THE TYRANT BREAD-AND-BUTTER.
Ah, yes, old friend, I'd gladly spend How glad the hue of softest blue
A peaceful time together, Which fills the sky above us.
To idly walk and read and talk How fair tiie scene of restful green;
And love the world and weather. Ab, sure the gods must love us.
Hut faith, my dear, see who comes here The bright springtime,the summer s prime,
To mook at all we utter; The fall with leaves a-tiutter,
1 take this blow, I humbly go— The winter s birth—yes. all the earth
What he commauds, that must be so— Is beautiful, but beauty H worth
For he is Bread-and-Butter. Is naught to Bread-and-Butter.
I haste along to join the throng Alas ! sweet art, that we must part,
Who slave at book and barrow— But so decrees the tyrant.
"Your par lou, pray, you're In my way} Ambition rest, nor beat your breast,
This walk is rather narrow. For you're a vain aspirant. . ,
What! you resist? By foot and flst, Love, go your way. Quick, quick, obey .
Good sir, go seek the gutter!" 'Tis treason that you mutter
'Tis rude. 1 know, but men are so. Why, what are you that claims n due
And give each other blow for blow, Against the power all grovel to-
Impelled by Bread-and-Butter. The tyrant Bread-aud-Butter r
—Edmund Vance, in the Chautauqua.
A Jt.Ji.Jt.Jt- A A AAAA AAA A_
J A FIGHT WITH CONSCIENCE. 5
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Story of an Impressionable Youth and a Trained Nurse.
4 >
iBY JOHN FORBEB.
W . W »i, U II M II II
Harolil Western had been ill for
four weeks with typhoid fever, and
was now only a shadow of his real
->elf, subject to nervous starts and
chills, aud with just strength enough
:o turn in bed.
It was in the chill hours of early
lawn that he woke with a start and
missed the familiar figure that had
haunted his bedside for so long—a
olue and white figure with kind, quiet
lace above it and cool, helpful hands
that always did just the right thiug.
"Nurse," he called, faintly, and a
moment more brought the day nurse
from the next room. Her blue aud
white uniform was gone and her stiff
white cap. In their place she wore a
soft wrapper, aud her hair was plaited
in a heaw braid that hung below her
waist. She turned up the gas, drew
a low stool to the bedside and sat
down.
"The night nnrse has gone," she
began, quietly. "You are so much
better we thought I could manage
■done. You have slept nearly all night,
Mr. Western, and now I shall get you
your milk, and you will goto sleep
again."
He followed her lazily with his eyes
while she lighted the alcohol lamp
*ud put the porringer of milk over it.
Then she sat down on a chair, her
head dropped ou her breast and she
slept soundly for five minutes, waking
when the mdk was hot as easily as
though she were some sort of machine
adjusted to rest just so long.
"So there were two of you," he
sa : d, as she came forward with the
mill;.
She sat down on the stool by the
bedside, holding the drinking tube to
bis mouth. This action brought her
juite close, and he noted, as he drank,
the soft sheen of her hair, the delicate
curve of her cheek, the loug lashes
shielding her eyes, the firm, s.\veet
mouth and the strong white bauds that
were ministering to his needs.
"You are Nurso Dimple," he said,
as he finished. "I don't remember
tbe other one."
She showed two dimples as she an
swered, "Yes, that is what you have
called me ever since I came. My
name is Wade—Emily Wade."
"I like my name best," ho an
swered.
"Very well, but now you are togo
to sleep."
But tbe patient was not so easily
disposed of.
"Nurse Dimple," he began as she
turned away, "do patients ever re
member what they said and did when
they were delirious?"
"I don't know," she answered. "If
they do they never spoke to me of it.
I hope tbey do not, for most of them
would feel ashamed of themselves if
they did."
"You meant that for me, and you
know I remember that I insisted on
your calling me Harold or I wouldn't
take my medicine or my nourishment.
And you did it, too." And he
laughed weakly at the remembrance.
"I shall call you something worse
than your Christian name if you talk
any more. Goto sleep. And she
passe l her hands over his forehead
until drowsiness overcame him.
The next two weeks were very hazy
to the young man and consisted of
long naps with, occasional irritating
calls to drink gruel or milk.
At last came a morning when the
fog cleared from his brain and he
woke refreshed. Before him stood
the nurse in a fresh blue and white
dress aud a snowy cap above her soft
brown hair.
"A whole egg this time, Mr. West
ern, and you look as though you could
take it."
He took his «gg and asked meekly
if he might be allowed to talk and was
granted ten minutes. After he had
learned the day of the week aud mouth
he asl:e 1 > u Ulenly:
"Did that night nurse ever come
back, or have you taken care of me
alone all this time?"
"Not quite nlone," she answered.
"Your sister, Mis. Allbright, sits
wi h you every other afternoon, and
Miss Violet Grant takes the alternate
day. She sits in the dressing room
and rings the bell if you stir. She
is too shy to run the risk of your wak
ing and finding her here. She has
brought a bunch of these violets
every morning early and inquired for
you."
"She is a little wood violet herself,"
he exclaimed, gallantly. "But you,
Nurse Dimple, are a very rose for
freshness this morning. I prefei
roses."
"Spare your compliments, Mr. West
ern. You are getting to > well to be
allowed to talk nonsense."
"l'ts, lam better, thauks to your
care," he said, soberly; "but if I atn
not to be allowed to say what I think
and feel toward you I shall wish my-
self back into the days of weakness
and delirium, when I made you do
what I wished."
"Your ten minutes are up, Mr. West
ern," Miss Wade said,a little sharply,
and she set about tidying up the loom
with unnecessary swiftness.
I Harold continued to gain each day, ,
and, seeing that direct lovemaking :
was distasteful to bis nurse, and that
more careful advances must be made,
he turned to studying her likes and
dislikes, talking over books with her
and getting her to read passages from
his or her favorites. Thus a very real
and pleasant friendship sprung up be
tween them.
But Miss Wade could not help see- |
ing fhat the lad was growing to love
her, and many long hours at night she
debated the question with herself.
Harold was much younger than Miss
Wade, very handsome and would soon
be very rich. It was a temptation to
the woman who knew ]uat what the
world had to offer her.
She had nursed eight years aud
knew that two more were about as
many as the average nurse could do.
Then would come some offer to become
matron of an orphan asylum or soiue
similar position, or else she would be
obliged to hunt for a chance as com
panion to some nervous ciauk or old
person. It was not a tempting future
to look forward to, and here before
her was ease if she would take it.
The thought of Violet Grant always
intruded just as she had made up her
mind that she would encotirnge Har
old's lovemaking. "I am afraid she
loves him," was the thought that
closed all soliloquies.
Little Violet Grant, with her shy
tribute of flowers, her patient waiting
in the little dressing room and her
eager questions about Harold's wel
fare. It brought Harold's thoughts to
a troubled pause, too, whenever he
was allowing himself a day dream
about Miss Wade. He aud Violet had
been schoolmates, and he admired
her shy, sweet ways aud had given
her many reasons to think she was
dear to him, though he had never di
rectly proposed to her.
"But, oh, dear," he would sigh,
"she is just as I said, a violet, while
my Nurse Dimple is a full-blown rose.
I wish she wouldn't bring those con
founded flowers."
Miss Violet was in love in her own
way with Miss Wade, too, considering
her the savior of the boy she loved so
tenderly; the twelve years between
them made the nurse seem an impos
sible rival. She chatted with her
quite freely one afternoon telling her
how pleased Bhe was that Harold
would be dressed and on the veranda
in a day or two. "I owe you so much,
Miss Wade," she finished, with a
| pretty blush aud eyes full of tears.
Miss Wade went up to her own room
1 with hot cheeks. "And you planned
j to rob her," she scolded at her reflec
tion in the glass. "Well, that's over,
you mercenary wretch," aud with the
same firm expression she wore when
controlling a delirious patient she
went downstairs.
Harold was asleep when she came
: into the room, and lie looked boyish.
' even with a six weeks' growth of silky
i beard on his chin. "W'hat a fool I
was to think the boy could be happy
with me or wouldn't hate me in a
i year," she thought and laughed griin
ly.
The next day Harold was well
enough to be dressed and wheeled out
!on the veranda. It was a June morn
ing, and Violet Grant came up the path
with her arms full of roses.
"I overheard you say yon liked
roses better than violets, Harold," she
said, simply, "aud, oh, lam so glad
to see you getting well."
Harold took both her hands and
pressed them warmly, reddening sud
denly with something like shame.
Miss Wade came out just then with
a magazine in her hand and declared
she would have to read them a story,
else they would talk too much for her
patient's good. So Violet produced a
bit of embroidery, and Harold leaned
lack luxuriously in his chair aud
quietly studied the two before him.
Violet was small and very fair, with
faiutly pink cheeks which blushed eas
ily and prettily, aud big blue eyes that
had never lost their baby expression
of depth and innocence. Her hands
were very small aud slender and
handled her embroidery floss as
though meant for such work only.
She wore a pale pii k muslin that
floated about her softly,makiug it seem
as though she perched on her chaii
like a butterfly. One tiny pointed
toe tapped the floor as she rocked
back and forth. The big blue eve?
sought Harold's and smiled frauklj
and happily, while the color deepened
in her cheeks.
Harold answered the smile and
turned embarrassed toward the reader
In ber he saw a face and fignre we
often describe as comfortable, And to
Buch we turn instinctively in time of
distress of any kind, but at other times
fail to admire.
"How big she is 'side of Violet,"
thought Harold, "and how much older
sbe seems out here in the sunlight
than she did when I was sick. Why,
she must be 30. What a fool I was!"
And he turned once more toward the
girl of 18 with a love glituce that seut
the blushes racing over her Bweet face.
At the close of the story Miss Wade
went into make an eggnog,and Violet
lose to go.
"I shall be 21 next week," said
Harold, "and then I shall have some
thing to toll you Violet, ray \iolet,"
i lie whispered, as she gave him her
hand. "I promised father I wouldn't
engage myself till I was 21, but I
didn't, promise not to love any one.
Do yon love me, Violet?"
"I'll tell yon next week," she an
swered, with a laugh, and ran away,
blushing.—Chicago Record.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
It is a common experience among
mountain climbers to And butterflies
lying frozen on the snow and so brit
tle that they break unless they are
very carefully handled. Buch frozen
butterflies on being taken to a warmer
climate recover themselves and fly
| away. Six species of butterflies liave
; been found within a few hundred mile?
I of the North Pole.
Whales' teeth form the coinage ol
the Fiji Islands. They are painted
white and red, the red teeth being
worth about twenty times as much as
the white. The native carries his
wealth round his neck, the red and
white of his coinage forming a bril
| liaut contrast to his black skin. A
common and curious sight iu the Fiji
Islands is a newly married wife pre
senting her husband with a dowry of
whales' teeth.
William Smith, who was released a
few days ago from tlie state peniten
tiary iu Colorado where he had served
a two-year term for obtaining money
; under false pretences, found a rather
interesting reception awaiting him out
-1 side of the prison gates, where he was
j immediately arrested on a charge of
| larceny. This offence was committed
j before he had served his two-yeai
1 term. On account of the poor health
! of the prisoner Judge Palmer exer
j cised great lenity iu sentencing him.
i The deputy sheriff marched him to the
| county jail, where he was sentenced
| to languish for a term of one minute.
, An interesting antiquarian discov-
I ery is reported off the tast coast, at
' Saudlemere, England. During the
last low tides the elib has been assisted
; by persistent favorable winds to such
! an extent that large tracts of coast
have been left bare and cleared of
shingle, so as to expose the peat for
observation, with the result that the
! habitat of an old-world colony of lake
dwellers has been revealed. The old
piles are standing, and the rongh
hewu tree-trunks of the platform are
still there, showing the tool marks and
evidences of morticing and jointing.
Another colony of lake-dwellers is
known to have existed near by.
Probably what was the most unique
' celebration ever given a home-coming
soldier from tlio Philippines occurred
'at Mul vane, Kan. Private E. W.
Philipps of Company H, Tenth Penn
sylvania, had written home from the
; Philippines that he would give a
' mouth's salary for a piece of mother's
| pie. He said all the other boys in his
! regiment were in the same fix. .Tust
before Philipps reached Mulvaue the
; women of the town joiued together
and cooked a pie six feet in length
and four feet wide. It was placed on
a table iu the centre of the opera house
and all the people iu town gathered to
meet the returning soldier. The con
' dition was made that he eat the whole
; pie that night. He had no trouble in
fulfilling it and called for more.
A Soldier's Victory.
"I tell you," shouted the old gen
-1 tlemau, "I'll not give my consent,
j I'm not the man to buy a pig in
a poke or decide a case after
hearing but one side of it. I don't
believe he was ever a soldier or ever
saw a battle iu his life. I don't care
! so much for that, but it's the false
j pretences. I'm a veteran and I know
a soldier when I see him. I'll give
him marching orders the next time he
calls."
"But, papa, see how straight he
walks and what a trim figure he has.
Aud he has told me about lots of
battles."
"Bosh! There haven't been lots of
battles since he was big enough to
tight. I tell you he's a false alarm.
I'll trap him yet. I'll bet a house
and lot that he can't go through the
mauual of arms."
"But he cau. He took a cane and
showed me the whole thing. It was
just grand."
"What in creation do you know
about it? Yon couldn't tell the dif
ference between a 'right shoulder,
shift," and a 'double quick.' Did ho
enlist from Detroit?
"No. Chicago."
"Oh, of course, some big city where
it would take time to look him up.
He's a fraud."
"Do listen, papa. He knows all
about you grand army people, and
says that you're the finest, bravest,
most intelligent military men that
ever kept step to fife Had drum. He
likes beanß aud eolfee for cold lunch,
and every night he was here he turned
the lights out at 10 just from force of
habit."
"No! And he said that about us
veterans, hey? Well, I'll have a talk
with your mother."—Deu-wi Fr»»
Presf.
DB. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: The Water Brooks—Tlie Gospel
01' ltefreftliinent Shows How We May
Klude the Bounds or Trouble ami
Safely Ueach the Lake of Divine Solace.
[Copyrlffbt, Louis Klopscli. 189#.1
WASHINGTON, D. C. —The Gospel as a
great refreshment Is here sot forth by Dr.
Talraago, under a figure which will bo
fouQd particularly graphic by those who
have gone out ns hunters to Mud game In
the mountains; test, Psalm xlil., 1, "As the
hart panteth after the water brooks."
David, wlio must some time have seon a
deer hunt, points us here to a hunted stag
making tor the water. The fascinating ani
mal, called in my text the hart, Is the same
nnlinul that in sacred and profane litera
ture is called the stag, the roebuck, the
hind, the gazelle, tho reindeer. In central
Syria In Bible times there wero whole pas
ture fields o( them, as Solomon suggests
when he says,"l charge you by the hinds
of tho field." Their antlers jutted from
the long grass as they lay down. No hunter
who has been long in "John Brown's tract"
will wonder that in the Bible they wero
classed among clean animals, for the dews,
the showers, the lakes, washed them as
clean as the sky. Wlien Isaac, the patri
arch, longed for venison, Esau shot and
brought homo a roebuck. Isaiah compares
the spriglitlluess of the restored cripple of
millennial times to the long and quick
jump of the stag, saying, "The lame shall
leap as the hart." Solomon expressed his
disgust at a hunter who, having shot a
deer, is too lazy to cook it, saying, "The
slothful man roasteth not that which he
took In hunting."
But one day David, while far from the
homo from which ho had been driven and
silting near the mouth of a lonely cave
where he had lodged and on the bank 9 of
a pond or river, hears a pack of hounds In
swift pursuit. Became or the previous
silenco of the forest the clangor startles
him, and lie says to himself, "I woniler
what those dogs are after." Then there Is
a crackling in the bru3lnvood and the loud
breathing of some ru-shlug wonder of the
woods, and the antlers of a deer renil tho
leaves of til* thicket, and by an instinct
which all hunters recognize it plunges into
a pond or lake or river to cool its thirst
and at the same time, by its capacity for
swifter and longer swimming, to get away
from the foaming harriers.
David says to himself: "Aha! That is
myself! Saul after me, Absalom after me,
enemies without number after me. lam
chased, their bloody muzzles at my heels,
bat-kin; at my good name, barking after
my body, barking after my suul. Oh, the
lion lids, the hounds! Hut look there!"
snvs David, "That hunted deer has splashed
' into the water. It i uts its hot lips and
nostrils Into the cool wave that washes the
! lathered flank», and it swims away from
! I lie llerv canines, and It is free nc lust.
1 Oh, that I might llnd in the deep, wide
lake of God's mercv and co solution es
cape from my pursuers! Oh, for the
waters of life and rescue! As the hart
panteth after the water brooks, so panteth
luv soul after thee, O God!"
Some of you have just come from the
I Adirondack?, and tile breath of the balsam
i and spruce and pine is still on yon. The
! A'liroudncks are now populous with
hunters, and the deer are being slain by
the score. Once while ther • talking with a
hunter I thought I would like to see
whether my text was accurate In its allu
sion, and as I heard the dogs baying a lit
tle way off and supposed they wero on the
track of a deer I said to the hunter in rough
corduroy, "Do the deer always make for
tho water when they are pursued?" Ho
said: "Oh,yes, mister! You see, they are
a hot and thirsty animal, and they kuow
| where tho water is, and when they hear
i danger in the distance they lift their ant
! lers and snuff the breeze and start for Ruc
! quet or Loon or Saranac, and we get into
I our cedar shell bont or stand by tho runway
; with rifle loaded ready to blaze away."
My friends, that is one reason why I like
j the Bible so much. Its allusions are so
true to nature. Its partridges are real part
ridges, Its ostriches real ostriches and its
I reindeer real reindeer. Ido not won-
I der that this antlered glory of tho text
makes tho hunter's eye sparkle and Ills
! cheek glow and his respiration qulekeu, to
] say nothing of its usefulness, although It Is
tho most useful of all game, Its llesh deli
cious, its skin turned into human apparel,
! its sinews fashioned into bow strings, its
j iintiers putting handles on cutlery and
the shavings of Its horns used as a restora
tive, its name taken from the hart and
called hartshorn. By putting aslilo its
usefulness this enchanting creature seems
: made out of gracefulness and elasticity.
What ail eye, with a liquid brightness as It'
gathered lip from a hundred lakes at sun
: set! The horns a coronal branching Into
every possible curve, and, after It seems
done, ascending Into other projections of
exquUlteness, a tree of polished bono, up
| lifted in pride or swung down for awful
i combat! It is velocity embodied, timidity
' impersonated, tho enchantment of the
woods, eye lustrous In life and pathetic In
death, the splendid animal a complete
rhythm of muscle and bone and color and
attitude and locomotion, whether couched
in the grass among the shudows or a living
bolt shot through tho forest or turning at
bay to attack the hounds or rearing for Its
last fall under the buckshot of the trapper.
It is u splendid appeaiauee, that tho
painter's pencil fails to sketch, and only a
hunter's uream on a pillow of hemlocks at
the foot of St. Itegis is able to picture.
When twenty miles from any settlement,
It comes down at eventide to the lake's
I edge to drink among the lilypads, and,
with its sharp-edged hoof, shatters the
crystal of Long lake, It is very picturesque.
But only when after miles of pursuit, with
heaving sides and boiling tongue and eyes
swimming in death, the stag leaps from
cliff to cliff into Upper Sarnnac can you re
nlize how much David had suffered from
his troubles and how much he wanted God
when he expressed himself in the words,
"As the hart panteth after the water
brooks, so panteth my soul after Thee, O
God."
Well, now, let nil those who have coming
after them the lean hounds of poverty or
the black hounds of persecution or the
spotted hounds of vicissitude or tho pale
bounds of death or who are In any wise
fiursued run to the wide, deep glorious
ako of divine solace and rescue. The
most of the men nnd women whom I hap-
Een to know, at different times, it not now,
ave had trouble after them, sharp
muzzled troubles, swift troubles, all de
vouring troubles. Many of you have
made the mistake of trying to fight them.
Somebody moanly nttacked you, and you
uttucked them. They depreciated you, anil
you depreciated them, or they overreached
you in a bargain, and you tried, in Wall
street parlance, to get a corner on them.
Or you have liad a bereavement, and in
stead ot being submissive yon nre fighting
that bereavement. You chnrge on the doc
tors who have failed to effect a cure, or
you charge on the carelessness of the rail
road company through which the accident
occurred. Or you are a chronic invalid,
and you iret and worry nnd scold nnd won
der why you cannot be well like other peo
ple, and you angrily charge on tho neu
ralgia or the laryngitis or the ague or the
sick headache. The fact Is you are a deer
at bay. Instead of running to the waters
of divine consolntlon nnd slaking your
thirst and cooling your body nnd soul in
the good cheer of the gospel and swim
ming away into tlie mighty deeps of God' 9
love, you are fighting a whole kennel of
barriers.
Some time ago I saw in the Adlrondacks
a dog lying across the road, and he seemed
unable to get up, aud I said to some hunt
ers, "What Is tho matter with that dog?"
They answered. "A deer hurt him," and I
saw ho had a great swolleu paw and a bat
l tered bead, showing where the antlers
struck lilm. And the probability la t'm"
some of you might give a mighty clip tc
vour pursuers. You might damage tueli
business, you might worry them Into 11.
health, you might hurt them as mucli
as they hurt you; but, after all, it 1?
not worth while. You only have hurt a
Louud. Bettor be off for the Upper Sara
nuc, Into which the mountains of God's
eternal strength look down and moor thell
shadows. As for your physical disorders,
the worst strychnlno you can take is fret
fulness, and the best medicine is religion.
I know people who were only a little dis
ordered, yet have iretted themselves Intc
complete valetudinarianism, while others
put their trust In God and came up from
the very shadow of death and have llvod
comfortably twenty-live years with only
one lung. A man with one lung, but God
with him, is hotter off than a godless man
with two lungs. Some of you have been
for a long time sailing around Cape Feai
when yon ought to have been sailing
around Cape Good Hope. Do not turn
bnck, but go ahead. The doer will accom
plish more with Its swift feet than with Its
horns.
There are whole chains of lakes in the
Adlrondacks, and from one height you nan
see thirty lakes, and there are said tc be
over 800 In the great wilderness. So near
are they to each oth2r that your mountain
guide picks up and carries the boat from
lake to lake, the small distance between
them for that reason called /a "carry."
Aud the realm of God's word is ono loni?
chain of bright, refreshing lakes, each
promise a lake, and a very short carry be
tween them, and, though for ages the
pursued have beeu drinking out of them,
they are full up to the top of the green
banks, and the same David describes them,
aud they seem so near together that in
three different places he speaks of them
as a continuous river, saying, "There Is a
river the streams whereof shall make glad
the city of God." "Thou Shalt make tliera
drink of the rivers of thy pleasures;"
"Thou greatly enrlchest It w th tho river
of God, which is full of water."
But many of you have turned your back
on that supply and confronted your troub
le, and you are soured with your circum
stances, and you are lighting society, aud
you are lighting a pursuing world, and
troubles, Instead of driving you iuto the
cool lake of heavenly comfort, have made
you stop aud turn round aud lower your
head, and it is simply antler against tooth.
Ido not blame you. Probably under the
same circumstances I would have done
worse. But you are all wrong. You need
to do as the reindeer does In February and
March—lt sheds Its horns. The R ibblnlcal
writers allude to this resignation of antlers
by the stag when they say of a man who
ventures his money In risky enterprises he
has huug it on tho stag's horns, and a pro
vAb In the far east tells a man who has
foolishly lost his fortune togo aud Ilnd
where the deer has shed his horns. My
brother, quit the nntagonism of your cir
cumstances, quit misanthropy, quit com
plaint, quit pltchlug Into your pursuer. Be
us wise as next 9prlng will bo tho deer of
the Adlrondacks. Shod your horns.
But very many of you who are wronged
of tho world—and if In any assembly be
tween the Atlantic, and Pacific oceans it
were asked that all who had beeu badly
treated should raise both their hands, aud
full response should be made, there would
bo twice as many hands lifted as persons
present—l say many of you would declare,
"We have always done tho best we could
nnd tried to be useful, nnd why we became
the victims of mallgnmout or invalidism or
mishap Is inscrutable." Why, do you not
know that tho finer a deer and tho more
elegant Its proportions and the more
beautiful Its beuriag the moro anxious tho
huuters and the hounds aro to capture it?
Had that roebuck a ragged fur and
broken hoofs nnd an obliterated eye and a
limping gait the huuters would have said:
"Pshaw! Don't let us waste our ammuni
tion 011 a slclt deer."» And tho hounds
would have given a few sniffs of tho tracks
and then darted off in another direction
for better game. But whou they see a deer
with antlers lifted in mighty challenge to
t arln and sky, and tho sleek hido looks as
if It had beeu smoothed by Invisible hands,
and the fat sides inclose tho richest past
ure that could bo nibbled from tho bnnk of
rills so clear they scorn to have dropped
out of heaven, and the stamp of Its foot de
fies the jack shooting lantern and tlie rifle,
tlie horn aud the bouud, that deer they will
have If they must needs break their neck
in the rapids. So if there were no noble
stuff in your make up, If you were a bi
furcated nothing, if you were a for
lorn failure, you would be allowed to
go undisturbed, but the fact that tho
whole pack is in full cry after you is proof
positive that you are splendid game aud
worth capturing. Therefore sarcasm
draws on you its "finest bead;" therefore
the world goes gunning for you with its
best Winchester breechloader. Highest
compliment is it to your talent or your
virtue or your usefulness. You will be as
sailed in proportion to your great achieve
ments. The best aud tho mightiest Being
the world ever saw had set after htm all
the hounds, terrestrial and diabolic, and
they lapped his blood after the Calvarean
massacre. The world paid nothing to Its
Redeemer but a bramble, four spikes and a
crosß.
But what is a relief for all thee pursued
of trouble and annoyance and pain aud be
reavement? My text gives It to you in a
word of three letters, but each letter Is a
chariot if vou would triumph, or a throno
if you want to be crowned, or a lake if you
would slako your thirst—yea, a chain of
throe lakes—Q-o-d, tho one for whom
David longed and the one whom David
found. You might as well meet 11 stag
which, after its sixth mile of running at
tho topmost speed through thicket and
gorgo and with tho breath of tlie dogs
on his heels, has come in full sight of
Schroon lake and try to cool its projecting
and blistered tongue with a drop of dew
from a blade of grass as to attempt to
satisfy an immortal soul, when flying from
trouble and sin, with anything less deep
aud high and broad anil Immense and in
-11 alto and eternal than God. Ills comfort
—why, it embosoms all distress. His arm
—it wrenches off all bondage. His hand—
it wipes away all tears. Ilis Christly
atonement—it makes us all right with the
past, and all right with the future, and all
right with God, and all right with man; and
all right forever.
Oh, when some of you get there it will be
like what a hunter tells of when ho was
pushing his canoe far up north In the win
ter and amid the ice flues and a hundred
miles, us he thought, from uuy other
humau beings. He was startled one day
ns he heard a stepping on the Ice, and ho
cocked the ride, ready to meet anything
that came near. He found a man, bare
footed and Insano from long exposure,
approachiug him. Taking him Into his
canoe and klndliug fires to warm him,
he restored him, found out whore he
had lived aud took him to his home
aud found all the village in great excite
ment. A hundred men wore searching for
this lost inau, nnd his family and frlonSs
rqshed out to meet him, aud, as had been
agreed at his first appearance, bolls wero
rung and guns were dischxrged nnd ban
quets spread and the rescuer loaded with
presents. Well, when some of you 9tep
out of this wilderness, where you have been
chilled and torn and sometimes lost amid
the Icebergs, into the warm greetings of
all the villages of the glorified, and your
friends rush out to give you welcoming
ki-s, the news that there is an
other soul forever saved will call
the caterers of heaven to spreud the
banquet and the bellmen to lay hold of the
rope in the tower, and while the chalices
click nt the feast aud the bolls clang from
the turrets it will be a scono so uplifting I
prny God I may be there to take part in
the celestial merriment. And now do you
not think tho prayer In Solomon's Song
where he compared Christ to a reindeer In
the night would make an exquisitely ap
propriate peroration to my sermon, "Until
the day break and the shadows flee away
be thou like a roe or a young hart upon
the mountains of Bether?"
A TEMPERANCE COLUMN.
THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST
IN MANY WAYS.
k Warning-—The State of Immorality
That Prevail* In Our Large Cities li a
Blot on Our Clvllliatlou— Rum Slay*
More Than All Onr War*.
O heart of youth, I would beseech
While days are fair and bright;
Heed well the truth, I fain would teach
And save your lives from blight.
Retuso the wine of ruddy glow.
For poison lies within.
A serpent lurks its waves below,
At last it bites—like sin.
Refuse the cider's tempting snare-
Deceitful, treacherous thing!
Its amber holds an arrow there,
And deadly is its sting.
Refuse the beer, whose foaming cui>
Hides bitterness below.
In pain and poverty they sup,
Who drain Its dregs of woe.
Spurn brandy, whisky, rum and gin.
To tempters, answer NOl
Refuse the drinks that lead to sin;
Refuse the ways of woe.
Be pure and good! Be strong and brave
Make lite a noble thing.
Look up to llvel Look down to save!
Be each in soul a king!
Thus gladly chose the better part,
And choosing bo at rest.
The promise to the pure lu heart,
Shall keep you safe and blest.
Our Plague Infested Cities.
The immoral oondltion of our great cities
Is a blot on our civilization. The saloon
runs the caucus, names the candidate, robs
the public, and spits on the law, writes
John G. Woolley, in the Voloe. I read an
interview with a New York millionaire the
other day, in which he emphasized the fact
that nearly all the men of affairs, success
ful business men, auil men in professional
1 lite In our great cities, were boys that came
: from the farm or were reared in the small
town. He lamented the fact that rich men's
1 sons reared In the city seldom amounted to
I much. And he wondered why. Well, If
the poor old innocent does not know, I'll
; tell him why. It is because the moral tone
I of our great cities Is so low, vice is so open,
so alluring, so tempting; the saloons, with
j the gaming-table In the rear and the scarlet
woman upstairs, are so numerous, that it
is almost impossible to raise a boy In the
city without sending him to hell. God pity
j the tempted boy that walks the streets ol
I an American city after the fall of night,
| War has slain Its thousand'; rum has slaiD
1 Its tens of thousands. Cut the usual esti
mate in two, and it would require one hun
dred whole trains, ten cars long, with sixty
dead bodies in every car, to carry the re
mains. It would make a funeral proces
' slon, hearse following hearse, from Detroit
to Dubuque, and All a trench with dead
! bodies, end to end, sixty-eight miles long.
Is Run by Women.
This is the way a Star staff correspondent
iells of his experience lu Beattle, Kan., on
| a day when the thermometer was way up
in the shade:
"Nearest glass of beer," I inquired of a
sad looking man on the station platform.
Ho grinned and pointed to a sign up the
street which said, "saloon."
"Closed by order of the mayor."
"What's the trouble?"
"Trouble!" repeated another sad-faced
man. "Lord, that Isn't the name for ft!"
| "We've got a lady mayor, lady council
and lady clerk. The>'re running things.
This town is gtflng to the devil."
I Afterward, when I met Mayor Elizabeth
! Totten, she tolil me that this man was mis
taken. The town had been going to the
i devil up to April 4. But praise the Lcrd,
since that date she thought it bad been
going the other way.
Greatest Curse of the World.
Bishop Galloway's message to the Ep
wortb League on the drink traffic was as
follows: "My creed Is mental suasion for th"
man who, drinking, can think, moral
suasion for the drinking man who does not
| think, and jail suasion for the trafficker of
! liquor. No law enforces itsolf. We may lash
ourselves into fury, we may shout and
j preach, but the good Is lost when wo stay
away from the polls. We must demand the
snforcement of the laws. Let citizens of
, every color, race,politics and creed unite in
the efTcrt against the saloon. Let usunite to
| secure, not only the enthronement, but the
snforcement of the law that will save the
! youth of the country from the greatest
jurse of the world."
The Savage and the Civilized.
j A deputation of native chiefs in British
West Africa called on the Governor the
1 other day to ask him to prohibit the deadly
gin traffic. And the Governor In a labored
j argument proved to them that the gin
I traffic was a "vested Interest" in which
mauy of hi» fellow subjects In England had
i smbarked much wealth. Of course, under
iuch circumstances, the gin trade must be
treated with circumspection, even it it did
demoralize and ruin thousands of tho na
tives In West Africa. Now, that was the
answer those chiefs got. They represent
ed barbarism; tho English Government
stood nobly for civilization.—Springfield
(Mass.) Republican.
The Rcoiioinic Aspects.
j Rev. Dr. Newell Dwight Hlllls, a suc
cessor to Henry Ward Beecher, In his book,
I "A Man's Value to Society," says:
"Statistics reckon the average man's
1 value at S6OO a year. Each worker In
' wood. Iron or brass stands for an engine or
Industrial plant worth 410,000, pro lucing
at six per cent., an Income of S6OO. Tho
de ith ot the average workman, therefore.
Is equivalent to the destruction of a 510,000
mill or engine. The economic loss through
the non-productivity of 20,000 drunkards
Is equal to one Chicago Are Involving twe
hundred millions."
Drink and Pauperism.
The New Voice has been gathering some
/aluable statistics on this point. To tho
i paupers of the various almshouses
throughout the United States circulars
were sent asking for statistics and facts;
616 officials having In charge 33,245 paup
ers, of these 7091, or twenty-one per cent,
were made paupers through Intoxicating
drink. As there are some 73,045 paupers
lu all the almshouses ot the country, It Is
fair to assume that the numbers In the
almshouses there through drink Is 37.254,
to support whom the public are heavily
taxed.
The Crusade In Itrief.
The saloon deforms and damns.
If you wish to keep out of debt keep out
of the saloon.
The way to prevent drunkenness is to de
stroy the cause.
Men aro drunkards because boys ara
tempted to drink.
Every true patriot will hit the drink evil
whenever he gets a chance.
It we had a million tongues, we would
cry: "Save the children from the curse ol
alcohol."
When the churches tackle tte drink
problem in real earnest It will soon iind a
solution.
Drinking whisky never helped a man ot>
the road to heaven, nor added to the oom'
forts of his home.
If we bad a million pens every on* ot
them would write: "Train the ohlldren to
banish the drink fiend." ,
Aro you satisfied that temperance work
Is God's work? Then go ahead and do It,
leaving the result to Him.