gOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO § forto Rico and | 112 |ts Industries. | Ilw Condition of the Inland ua He- Q I> v«nlo 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! If 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