Tha eaetus towers, straight and tall, Through fallow fields of chaparral; And here and there, in paths apart, A dusky peon guides bis cart. And yokes of oxen journey slow, In Mexico. And oft some distant tinkling tells Of muleteers, with wagon bells, That jangle sweet across the maize, And green agave .-talks that raise liich spiros of blossoms, row on rovr, In Mexico. Upon the whitened city walls The golden sunshine softly falls on urchways set with orange trees, Dp paven courts and balconies. Whore tralliug vines toss to and fro, In Mexico. And patient little donkeys fare With laden saddle bags, and beir Through narrow ways quaint water jars, Wreathed round with waxen lily stars', And scarlet poppy buds that blow, In Mexico. THE DESPERADO. ► A TRUE STORY. p j BY CY WARMAN. Jfr The slanting shafts of the setting pun glanced along the level pools anil gilded the ripples aud shimmering shoals of the quiet river—the Green river—that lay along the edge of the Adobe desert, like a baud of braid at the bottom of a woman's skirt. A momeut later the red sun dropped be hind the Wahsatch mountains,and the day was snuft'ed out like a caudle. Suddenly, now, a great bla.'k cloud shoved its shoulders up over the hills behind which the sun sauk. With majestic swiftness it lifted its head, spread out its dark wings, shadowed the waste and filled the wild canyons with awful gloom. Far out toward the foothills the unshod feet of a mountain cavuse were beating the hard face of the desert, urged on by the cruel spurs of his pitiless master. For more than six hours the horse aud rider had been simmering iu the sum mer sun, and now they welcomed the shadows, ducked their heads and dived iu under the cloud; th ? horse eager for the cool, and the rider for the cover of night. Across the desert another rider is urging his steed of sieel, his pilot pointing into the storm-swept night. In a darkened day-coach, behind the little locomotive, a Uuited States mar shal and his deputies sit staring at the storm into which the daring driver is about to plunge. Now the rain begins to • upon the windows. A moment later is falling furiously,roaring upon the foof of the cab and blurring the head light. The iron horse and the cayuse are running neck and neck now. Both riders know that they are nearing the river, and so slacken their speed. As tha cayuse comes to the water's edge he braces his feel and stops short. The rider's first impulse is to dis mount, abaudou his horse and find the railroad bridge, which he knows must be near at hand, but glancing back he sees the light of the locomo tive and change H his mind. Just over the river stauds Green River station, with its water-tank, where the iron horse will stop to drink. If the lone rider can reach the station before the train leaves he can leave the country which ho does not like. As the locomotive conies nosing cautiously up the bridge the horseman drives his spurs into the cayuse, aud the foaming animal plunges into the roaring river. The swift current car ries him downstream, and the engine's headlight shines full upon him as he is swept under the bridge. Beyond the bridge the engine is stopped,and the occupants of the dark oar come out to look for the mau and horse. Long before they reach the river bank below the bridge, however, the little cayuse has touched laud, leaped upou the level bank aud gal loped up to the station. While the men were still searching for him along the river, the weary traveler learned from the agent that the regular train had passed, that the traiu at the bridge was a special, that it would not bo likely to stop at the tank, and if it did it would not take passengers. And so, being weary and not wish ing to be seen, the traveler tethered his tired horse at the rear of the hotel, ee med a room and retired. Presently the key began calling the agent at Greeu River, and when he hearkened it told him of a trogedy that had occurred at Coyote on the nioruing of that day. A lone desper ado had taken the town, robbed thfe station, killed the operator (who was the agent also), stolen u horse and es caped. A special with a United States marshal had gone dowu the road to "look for the murderer. The descrip tion that the new operator had gotten from the frightened people led the agent at Green River to believe that the desperado had beeu there but a moment before. Wheu the suecial pulled up to the station and stopped, the ageut told the marshal of the ar rival of the stranger. "That's our man,"said the marshal, and he immediately surrounded the little wooden hotel, which was called the Palmer House. Then, having se cured the number of the stranger's room, the marshal aud one of his men went up. They tried the door; it was locked. They knocked, aud the man said, "Come in." The marshal suid he could not, aud asked the occupant of the room to come out; and the man answered, "Wait till I get my boots 011," for he loathed to die half-dressed. Suddenly the door flew open,andtlie hunted mau leaped into the hall. Before the marshal or his deputy could raise a hand, the desperate man began unload icß a couple of rapid tiring, six IN MEXICO In liquid syllables, the cries Of far fruit vend"*» faintly ri-e; Aud under thick palmetto shades. And down cool-covered colonnades, The tides of tralTlu gently flow, In Mexico. When twilight falls more near and clear The tender southern skies appear, And down green slopes of blooming lines Come cascades ot cathedral chimes; And prayerful figures worship low, In Mexico. A land of luteg and witching tones; Of silver onvx, opal stones; A lazy land, wherein all seems Enchanted into endless dreams; And never any need to know, In Mexico. Of life's unquiet, swift advance; 15ut slipped iuto such gracious trance, The restless world speeds on. unfelt, Unheeded, as by those who dwelt In olden ages, lonu ago, In Mexico. —F. .aleen Stein, in Kansas City Journal. shooters in the narrow hallway. The two officers retreated, for the first shot had jarred the hanging hall lamp omt and left them in tli9 dark. Covered by his own smoke, the desperado fol lowed the men down the stairs, and before he had been missed he was al ready over the back feu e mounting his horse. The horse was shot down by one of the posse, and the desperado was compelled to foot it. Leaving the desert lands, he headed for the cauyou, and at dawn rested where the trail touched the Green liver. Here he found a brush hut, a sheepherder and a rude rowboat on the banks of the swollen stream. "Ferry me over," said tli.> stranger, as the shepherd came yawning from his hut. "Not for your fleece, my buck sheep,"said the boatmsva; "you river's dangerous." "So's this," sai.l the man, flourish ing his firearms. "Ferry me over P. D. Q. ' When the boat had reached the mid dle of the wild river the desperado brought his gun out again and ordered the boatman to head her downstream, pointing out the way with his loaded revolver. The terrified sheepman tried to tell the fugitive that the river was impassable, even at low water—that a little way down the Grand joined the Greeu, and the two, forming the Colo rado, went leaping, plunging, boiling and churning through the Cataract Canvou, through which (the Indians said) no white man had passed and lived. The huutei man only smiled and twirled his pistol. The two men would dash through wild cataracts, over white foaming falls, and the next hour their frail boat would be drifting sileut'y between the softly shaded walls that gave back, in echo, the faintest ripple of water, or the almost whispered words, few though they were,that passed between the two voyagers. Suddenly they found themselves in the canyon, driving down the raging stream, (ioing over falls the boat was driven against a boulder near the shore. So violent hud been the shock that both men were cast upou a shelf in the curve of the river unhnrt. The walls lie e rose thousands of feet almost perpendicularly. As the river touched the wall above aud belo.v there was 110 escape. Tbe little resting place on which the two men found themselves was filled with drift wood. Hangiug to the ro:k that had wrecked them was a long rope that had been in the boat; this the desper ado fished out. "We'll build a raft," said the out law. He niutle the sheepman carry cellar logs, limbless and scari e.l,cross ties and pieces of bridge timber that had drifted for hundreds of miles down the mad river,and were guawed like the hitching post in front of a country church. When he had lashed a lot of these together be told the sheepman to got aboard, and the sheepman said he'd die first. "All right," said the smiling villain, and the wild report of his revolver filled the canyon,and went on and out through side canyons, thundering its echoes back to the two men there in the awful gorge. The bullet whirred past the shepherd's ear. Once more on the breast of the boiling stream the men, now on the rude raft, were temptiug fate. They lay flat down, hanging to t!>e ropes, sometimes beneath, sometimes far above the mad torrent; leaping from the crest of high falls, shooting rapids and capering over awful cataracts. At the end of an hour they emerged from the narrow canyon and entered a long stretch of deep green water, slowly moving, sun-kissed and quiet. So still seemed the beautiful river that they were obliged to take markers on the shore to see if they really moved. Far away, at the end of the stretch of peaceful water, the river seeded to end. Across its path a wall rose, red and high. The water, running over, and flov.ing down the face of the cliff, had streaked and striped the red saudstone until it looked in the sun light like a beautiful piece of tapestry, and the desperado called it Tapestry Wall, and so it has been called ever since. The river, however, did not end here. Swinging iu a long, graceful curve, growing swifter anil swifter, it sucked into a narrow pass and became a raging, frothing cataract. For some moments they saw noth ing and heard ouly the awful tumult of the boiling river, and then with a slam the raft hung upon a big rock that split tbe current near tbe middle of tbe stream. Wbeu tlie shepherd had wiped the spray from his eyes he saw that he was alone. The force of tlie shock bad thrown his companion into tbe water. He had lauded, and now came limping along tbe bank of the river. Tbe desperado smiled out over the foam at the helpless shepherd, who be gan to hope that the fellow would shoot liim nud eud the awful suspense, but tbe fearless outlaw did nothing of the sort. To tho shepherd's amaze ment, tbe man on shore—safe and free from the mad river—began to undress. When be bad stacked bis wet garments on a rock be walked a few rods along tlie bank and plunged iu. Midway between tbe rock and tiie shore there was n whirlpool—a suck-hole, as the shepherd said—and it was to avoid this that the mnu bad gijne so far up stream. He was ati expert swimmer, but be was weakened from ovevwork and the long fast, and so tho current pro veil too strong for hi in. It carried him past tbe shepherd, and suddenly his feet pointed lo tbe suck. Hound and r< und, faster aud faster, as he came at each turn nearer the neck ol tue funnel, the doomed man whirled, while the shepherd looked ou, power less. As he drew near the fatal centre the force of the water stood him up; be waved his hand, smile 1 at the shep herd, nnd shot dowu to the bottom of tbe foaming river. Knowing that to remain there was to perish, the shepherd succeeded iu leaching thesliore. Half starved he reached the cabi'i of a miner who was washing gold iu the cany in of the Colo: ado. There we found him —a white-haired young mau—while ou our way to the San Juan goldtields in 1898, and from his own lips heard thif story. - Saturday Evening Pi st. QUAINT AND CURIOUS. A pet flea has been known to live six years. Surgeons say that J. C. Orr, ol Fort Worth, Tex., has u set of teeth in bis lungs. Illinois monument dealers want a law enabling them to seize tombstones for bad debts. Nearly 8000 cats were received last year at the London Institution lot Lost and Starving Cats. The lied sea would reach from Wash ington to Colorado, and is three times as wide as Lake Ontario. At tbe last elections in Bavaria only 39 per cent, of those entitled to vote took the trouble to do so. Malagn usually has about 16 rainy days a year, and at least 201 days when there is not a cloud iu the blue sky. The people of ancient Tyre were such experts in dyeing that Tyriau purple remains unexcelled to this day. There was a superstition auioug tho aucieut ltouiaus that it was unfortu nate when starling on a journey to meet a frog in the roail. In traveling from Rome to this country, however, the old superstitiou became twisted, as the old-fashioned negroes believe it a sign of good fortune to meet a "hop toad" in their path. In Waukegan, Wis., is an old church which has no steeple, because of a court maudate forbidding such a con struction. Iu lSti'2 a severe storm swept over the town hulling the orig inal spire against the bouse next door aud wrecking it. Tlie owner of the house got out nil injunction restrain ing the trustees of the el u ch from building auotber spire, and this order lias held for 118 years. The goose was a port of every me dieval feast in Europe. It is saidto have been the first domesticated fowl, and was legarded by tlie Egystiaus as sacred. At one time its use at feasts was restricted to those of royalty. In Greece their flight was regarded as au omen for which people watched anxiously. The breeding of geese was an important industry in some parts of Europe during the Middle Ages. City oT Milk Drinker*. Take a stroll along any of the streets of New York, and particularly those of less aristocratic pretensions, and you will note that New York peo ple drink milk—and some cream, while all of them are happy iu utilizing a very convenient sort of mid air dairy for tbe purpose of keeping the lacteal provender iu a wholesome condition, as well as away from the prying nose of the pet house cat. On live out of every twelve window sills the observer will see auywhere from one to three little white milk jars, looking, away up, like ready-made snowballs, wait ing to be pelted by small boys on tbe heads of passers below. Perhaps in no other city in the world does this custom of purveying milk iu small glass jars, from a half pint to a couple of quarts, obtain to such au extent as it does iu New York. Up among the wiudows you will find the white bottles rauged iu rows, while down below at tbe doorsteps are tbe empty ones awaiting collection by the mau from the dairy lunch house or tbe de'icatessen shop or tbe milk depot. If tbe milk jars on window sills are a fair index of the amount of the product consumed iu New York, taken together with those ou back window sills aud in ice chests, tbe cows iu the various boroughs stir rounding, not to speak of the time honored pump auxiliary, must, be kept bustling to supply the daily demand. A Title That In "Create*!.•• Each Prince of Wales is "created." The title was originally granted by Edward 1 to bis eldest son "and his heirs, the King of England," so each Prince of Wales retains the title after mounting the throue until he divests himself of it by formally passing it along to hi' heir apparent. DR. TALMAGFS SERMON, -.UNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Inbfoct: A 'Keltgion of Ghost*—Spirit ualism Denounced m Necromancy find Delusion—lts Disciples Are Doomed- It Causes Insanity Among Its Victims. [Copyright IHOU.] WASHIXOTOS, D. C.—ln this discourse i)r. Talmage discusses a theme never more mder exploration than at this time and yarns people agalust wllat bo calls a re gion of ghosts; text, I Samuel xxvlli., 7: 'Heboid, there is a woman that hath a 'amillar spirit at En-dor. And Saul dis guised himself and put on other raiment, tad he went, and two men with him, and '-bey came to the woman by night." Trouble to the right of him aud trouble :o the left of him, Saul knew not what to 10. As a last resort he concluded to seek .iut a spiritual medium or n witch or any :h!ng that you please to call hor—a woman ivbo had communication with the spirits sf the eternal world. It was a very diffi cult thing to do, fot Saul bail either slain nil the witches or compelled them to stop business. A servant one day said to King Haul, "I know of a spiritual medium down ut tho village of En-dor." "Do you," said the king. Night falls. Saul, putting off tits kingly robes and putting ou tho dress of a plain cltlzon, with two servants, goes out to hunt up this medium. Saul aud his servants after awhile readied tho village, and they say, "j wonder If this Is the house," aud tbey look In, nnd they see the haggard, weird und shriveled up spiritual medium sitting by the light nud ou the tablo sculptured linages and divining rods and poisonous herbs nud bottles uud vases. They say. "Yes, this must be the place." Ouo loud rap brings tho woman to the door, nnd as she stands there, holding the candle or lamp abovo her head and peering out Into tho darkness, she says, "Who Is hero?" The tall king Informs her that he has ccmo to have his fortune told. Wbeu she hears that, she trembles and almost drops the light, for she knows there Is uo cliauco for a fortune teller or spiritual medium In all tlie land. 13ut Saul having sworn that no harm shall come to her, she says, "Well, who shall I bring up from the dead?" Haul bays, "Bring up Samuel." That was the prophet who had diod a little while before. I see her waving a wand, or stirring up some poisonous herbs iu u caldron, or hoar her muttering over some Incanta tions, or stumping with her foot us she cries out to the realm of the ilend: "Samuel, Samuel]" Lo, the freezing hor ror! Tho floor of the tenement opens, and the gray hairs float up aud tho forehead, tlie eyes, the lips, the shoulders, tho arms, the feet—the entire body o( tho dead Samuel—wrapped In sepulchral robe, ap pearing to tho astonished group, who stagger back and hold fast aud catch their breath and shiver with terror. The dead prophet, white nud awful from the tomb, begins to move his ashen lips, and ho glares upon King Saul und cries out: "What did you bring me up for? What do you mean, King Saul?" Saul, trying to compose and control himself, mukos this stammering aud affrighted utterance as he says to the dead prophet: "Tho Lord Is against mo, and I have come to you for help. What shull 1 do?" The dead prophet stretched forth Ills ilngor to King Saul and said: "Die to-morrow! Come with me Into the sepulcber. lam going now. Come, como with me!" Aud. 10, the lloor again opeus. and the feet of the dead prophet disappear and the arms and the shoulders uud the forehead! The lloor closes. Oh, that was an awful seance! To unlntch tho door between the present state and tho future statu all tho lingers of superstition have beon busy. We have books entitled "Footfalls on the Boun daries of Othor Worlds," "Tho Debatable Land Between This World and the Next," "Researches luto tho Pheuomeua of Spir itualism" and whole libraries of hocus Focus, enough to deceive the very elect. shull uot tuke time to rehearse the his tory of divination, Delpblo oracle, sibyl or palmistry or the whole centuries of im posture. Modern spiritualism proposos to open the door between this world and the next and put us Into communication with the dead. It has never yet offered one reason able credeutlal. When I Had Saul in my text consulting a familiar spirit, I learu that spiritualism Is a very old religion. Spiritualism in American was born in the year 1847, In Hydesvllle, Wayno County, N. Y., when one night thero was a loud rap heard against the door of Michael Weekmau; a rap a second time, a rap a third time, and all three times. Wbeu tbe door was opened, there was nothing found there, tho kuockiug having been made seemingly by Invisible knuckles. After awhile Mr. Fox with his family moved Into that houso, und then they had langings at tbe door overy night. Ouo night Mr. Fox cried out, "Are you a spirit?" Two rnps—auswer iu the affirmative. "Are you an Injured spirit?" Two raps—answer in tho affirmative. Theu they kuow right away that it was the spirit of a peddler who had been murdered In that houso years before and who had been robbed of his SSOO. Whether tho spirit of the peddlor came back to collect his SSOO or his bones I do not know. Tho excitement spread. There was a uni versal rumpus. Tho Hon. Judgo Edmonds declared In a book thnt he had actually seen a bell start from tuo top shelf of a closet, beard it ring ovor the people that Were standing iu tho closet: then, swung by invisible hands, it rang over the peoplo in the back pnrlor aud floated through the folding doors to the front parlor, rang ovor tho people thore nnd theu dropped ou the floor. A Senator of the United States, af terward Governor of Wisconsin, had his head quite turned with spiritualistic demon strations. Tiio tables tipped, nnd the stools tilted, and the bedsteads ratsod, and tho chairs upset, and It seemed as if tho spirits everywhere had gone Into the furniture business! "Well," the people snld,"we have got something now In this country. It Is a new religion!" Oh, no, my friend, thou sands of years ago, we flud in our text, a spiritualistic seauce! Nothing in the spiritualistic circles of our day has boen more strange, mysterious nnd wonderful than things which have beon seen in past centuries of tbe world. In all ages there liavo been necromancers, those who consult with the spirits of tbe dennrted; charmers, those who put their subjects In a mesmeric stats; sorcerers, those who by taking poisonous drugs see everything nnd hear everything and tell everything; dreamors, people who iu their sleeping moments can see the future world and lioid consultation with spirits. Yes, before tlie time of Christ, the Brahmans went through all the table moving, all tbe furniture excitement, which tho spirits have exploited In our day, precisely the same thing over and over again, under the manlpulattou of the Brahmans. Now, do you say that spiritualism Is different from these? I answer, a!l these delusions I have mentioned belong to the same family. Tbey are exhumations from the unseou world. What does God think of nil these delu sions? He thinks so severely of them thnt He never speaks of thorn but with livid thunders of Indignation. He says,"l will be a swift witness against the sorcerer." He says, "Thou shnlt not suffer a wlteh to live." And lest yoa might make sonio im portant distinction between spiritualism aud wltchcralt God says lu so many words, "There shall not be among you a consulter of familiar spirits, or wizard, or necro mancer, tor they that do these things are nn abomination unto the Lord." The Lord God Almighty In a score of passages which I have not now time to quote utters Ills In dignation against nil Ibis great family of delusions. After that be a spiritualist if you dare! You lose a friend; you want the spir itual world opened, so tliat you may have commnnlcatlon with Mm. Inn highly wrought, nervous and diseased state of miud you go and put yourself In that communication. That is why I hate spiritualism. It takes advantage of one In a moment of weakness, which may come upon us at any time. We lose a friend. The trlul is keen, sharp, suffocating, almost maddening. If we could marshal a host and storm the eternal world and recapture our loved one, the host would soon be marshaled. The house is so lonely. The world is so dark. The separation Is so insufferable. But spiritualism says, "We will opentho future world, and your loved one can come back and talk to you." Though we may not hear his voice, we may hoar tlie rap of his hand. So, clear tUe tuble. Hit down. Put your hands on the table. Bo vory quiet. Five minutes gone. Ten minutes. No motion of the table. No response from the future world. Twenty minutes. Thirty minutes. Nervous excitement all the time Increasing. Two raps from the future world. The letters of the alplinbot are called over. The departed friend's name Is John. At the pronunciation of the lot tery two'raps. At the pronunciation of the letter 0 two raps. At the pronuncia tion of the letter II two rans. At the pronunciation of the letter N two raps. Thero you have the whole name spel od out—J-o-h-n, John. Now, the spirit being present, you say, "John, are you happy?" Two raps give an affirmative answer. Many years ago the steamer Atlantic started from Europe for the United Stntos. Getting mldoceau, the machinery broke, and she Iloundcred around day after day and week after week, and for a whole month after she was due people wonderod and finally gave her up. There was groat anguish In the cities, for there wore many who had friends aboard that vessel. Borne of the women in their distress went to the spiritual medium and inquired as to the fate of that vessel. The medium called up the spirits, aud the rapplngs on tbe table ludicnted the steamship lost, with all ou board. Women went raving mad uud were carried to the luuatlc asylum. After awhile ouo day a gun *vas heard off quaran tine. The flags went up on the shipping, aud tbe bells or the churches were rung. The boys rati through the streets crying: "Extra! The Atlantic Is safe!" Thero was the embracing as from the dead when friends came again to frlonds, but some of those passengers want up to find their wlvo3 in the lunatic asylum, where this cheat of infernal spiritualism bad put them. I bring against this delusion a moro fearful indictment—lt ruins the soul im mortul. Urst, It makes a man a quarter of an infidel; then It makes him hall an lu fldel; then It makes him a whole inlldel. I! God is ever slapped in tho face. It Is when a spiritual medium puts dowu her baud on the table. Invoking spirits de parted to make a revelation. God has told you all you ought to know, and how dare you be prying Into that which is none of your business? You cannot keep the Bible in one hand and spiritualism in the othor. One orthe other will slip out or your grasp, depend upon it. Spiritualism is adverse to the Bible, in the fact that it has in these last days called irom the future world Christian men to testify against Christianity. Its mediums call back Lorenzo Dow, the celebrated evangelist, aud Lorouzo Dow testifies that Christians are Idolaters. Spiritualism calls back Tom Palue, aud he testifies that ho is stopping in the same house In hoaven with John Buuyau. They call back John Wesley, and ho testifies against the Christian religion, which he all his lite gloriously preached. Andrew Jackson Davis, the greatost of all thesplrltuallsto, comes to the front and de clares that the NewTastament Is but "tho dismal echo of a barbaric age" and the Bible only "one of the pen and ink relics of Christianity." I have In my houso a book used In spir itualistic service, It contains a catechism and a hymn book. The catechism has these questions and answers: Q. What is our chief baptism? A. Fre quent abiutlou in water. Q. What Is our inspiration? A. Fresh alt aud sunshine. Q. What is our love foast? A. Cleai conscience and sound sleep. Q. What Is our prayer? A. Physical ex ercise. Aud then It goes onto show that a great proportion of their religious service is a system of callstheulcs. Then when they want to arouse tho devotion of tho people to tho highest pitch they give out the byrn ou tho eixty-ilftb page: The night hath gathorod up her silkon fringes. Or, on the fifteenth page: Come to the woods, hoigh ho! "But," says some one, "wouldu't it be of advantuge to hear from tho future world? Don't you think It would strength en Christians? There are a groat many materialists who do not believe there ore souls, but if spirits from the future world sbould knock and talk over to us they would bo persuaded." To that I nnswer In the ringing words of the Sou of God, "If they believed not Moses aud the prophets, neither will they be persuuded though one roso from tho dead." I believe those ure the days of which the apostle spake when lie said, "In the latter times some shall dopart from the faith, giving hoed to seducing spirits." Audi ences in this day neod to have reiterated in their hearing the passages I quoted some minutes ago. "There shall not be among you a consulter of familiar spirits, or wizard, or necromancer, for they that do these things are an abomination unto the Lord," and."The soul that turueth after such as have familiar spirits I will set Myself against them, and they shall bo cut off from their people." But I Invite you now to a Christian 3oance, a noonduy seance. This congre gation Is only one groat family. Hero is tho church table. Como around tho church table; take your seats for this great Chris tian seance; put your Bible on the table, put your bauds on top of the Bible aud thcu listen nnd hear If there are any voices com ing from tho eternal world. I think thoro ure. Listen! "Secret things belong unto the Lord, our Qod, but tilings that are re vealed belong unto us nnd to our chil dren." Surely that Is a voice from the spirit world. But before you rise from tills Chris tian seance I want you to promise me you will bo satisfied with tho Divine revolntiou until the light of the eternal throne breaks upon your vision. Do not go after the witch of En-dor. Do not sit down at table rapplngs either in sport or in earnest. Touch your children there are no ghosts to bo eeon or heard In this world save those which walk ou two feet or four—human or bestial. Romtimber that spiritualism at the best is a-useless thing, for If it tells what the Bible revenls It Is a suportlulty, aud if it tells what'the Bible does not re veal it is a lie. Instead of golug to get othor people to toll your fortune tell your own fortune by putting your trust in God and doing tho best you aau. I will tell your fortune. "All things work together for good to them that love God." Insult not your departed friends by asking tbein to come down and scrabble under an extouslon table. Ke meiu*er that there |9 only one spirit whose dictation you have a right to iuvoko, nnd that is the holy, blessed and omnipotent spirit of God. Hark! He is rapping now, not on a table or the floor, but rapping on the door of your heart, nnd every rap Is an invitation to Christ nnd n wnrnlng of judgment to come. Oh, grieve Htm not nway! Quench Him not. He lias been nil around you tills morning. He was all around yon last night. He has been around you all your lives. Hark! There aoines n volco with tender, overmastering Intonation, saying: "My spirit shall not always strive." Tho "eommltteo of the Manchester. Sal ford and District Temperance Union o( England have decided to establish an an nual temperance sermon, to be delivered each year in Manobestcr, by prominent ministers o( differ cut deuq«iuaUo*us. THE GREAT DESTROYER SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. • Dump Hlin Ont—Ahollsli Ruin and There Will lie No Wile-Keating, Say* Clar ence W. Meade, a Polled Magistrate of New York City. What Is nil this noise about, Deop us muttered thunder; Has n car run oil the track. Crushed somebody under? Roaring waves ot angry sound, Through the long nooturul. Beat against the silent ulr Like a mob Infernal. See they're dragging out a man, Bloated, bleared and bleoding, Screaming, lighting, cursing those Pushing on or leading. What's the man been guilty of. What has ho been doing? Why this row at deud of night, What's the matter brewing? Nothing but a drunken wrotcli, Flllod beyond Ills measure, Crazed and drunk on sour mash, Swallowed down nt leisure. Dump him ont to freeze or die. In the icy gutter; Who will cure a llg for liim? Let him curse imd mutter. Bust the villain's hoary head; Friend, he hasn't any; Call the nearest policeman, Glvo the ghoul a penny. Send him whore the Ivy twines, Whore ho cannot bellow; Cart him off, we do not want Any such a fellow. —Rev. John O. Foster, A. IX. Itmn Makes Wife-Ucaters. Duriug my many years' experience as Magistrate in the Now York polioe courts, writes Clarence W. Monde, I have passed ludgment upon hundreds, y»s, thousands, of wife-beaters. Scarcely a day passes that there are not such cases in each police t-'ourt, especially those ou the east side ot the city. There are men whom we are sure to have brought before us at regular intervals charged with the crime. I know many who ure committed to Blackwell's Island: on an average eight times a year. Naturally the question of how to do awav with this social evil has given mo much! concern. Evidently tlio prescribed legal remedy is insufficient if not, indeed, posi tively harmful. Imprisonment has no ter rors for the habitual wife-beater. I have come to the conclusion that thero could be uo better remedy than the whip ping-post. I would like to see n whip ping-post put In the back yard of every poliee court of New York City and there have the wife-beaters and men who are cruel to their fanilles publicly or privately flogged. I believe that uo man who has felt the humiliation of bolug stripped to the waist and given the lash will over do anything that will bring him to the whip ping-post the second time. There is something radically wrong with the law as it stands and we are obliged t<> enforce it. Prntically all or the wife-beat ing and extreme cruelty to families In this city Is among the poorest class of people. Under the present statutes there Is 110 pun ishment prescribed which does not puulsli the cruel drunkard's wife and fumily more than it does hlta. The wife is usually the complalnaut. In nine cases out of ten she soon repents un der her enforced suffering and is back in court within a week either to withdraw the complaint or with the necessary bail. It often happens that she brings with her as bondsman the saloon-keeper who sold her husband the liquor which aroused in him the wlfe-beatlng frenzy. After getting Ills liberty the man may possibly behave himself for two or three weeks, but his lleudlsh nature Is almost sure to manifest Itself again in that lime. His wife will appear in court again, de termined this time to make him serve the fullterin of six months. Within a week or two she will be back practically begging to get him out. So it goes mouth in and month out. It is a running furcc without any relief whatever to the family. I al ways ask these women in court: "Which would you rather do, have your husbuud's abuse with his support, or let him stny ou the island while you struggle along without his abuse and without his support?" Liquor is nt the bottom or it all. Liquor is the greatest curse of muuklnd. lCverv ill-used wife says that her husbaud is nil right, is kind to his children, brings his money home, etc., until lie begins to drink; theu all Is changed. There ure seven police courts In the Borough of Manhattan. Take rum away and I am certulu that two courts will be iulllcieut to do all the work. With uo li quor there would be no wife-beating and uo cruelty to children. A Quaker's Temperance Lecture. Soverul persons, umong them a Quaker, were crossing the Alleghany Mountains iu * stage. A lively discussion arose on the subject of temperance and the liquor business, and those engaged in it were handled without gloves. One of the company romaiued slleut. After enduring It as long as he could, he aaid: "Gentlemen, I want you to understand that I Bin a liquor dealer. I keep a public house of ; but I would have you to know that I have a license, and keep a de oent house. "I don't koep loafers and loungors about my place, and when a man has enough he can get no more at my bar. "I sell to decent people, and do a re spectable business." Ho thought he had put a quietus on the subject, and that no answor could bo given. Not so. The Quaker said: "Friend, that Is the most dumnnbie part of thy business. If thee would sell to drunkards and loafers, thee would help to kill off the ruce, und society would bo rid of them. "But thee takes the young, the poor, the innocent und the uususpectlhg, making drunkards and loufers of them. "When their charactor and money are all gone, thee kicks them out, and (urns them over to other shops to tlnish off; and thee ensnAres others and sends them ou the same roud to ruin." Unanswerable Facts. In Georgia 117 counties are dry and only twenty wet. Sixty per cent, of the people are dry and only twenty wet, and if you take the dry from the wet oitles there will not be more than ton per cent. wet. It you will examine the reports of your prison commissioners nnd ot your Stute sanitarium you will see thut In the wet couutle.o Insanity and crime are increasing with alarming rapidity while both are de creasing in the dry couutles, so that now less tnnn twenty per cent, ot tho area ol our Stute that Is wet furnishes more than sixty per cent, of our convicts and lunatics The Crusade In Paragraphs Men ure drunkards becuuse boys are tempted to drink. It is much easier to "rectify" whisky than It Is to rectify the evil it causes. In Connecticut, liquors aud groceries ennnot now legally be sold on tho sums promises. The churches In Auburn, N. Y., havt united in a movement to lessen the treat ing habit. The directors should see the inconsist ency of demanding total abstinence on the part of all railroad employes aud ut the same time placing the temptutlon before tUem at every eat'ag-Uouse. -
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