In South Africa there is a great de
mand for donkeys, as they are proof
against climate, plague and flies.
It appears that Germany is not the
only bete noir of industrial Great
Britain, though it is doubtless the
chief. The "made in Germany" cry
is now Hupplemcjited by another—
"made in the United States." In
other words, American manufacturers
are invading English home and colon
ial markets.
Some time since an Englishman in
Ceylon announced his conversion to
Mohammedanism and immediately
claimed the privilege of polygamy,
taking unto him a second wife in the
person of an English girl of excellent
family, who also announced her con
version. The lirst wife sued for a
divorce. The man protested that as a
Moslem he had a light to two or even
four wives. The matter has come up
in the courts, and it has been decided
that his status in Ceylon is that of an
Englishman upon whom the obliga
tion of monogamy is binding whatever
his religious belief, whether he be
Christian, Jew, Buddhist, Mormon or
Mohammedan.
Says the San Francisco Argonaut:
"The daily papers are not content
with plastering pictures over their
pages, most of which are superfluous
and all of which are bad. They have
now devised all sorts of typographic
freaks with which to disfigure the
pages already defaced by poor pictures.
It has become a matter of extreme
difficulty to pursue the windings of
an article in aud out of the pictures
and over to the inuer pages, where its
ramifications generally terminate.
For, according to the new 'journal
ism,' it is necessary to begin all the
news features on the first page with
a whoop and a howl, allowing them to
trickle out like stale treacle on the in
side pages. But this desire to get
everything 'featured' on the first page
has brought about the condition which
makes the daily papers look like pic
ture puzzles. As if to add to the con
fusion, some inspired editorial ediot
has now devised a plan of inclosing in
borders all sorts of stories, scraps of
interviews, sayings of individuals
more or less obscure and the flotsam
and jetsam generally of the news of
the day. There is thus made up a
sort of journalistic remnant-counter or
newspaper ragbag, which is surround
ed with variegated black borders of
varying degrees of hideousness, and
around which must coil and curl and
convolute the genuine news of the
day. The hapless purchaser of a news
paper is now forced to pick out the
news, not only from amid the pictures
which deface the pages of the dailies,
but from these typographical mon
strosities as well."
During her first term in the White
Hom.e, relates W. E. Curtis, in the
Chicago Record, Mrs. Cleveland was
always accessible to newspaper cor
respondents and was the source of a
great deal of valuable information
concerning official and social affairs.
The women correspondents were very
fond of her aud appreciated her sym
pathy and assistance, but during the
second term, after the children came,
she became more secluded; she seldom
saw any of her old friends of the news
paper profession, except on the oc
casion of official functions, and even
then she usually referred them to the
president's private secretary or to
Colonel Wilson, the master of cere
monies at the White House. It is
said that this change in her disposi
tion was caused by a little incident
that was resented by the president
and herself as au unwarranted intru
sion into their private affairs, aud
caused them to take measures to pro
tect their household against any fur
ther attacks of that kind. At the same
time the article they complained of
was not only an interesting but a
truthful account of au event which
occurs daily in every well-regulated
household that is made happy by
children. A newspaper correspondent
of some fame happened to call just as
Ruth who was then a baby,
was having her morning bath.
The operation was being observed
with great pleasure by the president,
who invited his friend to join him.
The latter of course was immensely
interested in studying the demeanor
af the president of the United States,
and particularly a man of Mr. Cleve
land's character and disposition in the
midst of such a pretty domestic scene,
and afterward took the liberty to write
a description of the affair for his
paper. The public was greatly amused,
but the president and Mrs. Cleveland
were indignant. That particular cor
respondent was never received at the
White House again, and he effectually
destroyed their confidence in his pr4\
fession. \\
All over the country landowners
and others are suing paper, woodpulp
and saw mills for dumping refuse aud
waste into streams and ruining them.
Most of the suits are successful.
An export pays that getting shot
does not hurt any more than having a
tooth pulled. The dissemination of
this knowledge will not lessen the rash
to get out of the way when bullets are
flying around.
Georgia people and papers are
pluming themselves greatly upon the
fact that the new capitol of Rhode
Island is being built of Georgia
marble, in preference to all the granite
and marble of New England. It
comes from Pickens county, and is
represented to be remarkably white
white and strong.
The ingenuity that has been ex
hibited of late years in the discovery
and application of explosives for min
ing purposes has really beeu remark
able, and not less so has been the
growth of the trade in explosives dur
ilg the period of twenty years since
the English act of 1875 came into
operation, says the Trade Journals
Review. Not only has the number
of factories more than doubled, but
the number of persons employed in
them is now over 10,000, which shows
an increase of nearly 3000 even during
the last ten years.
Professor Bryce declares that the
one conspicuous failure of American
institutions is the government of our
great cities, which every intelligent
mau knows to be true. The state
limits the liberties of its cities. It
does not dare to trust them with full
autonomy. We have for years relied
upon the country vote to hold the
cities in check, but the time is soon
coming when the cities will take mat
ters into their own hands. If the
rate of growth from 1880 to 1890 con
tinues, in 1920the cities of the United
States will contain 10,000,000 more
than one-hiilf of the population. The
city will then control state and nation.
The plague continues to spread in
India, in spite of all sanitary eft'orts
for its extirpation. Its progress is
slow in comparison with most epi
demics, but it is the hardest of them
all to uproot entirely. It is several
years since the present malady started
on its course from China, and the his
tory of previous visitations justifies
the conjecture that it may have a long
road to travel. Russia's plague of
1878 hovered about the countries of
Western Asia for a decade before it
advanced northward. In 1867 it ap
peared at Bagdad; in 1870-'7l Kur
distan was invaded; and in 1873 Bag
dad suffered anew. In 1877 it appeared
at Recht, an important city of North
ern Persia, near .the port of Enseli,
from whence it was carried northward
in Caspian ships and planted in the
populous but malarious and unwhole
some deltas of the Volga. Russia did
not get rid of it for a number of years,
and stray cases of it appeared in other
European countries, to which it has
been a periodical visitor since their
history began. It may come again,
but it is not now armed with its old
terrors. • *
Disgraceful scenes have been wit
nessed more than once in American
legislative chambers, recalls the New-
York Times. Our statesmen have oc
casionally resorted to the argument j
of fists vigorously swung, aud in just j
a few instances the course of debate j
has been interrupted by the violent
insertion into it of knives and revol
vers. These lamentable facts are not
to be denied, but the humiliation they
have caused in sensitive minds is
much mitigated by the thought that !
never, even amid the agonies of"re- j
construction," did the most uncouth !
of our lawmakers display for more
than a few minutes the reckless black
guardism by which for weeks past the
members of the Austrian Reiehsrath
have shaken the foundations of the
empire and classed themselves with
savages. Democracy has its scandals,
but monarchical institutions,apparent
ly, do not develop in all who live un
der them unvarying reliance on cour
teous and legal methods as the only al
ternatives to out-and-out rebellion.
However, we should remember that the
government of the United States is an
ancient one, compared with those of
Austro-Hungary, Germany, Spain,
Italy, France, and most of the minor
Continental nations. Indue time, no
donot, the residents of Europe will
attain to our present high average of
self-control. It would not be fair to
expect as much from people to whom
constitutional rule is still only an ex
periment as from those whose fences
tors have been free for many a gen
eration, and who have l«rneu from
long experience when tv fight and
when to malt". aarli&»'.e#-4i'jr
A SONG OF HER LOVE.
There's a song of a bird in a blossoming Is tho dear little song of my love,
tree, Of red li[ is that kiss mo
And songs In wind-trebles above; Aud tenderly bless mo.
But th» *<«uig that is ever the sweetest to And arms like a necklace that clasp and ea
rn*. ress me.
Is a dear little song of her love !
Like fairy bells ringing Sing over, ye birds, to the blossoming tree
Where roses aro springing, And. winds, pipe your music above ;
Is the song of her love that my glad heart is Her brown curls aro brighter than blossoms
singing! to me.
And I'm singing a song of lior love ;
O the bird in the blossoms with melody Like fairy bells ringing
charms Where roses are springing.
And the winds sing tile blue fields above ; Is the song of her love that my glad heart is
But of rosy-red lips and two little white singing !
urms —F. L. Stanton, in Atlanta Constitution.
\ Creed and
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The Rev. Wetherby Smiles was rec
tor of St. James' and occupied a rose
embowered cottage not far from the
church. The cottage, with its atten
dant garden, was a dainty, pretty
spot, which looked as though a
woman's hand had planned and cared
for it. But no woman had anything
to do with the rectory. The Rev.
Mr. Smiles' only servant was a dod
dering old man; the rector prepared
his own meals, except when he was
invited to tea by some old lady who
pitied his lonely, indigestion-breeding
existence.
Not that the Rev. Mr. Smiles was a
woman hater, but Mr. Smiles was
very high church indeed. Unfortu
nately, St. James* and the parish and
the people were very poor. The good
people liked the Rev. Mr. Smiles and
tried to follow his suggestions upon
high church usages. But there are
people, you know, whom you couldn't
make high church with a jackscrew.
The communicants of St. James' were
mostly farmers and -small tradesmen.
The rector felt that the clergy, to be
able to give their whole time and
thought to their work, should live
lives of celibacy. He hod felt at times
a strong drawing toward some ecclesi
astical order in which such vows would
be necessary. Then he would wear
some outward sign of his vows, and
the young women of his parish would
not fall in love with him. The rector
was young and good looking; he had
been in his present pastorate six
months, and he had already had an
experience.
The young rector lived with his
books, occasionally taking a little rec
reation in the garden. The roses dis
appeared, the leaves fell and left the
clinging vines bare, aud the snow cov
ered the prim little beds in the rectory
garden. Thus a year of his pastorate
closed, and the spring drew near.
The Rev. Wetherby Smiles, from
his study window, could look across
his garden plot and see the brown
earth warming in the spring sunshine
and the trees and bushes slowly burst
ing into leaf. Nature is always most
attractive in the spring, and nature in
a thousand ways, with byd and leuf
and warming earth and wliite-tlccked
sky and sweet air, wooed liiin from
his books.
He looked across his garden, I say.
And across the garden, beyond the
low hedge, was another garden, which
in summer was full of color. He had
noticed the brilliant-lined beds the
year before, but now the only bit of
color was a pale-blue morning robe
that flitted about the iuclosure.
To tell the truth, the rector had
seldom noticed that morning gown or
the little woman inside it before. But
it pleased his fancy now to look across
the hedge and watch his neighbor.
He recalled that his old major-dorao
had told him the cottage next the par
sonage was occupied by a widowed
lady—a lonely creature who had taken
up her abode there but shortly before
the Rev. Mr. Smiles was settled over
St.Jaines'. He remembered the little
figure in black in one of the side pews,
pointed out to him by the clerk as
"Mrs. Scorritch," and probably had
not given her a thought or a glance
afterward.
However, he saw so much of the
pale-blue gown that first warm week
in spring that he looked for the little
widow iu her pew the next Sabbath.
She had laid aside her weeds and was
dressed in some soft, clinging, fawn
colored material that made lier look
like a very demure little moth. And
she liftd the sweetest face in the world
—as least, the sweetest face in the
Rev. Wetherby Smiles' world.
On Monday morning the clerical
black appeared in the rectory garden
almost as soon as the pretty morning
robe appeared over the liedgo. The
demure little face dimpled and smiled
under its garden hat at the rector's
approach, and tho widow nodded
brightly.
"You are early at your gardening
this spring, Mrs. Scorritch," he said.
"Yes; but it is so warm," she re
plied, in defense. "I am expecting
my crocuses to appear any day now."
"I'm afraid we shall see some frost
yet, Mrs. Scorritch," said the rector.
"Now, don't talk that way, I beg!"
tried the little woman, clasping her
sands, inclosed iu long-wristed and
particularly well-fitting gauntlets.
"Just suppose my crocuses should
jome up and be frost-bitten! Oh, the
;hought is too awful."
"I sincerely hope yon will not be
iisappointed, but this climate is un
jertain."
After that the young rector often
found it quite necessary for his
Health to work in his garden while the
blue gown (flitting like a butterfly from
rose tree to vine and from vine to
hedgerow) was in evidence in the
neighboring yard. Really, aft«r por
ing over musty theological tomes all
winter a man must get some freshness
>n his soul and new blood in his
aeart.
The gardening went on apace,and the
treacherous warm weather continued.
Many were the conferences held across
the hedge regarding the proper prun
ing of rose trees.the planting of hardv
Crocuses. >
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seeds and the preparation of the beds
of earth. The rector had never sus
pected there was so much detail to the
business of gardening.
One morning, just after a warm
night rain, the Rev. Mr, Smiles was
called to the hedge by a litttle cry
from his neighbor.
"They are coming!" she cried, in
delight. "See! here is the dearest
little blade of green pushing up
through the mold—aud there is another
—aud another! Just look at them!"
The rector found it necessary to
leap the hedge (he hod been some
thing of an athlete at the university,
and certainly this spring weather was
sending the blood coursing through
his veius quite like old times) aud look
at the crocus bed near to.
"They are such lovely ones," she
said, earnestly. "I don't believe you
noticed them at all last spring" (lie
pronounced maledictions upon him
self for having been so blind as to
miss so much beauty the previous sea
son), "but they will be even better
this year—if we don't have that horrid
frost you huve been prophesying."
She looked at him roguishly, and it
suddenly crossed the young rector's
mind that several yellowish-green
points of crocus blade, breaking the
damp soil, made a far prettier picture
than the finest rose bush in full bloom
which he had ever seen. It wan a
strange fact and one he had never dis
covered before.
But when he had returned to his
own lonely domain and entered his
study, he stopped and thought seri
oifdy for a minute. Then he cast his
flat-crowned ministerial hat upon the
floor with great emphasis and ex
claimed :
"It's my creed, I tell you, that a
man in orders should not marry."
Now, there was no one visib'e to
argue the question, and yet there
seemed to be argument in his own
mind, for the Rev. Wetherby Smiles
smote his palm with his clenched fist
angrily and kicked the flat-crowned
liat to the other end of the room.
For two days the rector of St. James'
rigidly stifled his interest in crocuses;
his interest in creeds, however, was
not entirely satisfying. On Sunday,
after vespers, he overtook on his way
home a little figure in a fawn-colored
gown.
"You must see my crocuses, Mr.
Smiles," she said, "l'hebtuls will be
open before Sunday."
The rector glanced gloomily at the
darkening sky and thought that prob
ably there would he a frost that night.
But ho could not long think of frost
and other unpleasant possibilities
under the skillful manipulation of his
charming little neighbor. He hesi
tated at her gate, and again crocuses
triumphed over creed. The crocuses
were flourishing finely; the creeds
took a back seat—indeed, a very un
obtrusive seat—in the rector's mem
ory.
His interest in the crocus continued
that evening to so late an hour that
his old servitor really thought he wns
not coming to supper and cleared away
the repast.
"Nevermind," said the rector,kind
ly, "I am not hungry,''anil when the
old man had doddered ott' to bed he
sat down before the opeu window of
his chamber and stared out into the
still night.
He sat there for an hour. A light
burned behind the curtain of one of
his neighbor's windows. That was
lier light he knew. Finally it dis
appeared, but he sat on, his arms
folded upon the sill, liis eyes glaring
tixedly into the darkness. Creed was
making a stroug fight for life.
It grew rapidly colder,and suddenly
the Rev. Wetherby Smiles awoke to
the discomforts of the outer man. He
shivered and drew away from the win
dow. There was no breeze and no
clouds, but au increasing chill made
hiin close the casement.
Theu he slipped on a smoking jacket
aud went to the door. There was a
light haze upon the river and a shim
mer of frost in the air.
"A bad night for the farmers and
fruit growers," he thought. Then
his miud reverted to those crocuses.
"They will be black by morning," he
said. "Too bad! and the little woman
thinks so much of them."
He hesitated a moment and then
went in again reappearing shortly
with an old mackintosh.
"Just the thiug to spread over the
bed to defend them from the frost,"
he muttered and with long strides
crossed the rectory garden aud leaped
the hedge.
Feeling a good deal like a night
prowler who had no business in the
place,he crept through his little neigh
bor's garden and approached the cro
cus bed near the porch. He started
at the slightest sound and glanced
about fearfully. Suppose anybody
should see him—one of his parishion
ers—even his major-domo! He forgot
the night was dark; it seemed to his
excited imagination that anybody pass
ing along the road could see him—
the rector of St. James'—prowling
abont beneath a lady's window!
Suddenly, just as he spread the cov
ering over the crocus bed aud was
turning hastily to flee, be heard a
sound on the porch. He started, and
his eyes became fixed upon the vision
before him. A figure, all in white,
and motionless, stood upon the lower
step.
The Rev. Wetherby Smiles was
startled, but he was not superstitious.
For some seconds, however, he stared
at the apparition before he recognized
it. Then he stepped quickly forward
aud began to make excuses in a low
voice.
".Mrs. Scorritch Lydia—l beg
your pardon, but I thought "
He got no further in his faltering
remarks. With a shuddering little
cry the figure tottered and would have
fallen to the ground had he not sprung
forward and caught her in his arms.
"Good gracious!" muttered the Rev.
Mr. Smiles, the perspiration starting
on his brow. "What a situation.
Suppose anybody should see me now.
To think of me—a clergyman—in a
woman's garden at night,holding that
woman in my arms!"
He was tempted to lay her down
upon the porch and run. But he
looked down into the little white face,
revealed by the faint sta: light. The
pale lids were drawn over the great
eyes, which he thought so glorious.
The pouting lips had not entirely lost
their redness, but the cheeks were
without color.
He looked upon her, and then did
not lay lier down and flee. Instead
he stooped lower and—lifted her more
closely against his breast and carried
his burden into the house. There
was a couch in the reception room. He
laid her down and lighted the gas. She
opened her eyes languidly and saw
him.
"I have frightened you, Lydia," he
said, stooping above her. "Really,l
had no intention, you know. I only
remembered the crocuses "
"I—l thought you were a burglar,"
she admitted. "And when I heard
your voice "
"Didn't you recognize it?" he
asked.
"You—yon had never spoken to me
in just that way before, and "
He bent lower and took her hand.
"I was only thinking of the crocuses,
Lydia," he said, which was very true.
He had quite forgotten the "creed."
Chicago Record.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
In India the natives, when a bicycle
comes along, fall down and mention
the name of the Deity.
A lady in Hirain, Me., lias cucum
ber pickles which have been in her
possession for more than forty years.
Whistling is practically unknown
among the Icelanders who regard it as
irreligious, and a violation of the
divine law.
The first forger of a Bank of
England note was Richard AVilliani
Vaughan, a linen draper of Stafford,
hanged in 1758.
Miss Florence Hudson of Baltimore,
Md., has a tooth of solid gold, with n
diamond in the centre of it. The orna
ment cost her over $l5O.
The long tails of the Shah of Per
sia's horses are dyed crimson for six
inches at the tips—a jealously guarded
privilege of the ruler and his sous.
If Chinese children do not obey
their parents, and the latter whip them
to death, the law has no punishment
for them, as obedience to parents is
me cardinal virtue.
W. T. Woodward, the Kentucky
horse breeder, is going about telling
his friends that he has been cured of
rheumatism by carrying old electric
light carbons in his pockets.
Among the many devices to assist
tho blind one of the best is a type
writer in which the keys have raised
letters and which punctuates the paper
with either letters or the dots con
tained in one of the blind alphabets.
Experiments testing the compara
tive values of salt aud fresh water in
street-sprinkling are being made in
San Francisco. It is said that salt
water does not dry so quickly as fresh,
and that it binds the dirt together, so
that there is less dust.
The people of Sharpsburg, Ky., en
gage in diverting contests on Saturday
evenings. Forty men are each sup
plied with a dozen eggs, and range
themselves in two parties, twenty on
each side. They then begin throwing
the eggs at their opponents, and at its
close they look like omelets from head
to foot.
The largest lobster that has been
seen in New Haven, Conn., in years
was on exhibition at the Tontine hotel.
The big shellfish weighed twenty-eight
pounds, and was very old. It re
posed in a dish on the office counter,
aud was kept cool by pieces of ice.
The lobster was alive, and lazily moved
its great claws.
A Virginian has invented a tree pro
tector which kills insects and worms
which try to crawl up the trunk and
eat the leaves, the new device con
sisting of a pliable receptacle to su
round the tree and hold the inse>
killing liquid, with a felt pad at
bottom to prevent insects from
ing tip between the tree and tl
tector.
Seven Feet of Hair on Mr. Lm
Mr. Legrand Larow of Lf
has a beard which perliajis
est worn by any man in
His beard is seven feet i*
has measured seven and
Mr. Larow was born
county, N. Y., iu 1852
tives are noted lor lit
not of extraordinary
G feet in height,
pounds. When st
beard down it exter
the floor. He has
20 years. He wear
and wound around
wrapped and lodgi
St Louis Qlobe I
A TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST
IN MANY WAYS.
tlow to ITelp—Alcohol Appetites—'They
Are Not Caused by Natural Cravings
But Jlesult From nn Education Which
is Abnormal and Ends in Disaster^
Yon suy you can't talk about tempernnce,
But to help it one way may bo found;
iou can closo your lips and keep them
closed
When the glass goes 'round.
If ou no time for doing
tw i ""1 mU( '' 1118 your neighbors can do;
But ltp 8i an( j by keeping them
Then wo'll'know you are true.
You say you don't think your example
Is potent for good or for harm;
But one day you may find that the lips V
which were closed
Hold a magical charm.
And wo know that the throne of the tempter
Would at onco bo hurled down ana liu
low,
If only all lips that now open would close,
And each voice would say, "No!"
—Faith Chiltern.
Alcoholic Appetites.
The desire for alcoholic stimulants is
commonly spoken of as appetite, but wo
deny that its nature is the same as the
cravings of n hungry man for food. The
latter comes alike to every healthy man 1
as one evidence of health, but the former
must have other provocation than the calls!
of nature, and it represents disease. We
do not deny that liquor cravings may come
by inheritance, but the example of a'drink
ing father gives a sufficient explanation of
the son's drink habit without touching thol
question of heredity.
Without denying the theory of hereditary
appetite, many years of observation and!
study have convinced us that we must lookj
to other causes than that for explanation!
of most of the cases of slavery to drink.
While we do not object to the expression
"drink appetite," wo insist that In most
cases the drink habit represents not a nor
mal, but an educated appetite, and, there
fore, we attack tho educators, and say tnat
such disastrous education ought to be sup
pressed.
These educators are chiefly in two classes,
viz., first, those who educate young men
into the pnth of doath for the sake of the
money that can be gained thereby, and, 1
second, the devotees of fashionable drink
ing, and tho cowards who dare not resist
or antagonize such fashion.
As to the ilrst named class, no sensible
man can believe that tho elegant saloon,
resplendent with paintings and mirrors, is
called for by the slave appetite. A jug
and tin dipper answers his claims, and he
will not even insist upou the dipper. Tho
saloon is created as nu educator, and ex
ists in that capacity. Go whore the saloon
is unknown, and the young men give llttlo
evidence of alcoholioappotite. The saloon
system is u humbug, as well as an outrage.
As to fashion as an educator into tho
drink appetite, as we have said before, it
is the worst obstacle to public sobriety and
should be held responsible accordingly.
Tho men of influence who defend it rest
under a fearful responsibility.
Let us not be deluded by tho current
sophistry about natural or inherited ap
petite for alcohol; these causes are but as
drops in tho ocean.
The causes of drink appetite are mainly
controllable, and therefore ought to be
suppressed. They have been practically
suppressed in many localities, and by pa
tient attention to duty can bo largely re
duced everywhere.—National Temperance
Advocate.
The Masses, the Boys and the Saloons.
The Lutheran Observer says: "Tho I
church will never reach the masses until it
llrst reaches the saloons." This is as true
as it is pithy and pointed. Before "the
masses" can be brought to Christ they
must be brought away from the saloons;
and tho only way to gain that point Is to
destroy the saloons. You can no more
keep tiie boys and young men out of the
licensed and legalized saloon than you can
keep flies out of an open molassos barrel on
the street In August. Close tho barrel and
roll it iuto tho collar, and then tho flies will
keep out of it. So closo tho saloons and
keep them closed, or a certain number of
your boys nnd young men aro as surely
doomed each year to be lured by them Into
u drunkard's grave and a drunkard's liell
as are flics certain to be lured to their
death by tho open molasses barrol. Sun
day-schools and young people's societies,
and V. M. C. A.'s and churohes, muy do all
they can to draw tho boys and keep them
away from the saloons, but it will bo of
little or no nvuil so long as the legalized
saloons exist. Into them tho boys will go,
despite the tears and prsyors of pareuts
and tho efforts of Christian people. How
do we know? By having watched tho drift
of things in that direction forty yoars. In
all those years u regular stream of boys
have been going out of Christian homes,
out of churches and out of Sunday-schools
into the saloons, down to drunkards'
graves, and tho samo stroam is going on
still, bigger and stronger than over. Yes,
Christian people, If you would save your
boys and reach tho masses, first reach and
close the saloons. —Religious Telescopo.
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It stimulates abnormal and vicious appo
tite.
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It stimulates the death dyed traffic iD
human virtue.
It stimulates poverty.
It stimulates disease.
It stimulates depravity.
It stimulates crime.
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