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■ 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
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