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A CONDENSED SERMON.
BY MRS. C. C. FIELD.
rpiIE poor you have to-day,
J- CIobo to your very doors j
Scorch out their need without delay j
Give from your hoarded stores j
Nor deem that with the setting sun
Your work of charity Is done.
Forgivo your enemies
Let not your heart bo set
On still remembering Injuries j
Forgive and then forget j
And know for once how sweet Is life,
Lifted above ignoble strife.
Then If you enn bo free
From lust of power and gain,
From pride, self-love, and vanity,
And all their luring train,
You'll surely have that pence of mind
So yon may seek in vain to find.
Easy enough to do t
Simple as one could ask T
Eusy to do as preach say you I
Try then the simple task)
And let me know next Sunday moru
How many souls anew are born.
MRS. CHESTER'S DIAMONDS,
' k "VYTELL, my dear," said Mrs. Ches
T T tor, rubbing her plump, white,
little hands until the rings that encircled
thom sparkled like dew-drops in the morn
ing sunshine, " we've got a splendid day
for our journey, haven't we ? It's almost
like Indian summer."
Clara Champfort, Mrs. Hydo Chester's
"companion," was sitting by tho window,
thoughtfully watching the yellow sunshine
creep across tho pavement. Sho was a tall,
pale girl, with heavy black hair, deep hazel
eyes, and complexion colorless as tho out
linos of a Greek statue a girl full of odd,
peculiar character, concerning whom tho
servants talked mysteriously ; and whom
tho old Scotch housekeejier hesitated not
to pronounce " uncanny.". But Mrs, Hydo
Chester liked her, nnd Mrs. Hyde Chester's
will was law in her own household.
" I wish you would not go to-day, Mrs.
Chester, " said Mrs. Champfort, abruptly."
" Not go to-day 1 Why, bless my heart
alive, child, what do you mean?"
" I had a dream last night oh, such a
troubled dream, with blood in it and tho
shino of daggers, and a man's face, dark,
and square, with overhanging brows and a
cast in one eye ! And the darkness seemed
closing, closing round you and me, and,
somehow, tho diamonds were (sparkling
through it all 1" ' 5 ' :
" But, my dear, what nonsense all tills
is," said Mrs. Hydo Chester, laughing.
"Becauso you had a bad dream last night
is no reason we should postpone our jour
ney." " It is a reason, Mrs. Chester.
"Now, Clara," laughed the pretty, good
humored lady, "yon aro really getting too
absurd for anything." ,
"Mrs. Chester, I never dreamed such a
dream as that but once before, and then
"Then what happened?"
Clara Champfort's voice fell to a whis
per. " It was the night before my poor fathor
was summoned out to visit a sick patient.
Tho night was dark and stormy. Tho
horso, missing his road, wandered too near
tho edge of tho old stone-quarry in 'Wan
stone woods, and both were dashed in
pieces." ... ,.. , t
Mrs. Chester's chock turnod ft little palo ;
but sho clung resolutely to hor own theory.
"My dear Clara, it waB tho morost
chance."
"But, Mrs. Chester, you will at least
let me persuade you to send the jewels by
some safe hnnd ?"
"Nonsohse, Clara, why should I? They
will be a groat deal safer with me, and I
want to givo them to Goraldine myself tho
evening before she is married. There's
nnothcr good reason for not postponing our
journey ; I want tlio evening for a good
chat with my favorite nieco, instead of ar
riving just at tho Inst moment before tho
ceremony."
Clara looked wistful and unconvinced, but
she said no more ; nnd Mrs. Hydo Chester
sat down to the breakfast table, whence tho
odor of broiled ham arose in a most appe
tizing manner.
Mrs. Hydo Chester's niece, Miss Gerald
inc liaynnmd, was to bo married tho next
day but 0110 ; and Mrs. Hydo Chester had
set her warm, impulsive- heart on being
present at the ceremony ; and, morovcr, on
presenting tho brido with a very beautiful
set of diamonds, which, with their antiquo
case of dark green morocco, lined with san
dal wood and scented satin, had descended
from generation to generation in tho dies
tcr family, until tho present inheritrix of
tho name, having no daughter of her own,
had resolved to givo it to her favorito niece.
Nor were all the unfavorable omens per
taining to Clara Champfort's dream suffi
ciently discouraging to prevent her from
carrying her determination into instant ex
ecution. "I never was superstitious," said Mrs.
Chester, laughing ; "and I don't mean to
begin now. Are tho trunks and things all
ready, my dear?"
" Yes, ma'am, they aro all ready."
" Then, I suppose, wo may as well order
tho carriage-. I can't bear to bo behind
hand at a railroad station. Look 1 you sco
I carry the diamonds in my own morocco
traveling bag, so they cannot possibly bo
stolen. Docs that content you?"
"Only half, Mrs. Chester," said Clara,
smiling a very faint, indistinct kind of a
shadowy smilo. ,
Mrs. Hyde Chester, a bustling kind of a
person was not satisfied until thoy wero at
the station, had purchased their tickets, and
safely bestowed themsolves in tho train.
Clara Champfort was leaning against tho
window, idly watching the hurrying throngs
as they perpetually camo and went, when
suddenly she withdrew her face, with a low
cry.
"Mercy upon us, child !" exclaimed Mrs.
Hydo Chester ; "what's tho mattor?"
" Tho face the very faco I saw iu my
dream !" Clara cried, her own face blanch
ed like that of a dead person.. " Oh, Mrs.
Chester, it is not too lato'for us to turn
back yet 1"
"Do you mean "
" I mean that he passed tho window just
now with the dark, squaro faco, and the
beetling brows, and tho cast in one eye.
Oh I Mrs. Chester, our Fato is following us
in his shnpo !"
" Clarn," said Mrs. Chester, as nearly
angry as she could over bo, " I nevor saw
such ridiculous superstition in my lifo.
Do keep your signs and omens to yourself;
you fairly mako my blood run cold."
"But the diamonds," muttered Clara,
as if speaking to horself; "their glitter
was interwoven though it all. It must be
yes, it must bo that ho watched you when
you got them from tho bank that ho is on
your track !"
" Clara, hush ! I tell you I will not have
it !"
And Mrs. Hydo Chester's fair, plump
face actually looked, for the instant, almost
pale. Clara turned toward her witji an
eager, wistful glance.
" Wo go as far as Tcrriswodo by train.
Then Torriswodo is twelvo miles from
Daingerfleld, from whero wo take a private
conveyance." 1
" What kind of a road is it 1"
" Very wild and picturesque"
"And lonely?"
"Yes," Mrs. .Chester admitted, almost
unwillingly, " it is a littlo lonely."
" Do we pass over it by daylight?"
" Mostly, if the train is in time."
"It will rot bo in timo to-day," said
Clara, quietly.
"Clara, how can you tell ?"
"I don't know but I am quite sure of
it."
" I wouldn't have my head so full of
Old World notions as you for its weight in
gold, Clara Champfort," said the older
lady, trying to repress a little shudder,
which, iu spite of horself, would thrill
through hor frame.
But Miss Champfort, strange to say, was
right. The train, due at Torriswodo at
flvo did not arrivo until some minutes after
six, owing to tho delay consequent upon re
pairs on the lino.
. "I know it,'1, said Clara qulotly, while
Mrs. Hyde Chester stared at hor, almost
beginuing to believe that the old house
koopcr was right, and Clara Champfort was
"nucanny." ' ' ,' .. '
There wero several rusty equipages wait
ing at tho out-of-the-way littTo railroad sta
tion to carry passengers in various direc
tions ; nnd Mrs. Hydo Chester engaged tho
most civilized looking of them all to carry
herself and hor young companion to Dain
gerfleld. " There," whispered Clara, as sho took
her scat besido Mrs. Chester, "did you sco
that man glido past on tho platform? I
told you ho was following us !"
Mrs. Chester stretched her plump neck
but sho could only sco tho back of tho
passer's hoad.
"After all," said she, argumcntively,
"a railroad station is froo to nil."
Clara did not nnswer, but leaned back
in the vehicle.
Mrs. Hydo Chester chatted merrily, as
they rollod along over tho uneven county
roads ; but Clara answered but little sho
was in no mood for conversation.
Tho November niglit, chill and starless,
had closed quito dark over tho glen of tho
autumnal copses, as they began to nsccud
tho long, wooded hill that lay between
Torriswodo and Daingerfleld. Both ladies,
wearied with their long journey, wero
quite silent. Mrs. Hydo Chester had fallen
into a dozo, when sho was suddenly roused
by tho vehicle coming to a full stop.
"Dear mo," said Mrs. Chester, sitting
upright, "what can bo tho matter?"
"I'm sorry ma'am," said Jehu, his faco
appearing, as it were, iu a black foam, at
tho window of tho equipage, "but wo'vo
broke down."
" Broken down !"
" Ycs'm ; it's tho axle-treo broke- clean
in halves."
"But can you not mend it?"
" Not unless I had tho tools, ma'am, and
there ain't a shop this side of Tcrriswodo."
"But what aro wo to do? Wo can't
stay hero all night. Wo must walk tho
rest of tho way to Daingerfleld."
" It's Bix miles, ina'am, and a mortal bad
road."
" But what elso can we do ?"
"You might stay at Toby Woodon's,
just beyond don't yon seo the light twink
linl" " Is it a public hoiice ?"
"Well, no, ma'am, not exactly, but they
does take folks in whou they can got 'em.
And I could ride one of tho horses back to
Torriswodo and get another trap, and you
will bo at Daingerfleld in good timo in tho
morning."
"Oh, dear," said Mrs. Chester, despair
ingly, "I wish now that I had followed
your advice, Clara. I shall not reach
Daingerfleld to-night after all."
Toby Woodon's proved to bo a ruinous
old farm-houso built on tho hillsido in tho
woods, and distinguished mainly by its
high-peaked roof and dilapidated porch.
" Well, I s'poso I can take ye in," was
Mrs. Woodon's puzzled rojoindor to thoir
petition for a night's shelter. " There's
the upstairs chamber Simoon can take the
seed com out. We've got two men horo
a'roady, and "
" Two men ?" interposed Clara, Eagerly.
"What sort of men?"
"Ono of 'em's Dan Gilbert, tho peddler;
and t'othor's a likely fellow, enough. I
don't know what ho is, but he squints vory
bad with one eye."
Mrs. Hydo Chester could feel Clara's
grasp tighten on her arm, with a sort of
nervous energy.
" I knew it I know it !" sho whispered,
eagerly. " Oh, Mrs. Chester, do not lot us
come hero do not lot 'us tempt our fato.
Wo had bettor sit in tho carriage all night."
" In tho carriago, indeed 1 What non
sense !" cried Mrs. Chester. " Show us up
stairs at once, Mrs. Wooden, please. I am
nearly jolted to death in that horrid -concern."
The apartment from which a tall, loan
jointed youth was at that moment remov
ing a general chaos of 1 seed-oars' of corn,
was by no means inviting. A dropsical
feather-bed, piled up 011 a high !edstoad,
and a throe-legged woshstand, togother
with ono or two cane-bottomed chairs, com
pleted the furniture of the room a mourn
ful contrast to Mrs. Hydo Chester's ele
gant suite of npartmonts at home.
But sho was vory tired, and, withal, de
termined to be pleased, if only only out of
contradiction to Clara Champfort.
' Clara, full of vaguo fears, kept the light
burning as long as tho slondor 4 dip' of tal
low would last, and then, by the stormy
moonlight, watchod the luckless door in an
agony of apprehension. , '
Nor was ' her apprehension entirely
groundless ; for just as the gray dawn of
tho coming day was blending with the
darkness that is always most dense at that
hour, the latch was sottly lifted, aud a fig
ure glided in tho figure of a man. .
Clara lay watching, with her breast
throbbing wildly nnd at the sarao instant
Mrs. Hydo Chester, startled by tho creak
ing of a loose board in tho floor of tho
room, wakened.
Her first impulse was to utter a piercing
scream ; but Clara's hand was over her
mouth in an instant Clara's firm grasp
was holding her down. ,
Tho figure- glided directly toward tho
leather reticulo which Mrs. Hydo Chester
had taken tho precaution to conceal be
neath tho hangings of tho window, opened
it noiselessly by means of a bunch of skele
ton keys which ho produced from his pock
et, and abstracted something after a mo
ment's noiseless search, with which ho
withdrew, as silently as a ghost.
Not until his hist footstep died away on
tho stairs, did Clara take her guardian
han d from Mrs. Chester's mouth.
" Clara, why did you stop mo ? Why
did you not let mo givo tho alarm?" cried
Mrs. Chester, springing from her bed in
dismay and consternation.
" Did you wish to be nuirdored in your
bed?"
"Murdered? What mean you?" Mrs.
Hydo Cluster's blood ran cold.
" Ho carried a long knife. I saw it shino
in tho starlight once. Hush 1"
Clara w as gazing intently from tho win
dow. "Come here, Mrs. Chester.
Mrs. Hydo Chester crept tremblingly to
her companion's sido.
"Look!"
And Clara pointed out a dark figuro
stealing across tho meadow, in tho indis
tinct light, toward the woods that lay be
yond. "Hois gone," sho said, with strange
calmness, " and we are safe thank heaven
wo aro safo 1"
" But my diamonds 1"
Mrs. Chester had hurried toward tho
open traveling bag which lay upon tho floor
beneath tho dressing table, and her painful
surmises proved correct the morocco case
was gone.
Sho uttered a low exclamation of despair.
" Clara, Clara, how can you stand there
so calm ?"
" Because I have reason to bo calm.
Composo yourself, Mrs. Chester. The dia
monds are safo under my pillow. I fore
saw this I read it all, in tho dim forcshad-
owings of my dream and, when you were
asleep, I unpacked tho jewels from their
caso, aud secured them. Let the thief f go
on his way. Tho green morrocco caso,
though in itself a precious treasure to the
antiquary, will hardly recomponso him for
his waste of time and maneuvers."
Mrs. Hydo Chester clasped Clara to her
heart, with a burst of toars, which proved
an inexpressible relief to hor overcharged
feelings.
When daylight onco more roddoned over
tho hills, Mrs. Chester and Miss Champ
fort renewed their journey, and had tho
gratification of presenting tho precious
purvrt of diamonds to Miss Goraldine Ray
mond two hours before the ceremony which
transferred the blooming maiden into a de
mure littlo wife.
" But if it hadn't been for Clara, dear,
you wouldn't have had thom, safo and
sound," said Mrs. Hyde Chester. "Mind, I
don't believo in dreams, but certainly that
was tho most unaccountable coincidence in
tho world !"
A Incident at the Battle of New Orleans.
A KENTUCKIAN at the battlo of
Now Orleans, who disdained tho re
straint of a soldior'slife, whon his name
is upon tho muster roll, preferred "going
it alone" fighting on his own hook.
While tho battlo was raging fiercest and
the shot flying thick as hail, carrying doath
whorcvor they fell, "Kentucky" might
havo boon seen stationed under a tall maple
loading and firing his rifle, as perfectly un
concerned as though he was " pinkiu" for
deer. Evory time ho brought his riflo to
his shoulder, a red coat bit tho dust. At
last ho happened to attract the attention of
"Old Hickory," who supposed he had bo
come separated from his company, and
rode up to him to bring him behind the re
doubt, as he was in a position that exposed
his person to the Are of the enemy. '
" Hallo, my man, what rigimont do you
belong to?" said tho general.
" Iteglment answered Kcntuck.
" Hold on, yondur's another of 'em I" and
bringing his shooting iron to his shoulder,
he ran his eye along the barrel a flash,
another man came tumbling to the ground.
" Whoso company do you belong to?"
again Inquired the general.
. " Company the d 1 1" was tho rcly of
Kcntuck, ns ho busied himself .loading.
"Seo that 'nr feller with tho gold fixcns on
his coat and boss ? Just watch mo perforate
him !"
Tho general gazed in tho direction indi
cated by his rifle, nnd observed a British
general riding up and down tho advancing
lino Kcntuck pulled trigger, and the gallant
Briton followed his companions that his
Kentucky foo had laid low in death that
day. "Hurrah for old Kentuck !" shouted
tho frco fightor, as his victim camo tumb
ling from his horso ; then turning to the
general, ho continued, " I'm figlitin' on my
own hook, stranger !" as ho proceeded to
load.
THE QUAKER AND THE EARL.
IN THE days when Proston was consid
ered "fashionable," ere tho require
ments of trado had swallowed up nearly
every vestago of green park and spacious
gardens formerly connected with many
town residences, there was in Stonegatc,
several neat villas, surrounded by shady
trees and luxuriant orchards. One of theso
was occupied by a rather eccentric Quaker,
named John Dansom. Tho house which
John occupied was owned by the Earl of
Derby, of sporting notoriety. In their ear
ly days tho embryo earl and tho Quaker
boy had been schoolfellows nt tho Preston
Grammar School, which was then in Stone
gate. Tho Quaker had been for' some
timo very tardy in paying up his rent, and
Mr. Baincs, tho Earl's agent, had on sun
dry occasions threatened him with a de
scent of the " Philistines," in the shapo of
bailiffs. Ono morning ho started off on
foot to Knowslcy, aiid gaining admission
to the park, walked up to the hall door, and
rang. On tho footman answering tho bell,
John put tho simple question, " Is Edward
iu?" .
"Edward !" exclaimed tho astonished
lackey ; " what Edward do you mean?"
" Edward Stanley. Ho lives horo, does
ho not? Is ho in? I want to sco him,"
replied tho Quaker.
" Go away, you impcrtinont follow !"
was tho indignant rojoindor, aud tho foot
man slammed tho door in the Quaker's
faco.
But John was not to be discouraged by
this ungracious reception ; he had come to
bco tho Earl, and did see him. Tho lackey
eventually took in his name, and John was
immediately ushered into the presonce of
tho noblo Earl, whom ho salutod with
" Well, Edward, how art thou getting on ?"
"Very well, thank you, John," replied
his lordship extending his hand and warmly
shaking that of his visitor."
" It's along timo since thou and I went
to Proston Grammar School together," ad
ded tho blunt Quaker.
"It is, indeed, John, a very long timo,"
replied his lordship. " I am very glad to
seo you. How aro you getting along ? And
what has brought you ovor hore' to Knows
lcy?" " I am sorry to say," rospqndod John,
" that I have been getting on very badly
lately. I cannot raise brass to pay my
rent, and that man of thine at Preston
Baincs he's a vast saucy follow says if
I dom't pay up before next Thursday ho'll
send th' bums. So, I've come to ask the
to give mo a bit longer time."
"Well, John," said his lordship, " I sup
pose you've been rathor unfortunate lately ;
so I'll forgive you tho rent altogether.
And," added his lordship, "I'll tell you
what I'll do further. You may live in the
house rent free as long as you live."
John's protestations of gratitude for this
act of generosity wero unbounded. He
took his departure from Knowslcy with a
much lighter heart than whou approaching
it. Some time after John's visit to Knows
lcy, during one of tho race weeks, Lord
Derby, when proceeding to the Cock Pit, ta
join in his favorite sport, mot John in
Stoucygato, when, after a friendly salute,
the latter said t " I see, Edward, thou
hasn't given up thy silly sinful practices
yet!"
"No, John," replied tho earl,' "I havo
not. But if all my tenants paid their rents
as yon do, I Bhould very soon have to givo
up altogether," and with this rcbuko his
lordship walked on. ' .
tJT A young lady ffosltating for a word
in describing the character of a rejected
suitor, said : " He is not a tyrant, not exact
ly dominoering, but", ."Dogmatic,"
suggested hor friend. "No, ho has not dig
nity enough for that. I think fiupmatk
would convey my meaning admirably."