PITTSBURG DjfSPATOH,' SUNDAY,
threw off and piled up the wraps in which
they had been pro t-ected, appeannc, like so
many butterflies coming ont of their winter
homes, in all the lightness oi muslin and its
decorations, ready lor the dance in the
great halL At each end of the hall was a
lire of oak logs, which had been kept going
since early morning, so that there was not
the slightest chill in the room. The whole
party were in tip-top spirits. They were
jnst cold enough to be ready to dance to
warm their feet. They had breathed in
otone, or oxygen, or whatever it is that
gives life, till every nerve "and pnlse was
aglow. All animosities or jealousies with
which thev might have started were forgot
ten, and they had, and knew they had, be
fore them hoars upon hoars of undiluted
exhilaration.
It will not do, after a hundred years, to
try to explain to the decorous modern
reader how the partners were selected, or
how they were changed after they were se
lected. Suffice it to say, that, by the gener
ous equality of Democracy, which had taken
the place of the condescensions of ante
Bevolutionary times, the ladies drew lots
for the head of the dance. For certain pur
poses connected with the dance, similar lots
were then drawn for the gentlemen, and as
everybody knew everybody, there were no
inconveniences in this arrangement. Bntit
soon appeared that, by processes, which
seed not be explained to this reader, the
right gentleman and the right lady danced
with each other pretty much as they would,
and the arbitrary decision of the lot did not
make any contretemps, while it did make a
good deal of good-natured fun. Thus, in
point of fact, the number which Sarah Par
ris drew was 27, which would have put her
well down the line of dancers. But Buth
Crowinshield, who drew &o. 1, came
to Sarah at once, and said
that she hoped she would exchange
numbers with her that she was herself a
little tired and cold, and would rather sit by
the fire for a fewminutes, and not be obliged
to begin quite as soon as the others. Our
pretty Sarah was not unused to such nego
tiations. She well appreciated the courtesy
by which Bath recognized the truth, that
she would guide the set better than a more
inexperienced person would Ao, and. after
due courtesv on both sides, the exchange
was made. Of course, as the reader will say,
the men's No. 1 fell upon a certain Mr. Bel
lamy, from the "West Indies, about whom
the girls had been disposed to make a great
deal ot fun, as if he were stupid orawkward.
Accordingly Mr. Bellamy took Miss Sarah to
the head of the dance, and other couples
fell in almost immediately. All were a
little curious to know what dance
the manager would name. The manager
was oi course Harry Cnrwen. He named
"The Country Bumpkin," with distinct
malice toward Mr. Bellamy. For it was
supposed that the dance would be the
special favorite of a "person of fine form
and graceful figure," and Harry Curwen
chose to imagine that Mr. Bellamy had
neither. But it was clear at once, to all
men and angels, that Mr. Bellamy must
have had certain advantages, either in Phil
adelphia or Barbadoes or London or some
where, which had made him quite the equal
of any of the Salem beaux in his various
curvettings. If there had been any expecta
tion of showing him at a disadvantage, Mr.
Harry Curwen was disappointed.
But it is no part of this little story to go
into the ins and outs of the various dances
of that jolly afternoon. The twilight, of
coarse, fell almost at once. Mr. Beers and
his assistants lighted one set of candles, and
the young people saw with satisfaction that
another set were left unlighted for a relay as
the night should wear on. Dance followed
after dance, partner after partner exchanged
as the lots fell wrong. Harry Curwen
yielded the management to oneand another
friend, wno had, or supposed he had, per
sonal purposes to advance by this temporary
control, and by one exchange or bit of good
fortune or another, it happened that Harry
and Sarah Parris danced together four or
five times as the evening and the nieht went
by. "When the first set of candies had
burned nearly to the hoops that held them,
a lively march from the black musicians
announced that it was time to march ont to
supper. The whole party moved in proces
sion together, headed, of course, by
Harry Curwen and Sarah Parris and
this to no modest bit of ice
and sherbet, but to long, well-spread
boards, resting on trestles, loaded with the
substantial food which the kitchen of
Madam Beers had been preparing now for
56 hoars, since the swift messenger brought
the news from Salem of the ride. And
there were appetites quite of the heroic
order, ready for the feast. There were cups
of tea from" vintages such as only Salem
merchants could have furnished from their
most secret stores. Xeitner ladies nor gen
tlemed declined flip, which was brought in
hot from minute to minute. Nobody, let it
be said, drank more of the tempting stimu
lant than was good for him; and after half
an hour or more of such refreshment, they
returned, like sd many playful giants, to
the scene of their amusement. Pour hours
more of stiff daucing and Harry Curwen,
mounting upon the seat of an arm-chair
which he drew from a corner, announced,
in a mock-heroic speech, that he was
sorry to say that the dance was at an end.
The ladies rushed upstairs, that they need
not hinder their attendants; the gentlemen
found their boots, went out to the stables
and assisted in harnessing their own horses;
and so, by the light of a half moon, which
was just rising up as they stood upon the
steps of the tavern, they started upon their
homeward ride. And now there was more
singing than ever, everything was gay, and
as, between 4 and 5 o'clock in the morning,
the different gentlemen bade the ladies
good-bye on the steps of one and anotner
hospitable home in Salem, it was agteed
that there never had been so successful a
sleiph ride since thi memory of man.
What passed between Sarah Parris and
Harry Curwen on this ride this writer can
not tell. This is because he does not know.
But he does not believe that anything
passed which the excited novel reader would
call critical. He thinks that the talk was
now grave and now gay, now personal and
now rambling over the other fringes of the
entertainment in which the two had been
directors. Sometimes Harry Curwen would
skirmish up to the very edce of finding out
how far Miss Parris was enraged, and then
the young man, who was not after all so
skillful as he thought he was, would find
that they were talking about the blue rib
bons on Miss Crowninshield's dress. Some
times he fancied that the inevitable scoldinir
which he knew he deserved was going to
come, and just then they would emerge from
the wood through which they had been rid
ing, and the glory of the moonlight upon
the ice below them would call out one of
her enthusiastic shouts of joy, and she
would compel him to jgin her in wonder
that the world could be so beautiful. On
the whole, as she gave him both hands in
bidding him goodby, Harry Curwen felt
that all would be well in the future be
tween them, and he drove his span of bays
to the stable and gave his last orders to
Knapp, the hostler, much more cheerfully
than he had given them in the morning,
when he had gone around to be sure that
the equipage would beready in time.
CHAPTER H.
A HET DEPABTUBE.
Perhaps Sarah Parris, as she gave both
hands to Harry, and as she turned and
went upstairs, did not consider that the
"incident was exhausted" as entirely as he
did. But with the same self-control which
she had exercised ever since the announce
ment of the sleigh ride she held herself on
pleasant thoughts of the various successes
of the party, and fairly laughed aloud, as to
her poor sleepy auut she told its brief his
tory. For, as the girl went to her own bed
room, she stopped for a moment to tell Mrs.
Chipman that all was well and that they
had all returned safely after a "perfectly
splendid time."
The reader may believe it or not, but true
it is that the good girl undressed herself
quickly, did not stop a moment to look out
at the moon, knelt by her bedside and re
peated her accustomed prayer, and in less
than a minute was sound asleep. If the
ride and conversation with Harrv Curwen
had seemed to her in any sense critical, the
crisis was not one which hindered much the
regular course of her healthy lire. Nor had
he any dreams which she remembered,
whether oi sleigh-bells or of sunset, whether
S. whether oi sleigh-bells or of eunset whether grant's wagon for a journey of 600 or 700 I
fer -" ,
of flip or of roasted turkey, whether of
"country bumpkin or or the courtly cava
lier. She slept the sleep of the righteous
and of the young, dreamless and indeed
motionless, until at noon her Aunt Huldah
wakened her, and asked if she thought she
were enough rested to dress herself tor din
ner. The girl started with amazement that
she had slept all the morning. Such a thing
had never happened since she was born.
And, as dinner went by, she constantly
turned the laugh upon herself by calling
herself the sluggard and the aunt of
the sluggard, or asking her Aunt
Huldah it she had not done rightly in
coming to her. Dear, stately old General
Thomas, who at three-score and ten .main
tained the elegance of manners which he
had picked up when he was with the fleet
before Louisburg, asked her, as he always
did, who was the belle. And ts the admir
ing group of aunt and grandauht, grand
uncle and cousins, she told the story of the
great sleigh ride. She left out what she
chose, she exaggerated where she thought
it fair, and sometimes she would say that
she was the belle, and sometimes that Jane
Endicott was. He said he knew less of the
party at the end of her story than he knew
at the beginning. But all of them knew
that she had well enjoyed it all, and the
old General made to her the compliment
which he had made a thousand times be
fore, that she had brought her roses through
all the brighter for the exposure to the
night air. All which, indeed, was true.
Was all this gayety and raillery thenat
ral outgrowth of a night of good sleep, and
of sound health well fed and indulged in
plentiful supplies of oxygen and exercise?
Or was there in it, not noticed even by those
who loved her, the least possible element,
just a flavor of defiance? Was here the
staunch, stout determination of a brave girl,
who'had highly determined that she would
measure herself against the world, and
meant to begin by showing to the world that
she would take hold of the first duty which
came along, and would do it thoroughly
well? Who shall say? Hot this writer.
Only this is sure, that after the generous
dinner which Aunt Huldah had ordered
with personal care, after lounging a little
with the rest in the great parlor, Miss Sarah
excused herself in the rather formal fashion
of that day, and found her way to her own
bedroom, where, in the indulgence which
waited on all her wishes there, she was per
mitted to keep always her own fire.
As if she were fore-ordained to do this
thing, as if she were the daughter of Jeph
tha advancing in a sort of triumph to the
altar she crossed the room to the table where
her Bible lay, she took from a drawer a
little ink bottle and uncorked it, drew frbm
another drawer a large sheet of paper, such
as people used in those days of enormous
postages, and began to write. She addresses
her letter to Mr. Manasseh Cutler, who is
gratefully remembered in oar time, as being
one of the handful of men who made the
first arrangements for planting Ohio.
Sarah Parris to Manasseh Cutler.
Salem, February 16, 1790.
My Dear Mb. Cutler I come to you to
claim your promise sooner than you suppose;
and though we parted in joke I am now writ
ing in earnest. I have made up my mind to fro
to the Muskingum. I told you that I should.
Will you make inquiry for me, and find some
family whom you like who are going, and who
would be willing to take me with them as one
of their party? Do not be afraid bat that I
can bear rough life as well as anybody. I shall
be no trouble to anyone, and X will do my
share of the work on the way.
When we come to the settlement it will be
time for me to see if they want me to teach the
school. Very likely tbey have somebody ranch
better fitted than I: but it will be hard if I
cannot make myself of use, as my poor mother
would have been proud to have me do; and if
the worst comes to the worst, I can return
again to Essex county.
I am wholly in earnest in what I write, and I
want to be sure to go as soon as the soonest go.
My dear Mr. Cutler, lean never thank jou
enough for your kindness to my poor mother
and to my brothers, as you see that I trust to
that same kindness now.
Your own little girl,
Sarah Parris.
The girl wrote without the slightest hesi
tation, and in fact the letter had burned it
self into her mind before she began. For
really, she had been thinking of it for these
two days, and it was the certainty that she
was going to take this stroke, and to cut
herself off from all the life she had been liv
ing up till now, which had given that sort
of calmness and decision to her movements
even in preparing for the frolic and in the
frolic itself, which afterward all her friends
remembered. But she did not propose to
take into her confidence, even now, her
ancles or her aunts, or indeed anybody in
the household. It would be time enough
for that when the good parson's letter came.
Sarah Parris had indeed the right to
make her own determination where she
would go and where she would live. The
girl hariily remembered her father, who had
never recovered from the exposure which he
had gone through at Valley Forge in
the terrible winter there. With her mother
she had been almost a sister, and the death
of her mother, when she was herself but 17.
or 18 years old, had made a mark in her
character which was never effaced. But, as
perhaps the reader has seen already, the
girl was sprightly and brave, and knew how
to take life on the best terms. She had
come as soon as her mother died to the home
of her dear Aunt Huldah; she had entered
into the life and- dnties of the home with
heart and spirit, and she knew that she was
indeed one of the family so long as
she chose to stay there. But, really,
she had never meant to stay
there always and live the listless
life of a petted niece. She knew very well
that if she had discussed this with her aunt
or uncle they would have urged her to stay.
They would "have said that she was of use to
them with the younger children, and all
this was true. But there was an element of
adventure in her blood, she was not dis
posed to live in this world without seeing
more of it than she had seen in Wenham or
in Salem; and in the 48 hours which had
passed before the sleigh ride on St. Valen
tine's Day, she had determined that she
might as well cut the knot of her destiny
now as ever. In this determination she
had written to her old. friend, Manasseh
Cutler.
When the letter was written she made
no hesitation nor delay. She read it over
to be sure of her spelling and punctuation.
folding it in a way in which no girl in this
century could fold, but in a way which was
one of the accomplishments of a lady or
gentlemen then; sealed it as no girl of this
generation could seal it, but as every lady
and gentleman was trained to seal it then,
and then addressed it. She put no stamp
upon it, for there had not been a stamp in
America since 1763, and would not be for a
generation after. She did not dare carry it
to the postoffice, for if she had been seen to
put it in the boxj all Salem would have
been discussing that evening the question
whom Sarah Parris had written to, and what
she had said. It was necessity for her to
wait till night before she confided it to the se
crecy of the public mail. But, so soon as the
sunset, she put oh her hood and mantle and
walked down to the village. She bought
herself some trifles in the little shop which
was kept in the House of Seven Games and
returning, quite after dark, passed the post
office and so put her letter in the open slit
at the door. When the postmaster ap
peared at 9 o'clock in the morning, and
handled the five letters which he found in
the box, he looked at her bold writing with
out recognizing it, shook the letter and held
it to the light, hut was not able even then
to tell his wife who wrote one letter out of
his mail of that day. The letter was car
ried to Xewburyport to wait its chances for
three or four days, and by the end of a week
arrived at the house of Parson Cutler,
which was perhaps ten miles from that of
the-writer.
And so, in due course of mail, after the
parson had had time to make the inquiry
which she wished, his answer came to the
patient girl.
It was all she could ask. He had himself
taken pains to ride across to West Newbury
to see some people there in whom he had
confidence, who were going, to join the
party. They would be pleased to admit her
as a partner with them in their adventure,
and every detail was given which she would
need for her outfit and her other prepara
tions. Mr. and Mrs. Titcomb were people
in whom he had entire confidence; they had
two or three young children with them, for
whom they would be glad that she should
take a part of the charge, and so far as com-
ion coma be predicted ot lile in an emi
grant's wagon for a journey of 600 or 700
miles, she might be sure of comfort; at all
events, she would be sure of safety.
When it was announced, in family coun
cil, that Sarah had a letter by'mail, the ex
citement was equal to that which would
have been felt in any well established
household in Salem to-day if a large square
box had been sent from the English steamer
in Boston marked "By Order of the Queen,"
and left by the American express at the
door. Probably Sarah Parris had never
had five letters Joy mail in her life, and
Erobably. indeed, the women of the house
old would not receive five in the next two
years. She had expected the excitement
which the letter would cause, and when it
was at last brought up to her from her
uncle's store on the wharf, from which tid
ings of its arrival had already been re
ceived, she called the family around her,
before she opened it, and explained to them
the subject. Every one of them grew'pale
with surprise; dear Aunt Huldah threw her
arms around the girl and broke into tears.
The scene was just such as she had antici
pated; but she had now had days
upon days in which to forecast
what it would be and what she
should say, and she bore herself bravely
through the whole. She told her dear Aunt
'Huldah that she must not think that she
was going away forever. What had hap
pened was this: that she was determined to
see more of the worldj they had often
laughed about it, and in their laughing
about it she had been more serious than
thev had thought. She was determined to
go now, and they would see how she was
going. Thus she broke the letter open, and
revealed to them its contents. '
Of course it was not long before the whole
of Salem knew her secret. There was no
reason why it should be secret, and the girl
had faced this possibility as she had faced
all the rest of the adventure. The passage
in it which had the one thrill for her of
keen excitement was the inevitable visit
from Harry Curwen.
That visit came at 8 "o'clock in the even
ing of the day of the arrival of the letter.
I Harry came into the room playine with his
little cane, and. affecting to be in light
spirits, but Aunt Huldah knew, and Sarah
knew, that this was but affectation. He
did not so much as take off his coat.1 He
said at once:
"I thought, perhaps, Sarah, you would
walk with me. The roadway is dry, the
night is lovely, and I have something I
want to say to you."
He was too intimate in the house to be
afraid to be frank, and in "two minutes the
girl was with him in the street. Then he
was eaeer; then he was passionate. Why
had she done such a thing as this, without
letting him have a word? Had he not some
rights that nobody else had? And the girl,
with dignity, said that she did not know
that he had, and did not know why he
should claim any; to which Harry replied
in an eager protestation of his affection.
He supposed that she understood that he
could not live without her, and did not pre
tend he could live without her. He had not
supposed that she was like a girl in a book,
who wanted to see him on his knees, or to
hear any protestations in words. .But he
had tried to show in a thousand ways that
her pleasure was his pleasure, and that he
did nothing in life which he did pot associ
ate with her. But nowhe came, on the first
instant that he heard this folly, to say that
it he had done wrong he was sorry. He was
hers, and he was only hers, as she perfectly
well knew. Would she take him, bear with
him, love him, and let him show, as life
went by, that if he had not offered himself
to her in the right way at first the offer was
none the less sincere?
It would not be fair to say that Sarah
Parris was not affected by the dignity
which, after all, this spoiled child managed
to throw into his protestations of attach
ment It would not be fair to say that she
was not proud, that at last he had made the
protest which he had been so sluggish in
making, and which he had been willing to
leave unmade. But if she was proud, or if
in any way she were pleased, she did not let
him know that She simply said he had no
right to presume upon any good nature of
hers. She said that they all lived in a sim
ple life, as he had said, and that he had no
right to charge her with showing him any
more regard than she would have shown to
anyone else with whom she was on friendly
terms of daily intimacy.
The poor boy interrupted her to say that
he made no charge at all.
Then she went on to say that she was hon
ored, as any woman might be honored, by
what he was pleased to say to her; but with
a good deal of dignity, and with words
which he never forgot, she said that he had
no right, and she thought he had no
right, to ask any woman to be his wife. She
told him that he was a spoiled child; she
told him that he lived merely to amuse him
self; she told him that if in amusing himself
he played with other people.he did not seem
to'care a great deal; she told him, in short,
that he had no right to ask any woman to
marry him while he was a butterfly playing
around the life of the world, which he
seemed to her to be. "I cannot see," said
she, "that you are of any use to anybody; I
do not see that this world is better that you
live in it I do not choose that my husband
shall be a man who cannot stand before God
and men and say. 'I am doing some service
to the country to which I belong.' "
Such was, condensed only too severely for
the purpose of this little tale, the subject of
the sharp dismissal which, in that night's
walk, Master Harry Curwen received from
Miss Sarah Parris.
Continued Next Sunday.
Copyright, 1889. by Edward Everett Hale.
' A Better Job for Him.
ChlcaEoTrlbune.
Seedy-looking Stranger (to proprietor of
Dime Museum) I am the only man in
the country that predicted Harrison's Cabi
net right What am I worth to you per
week? '
Proprietor You guessed it correctly, did
you?
Stranger Called the turn on it exactly,
two months ago. Here's the sheet of paper I
wrote the names down on.
Proprietor (admiringly) I couldn't af
ford to give what you're worth. But I have
a brother who publishes a- paper, and is
looking for the rich t kind of a man to edit
the circulation affidavits. Go and tell him
your story.
Undoubtedly on Imposter.
Nebraska State Journal. 3
".What do you think of the gentleman
from Iiondon who you were talking with
last evening, Miss Azure?"
"I don't believe that he was ever near
Iiondon."
"Why?"
"I have a number of friends there and in-J
quired about them, but he didn't know a I
Clear ProofV
Woman's "World.
Merritt Nfce smoking jacket, that Kind
of your wife to make it for you.
Young Husband Why, how do you
know my wife made it for me?
Merritt I notice that the buttons are
sewed down the wrong side.
The Growing- Popularity of the Farmhouse-and-Bornyard
Style of Play. -
(We fear the Legitimate Drama will soon
have to be presented as above.)
Hamlet Alas! poor Yorieki wa-al,wa-all
B'gosh,
i Knew him, Horatio; etc., etc.
Judge.
TiT A M fiMfi TTITtfV rTf
UlAJliUiNl Jll!i VliNlX.i
The Devices Employed "by Miners at
the South African Fields.
MAKING A DOG SWALLOW A GEM,
Diamonds Befit to England Under the Skin
of Lire Fowls and
SfiOBETED IN SHELLS OF A SHOTGUN
rwsrrnx roa thi dispatch.
In the old days the diamond fields of
Kimberly, South Africa, presented a curi
ous picture, a conglomeration of national
ity, of license and order, of law and law
lessness, 'that has probably never been gath
ered together in one place since the world
began. Natives, Germans, Jews, French,
Greek, English, Datch, Boers, Africanders
(a detestable race, half Dutch, half native),
Chinese, Bussian, and a few Americans, the
Jews alone representing every nation of
Europe. This motley throng jostled each
other daily upon the main street, or around
the mine, all busily employed in the race
for wealth, the search for the small glitter
ing stones that the earth was forced to yield
up to theireager eyes and untiring hands.
"WTien the fields were first opened,
"miners' law" prevailed; a man 'paid $2 60
for his claim, and, staking it out, went to
work, or employed natives to dig for him;
if it was an old claim that he had bought,
the same license was required to work it;
he then sold his diamonds for what he
liked, and where he could or wished.
TJNCOBBTJPTED NATIVES.
The natives in those days, newly inter
mixed with the whites, were the honest men
of the community, and rendered up every
stone they found,. with very few exceptions.
So largely did this uprightness obtain among
them that a native servant employed in the
house finding a diamond or money in the
sleeping room of a man would seek the indi
vidual at the canteen or the mine, and hold
ing out the find would say: "Here! Baasl"
receiving as a reward CO cents for a diamond
and 25 cents for a gold piece or billT With
the growth of the industry, the rivalry in
the search for diamonds became more and
more intense, and the first shoots of dis
honesty that sapped the upright nature of
this golden age of the natives may be traced
to the advent of unscrupulous brokers, who
did not hesitate to waylay and importune
the native workers to steal the" diamonds,
and sell the precious stones to the broker at
a nominal minimum price.
For a long time this went on unsuspected
by the majority of the claim owners, and
when found out by chance
A LIVELY TIME ENSUED.
Every native was subjected to a most
rigorous scrutiny on leaving the mine, and
as they mostly worked nude, or nearly so,
the chance for hiding the gems were lim
ited, and the ears, mouth, nose and wool
completed he hiding places possible, as a
glance at the feet displayed the curled up
toes which indicated the fact of something
held between them. Added to this, the
most strict surveillance was exercised over
the doings of the natives both in and out of
the mine; when in the mine each gang
worked under the inspection of a trusted
native, or of a white man who had gone
"busted" in his own claim, or had sought
the fields to try and work his way from the
bottom upward. These inspectors watched
every movement of the diggers, making the
picking up of a stone without detection al
most an impossibility, and these inspectors
were,'iu2nrn, watched by other men, and
under this double supervision the anxious
minds ol the claim owners were in a measure
satisfied and at rest
SOME CLEVEB DODGES.
Under this system innumerable dodges
were tried by the natives, proving success
ful for a time, but in the long-run discov
ered and exposed. The one great thread
which opened the claim owners eyes, being
the constant disappearance every day or so
of some native, and -the news gleaned some
weeks later from newly arrived natives that
the missing men had reached their kraal (vil
lage) up country, and were "buying cows,"
or, in other words, accumulating to them
selves the currency of the tribes, which runs
eight cows make one woman (wife), just as
100 cents make one dollar.
Watching his workt the native would see
a fairly large stone fall from a stroke of the
pickax, or see one stock upon the broken
face of apiece of tufaceous limestone as it
was thrown into the bucket that runnine on
the cables conveyed it to the surface. Get
ting an opportunity he would manipulate it
near his foot, pick it up with his toes, and
work away for an hour until he saw a chance
of getting it into his hand, and transferring
it thence to his mouth or nose. Making an
excuse to get in the bucket and reach the
surface, he would mingle with the men and
hide it some way, thrusting it into a dog's
throat and then watch the dog until he had
a chance to kill it. Failing this he would
thrust it into a goat's hair, or even at a.
pinch swallow it himself.
OTHEE SMABT THICKS.
Once started upon the course of deception,
and giving himself up wholly to the corro
sive effect of civilized 'habits, the native
speedily passed his teachers, and became a
postmaster in the art of duplloity. Water
pails had small holes bored in their staves,
making a kind of pocket, into which a small
diamond could be slipped by a native pre
tending to drink; a slur from his earthy
hand effectually covering up the hole.
When the pail reached the surface, the
diamonds were extracted by the water car
rier, who was in collusion with the workers,
and were sold to some of the unscrupulous
brokers.
Another smart trick was found ont by ac
cident A native who was suspected of
secreting diamonds was watched, but with
out success; they could never catch him,
until one day a sharp-eyed inspector saw
through his method. He went into the
mine naked, like the others, and came out
with his pickaxe on his shoulder,' sub
mitted to being overhauled without a mur
mur. He had taken his pickaxe, and where
the handle passed through the head he had
very artistically hollowed ont the wood cen
ter, and filled the shallow orifice with moist
clay; he would work along steadily until he
saw what he fancied was a diamond on the
falling earth, and then the head of the tool
would suddenly get loose, and have to be
dumped upon the ground to tighten it, tak
ing care to do so la such a manner as to
bring the clay over the diamond and pick it
up. He would pass-the searcher without
fear of detection, as every dump would but
increase the security of the stone.
LICENSING THE BROKERS.
At last it was found that nothing would
stop the peculations of the natives; the.cat-o'-nine-tails
at the triangles rather served
to scare the new native help away than to
correct those who were "working; prison was
no punishment, and the claim owners, in
despair, turned their attention to the chan
nel they should have struck at first.
The governing body passed a law that
every dealer in diamonds, whether a buyer
or a seller, should take out a license costing
$500, or, in default, if faught dealing in any,
way, should be subjected to a heavy fine,
and imprisonment for two years, whichften
tence carried great weight, not so much
owing to the incurred disgrace as to the loss
of valuable time, it being the opiniqn of
most men athefields that the bottom must
soon drop out, and that the supply of dia
monds could not last forever. The same
law also provided that no diamonds should
leave the camp with an unlicensed nerson.
L except by special permit, thus preventing
me selling oz stones Dy unlicensed diggers
or traders at the seaport town.
This came down with sledge hammer
force upon the unlicensed whites, who. still
getting the stones from the natives, could
not sen tnem to me ucensea oroKers (as
lihe seller-feared being handed .oyer to the'
authorities, and the buyer was afraid of a
trap) neither could they boldly board the
stage or duiiock wagon witnont saomuung
to a regular customshouse inspection.
NEW SCHEMES INVENTED,
Still, however, the illicit trade went on,
and so great were the attractions of excite
ment and gain that it held out, that num
bers of well-bred men, belonging to families
of high repute in Europe, jere drawn into
its embrace, caught and suffered their term of
imprisonment without their friends at home
ever hearing of it
With the coming into force of this law
was the formation of a preventive force, to
which I, in common with a goodly number
of others, was appointed; and this gave me
an insight into a great many queer tricks
that were tried with varying success.
One man had a large shaggy dog that he
set great store by, and making about three
journeys to the coast every year, always
took the animal along with himf Suspicion
Sointed to the man, but nothing could be
efinitely pro ved, until one of our men.
playing with the dog one day, discovered
that he was covered with a number of re
cently healed scars, which the owner said
were the result of sand-fly sores. We, how
ever, were rather too conversant with those
pests not to recognize their marks at sight
On his next trip the owner was overhauled.
and no less than 30 fairly sized stones were
found hid in a number of incisions in the
dog's skin, the edges of which had been al
lowed to heal over the stones. These were
all placed in the portions-of the body most
difficult for the animal to scratch.
GUNS LOADED WITH DIAMONDS.
When this scheme -was exposed, the au
thorities at the coast seized upon the idea,
and by close inspection found that dia
monds were being conveyed to Europe skil
fully sewn under the skin of living fowls,
birds and animals generally, which were
iransporrau us zuuiogicai specimens as guts
to the various collections.
One man left the fields, and upon being
followed and overtaken, pretended he was
out hunting, and as we' came up with him,
coolly put his gun to his shoulder and shot
a bird sailing overhead, remarking as we
came up: "I don't suppose that bird has
any diamonds under his skin, has he?" We
went through him, and finding nothing let
him go. Stme time afterward we learned
that the two shells he slipped into his gun
after firing it were loaded with diamonds
instead of powder and shot, and, although
the butt had been tested and the ammunition
in his belt inspected, no one thought of
loosing at me two cartridges in the barrels.
Soon alter this the same man was caught at
the coast with two shotguns among his bag
gage for Europe, both of them being loaded
to the muzzle with diamonds, held in their
place by a wad inserted as though to keep
out the dust
HIDDEN IN BOOKS AND BOOTS.
The greatest haul we ever made was with
a book agent; he came into the fields with a
wagon and team of oxen, and sold books to
every one, staying there quite a while; when
he left we foundl7 of his books had a cun
ning receptacle in the cover, made by hol
lowing it out, filling it with diamonds and
plugging the end with paper pulp. One of
our men picked up a volume to look at it
and hearing something rattle, discovered
the trick. There were over $100,000, in dia
monds in his possession.
A Dutch Boer, who came to the fields to
sell ostrich feathers, filled the quills of his
surplus stock with the stones, and tied the
endspver so naturally no one would have
dreamed they had ever been opened, and
the quills being black in their natural state
preserved the deception. These were only
small stones, and although there were a
number of them, they did not mount to
any large sum, comparatively speaking.
Another clever trick was tried by a man
who had been a shoemaker, and who still
Preserved his tools. He fixed some hollow
Dot heels to a number of shoes, filled them
with diamonds, and passing inspection,
boarded the stage and drove off. Six hours
after he was gone, a woman whom he had
been drinking with gave the thing away be
cause he refused to take her along. We had
a long and weary chase, and a dangerous
one, as' the stage had relays of horses wait
ing, and we had not, and to get foundered
on the veldt (prairie) meantconsiderabie
hardship, if not death. 'We caught up
with, them at last, and made him stare by
asking him to get down, while we went for
his boots. WiLr. P. Pond.
SUICIDE OF SC0BPI0NS.
Do Snnkes Pat nn Bad to Their Lives When
Faced by Danger?
The question as to whether scorpions and
snakes put an end to their lives when faced
by danger, without prospect of escape,
has long been a debatable one with natural
ists. Some time ago the, observations of
several persons in India on the subject were
given in this column, in which cases' where
both scorpions and the large r snakes had
been known to deliberately commit suicide
were stated with great direotness.
Lately M. Serge Noirkoff, of Constanti
nople, gave another instance of the sort in
the pages of La Nature. He caught
halt a dozen of these creatures, he says, and
deliberately put the question to the test.
Arranging on the floor a circle of glowing
charcoal, having no break is it, a scorpion
was placed in the center. Althoueh the
circle was large enqjigh to prevent the scor
pion being injured or even incommoded by
the heat if it remained in the middle, the
animal finding itself surrounded by fire,
began to look about for the means of escape.
At first its movements were slow, but soon
its speed increased, and finally ij raced in
a frantic fashion around the Inner circum
ference of the charcoal. After racing for
some time in this manner, it retired to the
center of the ring, and deliberately plung
ing its sting into its bock put an end to its
life in a few seconds, after a few convul
sive movements. The remaing five were
tried successfully in the same way,and each
with a like result.
Some Critical Pan.
TVhIn(?tonCri tic.
Mr. Harrison should have sent Bice to
China
Editors are being recognized officially.
The President is a pious man who doesn't
propose to see the writeous forsaken.
Cplonel Grant and Mr. Lincoln will rep
resent their Fatherland abroad. ,
If any foreign authority attempts to im
pose upon our editorial diplomats they will
proceed at once to "raise a club."
The Vnlgar Tongue.
Eirst Citizen Soy, young feller,
do you upl See ?
Second Citizen Bats 111
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Mrs. Tenacre Goodness mel Where?
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OUTflEKOCKOFAGES
Gail Hamilton Stands and Criticises
Mrs. Ward's Denial of
THE INCARNATION OF CHRIST.
Its Truth -Virtually Conceded
Who Date Letters
br All
ANH0 D0MLSI THE tAB OP 0UBL0BD.
Christianity
Easily and
Difficult to
Cheaply
Dispute.
Frorea, lot
rWHITTIN FOB TBI DISPATCH.
The fact of the Incarnation is not affected
by any philosophy of the Incarnation.
If Jesus Christ had descended from
Joseph and Mary by ordinary generation it
would have no relation whatever to the
truth of the Incarnation. Humanity had
no experience out of which to evolve any
theory of a new order; nothing can be more
narrow than to limit the ways, the modes
by which God shall enter His world, by
which spirit force shall impress itself upon
matter, by which the ever Immanent shall
reveal itself to the finite. We have not-to
invent ways in which power would be
likely'to manifest itself. We have only to
study the ways in which power has mani
fested itself. We are to study the Incarna
tion as we find it in the unbroken sequences
of nature, in the long history of man; as the
old Andover founders put it, anticipating
Mrs. Ward: that infallible Bevelation
which God constantly makes of himself in
his works of creation, providence and re
demption. Mrs. Ward asserts that the grounds of
Christianity are not philosophical, but lit
erary and historical.
A part of this is true and a part false.
The grounds of Christianity are literary and
historical. They are also philosophical.
IfHhey were not philosophical their literary
and historical character would be insignifi
cant Eor the present, however, let us consider
Christianity on its literary and historical
grounds. Let us view it as what Mrs.
Ward says it is, solely "a question of docu
ments and testimony,"
CHEISTIANITT IS TBUE.
The documents and the testimony, says
Mrs. Ward, prove the Christian story false.
To the man who has had the special train
ing required and in whom this training has
not been neutralized bv any overwhelming
bias of temperament, the Christian story is
proven false; is demonstrated to rest on a
tissue of mistake.
Considering the number and character of
the persons who believe the Christian story,
there is a certain infantine naivete about
this simple wholesale statement which has
a tendency to disguise its crude intellectual
arrogance. It seems incredible that one
who has so much as touched the hem of the
garment of Oxford culture could walk
calmly over this yawning logical chasm and
never know it It is not necessary to go
deeply into the theme in order to refute Mrs.
Ward. She never' goes deeply in. But it
is easy to show that she is just as wrong as
if she were not superficial.
What is the special training required to
prove the Christian story false? In Mrs.
Ward's case it took a knowledge of Hebrew,
Sanscrit and other oriental languages and
30 years' research into the records of India,
Persia, Egypt, Judea and the Christian era.
It will readily be seen that a demonstration
of the Christian story is inaccessible to the
great mass of humanity. We must take
the falsity of the Christian story on faith
and on a eood deal more faith than the
Christian story reauires. I venture to savf
iue9 ure uot jluu men in America," qnes-
f?A ifI 1A t1-J t
ww" bucre axe xw wen iu xiugiauu wuo
have devoted the 30 years of research nee-,
essary to this demonstration; while there are
hundreds of men, there have been perhaps
hundreds of thousands of men who have
devoted life to the investigation and eluci
dation of the Christian story.
A POOE MAN'S CBEED.
The Christian story is spread before our
eyes. No man so poor but he can buy the
documents and rea'd and judge for himself.
The falsity of Christianity is demonstrated
by documents which the vast majority of
the human race, which the vast majority of
Christendom have never seen, will never
see, can never see. All the documents that
prove Christianity false have not been able
to secure from the master races of the world
one thousandth part ot the scrutiny which
has been lavished on the story of Christi
anity. A few, a very few years ago, a little book
was discovered, a mere treatise of 2,190
words, and because it related to the first
century after Christ the learned world
sprang upon it with an eagerness that has
already produced a library of comment.
Already it is said the literature of that one
little book, what it teaches, what it con
firms, the light it throws on dark places has
occupied the most original, the best fur
nished minds of the age. So far from there
being any decline of interest in this cool,
critical, unsuperstitious, evidence-weighing
nineteeenth century, the literature ot this
late-found leaflet already exceeds that on
any of the so-called. Apostolic .fathers.
Yet none the less blandly a little pale
ontput of theological chickweed waves the
banner of the Oxford roses, and avers that
Christianity is proven false; is demonstrated
to rest on a tissue of falsehood.
Considering Christianity as a question of
documents, outside of itself what documents
arc in its favor? Eor one thing, everything.
Every book from the printing press, every
newspaper at the breakfast table, every bill
sent from the grocery, every bequest from
the dead, every contract of the living bears
witness to the truth of the Christian story.
A GENERAL CONFESSION.
All the letters of affection, all the tele
grams of business, all the exact details ot
legal transaction are founded on the truth
of Christ, and by their very date testify of
His coming Anno Domini the year of
our .Lord. .Nearly JVW) years ago something
happened in the East, something which
happened without observation, but which
had persistence and pervasiveness, which
insinuated itself info the very framework of
society till oat of silence an'd suffering and
shame it has become the dominant idea of
the dominant race of the world. Every
man who reads or heeds December 25, 1888,
January 1, 1889, confesses Christ, be he
saint or sinuer, Jew or Gentile, Infidel or
Bector, Tractariau or Badical.
The whole structure of the dominant civ
ilization is not only based on but inwrought
with the truth of the Christian story. If by
any means the name and the story of Jesus
Christ, everything which has come from it
into the life ot the world, could suddenly
and completely be burned out of the memo
ry and consciousness and record of man, so
ciety would be a chaos. "
We cannot all spend 30 years among Per
sian manuscripts and Wastages, but there is
a present European and American fact that
must be met It cannot be "buried under any
mass of legendary or oriental lore. It re
quires no learning to see that the stamp of
Christ is on Christendom and that the stamp
of Christendom is on the world. A Jewish
peasant? Believe it who will. It is better
to believe so much than not to see Christ at
all. It is better to touch the hem of His
beautiful garments than not to recognize in
any way His benign and beneficent pres
ence. But to me that belief is but the sub
stitution of an unmeaning, unreasonable
and degrading miracle for a philosophical,
an ennobling and significant miracle. It
sets a miracle, at odds with the unbroken
sequences of nature and the long history of
man, in the place of a miracle wholly in
line with the sequences of nature and the
history of man.
, A SCIENTIFIC 7BOBLEM.
The air teems with Messiahs. It Is the
testimony of the documents. Who stamped
upon the human mind this divine expecta
tion, wholly at variance with the unbroken
sequences of nature? Whence came this
idea of heavenly transmission, this instinct
of the Holy Ghost, this aspiration for a
fSher order to crown the world's comple
tion? For hundreds of years before Christ
came, in what wide regions remote we find
this hope, this aspiration, this presenti
ment of humanity in the direction of help
from above, a more than mortal power
sprung from earth's highest virgin purity
vitalized from the unseen universe.
If the revelation or God in the long
history of man is trustworthy must there
not be some essential truth to meet this wide
expectation?
Science scoffs the possibility. Does science
never hint the possibility? Are the se
quences of nature unbroken? Science has
spoken some significant words of late.
It is a common scientific statement that
the laws governing the higher forms of life
can be rightly comprehended only by an
acquaintance with the lower and more
formative types of being. In noferoblem
is this more true than that "f. 'sex.
It is not until we go below the invertebrate
series and contemplate the invertebrate and
vegetable worlds that we really begin to
find the data for a philosophical study of
the meaning of sex.
This is the impartial major premise of
science. Since we cannot then complete- a
philosophical cycle of the highest life until
we learn the lowest, what does that investi
gation teach for a minor premise?
That there is a great world of life that
wholly antedates the appearance of sex, the
world of.asexual life; and that the resources
of nature for perpetuating life instead oi
being monopolized by the uniformity of sex
are infinitely varied. But, so far as sex can
pe predicated or this world of asexual life,
it is feminine. The asexnal parent must be
contemplated, says science, as to all intents
ahd purposes maternal. The genesis is par
thenogenesis. The parthenogenetic parent
is in all essential respects a mother. There
are numberless cases in which the female
form constitutes the type of life.
NO LIMITS TO EVOLUTION.
It follows then it is still science speak
ing, not I that the argument from biology
that the existing relations between the
sexes in the human race are perfect and
permanent, comprise all that nature ever
intended and have no further significance.
leads logically to absurdity. Those who
rightly interpret the facts cannot' avoid
learning that the relations of the sexes
among the higher animals are widely ab
normal; that the female sex is primary in
point both of origin and of importance, in
the history and economy of organic life.
And as lite is the highest productof nature,
and human life the highest type of life, it
follows that the grandest fact in nature is
woman; that woman is the race!
Evolution has no limits. If these princi
ples, laid down by science, are correct, in
the far away ages of the lowest forms of life
may be discerned the signs of the coming of
the Son of Man. The unbroken sequences
of nature, so far from disproving the Christ,
foreshadow Him. The sequences of nature
are broken to testify of Him. Ear off His
coming shines.
Th mystery of Christ's incarnation is no
greater than the mystery of every incarnation;-both
are absolutely inscrutable.
Science confesses herself no nearer the solu
tion of the problem to-day than she was at
the beginning of time. But the one is in
the order of nature we say.
How long an order? How wide a nature?
A point of time, amoment'sspace. For we
see that even in this one little world of yes
terday, the sequences are not unbroken.
Even here nature herself points to a diviner
plan.
If the Immanent had chosen to reveal
Himself through the common ways it would
have been none the less a revelation. Is it
less revelation if from the first throes of life
to this nineteenth century, eves that can
see, nay, read the signs of a higher order,
may see in the incarnation what the pro
toplasm meant may read the mystery of re
demption in the riddle of the partheno
genetic sphynx; may discern along this one
shining pathway how the unknown and
invisible universe ha come down with its
own divine order to touch our lower order
with the breath of Its higher life?
A LACK 'OF KNOWLEDGE.
It is not breadth or culture or science but
a lack of all which says that the order of
yesterday, the order' of to-day is the Eternal
Order; that the' order of here and the" order
of there is the Universal Order. But now
that science herself confesses that the order
of here is not the order of there, that the
order of now is not the order of then, that
argument should disappear forever from the
haunts of logic.
From what we know of the long history
of man, from the myths of the early ages to
the news of the morning paper, from the
Messiah of the Old Testament and the Christ
of the New Testament emerging slowly out
of shadow, ruling to-day in the heart and at
the head of the world, I gather that when
the fullness of time was come when the
orderly evolution of life had reached the des
tined stage, the absolute energy, the Al
mighty God which had already at some pre
vious unknown stage breathed into man
and man alone the breath of divine life, im
parted now to the divine life in man a new
energy, advanced him by a fresh afflatus of
the eternal love to loftier spiritual heights.
Humanity, which had been already forever
differentiated from the beast by the breath
of a distinct life, received now the highest
seal of its consecration to spirit by the mani
festation of God in the fltsfi.
The incarnation of God in Christ was no
more a miracle than was the incarnation of
God in man; the individualizing of absolute
force in limited personality. It -vas the
same kind of miracle operating at a higher
stage of evolution, fit the constitution of
spirit we are utterly ignorant. Of the alli
ance between spirit and matter we know
but the alphabet. We live on the shores of
the spiritual ocean. Its invigorating
breath is on our brows. Its surge sweeps at
our feet Its murmur, inarticulate but in
spiring, is in our ears. All that life has of
worth or joy or hope is wafted to us in the
breath of that immeasurable sea. But
whither it bears us we cannot know till we
embark on its mysterious tide.
A 'WAVE OF ETERNAL LOVE.
Foolish, false, trivial rnmors of miracles
no more invalidate miracle than false and
foolish men forbid the dignity of humanity.
Documents have their worth; but the exist
ence of man upon the earth is not a matter
of document!, and the existence of the earth
prior to the advent of man upon it is not a
matter of documents. Yet at some time be
tween the two came a miracle. Whether it
came suddenly in full measure or subtly in
smaller measure matters not There was a
moment when human reason did not people
the earth. There was another moment when
human reason was astir. At the moment
between when human reason came there was
a miracle. Something was here that was not
here before. A new wave of the absolnte
force Aever refluent overspread the earth.
Such another wave from the eternal en
ergy, which is also science teaches it
eternal love swept' over the world so pow
erfully in Christ that it stands once for all
in the'lqng history of man as The Advent.
A wave never spent, for when the humanity
of Christ ceased in visible form, as must be
if God were to assume humanity, a Holy
Spirit remained, a vital power remains to
day, diffused, prevailing; independent of
church or State or school or creed, though
using all for the.behoot of men, the largest
in sweep from the spiritual world this world
has ever known; slowly but surely eating
out evil with good, slowly violence with
persuasion, with many retrogressions, but
eternal advance refining roughness into
grace, force into courtesy, bullets into bal
lots, ballots into influence conquering hate
with love, avenging wrong with benefit;
slowly evolving out of the beastliness of
humanity through eternal order, its eternal
life. Gail Hamilton.
Where Garflsld First Tanght School.
Ohio State Journal. ;
The Archaological and Historical Society
has received a picture of the log school
house in which President Garfield taught
school in 1851 in Muskingum county. Gen
eral Garfield with his mother visited Musk
ingum county that year, and young Garfield
employed the time in teaching.
SUNDAY THOUGHTS Vf
-ON-
poiiu$jiu MM.
BY A CLERGYMAN.
(wxrrrxx job thi bi&fatcz.
Work is healthy. "We do not wear out u
fast as we would rust out Bat when to
work is added worry, then look out Worry
is a sapper .and miner that will inevitably
undermine health and explode life.
Care, In one form or another, Is the necessary
accompaniment of mortality. There cfime to
us emergencies which tax body, mind and souL
And dilly we are put to it to find or Invent
ways and means in business and is the house
hold. All the more, therefore, should we resolutely
extract and deliberately discard petty worrle,
fussy anxieties, unnecessary frets which ar
the worst of peace disturbers, draining vitality
and superinducing insanity. ,
There is no end of absurd worry. Blch met
worry lest they may lose their money and dl
in the poor house (what does it matter where
man dies, anyhow, so long as he lives usefully t
and well?). Mothers who are blessed with
healthy children worry for fear they may be
stricken and taken away. Housekeeper
worry themselves sfck and the household fret
ful and the servants into the street Minister
worry about their work, forgetting that it is
God's work. Children worry about their
studies. Business men worry about trade.)
Everywhere, pinched faces, scowling looks.)
furrowed foreheads, showing that joy is out)
and furtive apprehension is in.
Stop this nonsense. Look the subject matter
ol your worry sqnarelv in the face, take ltd
measure you will be surprised how small it is.
Train your will not to admit this beggar into
your life. It is largely an affair of will. Cul I
tivate the habit of flxlne your attention oa
better and brighter things, when tempted to
dwell morbidly upon your annoyances, take
down from yonder shelf the great book of
memory and count over your mercies. Why
doubt when trust is so easy?
Honest and constant occupation is one of the
best cures for worry. The vacant mind, the
empty life, worries for lack of something to
worry about A wealthy man, retired from
business, attempted to kill himself not long
ago. When questioned as to his motive, he
said: "Ob, I got so tired of buttoning and un
buttoning." When the main occupation of an
inunortalsonl is getting into and getting out
of bed, suicide would be a relief. It immor
tality meant idleness, one would Drafer annihi
lation. "A man," says Emerson, "would hardly
care to have a future life for the sake ot wear
ing out his old boots."
Worker Needed.
The great demand of onr day is for Christian
workers. Unhappily, unlike other demands,
this does not create the supply. Christians
have no conscience here. They engage in
work of this sort much as a city millionaire en
gages in farming; as a pastime, to be attended
to whenever they feel like it Some are like
the passengers on an ocean steamer, who,
when called upon in an emergency to help man
the pumps, declined , on the ground that that
was the business of the crew who were paid to
get wetl ,
Never before was there a time when the call
and the opportunity for Christian work was so
great. But onedlfflculty lsthatwe allhave too
many occupations. "Our time," as some one
well says, "is frittered away on miscellaneous
pursuits. Our strength is wastedover too wide
a surface. We are not very good scholars, nor
very good politicians, nor very good artisans,
nor: very good men of affairs, nor very good
worldlings, nor very good Christians, from try
ing to do a little In several of these characters;
and some who do confine-themselves to one
thing, are so fiercely in earnest about that one
thing, as to have little time and strength for
religious advancement"
Emerson never said a truer thinr than this:
"The secret of success in any sphere is, concen
tration, not dissipation." If Christians would
concentrate their thought money, efforts, the
world could be converted in a generation. Wo
have got the- machinery the thing lacking is
steam. Our churches need consecraaon.
There are splendid exceptions, but the rank
and file of the Christian army are looking at
duty, in order to see where and how they can
dodge it
Japanese Liberality.
A missionary lately from Japan tells us that
7,000 Japanese Christians belonging to the mis
sions of one board gave last year in benevo
lence and for the churches J41,00a Consider
ing the difference in. wages, that sum would be
equal to $40 apiece for American Christians,?
which wontd mean for the 1U,000,000 of Ameri-'
can Christians S4CO,000,000. If our churches
and missionary societies had any such sum in
their treasuries, hnw long would it be before
an the world would hear the gospel!, Scarcely
a single year. It does us good to work out
such a sum in arithmetic once in a while.
Gems of Thought.
These are two reasons why we don't trust a
man. One is, because we don't know him; and
the other, because we do. Witty Thoughts.
Mabbiaos is a feast where the grace U
sometimes better than the dinner. Cotton.
It ts just that we should suffer for our sin.
Zivy. .
It you associate with the wicked you will be
come wicked. Menander.
Can any one expect a sweet gift In return
for a bitter one? Martial.
Let the child not learn what the man must
of terward take pains to unlearn. Quintilian.
That which is pleasing to God should be "
pleasing to man. Seneca.
The Gospel bids as be single-eyed but not
one-eyed:
'Twere better to pluck out one eye, 'tis tra.
Than having two to enter into hell :
Bat then, to enter heaven keeping two.
The Lord, me thinks, would say were quite as
welt PMlpoU
"Loed, teach us ,to pray," did not mean
merely "give us words to say," but rather
"teach us what it is, m the heat of the day,
among the trees of this regained garden, to
walk and to talk with our ather," A Pocket
of Pebbles.
Universal sympathy soon becomes univer
sal apathy. ilartyn.
New relleions-are to be judged, not so much
by the men who make them, as by the men they
make. Joseph Cook.
You find people ready enough to do the good
Samaritan without the oil and two pence.
Sidney Smith.
"Well, Jackson," said his minister, walking
home after service with an industrious laborer,
who was a constant attendant "Well, Jack
son, Sunday must be a blessed day of rest to
you who work so bard all the weekl And you
make a good use ot it, for you are always seen
at church." "Ah. sir," replied Jackson, "it is
Indeed a blessed day. I works hard all week,
and tbenl comes to church, and sets me down,
and lays my legs up, and thinks o nothing."
Southey.
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