TWILIGHT. Abote the hills the sunset lies Amoni; the trees dim breezes wake; In purple dyes; The brunches shake; The sturs come out,the vales are dark| The moon come* up; faint odors sway; And, spark bv spark. And. ray on ray, A drzizied gold, the fireflies A blur of pearl, about the lake. Spill mimic stars about the park. Their little mooas the lilies lay Stars burn above. The moon abovo, Light* gleam below; The flowers beneath, Like thoughts of love Like dreams of lovo Tliev come and go. Their glamour breathe. So, oil. "my Heart. So, oh. my Soul, The thought of thee The dreams of thee Lights each dark part Make glad the whole Of life for me. Of life for me. Madison Cawein, in Saturday Evening Post. J HOW MARTHA ANN KEPT THE SABBATH. S BY ELLA VAN HEEKEREN. £ Silas Higgins stretched bis weary limbs under Marthy Ann's 200-piece quilt—tlie quilt wbicb Martby Ann's grandmother bad worked witb her own bands and which brought her fame and fortuue at the county fair nearly 50 years before; the fame con sisted in the verdict of tier neighbors that she was "a pesky smart woman," and the fortuue in a new live-dollar gold piece. But 50 years of constant exhibition and subsequent use hod brought the high and mighty counterpane down to an every-day sort of quilt, and now Silas would fain have covered his sleepy bead witb the same, aud stolen 40 winks more, but there was work in the west lot, chores about the bouse, and outside of all that Martby Ann's shrill voice was calling from the bot tom of the back stairs that it was "time be was stirring." The west lot and chores shrank into insignificance alongside of Marthy Ann's voice. "You'll find your store clothes in the company room, aud your biled shirt and clean socks in the press." This from the invisible Marthy. "Going to have company today? There's a heap of work over in the west lot that I somehow ought to get to," answered Kilns from the head of the staiis. Marthy Ann's eyes opened wide with astonishment. For the first time in their married life Silas Higgins proposed working on a Sunday, but "he shouldn't do it, uu; he shouldn't do it if she could prevent it, and it was very likely that she could." Marthy Ann's voice was awful in its solemnity, "The Lord will send down His wrath upon you and your children unto the third and fourth generation." As t ere were no heirs to misfortune or otherwise, this was a dire threat. "You'll be a byword ainoug your neighbors, working on the holy Sab bath. " She was now the visible Mai thy, for mounting the stairs she stood in the bediv om door, in one hand a fork,in the other a dish towel,while righteous in ligaation showed forth in every gesture. Silas beat a hasty retreat by putting his head into a bowl of water. Splash, splash! "Ueckon 1 must have slept kinder hard, Marthy Ann," splash, splash, "list all count on the days u d thought it was a Saturday," splash, splash. Marthy Ann retreated somewhat mollified, but on the fourth step she turned back to announce that the "biu'ou was done to a turn an 1 the coffee biled." All during breakfast Silas was very quiet. "it do beat all how a man can get so turned 'bout," he said. "Reckon we'll have to buy one of th-jni new fangled calendars over at Hick's store." "No need of them Bort of things round here, Silas Higgins. All the calendar that's wanted is the work done regular like. 'Pears you've got no faith in my reckoning." Silas had ail faith imaginable, and hastened to inform her of the fact, while be offered his best team togo to meeting. "The i arson's laid up with rhen miticks," replied Marthy, "I saw the doctor driving over yonder yester day, ami he reckoned the parson wouldn't get to preach in a fortnight. There conies Pete now; wonder what's bringing hiui over here!'' By this time Pete lia.l opened the kitchen door on a c;ack, thrusting his frowsy head, and presently his whole body, into the narrow space. "I say!" lie began,at the same time describing n circle with his bare toes on the floor. "Xo. pa says will yer loan him a team; there is a lienp of hay wants hauling, and he celkerlates on some rain 'fore long." "Law sakes!" said Marthy Ann, be fore Silas could speak; "what's hap peued to the men folks! Guess your ma don't know of such doings! Yer go straight home and tell yer pa we'll not lend a band to such wickedness and evil ways. He's cut his wisdom teeth, I re.'kon, a good time past, and ought to bo knowing better. Now you can give him that message straight." Pete stayed only long enough to take a good stare at Mrs. Higgins, then lost no time in leaving her au gust presence. A few handsprings and a couple of somersaults brought him rapidly to his destination; there he was not long in stirring up the fam ily wrath by delivering his message in a decidedly graphic and effic'ent man ner. The little Browns declared they'd "get oven," and getting even with the Browns meant a surplus on their side. Meanwhile, in happy ignorance of what the future heid in store, Silas sat conteute lly smoking his pipe on the front porch. After the dishes had been washed and putin their place, Marthy Ann joire I him, bringing her Bible. To be sure, she was no great bandtoiead, particularly aloud, for Silas coriected her pronunciation, and if Marthy Ann bad any weakness it was to be at all times and in a!I places right; but today, realizing that there was much evil influence abroad, she felt it incumbent upon her to read some good, wholesome truths to Silas, and try to keep him in the narrow path. She had just flnisned the ten com mandments, laying particular stress on keeping the Sabbath day holy, when a carryall came lumbering along the road, filled to overflowing with the youth and beauty from the village. They were so happy among themselves, singing the popular airs with such that they passed the two on the porch unnoticed. "Some folks thinks the Lord's laid up with the rheumiticks," Martha groaned, "along with the parson; but they'll find themselves mistook. It's no decent folks that'll be having their acquaintance. I've lived nigh onto '2O years 'bout these parts,and I never seed such goings on." Marthy Ann took good pains to wnit for their return, and planted herself by the gate. As they neared t lie lionse Josh Bliukly reined in his horses. "Afternoon, Mrs. Higgins; nico weathe 1 ',only the dust is sinotheiiug." Martha held herself rigid, not a muscle moved, while Josh, in a dilem ma at her strange behavior, hid his confusion under a pretense of flecking the fl es oil' of old Charley's ba"k. There was a giggle from the ba k seat which proved too much for Mar thy Ann. "Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy," was all she said, but she turned her back on the wayward sin ners, an I marched straight up the path and into the house, leaving Josh to whip up his horses and drive on. "I'm awfully sorry for Silas," said the offending giggler; "it do seem that Marthy Anu Higgins gets more cranky every day." Mrs. Silas Higgins was noted for miles round for having the snowiest linen on the line. "Give it a good sunning," she said, "get your wash out early, and don't be in a hurry fet.-hing it iu." So on tho following morning, true to her principles, she was up lietimes, got her breakfast out of the way; se :ding Silas off half an hour earlier than usual, then getting the tubs out on the back porch, set to work. It was with great satisfaction that she viewed her snowy ah: ets as they swayed I tick and forth iu the soft sum-, mer bieeze, and thought within her self that Mrs. Brow n wi uldu't yet be through her breakfast dishes. She had nearly finished starching Silas' shirt when a sudden sound made her drop the pie-eon the ground. "For the land's sake! there goes the meeting house bell; whit's up now, I wonder? I've a great miud to run over to Deacon White's and see if they know." But a look at the work still on hand determined her to remain at home,and she went on deft ly pinning the shirts seam to seam and the towels lapping. At dinner she questioned Silas as to the bells, but he hadn't heard them, aud guessed she was dreaming; still to satisfy he;' he'd drive down to the vil lage and inquire. "i'ou might fetch up that barrel of flour from the statiou as yo.i come buck, and just leave this bundle at Widow Jones'." So Silas harnessed Bobbin to the « art, and, takiu ? from the top peg iu the hall his old straw hat, he started on his errand. As Marthy Ann was passing a win dow in the hall on her way upstairs to "tidy up a bit," she was s'artled by the strange appearance of her wash, and, hurrying down, was still more surprised, for in the place of her linen hung great squares of white paper bearing this inscription: "Keep the Sabbath l ay Holey." "Humph!" she ejacu'ated, "some people are small." And tearing down tho offending placards she replaced the clothes which had been thrown in a heap to one side. If she had looked close, she would have found a fresh gap in the hedge which divided the Browns' ficrm from theirs. "I've had more scares than enough today," she thought as she sat down to her darning. "Whatever makes the folks stop at our gate uud stare, 1 don't know. Lord deliver me from company on a Monday." Just then there came a knock at the front door, and Marthy Ann's heart failed; still she could rise to any occa sion, and she did so now, letting her visitor in none too graciously. It was Deacon White, dressed in his meeting clothes and carrying his Bible under his arm. Putting his silk hat under the chair, he sat down by Marthy's side. . "I reckon you'll not mind if I go ou with my work," said Marthy Ann, breaking off the cotton with her teeth; "there's a heap to do somehow today and a big wash. Your folks through?" "Sitter Higgins," answered tha deacon, aud his voice was almost ]•- thetic, "let us pray!" aud down went , the good man ou his knees, first spending bis baudana handkerchief on tbe floor. Possibly Mavthv Ann's spit it re belled against putting down the un finished darn, but she followed the deacon's lead, vigorously emphasizing her "Aniens' as he praved for those who broke the sauctity of the Sabbath. As they rose from their knees tbe deacon took her hands. ".Sister Higgins, you've been reck oned one of the elect rouud hero since you experienced change of heart, and I'm powerful glad that you feel you're a sinner " Marthy Ann siepped back and stat ed at her visiter in amazement. "I eaculate on doing my duty, dea con; there's some mighty black sheep iu the fold that need looking aftet more than me." The deacon shook his head sadly. Here was a flagrant case, needing all his eloquence to bring the erring sin ner home. "I'll not say but you're a good wife aud keep Silas Higgins' home in order; but, sister, it would be better to put off your work till another day,and not do washing on a Sab'iath, neglecting the me eting andsetting a bad example to " "The Habbath!" interrupted Mai thy Ann. "This ain't no Habbatli! Didn't I wash on a Monday last week? Latidy me, deacon, I didn't! I washed a Sat urday, thinking Sarah Brig's would be over. She didn't come, so I went on regular like; aud so this is the lioly Sabbath, and me profaning it like that!" And "down she went all in a heap," as the deacon expressed it afterward. Just then Silas caiue up the road, his liat pushed down over his eyes. There was no barrel in liis cart,aud the bundle for Widow ,Ti nis still lay be side him on the seat As he came up the path he halted in front of the washing which hung dazzlingly white before his eyes. Yes, anyone could see that wash a mile oft", a fact of which lie was wont to be vevy proud, but today hewishel it was black, no, green, any color tliau white; he put out his hands to remove the offending sheets, hut ha')itf was strong, and glancing hastily at the house, lie re placed the clothespins nnd walked on. Marthy Ann never looked up as he came iu, but sat still with her he id between her hands. For the first time in many years Silas felt himself grow ing bigger, more self-assured, digni fied. It was an awful temptation to tell Marthy Ann that it was all her fault, and that she was the one who had made him turn a Saturday into a Sunday, nnd a Sunday into a Monday, but he didn't. He only walked over to where she sat aud stooping down, kissed her, while the deacon slipped out the back door. There now hangs in the Higgins' parlor, right where the light falls well ou it, a highly decorated but very useful ealendur.—Good House keeping. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. An Oswego (N*. Y.) man, Ephraira Latulip, is the latest one to claim that he has re-discovered the lost art of hardening coppe*. He says lie can make it as tough as steel, so that it will hold and carry an edge lis keen as u razor. His brother ip the man who made a cannon of rawhide. A fine specimen of Albino deer was shot by Oliver Wiiyte of Boston, while on a trip with three in the Schoodic region of lakes about one hundred miles from Bangor. The animal was almost eutirely white, weighed about two hundred pounds and the autlers were the Itng ;st of any seen iu that region l>y the local guides. An industrious California wood pecker stored liltiO acorns in a section of tree measuring four feet in length and thirty-four inches iu diameter. The tree grew iu a viueyard in Oak ville, Napa county, aud each a -orn fitted so neatly iu the hole that the farmer who found them wondered whether the bird made the holes to tit the acorns or selected the latter to fit the holes. 'f wo churches posse<s trees growing within their walls. One is at Boss, the other at Ko:npsev, in Worcester, England. The latter tree is well de veloped, and grows from the tomb of Sir Kdmund Wilde, which stands ou the left siiie of the chancel. Another straugo growth is to be seen at Clym nog, a small village in Carnarvonshire. Ou tlio north side of the New Inn, the gatehouse attached to Plus-y-bryu, the summer home of a member of Par liament, a large tree grows, having no visible connection with the earth. It springs out of > the wall above the kitchen door, its roots being firmly embedded in the building. The native inhabitants of the Malay peninsula and several of the Indian tribes of our own < oiintrv never per mit their hair to be cut The hair of chiefs of the Crow tribes grew to a length of ten feet. The men of the Latookas, one of the Africau tribes, never cut their hair, hut allowing it to grow, weave it into most wonder ful shapes. The thick, crisp wool is woveu with fine twine made from the bark of a tree until it represents a network of felt. As the hair grows it is subjected to tbe same pio.'ess and trained into the shape of a helmet. A rim about two inches deep is formed, and the front part of this hair helmet is protected by a piece of polished copper, while a piece of the same metal, shaped like the half of a bish op's mitre, and about one foot in length, forms the crest. The helmet is then adorned with numerous vari colored beads. Areola, 111., with a population of less than 3000, leads the world in tb° broom corn industrv. DR. TALMAGES SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. .Subject: Victories of Peace—The Many IMenslngs For Which We hliould lie Thankful—Machinery Uaa Lightened Burdens—God Sent the Wheel. fCopyright, LOUIH Klopscli. 18JS.) WASHINGTON, D. C.—This discourse of Dr. Talmage is a sermon of prep«ratlon for the national observance and iu au unusual way calls for the gratitude of the people; the text, Ezekiel x., 13, "As for the wheels, it was cried unto them iu My hearing, O wheel!" The last Thursdny of the eleventh month, by proclamation or President aud Gover nors, is observed In thanksgiving for temporal mercies. With what spirit shall we enter upon it? For nearly a year an i a half this nation has been celebrating the triumpli of the sword and gun aud bat tery. We have sung martial air* und cheered returning heroes and sounded the requiem for the slain in battle. Metliinks it will be a healthful change If tills 'l'hnuks giving week. In church and liom-stead, we celebrate the victories of peace, for noth ing was done at Santiago or Manila that was of more importance than that which in the last year has been done lu farmer's lleid aud mechanic's shop and author's study by those who never wore an epaulet or shot a Spanluvd or went a hundred miles from their own doorsill. And now I call your attention to the wheel of the text. Man, a small speck in the universe, was set down iu a big world, high mountains rising before him, deep seas arresting his pathway and wild beasts capable of his destruction, yet he was to conquer. It could not be by physical force, for com pare his arm with the ox's lioru and the elephant's tusk, and how weak he Is! It could not be by physical speed, for com pare him to the antelope's toot and ptar migan's wing, and how slow ho Is! It could not be by physical capacity to soar or plunge, for the condor beats lilra iu one direction and the porpoise In the other. Vet ho was to conquer the world. Two eyes, two linnds ami two feet were insuffi cient. He must be re-enforced, so God sent the wheel. Twenty-two times is the wheel men tioned In tho Bible, sometimes, as in Ezekiel, illustrating providential move ment; sometimes, as iu the Psalms, crush ing the bnd; sometimes, as in Judges, rep resenting God's charioted progress. The wheel that started iu Exodus rolls on through Proverbs, through Isalti", through Jeremiah, through Daniel, through Nairn in, through tho ceuturies, all the time gather ing momentum and splendor, until, seeing what It has done for the world's progress and happiness, we clap our hands in thanks giving and employ the apostrophe of the text, crying, "O wheel!" I call on you In tills Thanksgiving week to praise God for the triumphs of machin ery, which have revolutionized the world and multiplied Its attractions. Even para dise, though very picturesque, must have been comparatively dull, hardly anything going on* no agriculture needed, for tho harvest was spontaneous; no architecture required, for thev slept under the trees; no manufacturer's loom necessary for the weaving of apparel, for the fashions were exceedingly simple. To dress the garden could not have required ten minutes a day. Having nothing to do, they got into mis chief and ruined themselves and the race. It wu< a sail thing to he turned o:it of par adise, but, once turned out, a benellcent thing to be compelled to work. To help man up and ou God sent the wheel. If turned ahead, the rnee advances; if turned back, the race retreats. To arouse your gratitude and exalt your praise I would show you what the wheel lias done for the domestic world, for the agricultural world, for the traveling world, for the literary world. "As for the wheels, it was cried unto them iu my bearing, O wheel!" In domestic life the wheel has wrought revolution. Behold the sewing machine! It lias shattered the housewife's bondage aud prolonged woman's life and added immeas urable advantages. The needle for ages had punctured tho eyes nnd pierced the side and made terrible massacre. To pre pare the garments of the whole household iu the spring for summer and in the au fumu for winter was an exhausting pro cess. "Stitch, stitch, stitch!" Thomas Hood set it to poetry, but millions of per sons have found it agonizing prose. Slaiu by the sword, we buried the liero with the "Dead March" In "Saul" and flags at half mast. Slain by the needle, no one knew it but the household that watched her health giving way. The winter after that the children were ragged and cold and hungry or In the almshouse. The baud that wielded the needle had forgotten Its cunning. Soul and body had parted at the seam. The thimble hud dropped from the palsied linger. The thread of life had snapped and let a suffering human life drop luto the grave The spool was all un wound. Her sepulcher was digged not with sexton's spade, but with a sharper anil shorter implement—a needle. Federal and Confederate dead have ornamented graves nt Arlington Heights and Richmond and Gettysburg, thousands by thousands, but it will take the archangel's trumpet to find tho million graves of the vaster army of women needle slain. Besides all tho sewing done for the house hold at home, there are hundreds of thou sands of sowing women. The tragedy of the needle is the tragedy of hunger aud cold and Insult and homo-sickness aud sui cide —live acts. But I hear the rush of a wheel, woman puts on the baud and adjusts the Instru ment, puts her foot on the treadle nnd be gins. Before the whir aud rattle pleurisies, consumptions, headaches, bnckaches, heartaches, are routed. The needle, once an oppressive tyrant, becomes a cheerful slave—roll nnd rumble and roar until the family wordrobo Is gathered, and winter is defied, nud summer is welcomed, aud the ardors and severities of the seasons are overcome; winding the bobbing, threading the shuttle, tucking, quilting, ruffling, cording, embroidering, under-braiding set to music; lock stitch, twisted loop stitch, crocket stitch, a fascinating ingenuity. No wonder that at some of the learned institutions; like the New Jersey Stnto Normal school, und Female Insti tute, nnd Eltnlra Female college, acquaint ance with the sewing machine Is a requisi tion, a young lady not being considered educated until she understands It. Winter is coming on, nnd tlie household must be warmly clad. "The Last Hose of Summer" will sound better played oil a sowing ma chine than on a piano. Boil ou, O wheel of the sewing mnchine, until the last shackled woman of toil shall be emanci pated! 801l on! Secondly, I look into tho agricultural world to see what tho wheel has accom plished. Look nt the stalks of wheat nnd oats, the one bread for man, the other bread for horses. Cont off and with a cradle made out of live or six flngors of wood and one of sharp steel, the harvester went across tho field, stroke after stroke, porsplratlon rolling down forehead aud cheek and chest, head bllst'red bvthe con suming sun and lip parched by the merci less August air, nt noon the workmen lying half deud under tbe trees. One uf my most painful boyhood memories Is that of my father In harvast time reeling from ex haustion over the doorstep, too tired to ent, pale and fainting as he sat down. Tne grain brought to the barn, the sheaves wero unbound and spread on a threshing floor, and two men with flails stood oppo site each other, hour after hour aud day after duv, pounding the wheat out of the stalk. Two strokes, and then a cessatlou of sound. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump! Pouuded once aud then turned over to be pounded again, slow, very slow. Tbe hens cackled aud clucked liy the door and picked up the loose grains and the horses half asleep aud dozing over the mungers where the hay had been. Can you Imagine nnytbing more beauti ful than the seu Island cotton? I take up the unmelted snow in my liand. How beau tiful it is! But do you know by what pains taking and tedious toll It passed into any thing like practicality? If you examined that cotton, you would find it full of seeds It was a severe process by which the seed was to be extracted from the liber. Vast populations were ieuving the South be cause they could not make any living out of this product. One pound of green seod cotton was all that a man could prepare in one day, but Eli Whltpey, a Massachusetts Yankee, woke up, got a handful of cotton and weut to constructing u wheel for the parting of the liber and the seed. Teeth on cylinders, brushes on cylinders, wheels on wheel*. South Carolina gave him $50,000 for his invention, and, instead of one man taking a whole day to prepare a pound of csttou for the market, now he may prepare three hundredweight, and the South Is enriched, and the commerce of the world is revolutionized, and over 8,- 000,000 bales of cotton were prepared tills year, enough to keep ut worn in this coun try 14,300,000 spindles, employing 270,000 hands aud enlisting of capital. Thank you. Ell Whitney, aud L. 8. Chi chester, of New York, his successor. Above all, thank God for their inventive geuius, that has done so much for the prosperity of the world. Thirdly, I look to see what the wheel has done for the traveling world. No one can tell how many noble and self sacrificing iuveutors have been crushed between the coach wheel and the modern locomotive, between the paddle and the ocean steamer. I will not enter into the controversy as to whether John Fitch or Robert Fulton or Thomas Somerset was the inven tor of the steamboat. They all suf fered and were martyrs of the wheel, and they shall be honored. John Fitch wrote: "The 21st of January, 1713, was the fatal time of bringing me Into existence. I know of nothing so perplexing and vexatious to a man of feeling as a turbulent wife and steamboat building. I experienced the former aud quit lu season, aud had I been in my right senses 1 should undoubtedly hnve treated the latter In the same man ner; but, for one man to bo teased with both, he must be looked upon as the most unfortunate man in the world." See the train move out of one of our great depots for a thousand-mile jour neyl All aboard! Tickets clipped and baggage checked and porters attentive to every want, under tunnels dripping with dampness that never saw the light; along ledges where an iucli oil the track would be the difference between a hundred men living and a huudred dead, full head of steam aud two men in the locomotive charged with all the responsibility of whistle and Westinghouse broke. Clank! clank! go the wheels. Clank! clank! echo the rocks. Small villages only hear the thunder and see the whirlwind as the train shoots past, a city on the wing. Thrilling, startling, mbllme, magnlllcent spectacle— a rail train in lightning proci slon. While the world has been rolling on the eight wheels of the rail enr or the four wheels or the carriage or the two wheels of tile gig it was not until IS7G, at the Cen tennial Exposition nt Philadelphia that the miracle of the nineteenth century rolled iu—the bicycle. The world could not believe Its own eyes, and not until quite far on iu the eighties were the continents enchanted with the whirling, flashing, dominating spectacle of a machine that was to do so much for the pleasure, the business, the health and the profit of nations. TUe world had needed It for 6,000 years. Fourthly, I look into the literary world and see what the wheel has accomplished. I am more astounded with this than any thing that has preceded. Behold the al most miraculous printing press! Do you not feel the ground shake with the ma chinery or the New York, Brooklyn, Boston, Philadelphia, Washington, and Western dailies? Somo of us remember wlieu the hand ink roller was run over the cylinder, and by great haste 800 copies of the village newspaper were issued in one day and no lives lost. But invention lias crowded in vention and wheel jostled wheel, stereo typing, eleclrotyping, taking their places, Benjamin Franklin's press giving way to the Lord Stanhope press, and the Wash ington press and the Victory press and the lloe perfecting press have been set up. Together with the newspapers coincs the publication of innumerable books of his tory, of poetry, of romance, of art, of travel, of biography, of religion, diction aries, encyclopedias aud Bibles. Some of these presses send forth the most accursed stuff, but the good predominates. Turn on with wider sweep and greater velocity, O wheel—wheel of light, wheel of civiliza tion, wheel of Christianity, wheel of divine momentum! On those four wheels—that of the sewing machine, that of the reaper, thnt of the railroad locomotive, that of the printing press—the world has moved up to its pres ent prosperity. Aud now I gutlier on an imaginary plat form, as I literally did when I ii.eached in Brooklyn, specimens of our American [iroducts. Here Is corn from the West, a foretaste of the great harvest that Is to come down to our seaboard, enough for ourselves and for foreign shipment. Here is rice from the South, never a more beautiful product grown on the planet, mingling the gold and green. Here are two sheaves, a sheaf of North ern wheat and a sheaf of Southern rice, bound together. May the band never break! Here Is cotton, the wealthiest product of America. Here is sugar cane, enough to sweeten tile beverages of an em pire. Who would think that out of such a humble stalk there would come such a luscious product? Here are palmetto trees that have In their pulses the warmth of southern climes. Here Is the cactus of the South, so beauti ful and so tempting it must go armed. Here are the products of Ameriean mines. This is Iron, this is coal, the iron repre senting a vast yield, our country sending fortli one year 800,000 tons of it, the coal representing ISO.OOO square miles of It.the iron prying out the coal, the coal smelting the iron. This is silver, silver from Colorado and Nevada, those places able yet to yield silver napkin rings and silver knives and silver casters and silver platters for all our people. Here is mica from the quarries of New Hampshire. How boautirul it looks lu the sunlight! Here is copper from Lako Su perior, so heavy 1 dare not lift it. Here is gold from Virginia and Gecrgia. I look around me on this imaginary plat form, and It seems as if the waves of agri cultural, inineriilogicul, pomoiogical wealth dash to the platform, and there are four beautiful beings thnt walk In, and they are all garlanded. One is garlanded with wheat and blos soms of suow, and I find she is the North. Another comes in.and her brow Is gar landed with rice and blossoms of magnolia, niul I find she is the South. Another comes In, nnd I find she Is gar landed with seaweed and blossoms of spray, nnd 1 find she is the East. Another comes in.and I find she Is gar landed with silk of corn and radiant with California gold, and I find she Is the West. Comiug face to face, they take of! their garlands, and they twist them together luto somethiug that looks llko a wreath, but It Is a wheel, the wheel of national prosperity, nnd I say In nn outburst of Thanksgiving joy for what God has done for the North and the South and the East aud the West, "Oh wheel!" At different times iu Europe they have tried to get u congress of Ulugs at Berlin or at Paris or at St. Petersburg, but it has ulways been a failure. Only a few king 9 hnve come on. But on this imaginary platform that I have built we have a convention of all the kings—King Corn, King Cotton, King Rice, King Wheat, Klug Oats, King Iron, King Coal, King Silver, King Gold—and they nil bow tiefo.e the King of kings, to whom be all the glory of this year's wonderful uroductlonl THE GREAT DESTROYER. SOME STARTLINC FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. The Xmlependeut Man—A Ht'chlevom »nd Immoral Decision—Rail In Law, Dart In Logic—Too Much Symimthi Shown to Drunkards. I stand before you, one and all, To sound aloud the temperance cull, Aud picture to you, tf I can. The retil independent man— The independent uiant lie neither smokes, nor drinks, nor c'uv,»> The glass he (Irmly oan refuse; He lives not under terror's ban; He is an Independent man— An Independent mun. By living right he garners health He makes good friends aud gathers we iltli, The charms of nature he can scan With joy, this independent man— This independent man. He counts his home a place of rest; Hh wife and children are the best; No drunken temper mars the plan Of this the independent man Our independent man! The tempter finds him all prepared; His good right arm Is ever bared. To victory he leads the van, This very independent man— This independent man. Drunkard* and Crime. One of the mo9t mlsohlcvous aud immoral decisions ever pronounced In a court W re ported irom Philadelphia, where a judge nits declared that drunkenness is a compe tent defense against tho charge of embez zlement. The particular ouse which gave rise to this amazing dictum was that of a man who had taken the collections he had made for tho tlrm by whioh he was em ploye.! and spent them on liquor. More rational in his sober moments than the judge, he had admitted his crime and I'leaded guilty. Hut the court ordered him to withdraw the plea and to enter one ol not guilty, and then said: "Where a Arm intrusts with money a person whom it had reason to suspect ol intemperate habits, and he do»s not appro priate the money of his own use or maks oft with it otherwise than to indulge In the gratification of his habit, employers must understand that It is extremely doubtful whether the crime of embezzlement can bo made out under such clroumstances." Bad lu law, bad in logic, bad In morals is the none too sweeping condemnation which the wholly iudefenslble opinion calls for. The law has always been that drunken ness is no eicuse for any crime, and so far as we know it has never been seriously dis puted. A sentimental plea of palliation is sometimes putin for tlie druutard who is continually receiving an undeserved sym pathy, when what he needs most Is disci pline and puulshtnent. But this Is quite a different matter from absolving him en tirely. As for the logic, the judge contradicts himself by an utterly impossible distinc tion. He admits the definition of embaz zlemen; when he speaks of the appropria tion of another's money for one's owa use, and theu says that embezzlement is not embezzlement if the embezzled funds are devoted to the particular use of purchas ing whisky to gratify a worse than beastly habit. If, then, the embezzler will begin operations by goiug about with a whisky breath and will celebrate his crime by a glorious drunk his escape from the peni tentiary Is assured. Morally the decision Is an outrage which should come us a shook to the oommunlty in which It was rendered. If it were gen erally followed In principle and the drunk ard were considered absolutely Irresponsi ble there is 110 qrime whtoli he might not commit with impunity. He should have no such encouragement, but should behold rather to a greater accountability than has over been demanded of him. One great defect of the temperance crusade hitherto has been that it has given him its tears and d:rcctel Its hatred, scorn and indignation against the saloonkeeper. We are not con cerned with the latter's defense, but the coddling of drunkards Is a grievous and fatal mistake. It puts them in a mood to excuse themselves and to calculate on further ludulgence. No oue appreciates so shrewdly as they the tendency of the pleasing doctrine that they are not re sponsible. We speak for countless thousands of suffering families, for distracted, despair ing women, for shamed and hopeless chil dren wheu we say that tho drunkard should bo judged us strictly for his offenses as though he had never tasted a drop Of liquor. He Is to a great eitent the prod uct of that misplaced sympathy which re laxes the ordinary rules of human conduct in his favor and substitutes a petition for a command which should ring out with all the authority of tho deoalogue.—E.lltorlal In the Chicago Times-Herald. The I.nn-1 of Steady Habits* Connecticut's direct drink bill, ns Judge Edgar M. Warner, of Putnam, told the National Prlsbn Association, In session in Hartford, is 4210.000. That is the cost of prosecuting and jailing the public drunk ards, at nu average of $lO per head for each of 2000 arrested monthly. Just how to loss«n this burden of the sober man, Judge Warnor said ho did not know. He was satisfied, however, that the treatment the drunkard receives does not sober Inm, nor protect the sober part of sooietv. There is no attempt whatever at the reformation of the drunkard or the petty offender. no classification of jail prisoners, no educa tion, and no trade schools for them, and little or no moral instruction. More than seventy-flvo per cent, of the Inmates of the jails are drunkards. They 'lire washed and well fed. get little, If any, work to do, aud society does not even think that they will be reformed. llrllisli Army's Motto. "Watch and bo Sober," Is the motto of the Br tlsh Army Temperance Association, which lias a membership of 23,000 men in the service In India,which means orm-thir,'. of the white troops thora aud U,OOO In the home service, inciudlug the British Isles, Australia, Canada and the West Indies', The Crusade In Brief. The only safe courso Is to let liquor en tirely aloue. Drinking whisky never helped a man on the road to Heaven, nor added to the com forts of his home. Thirty-two Mayor 3 of English provincial town 9 are sold to have signed the pledge of total übstlnence. If wo had a million pens everyone of tliem would write: "Train the children to banish the drink lleud." Moderate drinking puts one In the way of all the seductive forces of temptation that center in the saloon. Startling testimony in regard to the adulteration of wines aud liquors was given bofore the Senate Committee on Manufactures. It is estimated that in England one iu every 1000 per9on9 Is arrested for drunk enness and lined and Imprisoned. The Young People's Temperance Federa tion has started a movement looking to ward establishing ooffee-houses as sub stitutes for saloons iu all parts of Chicago Dr. Margaret A. Stewart, ona of - lo? woman doctors who have bee- Ing lately, says that more wo have become druukards dr years. The application oft to the drink curse ha How much suffering r upon the Innocent means Is beyond coi
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