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come into the store in King street it was
King street then and we would talk of
everything; of your dear mother, my boy;
of your uncles" and your aunts; why, I
knew Salem as well as as well as your
father Knew Cambridge and Boston, and
what could I say more? Then at M orris
town why, Harry, where did I not know
him? No. indeed, his boy needs no letters
to me." This was all very nice and flatter
ing, and Harry went bravely on to tell his
business. But instantly General Knox's
smile died away, his forehead wrinkled
itself, and he could hardly let the young
man finish his appeal.
"O, dear Mr. Curwen, ask for anything
'but a commission. Everyone wants a com
mission and there is no commission to give
anyone. See here and here and here
each of these is a file of applications for
commissions. Each separate paper is an
application. The recommendations are
yonder " and he pointed across the room.
"If I were our august ally. King Louis
himself," and now he laughed again, "I
should not have commissions enough for the
young men who want them."
But these young men," said Curwen
boldly, '-want to kick their heels here in
garrison. I do not I want to see service;
I want to see life. General, I want to do
what you did, and my father I want to be
gin. "Bemember, you showed me how."
"That is prettily said, my boy," said the
veteran, who was himself not 40 years old;
"and if these days were those days, you
should jiave had your commission, and
should have been in your regimentals before
now. We did not wait long then for pipers
or for service. But these are days of peace,
alas; so much the worse for yon and me.
"So, my lad, if it is to the Ohio or the
Kentucky you would go, you must go and
talk with Parson Cutler, by your own home,
or to Mr. Synimes here. For me, I have not
power to send one enlisted man there, far
less an ensign. I hate to say no to yon, but
truly there is nothing else to say."
So Harry Curwen experienced the second
sharp rebuff he had received within a week.
As he passed out through the door, which
was held open for him by a eourtly black
man, and in the raw northeast wind stepped
out upon the stoop, le remembered, bitterly
enough, that it was Just-at that hour, that
day week, that he had heard in Salem of
Sarah Parris' intention.
Slowly enough he returned to Francis',
and with little enough interest entered on
the business which came next bis hand,
which was the eating of his supper. Then,
with a group of young "Virginians, who had
come on to see the Congress, he went to the
theater, and tried to amuse himself with the
remorse and pnnishment of George Barn
well, and afterward with the humor and
music of the Beggar a opera. But these
things, which would have seemed to him
very brilliant ten days ago, seemed very
stupid now. and the young Southerners
found him a poor companion. He left them
early, and went back to the inn and to his
Morning brought courage and counsel.
He made his plans, and from that moment,
life seemed tolerable to him. He could not
follow it out until afternoon, but be was
sure it would succeed then. So he hired a
boat, and bade the man take him to Brook
lyn, and up the river to Harlem, and across
to the Jersey side. He found the man was
an old veteran, willing enough to spend the
morning in pointing out this and that me
morial of the war. As they walked and
talked, the morning passed by, and Harry
Curwen knew that he was nearer and nearer
the issue which he waited.
Two o'clock came, and he walked boldly
to the house which had been shown to him
the day before as the President's. On the
sidewalk and even in the street quite a
crowd of the people who had most curiosity
and least occupation was standing, and
Harry was not displeased to see this. For
it showed him that he had been rightly in
formed, and that this was the President's
The young fellow's good fortune had not
deserted him. This means that he came
alone as it happened, no one else appeared
at' the same moment. An usher led him to
the door of the large drawing room, where
the President was standing, whom Harry
recognized at the moment he bad seen him
the yearbefore, when he made his'progress"
through the Eastern States. General Knox
and Colonel Pickering, as it happened, were
both standing near Washington.
Even at that moment, all strung np as he
was by the audacity of his own determina
tion, and by the miracle ot his own success
thus far, young Master Harry Curwen no
ticed a certain shyness of manner which
Sever deserted George "Washington on occa
sions of ceremony. If he had a poacher to
thrash, a servant to scold, a regiment to
lead, an army to rally, or an enemy to send
packing, "Washington was in no sort shy.
But when he was in the midst of the eti
quettes of elegant social life, even to the end
of his career, there would appear just a
shade of the not unbecoming diffidence with
which the fatherless "Virginian boy. trained
in the field sports of the Rappahannock
farm, may have first met Lord Fairfax in
his Lordship's drawing room. Harry Cur
wen had found himself sufficiently bold in
GovernorT$owdoin's drawing room, or in
Mr. Crowninshield's. Still his andacity
was not so great hut that bis voice quivered
a little as he said to the man whom he be
lieved to be the greatest in the world:
"Let me introduce myself, Mr. President
My name is Qarwen. I come from Salem,
"I thought I was not wrong," said the
President, who did not, however, take the
outstretched hand, which Curwen had half
presented, a little awkwardly. "Sou were
one of the Marshals last summer when we
rode out to see the new bridge the bridge to
Curwen was surprised now, and, of coutse,
flattered. He was" at his best one always
is when he speaks to a great man and
frankly expressed his surprise that the
President should have remembered him.
"I believe I remember you. sir, because I
remember your father. Indeed, sir, 1 do
not forget Sow he died." And, after con
quering his own shyness thus, as "Washing
ton could do sometimes, under strong emo
tion, he asked how long the young man had
been in New York, and if he were traveling
to the southward.
But, of course, Harry's luck could not
last forever. Before he could answer, other
visitors swept in, and it was impossible for
him to keep a place which would arrest
The etiquette, however, did not require
that he should leave the room. He was
able to speak to Colonel Pickeringand Gen
eral Knox,and joineda party ot his friends of
the evening before who were chatting in a
corner. AH the time he watched the great
man as, indeed, they all did. And, at
last, Harry's moment came again.
He saw that the tide of visitors was ebb
ing; for a moment the President was disen
gaged, and even turned to speak to a friend,
who left him, as if on a commission. "With
the audacity of youth, Harry crossed the
room, and said at once:
"Mr. President, you are kind to young
men I want to ask you what General Knox
"Washington was amazed but amused.
"General Knox and I are good friends, Mr.
Curwen," he said, laughing. "We have
fonght a great many battles together-we
are apt to be on one side."
The oung man smiled and bowed, but
persisted. "I asked General Knox to let me
go to Ohio, and he does not want me."
Again the great man laughed. "It is tLi
Congress which does not want you. I be
lieve my poor General Harmer would be
glad of a thousand as good as you."
"Mr. President," said the boy, "I am
more in earnest than you think; General
Knox showed me a thousand begging letters
jrom young men who would be ensigns.
General "Washington, tell me, is thereonrof
them who wants to serve as I do f.r the
honor of serving my country and you I
want to see service. I want to serve as you
served. I want to serve as a volunteer.
And General Knox thinks there is not room
lor me in the Northwest Territory;" this al
most proudly. "I do not ask for a penny.
I do not ask for a horse. Ido not ass: even
for a chance of promotion. I only ask to
serve mycountry under such an officer as
George Washington puts over me."
'The boy had lost all his shyness, as the
reader sees. The man looked on his glow
ing face, and remembered his own Light
Hone Harry, and the boy John Curtii, who
died atTorktown. He turned and looked
for" Knox, who had left the group and was
standing among some members of Congress
in the emhrasure of a window. But they left
when the unexpected happened, and the
President rapidly crossed half the room and
put his faand'on Knox's shoulder.
"Knox, you remember this boy's father.
But you were not with us when we lost
him. I never forget the last words he said
to me. He bowed on his horse and said,
'It shall be as you say, General,' and rode
away. It was as I said, but they told me he
was dead when they brought the news. Here
is his son he seems a good fellow."
Knox assured him that Harry had distin
guished himself at college, and was highly
esteemed among young men. "The blood is
the best in Essex county. Some of them
were Tories but, then. I have been talking
with Pickering about him."
"Knox, this is the kind of fellow to en
courage. Keep him with you a"few weeks,
then send him with dispatches to Harniar.
He is a volunteer. Ton need not put him
on any roll."
Knox laughed as between themselves
these two men did. "Your Excellency, I
will make Mrs. Knox take him home with
us. I will treat him as you treated the
And Washington went back to his station.
He beckoned to Curwen, and bade him talk
to General Knox. And so all we care for,
of the reception, was over.
So youth and audacity and sentiment had
their way, as they will where prudence and
propriety and what is called reason fail.
Happily for us who live in the world, this
often happens more often than men choose
to believe. And so it was that Harry
Curwen" saw the interior of the little war
office of that day, and then that he was sent
to Philadelphia and Lancaster to see about
some pact-saddles wnicn nad been ordered,
and then inspected some cartridge boxes,
and some knapsacks which could not get
themselves painted. In all which com
missions he proved himself not afraid to
work, and willing to ride all night and all
day if the business on hand required it And
so was it that at last the happy day
came, which had been put ofl again and
again, till he had thought he should die of
impatience. In company witn a uount
from Austria, who was traveling, and who
was commended by "Washington to the good
offices of General St Clair in charge of a
party of boatbuilders and seamen who had
been enlisted for the "Western service Mr.
Harry Curwen, Acting Lieutenant, serving
as a volunteer on the staff of General Knox,
received his dispatches from General Har
mar and Saint Clair, and was speeded pn
So it happened that he struck the Monon
gahela river about 12 miles higher up than
Cephas Titcomb struck it He and his men
built their barge much more quickly than
the Newbury men built their ark. Harry
pressed everv day, and on moonlight nights
would hire the carpenters to work half the
night So eager was his hope to gain a day
or two in which he might stop at Marietta,
and show to Sarah Parris that somebody re
And so it happened, as in this world
some things will happen, that the day after
his barge was launched, as his jolly crew
and he sped down the river, a little flag fly
ing in the fore, Sarah and the children
waved their flag as a bignal on their side,
while the barge flew by on the other, and
the eager young man never dreamed whom
he was passing. It was Gabriel and Evan
And when, in the shortest passage yet
made, he arrived at Fort Harmar with his
barge -and when the next day he went to
inquire about the Titcomb party, it was
only to learn that no one -so much as knew
they were coming.
At last the famous ark was finished, and
a good ark it was. although the building" of
it had not taken as long as the building of
Noah's. There was a great deal of joking
about the name which the ark should bear,
whether it should be called Sarah, for
Sarah Parris, or Miriam, for Mrs. Titcomb.
Mrs. Titcomb voted every time for Sarah,
and instructed the boys , to do so, but Mr."
Titcomb and Sarah voted always foryMrs.
Titcomb; and, according as at the discussion
there were more or less of those who had
had a share of the building, the vote went
for the one party or the other. At last it
happened that, on the'same moonlight night,
one eager party painted the name Sarah on
the port bow, if bow it might be called, and
at a late hour another party, under the
same moon a little further advanced in the
heavens, painted Miriam on the starboard
side of the cabin. So the ark started on her
way with a double name.
One does not often see an ark on the
"Western waters now, though probably a
diligent antiquarian or adventurer might
find one. As became a party of Newbury
men, half of whom were shipbuilders, and
some of whom had even had a hand in the
building ot the Protector, the Sarah-Miriam
was more staunch and seaworthy than were
most of her class. Below, the vessel was
what they would have called on the Mem
mac a good hay-scow. The gunwale on
each side ran up rather higher than it
would have done for a hay scow, but there
was not any very heavy freight to put on
board, and all that one wanted, as John
Fairchild said, was that the "critters" and
the babies should not tumble ovr. Ample
space was reserved for the "critters," lore
and aft. They stood, a little as the "crit
ters" stand on a Jersey City ferry-boat to
day. Indeed, there were many occasions
on the voyage where, on a favoring shore,
they were able to land, for green food and
exercise. Amidships, a cabin, well enough
TirriiMifA fn tnnl tnp trotlii nf JTtina wl
Julv, took up perhaps a half of the spaoifj
in tne long scow, isui it was not so wide
but tint one could walk tou the right hand
and on the left, as one walks on the guards
of a Mississippi steamer to-day. And it
was not so frail but that on the top there
were chairs and a long settee, so that
here was the favorite place for all parties
to sit as they floated along, unless, indeed,
the sun were too severe. As for means of
motion the Monongahela, and afterward
the Ohio itself, tookcare of that All riv
ers run to the sea, and these rivers, as they
ran, bore with them the emigrants who
were faring west It is trne that the way
is not as direct as the modern railway en
gineer would make it. Sometimes they went
north and sometimes south, sometimes they
went east and sometimes west; but their
progress, if not fast, was sure, and, as Bed
Jacfiet said of his life: They had all the
time there was." Cephas Titcomb and the
other men would growl a little when, after
a good run to the southwest, the river
chose to bend and take them back again
toward the rising sun; but there was noth
ing to be gained by growling and the
women and children were soon hardened to
all signs in the heavens, excepting those of
threatening or present rain and lightning.
At night, as sunset drew near, all eyes
were eager to iind a good spot on the broad
bank where the ark might be rnn up and
tethered, where a fire could be made on the
shore and the pork fried and the tea made, '
auu wuere cniiareu, ana pernaps Deasts,
might have a run. Then the men were apt
to sleep on shore; the women gener illy pre
ferred the seclusion, and indeed, the securi
ty of the cabin. There was more or less
talk of risk from Indians, but Indians they
never saw, and Sarah became quite incred
ulous of such stories as they drifted on. At
the earliest gray of morning the fire would
be built, and whoever was responsible for
the cooking came to make the breakfast,
and to make ready what should be eaten at
noon. As soon as it was light enough to
discern a "sawyer" or a snag, the ark would
be unmoored and would be floating again
upon its way.
The word snag has come into the English
language, and has a meaning generally
known. A "sawyer" was a log firmly fixed
at one end, but working backwards and for
wards with (he current It took its name
from the resemblance of its motion to that
of an old-fashioned saw in a saw-pit
Fnrthe women-folk there was sewing
enough, and knitting enough, and a
reasonable share of time 'and care
was needed to keep the children from
climbing too high, or from tumbling Into
the water. There rere two or three books
to read, and Mrs. Titcomb's invaluable
era p-books, which Sarah had dipped into
already; and there was of course long talk
on the mysterious future before them. Sarah
never forgot her promise to kind Parson
Cutler, that she would collect and dry plants
for him, to send back if she ever had an op
portunity; and all the boatmen and all the
children were eager in bringing contri
butions to her from the treasures, wholly
new.of the woodland and meadow land as it
opened upon them. Long letters home were
written to take the chance of conveyance by
a returning emigrant But they were with
in 20 miles of Fort Harmar before anything
occurred which could be called an adven
ture. - i
They had tethered the boat .a little earlier
than usual, when three rifle shots, fired to
gether, called their attention to the other
side of the river, and here" they saw the
women of another party people "whoby
this time they knew perfectly well waving
a flag, and evidently beckoning to 'them.
In the courtesies of ark life, these other
emigrants had kept up very friendly rela
tions with our party. More than once they
hadbreakfasted together, and often one
party had "spent the day ""with the other.
This waving of the flag was simply an in
vitation that our friends should come across
the river to a cup of tea. Probably the
hunters had brought In a deer out of season,
or, perhaps, a stray wild turkev.
CephasTitcomb hesitated about accept
ing the invitation, but the boys were eager
to go, and after some hesitancy he gave his
consent that they and Mary might go, as
Sarah said she would go with them and
take care of them. For Sarah was accredited
the best boatman of the party, as well she
might be, knowing all the intricacies of
Salem and Marblehead harbor, and well
able to pnll a dory through the surf on any
beach in the bay. To be sure, she knew,
and Cephas Titcomb knew, that all this had
nothing to do with the management of a
dug-out, but at the same time he would
have been ashamed of his own boys if they
could not paddle the dug-outacross the'river
and back at any time of the day or night,
and the presence of Sarah was rather a pre
caution of prudence that all persons would
be home early enough, than it was a com
pliment to her powers of navigation. So
the boys' hair was brushed, their Sunday
hats were put on, Mary was properly ar
rayed for a visit, and the four started in the
rude canoe, Sarah in the stern and the two
boys paddling. "When they came into the
proper current ot the river, they found it
faster than they had expected. It happened
that at the same momen t,an unexpected squall
struck them from the northwest, so that
they could not take their course so perfectly
direct to the other ark as they had proposed.
Sarah bade the boys let the head tall off a
little, and told them that 'they would easily
enough work up in the eddy of the southern
shore. So, in fact, they would have done;
she was rightly maneuvering her little ves
sel, and was passing one of the little islands
on the south side of the river, when Cephas,
by some accident or carelessness, lost his
stroke. The boat swerved a little too near
the shore and struck into the top of a fallen
tree which projected several yards into the
water. On the instant .she rolled over and
all of them were swimming. The current
ran very fast and they found the bottom of
the boat "tearfully slippery," as Mary Tit
comb said afterward.
They could get no hold upon it, and
Sarah herself said afterwards that she
doubted whether it helped them or hindered
them most. But, as the younger Cephas
said, he did not want to lose the boat He
seemed to be indifferent, even to careless
ness, to any risk of his own life, but seeing
iu a moment that neither his sister or Sarah
werein any fear ot sinking, he bade them
shelter themselves on the island and said he
would go down with the boat, turn it over
at the first chance, and bring it back to
them. His brother determined to hold on
in the same adventure, and the girls, thus
losing their escort, looked about for some
means of working their way in under the
willows to the shore.
"Never fear, Mary. Come with me, come.
witn me, ana turning on ner Dace, saran
struck out boldly to the point which
stretched below them. The frightened child
obeyed her, and in less than a minute they
found themselves clutching to the arms of a
fallen willow. Of course the branches
tangled themselves- in their dresses, but
after a little dragging and pulling and
tearing, they dragged themselves along till
their leet struct tne sand, and in an instant
more were ont of the water upon the shore.
At such a time, the first feeling; to a per
son who has never undergone the experience
before, is surprise at the possible wetness of
clothing. Alter mat comes gratitude or in
dignation or hope or fear. In the present
case, Sarah laughed and poor little Mary
cried. But the elder girl took possession of
the other in an instant, pulled off the outer
wraps, which were not very .heavy on that
July evening, and began to wring the water
lrom them. The sun was already down,
and she was doubtful how their night would
take care of itself, but she pushed along
under the bushes and through the tangle as
well as she might to see what sort of an
island had changed her into a Robinson
Crusoe, A minute more, and her questions
were all answered. There were evident
signs of human presence, logs had been cut,
and she could see the stumps of fallen trees.
She pressed on with her little charge, and
in a moment more came out upon what was
half a tent and half a cabin, with a little
smoke rising behind it, full in the face of
the first Indian women whom she had ever
seen in her life.
Once more the interview had not the ter
ror which she would have said would have
attached to it, had one asked her that morn
ing how she would like to meet two squaws.
The consciousness that there was a bit of
fire where that wet child conld be dried
quite overcame her fear of tomahawk and
scalping knife. And while she was inward
ly aware that she ought to be conciliating
these queens of the soil, if such they were,
Sarah once more broke out into uncontrol
To tell the trnth, the queens of the soil
had not much of the aspect either of Boa
dicea or of Zenobia, or of any other mistress
of mankind. They were very dirty, their
faces were verv heavy and stupid, the black
hair which fell around their very dark faces
was tangled and matted, each of them was
wrapped in a blanket which seemed never
to have been white or yellow, and each of
them was smoking a corncob pipe. The first
though of which the girl was really con
scious was one which had nothing to do
with the circumstances in which she found
herself. It was this question: "Why in
the world do people calf these Indians cop
per colored? and why did that Major Denny
call them yellow?" Indeed her own feeling
was that they were very black, and of the
color of dirt or smoke, whatever that color
might be. But an instant was enough for
these critical considerations, Essex-bred,
and the girl, assuming her most "friendly at
titude, approached as if she were quite sure
of those to whom she spoke, and offered to
them her hand.
Continued jfext Sunday.
Copyright, 1SS9. by Kdward Everett Hale.
A Reception to Nobility, f
British Tourist (in Park Bow restaurant)
Waitah, you may bring me oystah-cwabs-dipped
in oil. terwapin wagout, SwIm
bwead, and a pint of Yellow Labell
The Waiter (with an excess of veneration)
Say, Jimmy, tell der Speeleri tw strike
up "God Save d' Queen."' J' Prince '
Wales is camel Puck.
REASON IS RELI6M.
Gail Hamilton Says fieason is God's
Own Eevelation to Every Han.
PAGANISM OP EELIGIOUS FORMS.
Christ's Influence on life To-Day in Eu
rope and' America,
HIS NAME THE P1YQT OP THE T70BLD
rwnrrrrN tob thi dispatch.
"What the wprld needs just now is not.a
new religion, but a more accurate knowl
edge of the old religion. Church of En
glandism is not the old religion, Boman
Catholicism Is not the old religion. Con
ism are not the old religion. They are all
different forms of paganism. All form-considered
as religion is paganism. This is not
to say that they are bad. All paganism is
not bad. But God is a spirit; and they that
worship Him purely must worship Him in
spirit and in truth.
Christianity is the splritnal truth of all
the ages, irrespective of all forms, distilled
from all sources, forever vitalized with the
power of an endless life in Jesus Christ our
All the conflict which Mrs. Humphrey
"Ward portrays comes from taking the
Church of England as spiritual authority,
instead of taking the authority of one's
own reason, studying the words of Christ,
the work ofGod. Everything which sub
stitutes authority for reason is to that ex
tent paganism. Beason is God's own revela
tion to everyman. He may use his reason
in judging authority, but nothing has au
thority except so far as it is founded on rea
son. Mr. Gladstone but falls into the common'
way of talk when he saysof the new religion
Christianity without Christ, that it abol-
ioUn f AiiiieA 4ria tirrinla onltiAwitw P
Scripture. But Scripture itself has no au
thority outside itself; outside, that is, of its
own reasonableness. The Scripture writers
never hesitate to abolish each other's au
thority. Isaiah swept away the ground,
from under the feet of Moses. Paul with
stood Peter to the face because he was to be
blamed. Christ in so many words affirmed
that the great Jewish law giver had com
promised with sin and framed iniquity into
a law which was not the upright law of the
beginning. The Bible has no authority ex
cept that of right reason in the reasoning
BEASOH" VS, AUTHOBITY.
Ever and anon 'this is put forth as a
startling innovation It is as old as
thought itself; but because we are still bo
beastly and therefore intellectually lazy,
choosing to pull and snatch' and be greedy
and quarrelsome, spending our'time like the
hens and cats and dogs we still belong to,
in getting the largest part of the corn and
bone, instead of following out the lines of
clear thought and high benevolence, as we
shall when we cease to be cats and dogs and
become pure spirit why, we are constantly
laying our reason to sleep and taking au
thority in its stead.
"Beason is the only faculty we have
wherewith to judge concerning anything,
even revelation itself." .
"Who has ever made a more radical, a
more "free-thinking" statement?
If Bobert Elsmere had been sent young
to the school of the Bev. and Mrs. John K
Cowles, of Ipswich, Mass., and had been set
down to a proper grapple with touch old
Bishop Butler, as he ccrtainlv would have
been if he had gone there, he would not
have been torn to pieces with wild reaction
and recoil after be was a full-grown rector
by remembering that an Oxford professor
once said: "God is forever reason; and His
communication, His revelation is reason."
His poor little red 'head would' have been
banged black and blue with itatrthat school
to such an extent tnat no subsequent Ox
ford Gray or green could 'ever have taken"
him by surprise.
"It is of much more importance to give
our assent to doctrines upon grounds of
reason and wisdom than on that of faith
"What modern victim, at Ihe mercy of
thought, at the mercy ottruth, uttered this
iconoclastic pronunciamento and died in the
effort? Origen only he did not die of it
and it seems to have cost him no more effort
was a simple conclusion of common sense.
A CLEAN, CLEAB PATH.
"Which subject he (Cyprian) did not
handle as he ought to have done, for he
(Demetrius) ought to have been refuted,
not by the testimonies of Scripture, which
he plainly considered vain, fictitious and
false, but by arguments and reason."
It is from Lactantius, Xns,titutiones Di
vina? and all along the way a clean, clear
path has been stamped by the strong, steady
feet of thinkers fighting for reason when
reason meant chains and stake and cross;
and we who have entered i nto their-rest but
never into their labors', we pipe a feeble
squeak for reason and on the strength of it
call ourselves original and heroic, the slaves
There are always plenty of people in the
mass to rnn after authority like sheep over
a wall in theology as. in everything else.
But when we speak" of science we mean
what the leaders of science have discovered,
the conclusions of original scientific inves
tigation. The opinion of unlearned indi
viduals,' indeed the opinionoi the unlearned
mass has no scientinc weight. Ko in the
ology, undoubtedly the Bible occupies to
many Protestants, the pastors occupy to
many flocks, a relation quite analogous to
that which the Pope and the church occupy
to many Catholics; none the less the way of
Protestantism is studded thick with 'the
electric lights of reason and who fails to see
them should bestir himself as to the condi
tion of his own eyes and not bemoan himself
for the darkness of the path. '
Christianity something small and local?
It is true or it is false according -as it is set
against Christ's words or against some un
tenable human dogma built up on Christ's
words. If we must believe tnat the whole
world was lost in sin without any effort on
the partof its Creator to communicate Him
self to His children, to teach and guide and
strengthen them except through one .little
wretched, wandering desert tribe leading to
a Christ who benefits only those who con
sciously met Him on earth, and those who
now accept Him through a certain definite
formula against such a theory, the declara
tion that Christianity is something small
and local is revolntionary.
A MUSTARD SEED.
But if any Church of England rectorhad
valued the Bible more and the Thirty-nine
Articles less he would have learned long be
fore he took holy orders' that all his boqks
could not jnakfe Christianity much smaller,
much more local than the grain of mustard
seed, the little leaven wherennto Christ
likened it But, small and local, the vital
oint was there, the eternal, life which has
een ever since unfolding, however slowly,
which by its mighty development promises
to become universal. Mrs. Ward sees in
that mustard seed only a grain of sawdust
Mr. Gladstone speaks of the church, of
the priesthood or ministry, of the sacra
ments, as the established machinery of
Christian training; as the wings of the soul.
If "Bobert Elsmere" is any true picture of
ecclesiastical England, the machinery has
become too heavy for the motive. ' The.
church and the priesthood and the sacra
ments shut the soul away from God rather
than interpret God to the soul. The wings
are wooden and crush the spirit dnwji when
it would soar toward its source. Never was
a soldier sent to victory with so little powder
in bis flask.
"Truth has never been, can never be, con
tained in any.one creed or system."
"What asphyxia of the intellect must hare
fallen on tne Church of England if suoh a'
statement is revolutionary! It has been the
teaching of American orthodoxy time out of
mind. I have heard lit mvself from Una
silenced now in death-Vthat any system pro- I
fessingto be a complete exposition of truth
was by that very profession proved wrong,
because no system can compass perfection,
not being in possession of all the facts. Our
iron-bound, orthodox Puritan bigots, what
ever hard term you will, riveted that truth
into an institution 0 years agor clamped it
in so fast and firm that the Supreme Court
of Massachusetts is having very hard work
to get it out and will, I trust, work in vain;
the "infallible revelation which God con
stantly makes of Himself in His works of
creation, providence and redemption." If
God is constantly revealing Himself, no
system can be perfect, because it must be
founded on partial knowledge.
THE INFLUENCE OtfJIHEIST.
"The toiler of the world," says Mrs.
"Ward, "as ho matures may be made to
love Socrates, or Buddha, or Marcus Au
relius. It would seem often as though he
could not be made tolove Jesus."
By their fruits ye shall know them.
"Which has the.most influence on life to-day
in Europe and America,Socrates,or Buddha,
or Marcus Aurehus, or Jesus Christ? How
many are reared to Buddha in England?
How many workingmen and women on the
Continent sustain a -memorial supper to
Socrates. How many of the trades unions
of the United States or how many indi
vidual members of society, ybung men and
maidens, ever founded an alliance of
mutual endeavor in rieht living, in benefi
cent and charitable work in the name of
Marcus Aurelius? Or of Socrates?. Or of
Buddha? , I
A little while ago a young girl, sweet,
pure, perfect, I think one might say, went
beyond the vision ofearth. Three and a
half years after her death a sealed envelope
was found which contained a paper whose
date showed that it was written when she
was 12 years old. It was to this effect:
"I do henceforth and forever give myself
to the Lord Jesus Christ I give my soul to
Him; my body to work for Him; my tongue
to speak for Him; my hands to work for
Him; I give mv whole self to Him. to-be
Vorever His. He will keen me. euide me
and guard me. I must seek Him everv da v.'
I must love Him better than all the rest oH
the world. I must do as I know He wants
me to do, and all I do must be to please
Him. I must love ,to read His word. I
must do all the good I can in all the ways
I can. Not one of all these things can I do
withont Hia help, and He will help me if I
come to Him with my whole heart."
Seven years after, overtaken by sudden
illness in Europe, the same little hand
"Ob; my darling, how I miss youl I am so
homesick that I feel sometimes as if I cannot
is not this imsnr?
"Nothing seems like home. The food-is
so fussed up and different. This is a little
thing to speak of, but yon know when one
is sick then when I think I may die here,
the longing is dreadful to get! home and see
you all once more. I would give all
Europe to be with you again. But Jesus is
my never-failing friend. -He is always near
with comfort and help. He always makes
me happy and satisfied to leave every event
of life or death in His hands."
Is it only what Jesus Christ has in com
mon with Marcus Aurelius and Socrates,
and other Jewish peasants of amiable inclin
ations that brings him thus in effective
pledge and stimulus, comfort and 'succor, to
the innocent, yes, and to the guilty, to the
weak, the straggling, to the helpless and
the suffering? What lie is more stupendous
than God's revelation of Himself in the
long history of man if the Christian story
which has ministered to generations of
trusting, helpless, ignorant, devout, shall
in a moment of dread awakening, or a
more dreadful blank and dark, be proven
"To reconceive the Christ! It is the
special task of our age, though in some sort
and degree It has been the ever recurring
task of Europe since the beginning."
"Why? There has never been anything
which might be called a movement toward
recoaceiving Socrates, or Marcus Anrelius,
or George "Washington. "We have not been
aware of any special attempt in Europe or
America to reconceive Buddha, though
Buddha is for us originally and as a man
no more than an Oriental, an Asiatic, than
is Jesus Christ "Why is it that the world
can never' have done with Jesus Christ?
"Why is it that His name. His nature, His
life, His character, His work is the center
of perpetual interests, is the pivot upon
which the world's life'tnrns to-day?
"Why, but because in Him was life; and
that life is the light of men; because in Him
the Word, the Logos, the Eternal Beason
was made flesh and dwelt among men; and
forever as long as the world stands, and
more and more closely and lovingly the
longer the world stands, will men study
that object lesson from the "Unseen Uni
verse, will men peer through that rift in
the heavy clouds of matter to discern life
and immortality brought to light; good tid
ings of great joy which shall be to all
people. Gail Hamilton.
A LOSING GAMJJ.
A Detroit Swindler Telia a Widow Some
Detroit Free Press .1
He was a keen, sharp-looking young man,
and he said to the lady of the house on
Second avenue as he stood in the hall:
"Madam, I have called for the suit of
clothes which needs brushing and fixing."
""What suit?" she asked. .
"Tour husband's Sunday suit, ma'am.
He called as he went down this morning."
"And he said I was to let you have
"Did he appear an good health and
"Look and act natural?"
"Of course. "Why do yon ask?"
"Because he has been dead 18 years, and I
have some curiosity on the subject!"
"l I have made a mistake, perhaps!"
stammered the yonng man.
"Perhaps you have. The man you saw
go out of here an hour ago is my brother.
You may have better luck in the next block
with the old-fashioned confidence game.
Paternal Hospitality In Maine.
Jack Dirigo (home on a visit) Look
here, dad! that's a little the toughest daub
I ever saw.
HisB"ather (warnlngly) 'S-s-shl Easy,
myi boy. Your mother may be listening.
Help yourself. Judge.
OTJIDA ON THE HORSE.
The Life of Horses in Domesticity Pnll
of Pain and Misery.
WOMEN MOKE BRUTAL THAN MEN.
A Caustic Article by the Famous Hovelist
CBUELTI OP EACING I0UKG HORSES
tX bitten ron the DisriTcn.1
The more one loves horses the more is one
tempted to wish that the horse had never
been tamed by man. The immeasurable ex
tent of his services has certainly only been
equaled by the equally infinite misery with
which they have been requited". Most ani
mals suffer greatly from the dominance of
man, but, on a whole, the horse suffers the
most of all. At its very best the life of a
horse in domesticity is an unnatural life ot
almost perpetual restraint; and at its worst it
is a bell indeed, only the more cruel by its
contrast with the patience and endurance of
the victim tortured in it.
A life deprived of liberty, denied usually
the indulgence of most of its instincts and
bound down under the caprice and exigen
cies of human will, it must always be at its
happiest; what it-is at its worst, what it has
been for thousands of centuries, it is diffi
cult entirely to realize. How far the old
free impulses of a wild creature linger and
stir-in the blood of the broken-in horse we
cannot well measure; to judge by the high
spirit and leaping bounds of the colt it
would seem that much of the uifettered"
temper has survived through generations on
generations pondemned to servitude.
X PENT-UP .EXISTENCE.
The condition in which we keep the horse
is almost as unnatural as that in which the
lion hi the menagerie and the polar bear of
the zoological gardens'pass their imprisoned
existence. It is only as a filly beside its
dam in the meadows, or at such rare times
as, in maturer years, he is turned out to
grass, that the horse can taste those sweets'
of free and open air life for which nature
created bim. The circumstances and obli
gations of his life are in their best form op
pressive and very sad to a creature naturally
wild and swift as the winds of his native
But I think they are made much more
onerous than they might be if his owners
would take more thought for this kind and
long-suffering companion of his toil and of
his pleasure. If men realized what their
lives would be withont horsei they would
perhaps be more indulgent and more careful
ot an animal to which they owe so immense
a debt Loose boxes, instead of being, as
they now are. the privilege of carriage
horses, should be universal; they take up a
good deal of space, and so landlords will
not build, and tenants will not rent, stables
large enough to admit of them; but they are
an absolute necessity or the comfort and
well-being of the horse.
IDLE, VICIOUS COACHMEN.
Coachmen, who are as a rule the most
lazy and vicious class, like to tie up horses
because a horse who can roll and stretch at
his will in the straw gives somewhat more
trouble to bis cleaners in grooming. Nine
out of ten coachmen will pretend that a
horse is a crib-biter, or is given to gnaw his
his own skin, or will invent some falsehood
or another, to obtain leave-to tie him np to
his manger. Unhappily the majority of
horse owners are so ignorant, or so indiffer
ent, that any fable gees down with them.
There are even owners of racing studs who
know little or nothing of the wants and
ways of horses, while the average owner of
carriage Horses deliver them helplessly over
iuiaj wo uuuus ui ma cuacuman wiinom
troubling himself to acquire the least knowl
edge of what the animals require in health
As a rule the piquour, or the head coach
man, is a person who cares very little for
the comfort and enjoyment of his stud, but
heeds only the external appearance and the
feats of speed of his animals. The splendor
of many great stables is only a brilliant
cover to much torture and distress permitted
there, while in the innumerable town sta
bles of the middle classes there is little oY no
effort to keep the horses shut up there in
happiness or health. If men and women
studied and visited their horses more, things
would be better for both animal and owner.
If yon do not know whether your horse, is
well fed, well groomed, well treated and
well shod, you have no business to have
him at all. Yet out of the millions owning
riding and driving horses how many Lave
this knowledge? '
N, CRUEL HOESEW02IEN.
"Women 'are even worse than ignorant;
they are more brutal than men to horses; it
is always the lady who insistsrthat the bear
ing rein shall rivet the poor animals' heads
motionless for the sake ot the effect which
she thinks is thus given to her equipage,
while a woman will bring in her hunter
bleeding from the spur, sweating from her
one-sided weight, and trembling from her
merciless riding, in a worse state than men
will often like their mounts to present.
Pew men saw their horses months, and fideet
ceaselessly with the spur, as women will,
and while a man has usually some more or
less slight knowledge and conscience in his
use and abuse of a horse's powers the female
rider very frequently has neither in any
A child cannot, to my thinking, be taught
too early to ride.even tne use of panniers on
a donkey for infants shopld be far more
general than it is, for it habitnates the child
to the movement of the animal, and is far
more healthy than the stupid perambulators
or the armsof the nurse; but when the little
boy or girl is' old enough to be put upon a
padded saddle, whether borne by donkey or
pony, it is time enough for him St for her
to be tinght consideration for the four-footed
companion which is the cause of so much
pleasure; the lesson that animals are friends
and should be treated tenderly, cannot be
too early inculcated, and it is a mistake to
let a small child thrash even a wooden horse.
It is an ugly indulgence of the passions,
best checked at once.
the eacino fallacy.
Early impressions are much more indeli
ble than is generally believed; and a small
child may, in nine cases out of ten, be taught
to be kind and considerate as he may be
taught his alphabet, and as he grows np that
humane tenderness will grow up with him
and resist even the gross and brutalizing in
fluence of schools. But it is uselesi for even
the best of men to be humane if it be not so
intelligently; if he does not know how his
horses should be treated he will be inevita
bly at the mercy of his subordinates concern
ing them. He need not drive himself, un
less be wishes; but he. should know how he
ought to be driven.. He need not feed bis
horses himself, bnt he should know from
their condition whether jhe oats he pays for
dulygo in their stomachs-or are transmuted
into silyer for his stableman's pockets. Bac
ing, which vvith a solemn hypocrisyhardly
equaled about any other thing is gravely
put forward ns having for its sole aim and
end the benefit of the equine race, has done
more than anything else to injure it. The
horse is not at the maturity of his powers
until he iar some G years of age; yet thanks to
racing he is thought already old at this age;
and all the greatest demands upon him are
made when he is a 2-year-old, a mere baby;"
SPEED VERSUS STAYING POWEB.
If extraordinary speed is attained by the
breeding in and in of racers ihus tortured in
their inlnncy, the questionable advantage is
ill bought by the weakness and weediness
entailed on the species; while of the barbar
ous cmelty there can be no question; it
cannot be concealed from anyone who seek
horses come in at any race. If it were pos
sible to make racing penal all over the
world both men and horses would be Im
measurably the gainers'. Baring has set np
a wholly fictitious standard of value in a.
horse; it should be staying, power, not;
pace, which should be the object' of all
breeding and training; it may be wonderful
that a horse can fly so far in a minute, but
it is of little actual nse; what is of infinite,
of incalculable general nse is that the horse
should be able to go at a good sound pace
for a number of consecutive hours, and keep
a robust frame and a hardy constitution
through a fatiguing work.
Bacing Pot only tortures tens of thousands
of young horses uselessly,-but sends out
into the world numbers of poor young ani
mals who have broken down under train
ing, and who, with a frame debilitated for-'
ever, strained tendons, and aching hearts,
are drafted into cab and hack work and
know nothing but suffering from the trainer's
box t the knacker's yard. The trotters of
NewYorK and the 2-year-olds of New
market may be stupendous, miraculous, in
credible, but they are produced at a cruel
cost, and they are of no real benefit either to
horses or to men, Ouida.
AN IKSECr WITH 25,000 EIS.
Numerous VIsnnI Organs of the Beetle and
Other Smnll Creatures.
Newcastle (England) Uhronlcle.3
Are insects short-sighted? is a problem
which many naturalists have set themselves
to solve, and out of the evidence brought in
favor or against the proposition, interesting
information can occasionally be gleaned.
On one hand, it is argued that sight is the
most important sense which insects possess,
and in support of this assertion it is pointed
out that the eyes are generally very numer
ods, tmu they command a wide field of.view,
and that they are mostly present in two, or
even in three different forms. But against
this may be cited the fact, that there are
many insects notably the myrmecophilops
beetles whlcE have no eyes at all, while it
has also been asserted that owing to the con
vexity of the facets which make np the com
pound eyes, vision, even when present, can
only be found of service at close quarters.
Tbe facets of the eye-masses are exceed
ingly numerous, and are so arranged as to
command a view in almost every direction,
withqut any necessity for turning the head.
The ant, which is comparatively slow in its
movements, and in which flight is restricted
to the single ascent made by the males and
females before pairing, there are no more
than 0 distinct facets in the eye. In one of
the most.sluggish of 'our British beetles
Blaps mucronata therS are about 250,
while in Meloe, sjrhich is somewhat more
active, there are nearly twice as many. In
certain dragon flies there are 12,000, in some
swift-winged butterflies 17,900, and in the
Mordella, a very active beetle, upward of
25,000. Besides these compound eyes, there
are in most insects, though not in all, a
very limited number of simple eyes or oceli,
which are generally situated upon the upper
part of the head, and these bear a distinct
resemblance, as far as the general character
of their structure is concerned, to-the eyes
of the higher animals.
"With anatomists it has always been a
question whether insects do or do not see
with more facets than one at a time. It is,
of coarse, oat of the question that all can be
simultaneously employed, but whether
groups of these facets see in different
,directions; and each group conveys one im
'pression, just as our two eyes do, has not
been determined. The highly developed
character of the eyes of insects, and their
invariable presence in those species to
which they could by any possibility be of
service, seems against the theory of short or
imperfect sight, while jt certainly favors
the view that sight is the most important of
an insect's senses. '
'A SHARK'S BIG APPETITE.
A Dry Goods Store, a Cigar Shop and Fart
of a Steamer Swallowed.
'We were leaving the harbor at Sidney
one trip," said the sailor, "and as wecleared
the offing we met a passenger steamer just
in from Frisco. As we passed the steamer a
huge 16-foot shark that had evidently made
'the entire passage in the steamer's wake
turned and followed us. The shark seemed
to have soma treasure aboard, as it sat low
in the water, kind of water-logged, as it
were, and it was with great difficulty it
managed to keep np with us. Some of the
fellowss proposed that we capture the big
fish and explore its interior, so we rigged
up a hook, baited it with a 20-pound morsel
of pork, and soon had Mr. Shark in tow.
By passing the line through a snatch-block
on the main yard-arm and taking a turn
with a pull around the capstan we hoisted
the brute aboard, and as the fish dropped on
deck its stomach spread out like a collapsed
balloon. One blow from a handspike broke
the creature's back and then we held a post
mortem which disclosed the most varied
assortment of junk I ever beheld.
"First came a folded campstool, then a
wire bustle, a sheet-iron bread pan, 19 bot
tles, champagne and beer, some broken, a
pillow, 10 soiled towels, a bible, ene cork
screw with a wooden handle, a white vest
and a tin spittoon, a sealskin cap, a bushel
of cigar stubs, an embroidered slipper.some
clinkers, a breakfast shawl, J. 1 old socks ont
at the toes, 4 clay pipes, a loaded revolver,
bunch of keys, 2 pocket knives, a razor and
a whisk broom, X flatiron and a pair of
pants, 23 upper and 7 lower sets of false
teeth, a cork leg, 83 tin cans, several broken
packs of cards.8 photographs, mostly yonng
ladies; a gold-headed cane and an open um
brella, a coal scuttle, 3 life buoys and a
bottle of hairoil, 20 toothbrushes, 13 ping
hats, a hair switch, 2 face powder xags, a
board on which was printed, "Steerage pas
sengers not allowed abaft the mainmast," a
box of matches, a small valise, and a coffin
"Is that all you found?" asked one of the
Tnniic mpn in n faint vniot.
"Yes," replied the sailor promptly,
"tnat s all we found inside tqe snarE, but l
noticed that when it turned away 'from the
steamer to follow us it disgorged .about 25
yards of the steamer's wake, which it had
swallowed when the other things were
coming too slow."
A JOKE OS HIS MAMMA.
Why n New Haven Yoangiter Wanted to,
Sny His Prayers In German.
New Haven Falladlum.I
A capital story is being told of a lad of 8
summers who had mastered the German
language one winter while being-separated
from his mother! He was conferring with
his father as to how to surprise and delight
his mother on the acquaintance of the new
tongue, and a brilliant thought struck the
"I'll say my prayers in German; that'll
surprise her, papa."
The father admitted this was an original
way, but decided that it was hardly proper.
The boy pleaded, but the father, after al
most giving in to the plan, finally vetoed it
once for all on the ground of irreverence.
This disgusted the 8-year-old, and he said:
'To a don't seem to understand, papa. It
isn't a joke on God; it's on mamma."
' Xove's Labor Iiost.
Pauline See here, young fellow, the
next time yon make an appointment with
me, yon want to remember that there are
two spires on this church! Puck.
A Criticism of tie Utterances of Three
FROM A WORLDLY STANDPOINT.
A Few Logical Deductions Drawn
THE EFFECT OF W0ME5 ON THE STA9S
rwarms rda thi sisrATcn.
The arguments advanced last Sunday
against the theater are decidedlv Christian
arguments. It is granted by one of the
three noted divines that such men a
"Henry Irving, Edwin Booth, Joseph Jef
ferson are great actors, honorable menr"
but, because all actors and actresses are not
moral, they say the playhouse should go.
I will attempt to show that if we continue
to follow such a coarse of reasoning, ws
must condemn everything, be .it good or
bad, which has not attained perfection. "" -
Dr. Talmage says, "That which is wrong
in a parlor is wrong on the stage," and nn
philosophically concluder that because la
certain theaters, sometimes, indecent scene!
are enacted, it is, therefore, wrong for any .
one to ever go into any theater to hear anyt
play. If his proposition be correct, it is
logical to conclude that what is Wrong oa
the. stage is wrong in the parlor. The
abundant newspaper testimony which tha
Doctor says is conclusive evidence to him'
that theaters are indecent, ought to be suffi
cient to convince him that the number of
immoral 'acts which take place in parlors
throughout the land are even greater than
those which take place in theaters. Ac
cording to his logic, then, we should not
have any parlors at all. .
Are not indecencies recorded in the works
of our greatest authors? "Would he have ns
quit reading all newspapers in order that
we run no risk of picking up, accidentally,
one of the kind which contains advertise
ments ten times more disgnsting than tha
theater advertisements which he studies so
valorously without being able to detect any
thing but the pictures ot such as are "naked
and not ashamed?"
VIEWED FBOK THE FOOTLIGHTS.
He boasts that all his knowledge of
theatricalperformances is gained by a study
of these pictures and from newspaper testis
mony, declaring that he never attended but
three, plays in his life. He supposes that
these advertisements are all honest, and
newspaper evidence, in this instance, he re
gards as conclusive testimony.
How credulous! Most persons are awara
of the fact that advertisements are generally
overdrawn; that newspaper testimony is as
doubtful almost as Bible testimony to
manv. more so. It is strange that one wlrb
r believes it is wrong to hear immoral people
iu, ur seo tueui act, buu who xiaa sucu im
plicit confidence in newspaper testimony,
should not hesitate before going to church
lest he happen to hear an immoral preacher.
Suppose Mr. Irving were to nseTalmage's
logic and to say: 1 have been, many times
in chnrches during the past ten years, but
only to attend grabbags and church lotteries.
I was never more than three times in 'a
church to hear a sermon, and that was when
I was about 19yearj-of age. There is not
any newspaper in the "United States, which
amounts to anything, that has not within
the past few years reprehended the immoral
conduct of many preachers who have been
strip) ed of the rags of hypocrisy, and
whose resulting nakedness has been even
more, shocking than that of actors of no
dress at all. When, therefore, the leading
newspapers of the land, contrary to their
nnanciai interests, severely criticise tna
clergy for the antagonism of their creeds and
dogmas, and for the immoral conduct of cer
tain of them,, the testimony is to me con
clusive. Hence X conclude it is better, to,
never go to church.
That is Talmagian reasoning, and .as tha
homely adage goes, "What is sauce for tha
goose is sance for the gander."
a Btismsss VIEW.
Mr. Cuyler informs us that no "sagacious
employer ever chooses a clerk the sooner be
cause he is a theater-goer," adding some
thing about theatrical atmosphere dam
Neither does piety pass for legal tender,
now-a-days, among sagacious employers.
When a yonng man applies for a situation,
certainly" he does not say that he Is a Pres
byterian, an Episcopalian, a Democrat, an
Anarchist, a Hard-shell Baptist or a Mor
mon elder; neither does he request that bis
pfous look be observed, or assert that he is
a member of the Salvation Army, that his
father is a Methodist deacon, and that ha
expects some day to be a preacher. He re
alizes that sagacious business men do not
care whether tfeeir employes spend their
leisnre time in churches or in theaters, so
long as they are faithful to the trusts im
posed in them. Among employers, busi
ness training is considered more than spirit
ual training, capacity and responsibility
rather thai piety. Men of the world know
and realize that a man may pray and pray,
and be a villain.
Mr. Crosby thinks that the only way to
purify the theater is to banish women from
it entirely; in other words he believes "it is
not good for man to be alone." except when
he goeth to the theater. He would banish
the virtuous with the" vile, believingthat no
man can look upon any woman on the stage,
however modest her deportment, withont "a
terrible damage to his piety," as Mr. Cnyler
hath it ,
In a word their great charge against tha
theater is the immorality of certain actors
and actresses: Banish the women and pre
serve our virtue is Mr. Crosby's idea. Alas,
poor woman, that a mere sight of thee so
damageth piety. Till thou art banished far
from all creation we fear that no man's piety
is safe. M. H. V. .
JOHN AND HIS JOSS.
Strange Forms of Worship Practiced by
Chinese Men aod Women.
"When John Chinaman goes to pray in his
own orthodox style, and not "allee samea
Melikan man," he stands on a carpet in -,v
front of the high altar on which sits tha
life-sized, gorgeously-dressed god, "Joss."
In his hand helholds two pieces of wood,
round on one side and flat on the other.
After saying his prayers he drops these on
the carpet, and according as they fall ha
knows whether or not the prayer is an
swered. If both sticks fall on their fiat
side the omen is very bad; if one falls on the
flat, the other on its round side, his prayer
is granted; if both fall on their round sides
it is a sign of being partly granted.
Another way of praying is by means of t,
small strips of red paper, on which tba
prayer is printed and then pinned to tha "
wall near the door. If a Chinese woman. ',
wishes for a son she sends in her printed "J
slip; if a Chinaman wishes to send a horsa
or a house to some departed spirit he cats
ont an image of it on the slip. Fire is tha 5
means of communicating with heaven, so
after awhile the priest burns all these paper
prayers in a handsome bronze furnace,
which stands outside the door, and thus
they are supposed to go direct to heaven.
NOT OF MODERN 0BIGIN.
Evidence That the Art of Interviewing "Waa
Know In Ciesar's Time, -
London Globe. '-"
It is commonly believed that the scienco
of "interviewing" belongs wholly to these"
degenerate latter days. But a cotempor-'
ary points out that it certainly flourished'
in Boine. For what says Julius Cssear? "
"Who is It In the Press that calls on mer"
No doubt Cesar referred to'the eaterprif
lag reporter of the Stella, or "our represen
tative" of the Cloaca Xazima tha sensation-mongers
of that day.