gOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO § forto Rico and | 112 |ts Industries. | Ilw Condition of the Inland ua He- Q I> v«nlo<l by Recent Investigation*. O 9 ooooooooooocooooooooooooo ■ IKE many of the islands colo- I nized by Spain, Porto Bico | V has been the victim of a pol icy so mistaken as seriously "to afi'eet its industrial welfare. Under Spanish misrule, agriculture and man ufacturing made little real progress. At tbc same time, it must not be for- RO.SARIO ST. YAUCO, RICO. (Ynuco is built upon « rillsliie which, while Inconvenient to the traveler, is of Stent advantage to the sanitation, the rain water sweeping all the dirt anil refuse into the stream, which runs Into the valley below.) gotten that the native indolence of the Porto Ricans themselves contri buted largely to industrial depression throughout tho island. Indolence is as natural to a Porto Rican as are spots to a leopard and as difficult to get rid of. It is something which Con gress cannot change. In his book on Porto Rico William Dinwidde, who knows the island thoroughly, says: "Porto Rico is a veritable desert for the poor man unless he goes there with •some definite commission to execute. I should like to. emphasize the state ment that now and for some time to jorno it is a good country for the im pecunious to keep out of, however am bitious they may be." Porte Rico needs adequate transpor- OOOR YARD SCENE AT A 'PEASANT'S HOUSE, rORTO RICO. iation facilities as much as anything also. In 1888 Don Ibo Bosch, a Span ish contractor, received a contract to build a road which would encircle the island. After a period of four years jf desultory work, only 110 miles had oeen built out of the 18'5 contracted :or. The equipment of the road is no better thau what is found in Michigan \ogging camps, aud the service takes its afternoon siesta in true Spanish fashion. The only other railroad is the tramway from San Juau to Rio Piedras, of which an illustration is given, its equipment is bad, but the service isjeomparatively good. Trains run at hourly intervals, furnishing rapid trail-it of a tropical sort. There is said to be a great future for trolley roads from the inland towns to the coast, running trains of two and three cars aud making tweu ty miles an hour. Sugar mill owners would use electricity l'or light in the mills, which, during the grinding sea sou, are operated day and night. If tho lack of continuous traffic or the sale of power should make electrically •iriveu cars unprofitable, compressed air might be substituted. Iu the sugar industry there is room for much improvement. Contrary to Reneral opinion, sugar-making is not the most important agricultural indus try, for tho coffee output is three times as vnlnable as the sugar output. Still the prosperity of the sugar in dustry is vital to the wel fare of the island. Modern methods of cultivation are well advanced, but most of the mills A PORTO IUOAN HOUSE PARTY. (The social life of Porto Rico Is well worth emulating. The members of ft church, •a club, a neighborhood clique, or even n big fnmllv being exceptionally thoughtful, Jay, chbery and cnreful of the feelings of others. A little child Is treated with the ttsuie respect as an old man, and the oldest woman in a social gathering Is always the dictator and queen. These deep, cool verandas are used as living rooms the vear through aurt are extremely comfortable.) are a combination of old and new ma chinery. \s a result, mill after mill has been closed down during the past ten years. The price of sugar is so low that it cannot be manufactured at a profit without tbe most skillful handling. There are only two "central" fac tories in Porto Rico with a complete equipment of modern machinery. "Central" factories, it may be ex plained in passing, are generally owned by capitalists, who may or may not own the cane lands. The land owners send their cane to the mill and receive a certain percentage of the sugar produced. In some districts the primitive method of crushing the cane between two wooden rollers is still in use. The power is furnished by two plodding oxen. The larger mills employ con trivances almost as primitive, and crude methods have resulted in in volving estate holders in debt, a con dition of things accounted for by the almost prohibitory tariff placed by the Spanish on imported machinery, It was in the hope of being relieved from this burden that mauy Porto Ricans welcomed the joining of the island's interests with those of the United States. The factor of trans portation has to be considered, par ticularly in the case of sugar for ex port, where the hauls to tho coast are very expensive. The poor shipping facilities also increase the co?t of pro duction. Coffee growing is in a prosperous condition, but tobacco culture has not made the progress it should. More RAISING OUR FLAG OVER PORTO RICO'S FIRST AMERICAN SCHOOL. tobacco was exported from Porto Rico in 1828 than in 189(5. Tlie stagnation of the industry is due to a number of causes, of which the most important is the successful competition of the Cuban growers. The increasing de- RAPID TRANSIT IN PORTO RICO —THE TRAMWAY BETWEEN SAN JUAN AND RIO riEDBAS. mand for Havana tobacco has excluded the Porto Rican product from foreign markets. The tobacco grown on the smaller island is not so good as that grown on the greater, but there is no reason for the difference in quality, aside from oareless methods in cultivating, hand ling, curing and manufacturing. The accompanying picture repre sents the awaiting of a census enum erator in an interior Porto Bican town. The work of census taking in tbe isl- and began in November, and ban bat recently been completed. The island was divided into soven departments, and a competent supervisor, reconi- TAKING THE CENSUS OK TORTO RICO. mended by Governor-General Davis, was placed at the bead of each. These supervisors were the direct working communication between the assistant director and the enumerators, about 940 in number. The census officials were received with marks of consid eration by the populace of the smaller towns. In his book .on Porto Rico, already referred to, Mr. Dinwiddie says that Spanish polity, as applied to the isl and, has brought about a social and financial condition quite incompre hensible to the people of the United States. The other ports lack the outward charm of San Juan, and in some of them the deplorable poverty of the people is in evidence. At Aguadilla, at the northwest point of the island, where agriculture is the sole indus try, people have Hocked in from the country in search of work, only to die miserably when none was to be had. Even iu spite of generous Government relief the deaths are said to have averaged in the last winter fifteen pet day in a population of 9000. Resi dents of the poorest section of the town are the chief sufl'erers. Govern ment aid alone keeps life in their im poverished bodies. The hurricane de prived them of their livelihood, and recovery is painfully slow. l'once, the end *f the water route, boasts of more than-10,000 population, surpassing San Juan in this respect by several thousand and coveriug much more territory. It lias no harbor except for light boats, and its streets, although greatly improved in tho last year, are still wretched. The town aspires to become Americanized, and, as it is the supply station for quite an important su;;ar and tobacco region, it seems likely, when prosperity comes to receive it3 share. The Love-Makltig of Owl*. Perched on the same bough, or the same wall or ruiu, the lady owl, though usually much bigger aud stronger than her mate, looks the picture of demure coyness, if a little exoited inwardly, like a girl at her first ball. But the male owl is very much in earnest; for a moment or two he remains quite still, then he puts out all his fe.itbers, bows, aud utters a softened scream; followed by a modified hiss that is full of tender meaning, aud then he nudges hev with his wing; she opens her big eyee very wide, aud gives bim a sidelong glance that may be a hint, for, hor rible to relate, from the depths of his interior he instantly brings up a half digested mouse, and, although she is as full of similar rodent? and stag beetles as she can comfortably hold, she opens her mouth and accepts the fragrant gift with a murmur of satis faction that speaks volumes of love and thanks. Then, when tho dainty morsel has been disposed of, they caress each other tenderly for a mo ment or two, aud then sit closely pressed to oacli other's side while the process of assirailatian is perfected, after which they simultaneously flit away into the moonlight on noiseless wing in search of further prey.—Pall Mall Magazine. Givlug the Court Its Due. An Irish lawyer addressed the Court as "gentlemen" instead of "your honors." After he had con cluded, a brother of the bar reminded him of his error. He immediately arose to apologize, thus: "May it please the Court—in tho heat of debate I called your honors gentlemen. It was a mistake, your honors." Johannesburg, South African Re public, has a German school whioh last June was giving instruction to 113 boys, eighty-four girls and twen ty-fire children in the kindergarten DR. TALMAGE'S] SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE Br THE NOTED DIVINE, tllNatureJolns in Singing 11 is Praises— Everything Kriglit and Bonulliul Sug gests U||u—l'nwer or the Hyitm us it Cradle Song Is ICeinnrkuble, fCopyriifht twin.] WASHINGTON, D. C.—ln this discourse Dr. Pnlmage 9hows howCurist brings harmony md melody into every life that He enters; .ext, Psalm exvlli,, 14. "The Lord is my strength tind song." The most fascinating theme for a hoßrt properly attuned Is the Saviour. Thoro Is something iu the morniug light to suggest Him and something In the evening shallow 0 speak His praise. The flower breathes Him, the stars sliine Illni, the cascade irociaims Him, alt tho voices of nnture •hunt Him. Whatever is grund, bright mil beautllul, if you only listen to it. will speak His praise. So, when iu the summer :ime I pluck a flower, I think of Him who ■s "the Rose of Sharon and the Lilly of tho Valley." When I see lu the Holds a lamb, 1 sny, "Behold the Lamb of God that :nketh away the sin of the world." When, in very hot weather, I come under a pro acting cilff, I say: Rock of ages, cleft for me. Let me hide myself In Thee? Over the old fashioned pulpits there was •i sounding board. Tlie voice of the minis ter roes to tho sounding board and then was struck back again upon the ears of the people. And so the 10,000 voices of earth rising up And the heavens a sounding board which strikes Back to the ear of all the na tions the praises of Christ. The heavens tell his glory, and the earth shows his handiwork. The Bible thrills with one great story of redemption. Upon a blasted and faded paradise It poured the light of glorious restoration. It looked upon Abra ham from the ram caught lu tiio thicket. It spoke in the bleating of the herds driven .town to Jerusalem for sacrifice. It put In- Unite puthos luto the speecli of uncouth flshermen. It lifted Paul Into tho third heaven, and It broke upon the ear of St. John with the brazen trumpets und the iloxology of the elders aud the rushing wings of the seraphim. Instead of waiting until you get sick and worn out before you sing the praise of Christ, while your heart is happiest and your step is lightest aud your fortunes smllo and your pathway blossoms and the overarching heavens drop upon you their benediction, speak tho praises of Jesus. Tlie old (Iroek crators, when they saw their audieuces inattentive aud slumber ing, had one word with which they would reuse them up to the greatest enthusiasm. In tlie midst of their orations they would stop and cry out "Marathon!" aud tlie people's enthusiasm would be unbounded. My beaters, though you may have beeu borne down with sin and though trouble and trials and temptation may have come upon you and you feel to-day hardly like looking up, metbluks th> re is one grund, royal, imperial word that ought to rouse your soul to infinite rejoicing, nnd that word is "Jesus!" Taking tlie suggestion of tho text, I shall speak to you of Christ our.Song. I remark, in the Ilrst place, that Christ ought to be the cradle song. What our mothers sun* to us when they put us to sleep Is singing yet. We may have forgotten tho words, but they weut into the liber of our soul ami will forever be a part of it. It Is not so much what you formally teach your chil dren as what you sing to them. A hymn has wings and can fly everywhither. One hundred aud fifty years after you are dead aud "Old Mortality" has worn out his chisel recuttlng your name ou the tomb stone your great-graudchlldren will be singing the song which last night you sang to your little ones gathered about your knee. There is a place iu Switzerland where, If you distinctly utter your voice, there come back ten or llfteen distinct echoes, and every Christian song sung by a mother in the ear of her child shall have 10,000 echoes coming back from all the gates of heaven. Oh, If mothers only know the power or this sacred spell how much oftener the little oues would be gathered aid all our homes would chime with the songs of Jesus! We want some counteracting influence upon our children. The very moment your child steps into the street he steps into tho path of temptation. There are foul mouthed children who would like to be soil your little ones. It will not do to keep your boys and girls in the house and make them house plants. They must have fresh air and recreation, God save your children from the scathing, blasting, damning influence of the streot! I know of no counteracting Influence but tho power of Christian culture and example. Hold before your little ones tho pure life of Jesus. Let that name be the word that shall exorcise evil from their hearts. Give to your Instruction all tho fascination of music morning, noon and night. Let It bu Jesus, the oradle song. This is Impor tant if your children grow up, but per haps they may not. Their pathway may be short. Jesus may be wanting Hint child. Then there will be a sound less step in tho dwelling, and the youthful pulse will begin to flutter, and tho iittle hands will be lifted for help. You cannot help. And a great agony will pinch at your heart, aud tlie cradle will be emp ty, and tho nursery will be empty, nnd the world will bo empty, and your soul will be empty. No little feet stuuding ou the stairs. No toys scattered ou the carpet. No quick following from room to room. No strange and wondering questlous. No up turned face, with laughing blue eye 9, come for a kiss, but only a grave and a wreath of white blossoms ou the top of It nnd bit ter desolatlou und a sighing at nightfall, with uo one to put to bed. The heavenly Shepherd will take that lamb safely, any how, whether you have beeu faithful orun faitblul. But would It not huve been plensanter if you could have beard from those lips the praises of Christ? I never read anything more beautiful than this nboul a child's departure. The account said, "She folded her hands, kissed her mother good-by, sang her hymn, turned her face to the wall, sal'i her littlo prayer and thou died." 1 speak to you again of Jesus as the night song. Job speaks of Him who glvetli songs in the night. J oil ti Welch, tlie old Scotch minister used to put a plaid across liis bod on cold nights, aud some one nsked him why ho put it there. He said: "Oh, sometimes in tho night I want to sing tlie praise of Jesus and to get down and pray; then I just take that plaid and wrap It around me to keep mo from tlie cold." Songs in the night! Night ot trouble hns comedown upon many of you. Commer cial losses put out one star, slanderous abuse puts out uuolher star. Domestic bereavement lias put out a thousand lights, and gloom has been added to gloom aud chill to chill and sting to stiug, and one midnight has seemed to borrow the fold from another mldulght to wrap itself In more uubenrable darkness, but Christ hns spokeu peace to your heart, aud you sing. Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to Thy bosom fly, While tlie billows near me roll, While the tempest still Is high. Hide me, Omy Saviour! Hide Till the storm of life Is past, Safe luto the haven guide; Oh, receive my soul at Inst. Songs In tho night! Sougs In the nlghl! For the sick, who have no one to turu the hot pillow, uo oue to put the taper on the stand, no one to put Ice on the temples or pour out the doothlng anodyne or utter oue cheerful word—yet songs iu the night! For the poor, who freeze lu the winter's cold and swelter In tlie summer's beat und munch the bard crusts that bleed the sore gums and shiver uuder blankets that cannot any longer be patohed nnd tremble because rent day is come mid they may be set out on the side walk und looking into the starved (ace of the child find seeing r.tmfnu then* and death there, eomlug home from the bakery and sayiug tr> the presence ©t the little furnished 011m, "Oh, my God, (tour liue gone up'" Yet songs iu the night!. Songs iu the uigh't For the widow who goes to get the buck pay of tier husband,, slalu by the "sharpshooters," and knows " t,ltt la.st help she will have, moving out of » comfortable home in desolation, death turning back from iluv exhausting cough and the pale cheek and the lusterless eye and refusing all relief. Yet songs in the night! Bongs in the night! For the soldlei in tlie field hospital, no surgeon to bin) up the gunshot fracture, no water for the hot lips, no kind hand to brush away the flies from the fresh wound, no 0110 to take the loving farewell, the groaning of other poured Into his own groan, the blasphemy of others plowing up his own spirit, th« condensed bitterness of dying away from home among strangers. Yet songs in the night! Songs In tlie night! "Ah," said one dying soldier, "toll my mother that Inst night there was not one cloud be tween my soul and Jesus!" Songs iu the night! Songs in the night! This Sabbath dnyenme. From the nltars of 10,000 churche i lias smoked up the savot of sacrifice. Ministers of the Gospel preached in plain English, In broad Scotch, In flowing Italian, In harsh Choctaw. God's people assembled in Hindoo temple un>) Moravian church and Quaker meeting house and sailors' bethel and king's chapel and high towered cnthedrnj. Tnev sang, and lhe song floated off ainiil the spice groves or struck the icebergs or floated oIV Into tlio western pines or was drowne I iu the clamor of the great cities. Lumbermen sang it nnd the factory girls and the chil dren iu the Sabbath class and the trained ohoirs in great assemblages. Trappers with the same voice with which they shouted yesterday In the stag hunt and mariners with throats that only 11 few days tigo sounded in the hoarse blast of the sea hurricane, they sang it. One theme for the sermons. One burden for the song. Jesus for the invocation. Jesus for the Scripture lessou. Jesus foe the baptismal fout. Jesus for the sacra mentnl cup. Jesus for the benediction. But the day has gone. It rolled away on swift wheels of light aud lovo. Again the churches are lighted. Tides of people again setting down the streets. Whole families coming up the church aisle. We must have one more service. What shall we preach? What shall we read? Let it be Jesus, everybody says; let it be Jesus. We must have one more song. What shall It be, children? Aged men nnd women, what shall it be/ Youu.' men and maidens, what shall It be? If you dared to break the silence of this auditory, there would come up thousands of quick aud jubilant voices, crying out: "Let It be Jesus! Jesu.-! Jesus!" I sny once more Christ is the everlasting song. The very best singers sometimes get tired; the strongest throats sometimes get weary, and many who sang very sweet ly do not sing now. but I hope by tho grace of God wo will after a while go up anil sing the praises of Christ where we will never bo weary. You know there lire some songs that are especially appropriate foi the home circle. They stir the soul, they start the tears, they turn the heart in on Itself and keep sounding after the tune has stopped, like some cathedral bell which, long after the tap of the brazen tongue has ceased, keeps throbbing on the air. Well, it will be a home song it* heaven, all the sweeter because those whe sang with us in the domostio circle on earth shall joiu that greut harmony: Jerusalem, my happy home. Name ever dear to me; When shnll my labors have au end' In joy nnd peace in thee? On earth we sang harvest songs as the wheat came into the buru and the barracks were lilted. You know there Is no suet time on a farm as when they got tho crops in and so in heaven It will be n harvest song on the part of those who on earth sowed in tears and reaped in joy. I.ift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, aud let the sheaves come in! Angels shout all through the heavens, nnd multitudes come down the hills crying: "Hnrvest Lome! Harvest home!" Tho Christian singers ana composers of nil ages will be there to join in that song. Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell Mason will be there. Beethoven aud Slo zurt will be there. They who souuded the cymbals and the trumpets in the ancient temples will be there. The 40,000 harpers that stood at the ancient dedication wfll bo there. The 200 singers that assisted on that day will be there. Patriarchs who llve.l amid thrashing floors, shepherds who watched amid Chal dean hills, prophets who walked, with long beards and coarse apparel, pronouncing woe against ancient übcmiuatlous, will meet the more recent martryrs who weut up with leaping cohorts of lire, and some will speak of the Jesus of whom tbe> prophesied and others of the Jesus lot whom they died. Oh, what a song! It came to John upot Tatmos. it came to Calvin in the prison, it dropped to Kidley iu the lire, nnd some times tlint song has come to your ear per haps, for I really do think it sometime? breaks over the battlements of heavoti. A Christian woman, the wife of a minis ter of tlie Gospel,was dying In the parson age near the old church, where on Satur day night the choir used to assemble aud rehoarse for the following Sabbath, aud she said: "How strangely sweet the choir rehearses to-night. They have been re hearsing there for an hour," "No," said some one about her, "tlie choir Is not re hearsing to-night." "Yes," she said, "I know they are. -I hear them sing. How verysweetly they sing." Now, It was uot a choir of earth that she heard, but the choir of heaven. I think that Jesus sometimes sets njarthe door of heaven, nnd a passage of that rapture greets our ears. The minstrels of heaven strike such a tremendous strain the walls of jasper cannot hold it. I wonder—and this ts n question I have been asking myself nil tho service—will you sing tb ' °ong? Will I slug It? Nol unless our sins ure pardoned and we leart now to sing the praise of Christ will w over sing it there. Tho flrst great concert that I ever at tended was In New York, when Julleo in the Crystal palace stood before hundreds of singers and hundreds of players upon Instruments. Some of you may remembei that occasion. It was the 11 rat one of the kind at which I was present, and I shal never forgot it. I saw that oue man staud ing and with tlie hand and foot wield thu' great harmony, beating the time. It war to me overwhelming. But, oh, tho grauder scene when they shall come from the East and from the West aud from tho North aud Iroiu the South, "a great multitude that uo man cau number," into tlie temple of the skies, hosl beyond host, rank beyond rank, galler) above gallery, and Jesus will staud before that great host to couduct tho bnrmonj with His wounded liAnds and His wouudei foet! I<tke the voice of many waters, like the voice of mighty thunderlugs, they shall cry: "Worthy Is the Lamb that na slain to receive blessing and riches aud honor nnd glory ami power, world without ond. Amen aud nmon!" Oh, if my ear shall hear no other sweet souuds may I hear that! If I join no othei glad assemblage, may I join that. I was rending of tho battle of Agiucourt In which Henry V. figured, audit is salt after the battle was won, gloriously won, the king wanted to acknowledge the divine interposition, and be ordered the chaplain to read the Psalm of David, and when lie came to the words, "Not unto us, O Lord but to Thy name be the praise," the king dismounted, and all the cavalry dis mounted, and all tho great host, officer.' and men, threw themselves on their faces. Oh, at the story of the Saviour's love and the Saviour's deliverance shall we not prostrate ourselves before Him to-day, hosts of earth and hosts of heaven, failing upon our faces and crying, "Not unto us, not unto us, but unto Thy uame be the glory!" THE GREAT DESTROYER.' • " ~ SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. Watt Till We Are Men—How a Doctor Wan Aroused to the Fact That Liquor Unfitted iflm Fur His Work—Antes tliutlc Kfiects of Alcohol. Some sny teetotalers go too far. And ne'er will gain their end, Although they labor hanl and long, Much timeiiod money spend. Tls folly e'er to hope to see A day in this land when The liquor shops glial! all be closed— But wait till we ure raeu. Willi drunkenness our land is filled, Our homes wttli grief and pain, The only free are thorns who from All poison drinks abstain. t The wise and good are praying Tor That glorious season when The demon drink shall be o'erthown— But wait tili we are men. The founders of our glorious cause Were earnest, true, and brave, And laboreil hard midst many foes. The slaves of drink to save. Our noble leuders boldly dare Propose to close each den Where drink Is sold; we'll be ns bravo— Just wiiit till we are men. A noble army, brave and strong, Increasing every day, Is now lu training for the light, Make ready—clear the way! Boldly defying all the powers Of alcohol, sir, then We'll show the world what we can do- Just wait till we are men'. Palsy t roui Alcohol. A physician was Invited to dine at the club with the dispatcher of a railroad. After dinner the dispatcher remarked that he must goto his room and Me down. The physician inquired the reason. He an swered: "Tbe wine I have nsed, although In small quantity, has bewildered my brain for accurate work, and I must rest. I would not daretogo on duty now. I should make mistakes and not know It at thd time, and the mortification of having them cor rected by my associates would confuse me still more." The physician thoAght: "I am going to make some very important calls (u the homes of friends who trust me Impllclty, and at the hospital where my best judgmeut and skill are required. Is It possible that the wine I have used has made me unlit foe this work?" Later he met the dispatcher and said: "You were right, and I have been taught a lesson I never will forget. That afternoon's work after the dinner cost me the loss of one of my best families by my Indiscretion and auger. I realize now that I cannot use wine and have full possession of myself." This is a phase of tbe revolution of publle sentiment which Is coming lutoprominence among active brain workers. At banquet tables this is apparent in the abstemious ness of practical raeu. This is not from sentiment or theory, but from experience . They knew tbe ame-ithetic effects of alco hol literally, aud have felt Its depressing action on the brain aud nervous system. An old-time clergyman during pastoral visication called 011 his drinking members early in the week so that the disability from tbe spirits used 011 these occasions would pass away before the time for prep aration for Sunday service. A noted public man refused to attend public diuners because of the wines used, lie gave us a reason that he could not use wines without injuring himself. Science is receiving a strong confirma tion of its conclusions from the experience of prnctlcal brain workers and thinkers.— Journal of Inebriety. ltulned Six Times. An excellent temperance lesson Is taught oy Sir Walter Bcsnnt In The Queen. An ac quaintance of his got drunk six times Ic Jls life, was six times ruined and his ruin inch time was complete. lie was a man who thought he needed a braoer every time 1 supreme moment arrived. It has been laid that "the" opportunity comes to a man )ut once in life; to Uesant's friend it carae ilx times. Th» llrst time was at school. He .vas captain; lie was expecte I to be nomln ited to a scholarship. He took champagne, net the head master and lost the scholar ihlp. On the night before the university examination he calmed his nerves with .vblsky and got only third instead of the ixpected llrst. In Londou came a time .vlien an editor was wanted for a paper; he /run mentioned; he calmed Ills nerves with iquor, discussed the now office with the proprietors aud lost his chance. He next ,vas engaged to be married, and to allav he excitement of the wedding day lie took 111 overdose of the fatal anodyne. The jrlde's papa discovered him In a condition hat admitted of no doubt, and she was ■ent to the Orand Canary, while he was .ent to Coventry. Thellfth case was when le had to give evidence lu a lawsuit affect ug his own Interests. He ludulged as lsual and made an object of himself on he witness stand. On his sixtieth birth lay he drowned his sorrows at the club, vent home with a cold and succumbed to pneumonia. Henltliy ( Tip p r . Much Is being said of the healthfolness >f beer, aud the use of that (lrlnk Is trongiy advocated by oertnin parties be auseit is pure an d genuine. Yet It would eem, from various advertisements, that here must be a lot of stuff used that inrdly supports that view. Here are one or woof sucli advertlemseuts, and we leave be reader to form his own conclusion as to lie value of the material produce I. One >f these advertisements In the "Inland ievenue Year Book" for 1897 runs thus: 'Oaramellne, for flavor, a most important >olnt In stout production. Two hundred velght of this artlole Is sufficient for every lfty barrels of wort in copper. Brewers vishlug to increase their black beer trade lionld not fall to give oaramellne a trial, t is a thoroughly reliable article, easy of uanipulatlon, giving to black beers a last ng, luscious flavor and palate fuiness, and 1 rich browu head." Another advertise ment appearing 111 the Brewers' Almanac 'or IH9B, of brewing requisites, includes lulngs, sulphurous acid, bisulphites, Isin tlass, hydrosulphites of magnesia, potas ilura and sodium, sulphite of lime, heading nowder and blearbouates of potassium aud tod iuin. Mood Till He Took to Drink. A few years since a large farm house 011 ny country place being vacant, I offered, hrougli one of the settlements, to take loine poor woman with small children who teemed to need it for a two months'rest md fresh air. Among those seut up was a ;ood looking and soft-spoken young worn in with three small children. She had just some from the hospital and had a scar learly ail around her neck which was just joallng up. Her husband, a carpenter, hail jut her throat in a drunken spree, nearly covering the jugular vein. Site was taken :o the hospital and he was tried and sent to prison. "Was he nlways ugly to you?" ibo was asked. "O », no," she replied. "Ha was very good till he took to drluk/' The Crusade In Uriel*. To give license Is to give tbe lie to sense. The wny to avoid filling drunkards' graves is to cease filling tbe drunkard. It is a self-evident fact, that the manu facture of liquor does not add to the ma terial growth of a community, and certain ly the consumption of alcohoiio stimulants does not enrloh a people. The Rochester Dlstriot of the New York Anti-Saloon League comprises the counties i>f Monroe, Genesee, Orleans, Livtngstou, Ontario, Yates and Wayne, aud the Super intendent of the district Is Dr. O. W. Peok, former pastor of the M. E. Guurchof Dans vllle
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