DON'T LET THE SONG CO OUT OF YOUR LIFE.
Don't let the song go oat of yoar life; Don't let the song go out of your life;
Though it chance sometimes to flow Ah! it never would need to go,
Inn minor strain, it will blend again If with thought more true and a broader
With the major tone, you know. view
We looked at this life below.
What though shadows rise to obscure life'*
skies, Oh, why should we moan that life's spring-
And hide for a time the sun; time hus flown,
They sooner will lift and reveal the rift, Or sigh for the lair summer time?
If you let the melody run. The autumn huth days tilled with pmnns of
praise.
Don't let the song go out of your life; And the winter hath bells that chime.
Though your voice may have lost its
trill. Don't let the song go out of your life;
Though the tremulous note should die in Let it ring in the soul while here,
the throat. And when you go hence it shali follow you
Let it sing in your spirit still. thence
And sing on in another sphere.
There is never a pain that hides not some
gain. Then do not despond and say that the fond,
And never a cup of rue Sweet songs of your life have flown.
So bitter to sup but what in the cup For if ever you knew a song that was true,
Lurks a measure of sweetness too. Its music is still your own.
—Kate It. Stiles, in Boston Transcript.
J Honora's Hit. {
The strong sunshine which poured
through the skylight of the big studio
was tempered and diffused by a white
inuslin screen painted with blue drag
ons, while tall vases, plaster bas re
liefs, bits of odd tapestry, a palm tree
or two, a brass tea urn and a luxuri
ous divan with pillows three deep
gave the room an air at once artistic
and feminiue. Five young women
were sitting or standing at the easels,
some flourishing charcoal sticks, others
with paillettes on their thumbs, all in
tent on mastering the difficulties of
perspective "values" or "planes,"
wbile a sixth, with her hair unbound
and wearing a flowing red robe, rep
resented their idea of a Moorish hero
ine. Outside the buzz and roar of
New York throbbed on the afternoon
air, elevated trains shrieked and
whizzed by, street calls rose and fell,
and a hurdy gurdy on the next corner
ground out a once popular tune, but
no one noticed these noises any more
than the country plowboy notices the
wind sighing all day through the
pines on the hill.
"Time to rest, Nora," anuonnced
Miss Haviland, and while the wor
shippers of art relaxed their tired
muscles and excliauged theories, praise
and criticism with the frankness of
the cult, Honora also stepped down
and took a curious look at the semi
circle of more or less realistic like
nesses. What she saw was a young,
dark haired woman with wistful gray
eyes, hands clasped before her and a
sad and almost careworn expression.
This Moorish girl was clearly a cap
tive, pining for home, and, nucou
sciotisly, a flash of her old spirit came
back into Honora's face. "Goodness,
do I look like that ?" she thought,
slightly straightening herself. " Dick,
dear Dick ! What would you say if
you knew ? "
"Yon pose very well ; you've done
it before, no doubt," observed one of
the girls in a tone of serene patron
age, but Miss Haviland broke in kind
ly, before Honora had time to reply :
*'Oh, no," she said, "Nora isn't a
regular model. She just came to
oblige us, didn't you, Nora ?"
"Pose!" cried Grace Hunt in a
clear, high voice, consulting her
watch ; the captive's dimple disap
peared ; she hastily resumed her sta
tion and attitude, and the sorrowful
look again crept over her face. The
young ladies returned to their stools,
and for some moments nothing was
heard but the squeaking of charcoal
and the scraping of paillette knives.
" The line of the neck is good, but
she's distinctly too thin, and her arms
are unsatisfactory," declared Mrs.
Tremaiue, selecting a flat brush and
squeezing some raw sienna out of a
tube. She was a young widow, ma
trouized the apartment and spoke ex
actly as if the girl had been a lay fig
ure or a block of wood.
"Your nose is too long and you are
an ill maunered iceberg also," thought
Honora, vindictively, with such a rush
of blood to her cheeks that severely
heightened the tint of their portraits
with a touch of rose madder.
Honora went home that night with
$2 in her pocket aud insulted pride in
her heart. Home for her now was a
more closet under the roof of n neigh
boring apartment house.
"Who is she, auy way ?" asked
Grace, carelessly, ns the friends com
pared canvases after the model's de
parture. "She lias a stunning head
of hair. You say she is not a profes
sional ? "
"Oh, no; she's a girl who has done
plain sewing for Mrs. Lawrence, on
the fifth floor. 1 happened to see her
there and thought she looked paint
nble. She needed the mouey, I guess,
by the look of her hollow eyes," au-
Bwoied Miss Haviland, half remorse
fully.
A mouth pussed after the pictures
were finished, and the fair students
of the Iverness did not see Honora
never thought of her. Early one
January morning, however, the pri
vate bell rang and Elizabeth went to
the door.
"Why, how do you do—ah—Katy,
no, Nora, isn't it?" she said, with
her kindly smile. "So you wunt to
pose for us again, do you ? But you
look thin. Have you been ill ? "
"No, thank you ; I'm quite well. I
would rather not pose, but I thought
you might have some sewing for me -
possibly one of you ladies," stam
mered Honora.
"Well, sit down and I'll speak to
others." The girl sank into a
chair in tho dark little corridor, for
her limbs trembled under her. Miss
Haviland, when she tame back, ap
peared somewhat at a loss for the
light word herself.
" We don't seem to have much in
the way of sewing," she began, but I
•inspect that Providence may have
*ent you to our relief, after all. Yon
know fonr of us girls—the four that
you saw—live here with Mrs. Tre
maiue in a suite of rowins. aud we've
been housekeeping by turns, getting
our breakfast and lunch aud taking
dinner at the cafe. But wo are all
tired of the arrangement, and we've
been thinking if we could get some
nice"—Miss Haviland hesitated
" refined young woman to cook the
meals and keep everything comfort
able, it would be a good idea all
round. Can you cook V "
"Yes." Honora's tongue really
wouldn't say ma'am, so she made it
" Miss Haviland " instead.
" Then what do yon say to trying J
it ? We put out the laundry work, so
it would be easy housekeeping," and
the young artist went onto speak of
wages and the usual " Saturday after
noons."
The candidate asked for an hour to
consider the matter. She walked up j
to the park and sat down on one of i
the wooden benches near the Fifty- j
ninth street entrance. Honora thought
how she had come to the city only j
four months ago, fired with the
dreams of a larger life, and utterly ig- I
norant of its difficulties, disappoint- <
ments aud perils. S4ie thought of the
brave start she had made, her con- j
fident coinage and high hopes, and ;
the succeeding bitter discourage- '
ments, repulses and failures. Peli- 1
quagamas, Me., was the melodious I
name of her birthplace ; she shut her
eyes nnd saw the prim village street,
her old auut's neat cottage, and her
self, a restless, impetuous girl, grow- ]
ing up under the good spinster's wing. ;
like an enterprising hawk under the
wing of a well disposed hen.
Six months ago she had offered a
tale to a city newspaper, and all her
troubles dated from that day, for it ;
was promptly accepted, and the check
which came back seemed to open out
a dazzling prospect of wealth, fame
and a "career." One or two later
ventures proved equally fortunate,
and then nothing would do but go to
New I'ork and try her fortune. Of
course her elders remonstrated, but
Honora's strong will nnd abundant
relish for adventure carried the day.
Dick stormed, protested and implored
but what was a six-room cottage,
even with Dick, to a girl stage struck
for the triumphs of a world theatre ?
Of the succeeding months Honora
did not like to think their pitiless
lessons were still gall to her spirit.
Enough to say that she had left the
expensive boarding house, aud, too
proud to coufess bier straits or ask
help froni home, taken the poorest
of lodgings. Even so, with a needle
instead of a pen in her hand, the
struggle was too hard, the battle was
against her.
At this point in her meditations
Honora jumped up and said to her
self, resolutely :
"I'll do it 1 It's better than starv
ing, better than posing and bettor
than destroying my ejes and ruining
my temper by sewing 14 hours a day.
I'll let them call me Nora and think
it's me Oirish name," she declared, |
under her breath, "and I'll give them
some first rate Yankee cooking and go
to the free lectures and concerts and '
the museums, so that my time won't
be all wasted. I'll take up my de
spised diary again, aud when I get
home in June I'll make a clean breast
to D—ick."
"Nora," said Mrs. Tremaiue one
May morning, shaking out the folds
of her gown, " I expect a gentleman
from Philadelphia to dinner tonight,
so lay an additional plate aud have
something a little extra, will yon, and
pretty flowers?" for "Elizabeth's pro
tegee " was trusted now eveu to
choose the bouquets. " He's the edi- j
tor of 'Pettingill's,'" she said, turn
ing to Grace. "A remarkable man!"
Nora's heart gave a little flutter, but
it died out immediately.
The gentleman duly arrived, and
between the ice and coffee he observed
to his hostess: "Cousin Laura, I came ;
to town today partly to see one of our
contributors. Last wiuter a manu
script reached the office which struck
us all as somethiug quite extraordin
ary. It was in the form of a diary,
purporting to have been found in the
room of an unknown girl who lost her
reason from sheer starvation in a
well-to-do quarter of Gotham. She is |
a Down East girl, with literary ambi- j
tions, and in her loneliness keeps one
of those voluminess journals that no I
one really writes nowadays with won- j
derful freshness and country wit. It |
might have been written for her '
mother's eyes, or a lover's, perhaps ;
it reveals her follies aud her virtues
both with such perfect spoutaueius
ness. When literature fails her she
tries sewing, and even posing for art ,
students, aud she hits off the fine i
ladies aud sisters of your craft with a
most delicious mixture of satire and
enviousness. But through it all ruus 1
the tragic sense of the rushing power
of her environment, closing upon her !
like the remorseless jaws of a trap. !
The last four eutries describe her sen- !
satiors on four successive days with- i
cut food, after a grand dame fails to
pay her for the work she has done,
audit breaks off with the first inco
herent raviugs of coming insanity. I
never read anything more weitcl or
powerful in its way than that Inst cry
for help."
"Tell us who wrote it, quick !" ex
claimed Grace, who felt a light break
ing in ou her.
"That's an odd thing about it.
The sketch was unsigned, aud the ac
companying slip giving the author's
name and address was accidentally
lost. We had it putin type and de
cided to publish it, thinking that the
writer would see and claim it. I have
the advance sheets here, but yester
day, by good luck, tho missing paper
turned up and I determined to run iu
anil explain matters to the presum
ably irate lady iu person. The ud
dress, I believe, is in this neigebor
hood ; the name " Mr. Phillips ♦.r.ok
out a memorandum slip and regarded
it through his eyeglasses— "Miss
Honora Graves. Why, what is it ?
Do you know h-.ir,? "
fortuna'ely Nora was in the kitchen
during the ensuing conversational
scene.
She took her laurels very quietly
when they were placed tumnltuously
on her brow. Sitting among the girls
who welcomed her now as a sister
"arti'it," she told them how the idea
of transcribing her diary occnrred to
her as a last resort iu the midst of a
starving week, which came near to
ending as tragically in reality as on
paper.
When no reply was received she
gave up all literary projects, and
grasped the first opportunity that
chance threw iu her way —no other
thau Miss Elizabeth's offer.
But upon being hailed ns a promis
ing "lion," with a career opening be
fore her, our Honora very frankly and
emphatically disclaimed the idea. "I
might neve succeed again," she said.
"This wasn't art, but plain truth,
which was forced out of me by the
pinch of reality, and I don't want to
have the screw put on a second time.
No ; if New York has done nothing
else for me, at least it has tamed my
ambition and taught mo my place."
" But what shall you do ? You
can't expect to travel incognito and
laugh at us in your sleeve, now that
we know you ? "
"Do V I shail go home nnd have it
out with dear old Dick, "cried Honora,
impulsively, and that brought down
the house.—Springfield Republican.
QUAINT AND CURIOUS.
A Duquesne (Iowa) man has a dog
which was sent him by express all the
way from Manila, Philippine Islands.
On a farm iu West Virginia theve is
an apple tree which is eight feet five
inches around. InlSfiO 85 bushels of
apples were gathered from it, and sold
at the apple house lor Bi>o. The tree
is 75 years old, and is still bearing.
Some of the wooden churchos of
Norway are fully 700 years old, and are
still in an excellent state of preserva
tion. Their timbers have successfully
resisted the frosty and almost Arctic
winters because they have been re
peatedly coated with tar.
In Belgium organ grinders are com
pelled by law to play each moruing
before the police magistrate, who
must be satisiied that their instru
ments are iu tune. An organ which
is out of tune must be putin order
before a license is issued to the player.
The practice of eat ng arsenic is very
prevalent among the pe.isautry of the
mountainous districts of Austria, Hun
gary and France. They declare that
this poison enables tliem to ascend
with ease heights which they could
only otherwise climb with great dis
tress to the chest.
People are right or left eyed just as
they are right or left handed, and just
as the right hand fs usually the more
powerful, so is the right eve. Only
oue person iu 10 is left sighted. It is
very probable 'that the use of weapons
during countless ages has had some
thing to do with the extra power of the
right eye.
Two curiosities in American ship
building have receutly been completed
at San Francisco. They are stern
wheel launches for use on the Amoor
liver, Siberia, and when loaded thev
draw but six inches of water. They
are 95 feet iu length, 12 feet iu beam,
and have a hold 2 1 inches in depth.
They have made seven knots an hour
on their trial trips, aud the. eugines
are wonderfully light aud compact.
It is not a common thing to see a
church bell up a tree, yet there is one
in the parish of Therfield, Herts, Eng
land, which occupies this unique po
sition. Bather more than 20 years
ago the church was rebuilt. Thera
were not, however, sufficient funds to
complete the rebuilding, aud the up
per portion of the tower and church
remain unfinished to the present time.
As there was no belfry iu which to
place the bells, one was hung on the
branch of a large walnut tree in the
rectory close.
Side View® of Life.
When a man tires of himself his
case is hopeless.
If a minister aims his remarks at
himself he is pretty sure to hit nine
tenths of his congregation. •
Many a true word is spoken when
two wonteu have a quarrel.
Wise is the woman who doesn't ex
pect a man to love her when he is
busy.
There are many different brands of
foolishness. A mau indulges in one
kind when he traduces his enemies.
Chicago News
OK. TALMAGES SERMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: Lift tip the Fallen—A Pirn For
Welcome For the l'rodlzal—Kindness
Al'oulil Reclaim Many Unfortunates
Who Uave Dropped by the Way.
[Copyriftlit IWHM
WASHINOTOS, D. C.—lnthis discourse Dr.
Palmage pleads (or a hearty reception to
-ill those who have done wrong and want
to net back, while the unsympathetic and
self-righteous are excoriated; text, Lulte
XT., 28. "And he was angry and would not
go In."
Many times have I been asked to preach
a sermon about the elder brother of the
parable. I received a letter from Canada
raying, "Is the elder son of the parable so
unsympathetic uud so cold that he Is not
worthy of necognltloD?'* The faot is that
we ministers pursue the yonuger son. You
:an hear the flappings of his rags In many
n sermonic breeze and the cranching of
Lbe pods for which he was an unsuccess
ful contestant. I confess that it has beeu
difficult for me to train the camera ob
«cura upon the elder son of the parable. I
?ould not get a negative for a photograph,
i'bere wus not enough ilgbt In the gallery,
or the chemicals were poor, or the sitter
moved In the picture. But now I think I
have him; Dot a side face or a three-quar
;ers or the mere bust, but u full length
portrait as he appears to me. The futher
In the parable of the prodigal had nothing
to brag of lu his two sons. The one was a
rake and the other a churl. I And nothing
admirable in the dissoluteness of the one,
and X And nothing attruotlve In the acrid
sobriety of the other. The one goes down
over the larboard side, and the other goes
down over tho starboard side, but they
both go down.
From all the windows of tho old home
stead bursts the minstrelsy. The floor
quakes with the foet of the rustics, whose
<lunce is always vigorous and resounding.
The neighbors have hoard of the return of
the younger son from bis wanderings, und
they have gathered together. The houso
is full of congratulators. I suppose the
tables are loaded with luxuries; not only
the one kin)} of meat mentioned, but its
concomitants. "Clap!" go the cymbals,
"Thrum!" go the harps. "Click!" go the
chalices, up and down go the feet iuside,
while outside is a most sorry spectacle.
Tho senior sou stands ut the corner of the
house, a frigid phlegmatic. He had just
como lu from tlie fields in very substantial
apparti. Seeing some wild exhilarations
around the old. mansion, ho asks of a ser
vant passing by with a goatskin of wine on
Ills shoulder what all the fuss Is about.
One would have thought that, on hearing
that his younger brother had got back, he
would have goue into the house and re
joiced and, If ho were not conscientiously
opposed to dunclug, that he would have
joined in the orleutal schottlsh. No. There
he stands. His brow lowers; his face dark*
ens; his lip curls with contempt; be stamps
the ground with indignation; he seeß noth
lug ut ail to attract. The odors of the feast
coming out on the ulrdo not sharpen his
appetite; the lively music does not put uny
spring Into his step. He is a terrible pout;
lie criticises the expense, the injustice and
the morals of the entertainicent. The futher
rushes out bareheaded and coaxes him to
como In. Ho will not go in; lie scolds the
futher; he goes into a pasquinade against
the younger brother, una ho muke tho
inost uncomely scene; he suys,"Futher, yon
put a premium on vugubondism. I utuld
ut home and worked on tho furni. You
Dover made u purtv for me; you didn't BO
muoh ns kill a kid. That wouldn't have
cost half us much as n calf. But this scape
grace went off in llueclotbes, and becomes
back not fit to be seen, uud what u time
you make over him! Hebreuks yourheart,
uud you pay liliu for it. That calf, to which
we have been giving extra feed duriug ail
these weeks, wouldn't be so fat and sleek
if I had known to wiiat use you were goiug
to put ill That vuguboud deserves to be
cowhlded iustoad of banqueted. Veal is
too good for lilra!" That evening, while
the younger son sat telling his futher about
Ills udveutures and asking about what had
occurred on the pluce since his departure,
the seuior brother goes to bed disgusted
und slums tho door after him. That senior
brother still lives. You can see liim any
day of the w<ek. At a meeting of minis
ters lu Germany sotwe one asked the ques
tion. "Who is that elder SOD?" uud Krum
laacher answered: "I know him; I suw htm
vesterduy." Autl when they Insisted upon
knowing whom he uieuutbe said: "Myself.
When I suw the uecouut of the conversion
of a most obnoxious man, I was irritated."
First, this seuior brother of the text
stands for the self congratulatory, self But-
Islied, self worshipful man. With the same
breath In which he vituperates aguiost ills
younger brother lie utters a panegyric fo:
himself. The self righteous man of my
text, like every other self righteous man,
was full of faults. He was t>u Ingrute, for
he did not appreciate tho home blessings
which he had all those years. He wus dls
obedieht, for when the father told him t J
come in he staid out. He wus a liar, for
he Biiid that the recreunt sou had devoured
his futlier's living when the futher, so far
from being reduced to penury, had a home
stead left, and instruments of music, had
jewels,had a mausion ami instead of being a
pauper was a prince. This seuior brother,
with so muuy fuults of bis own, was
merciless tu his criticism of tho younger
brother. Tho only perfect people that I
have over knowu were utterly obnoxious.
I was never BO badly cheated in my lite us
by a perfect man. He got so far up in his
devotions that he wus clear up above all
the rules of common honesty. These men
that go about prowling urnoug prayer
meetings and In places of business, telling
how good they are—look out for them;
keep your hand on your pocketbook! 1
have noticed that just in proportion as a
man gets good he gets humble. The deep
Mississippi does not make ns much noise
us tho brawling mountain rivulet. There
has been unity a store that bud more goods
iu the show window than inside ou the
shelves.
This self-righteous man of the text stood
it the corner of the house huggiug himself
In udmiratiou. We bear a great deal in
Dur day übout the higher life. Now, there
ire two kinds of higher-life meu. The oue
is admirable, und tlie other is repulsive.
The one kind of higher-life man is very
leaioDt in his criticism of others, does not
uore prayer meetings to death with long
harangues, does not talk a great deal
ibout himself, but much übout Christ and
heaven, gets kindlier and more gentle and
more useful until one duy his soul spreads
i-wing, aud he flies away to eteraal rest,
iod everybody mourns his departure. The
Jther higher-life man goes around with a
Bible conspicuously under tits nrm, goes
from church to church, a sort of general
evangelist, is a uulsaucu to his own pastor
ivbeu ho is at home and a nuisance to other
pastors when he Is away from home, runs
up to some rann who is counting out a roll
jf bunk bills or running up a difficult line
Df figures und asks him how Ills soul Is,
mnlces religion a dose of ipecucunnba;
standing iu u religious meeting making an
address, tie bus u patronizing way, as
though ordinary Christians were clear
away down below him, so lie hud to talk at
the top of his voice lu order to muke them
heur, but at tile wttite time encouraging
them to lio,ie 0:1 tliht by climbing many
years tboy rutty nrteru while come up with
in sight of tho plaeu where he now stands.
I tell you plainly that a roarlug, roister
ing, bouncing sinner is not so repulsive to
me us that higher life malforututiou. The
former may repent; the latter never gets
over his pliarlsuisui. The younger brother
of the purabie came buck, but the seuior
brother stunds outside entirely oblivious
to bis own delinquencies and deQcltx, pro
nouncing his own eulogluui. Oh, how
much eusier it is to blame others thau to
blutue ourselves. Adam blamed Eve. Eve
blamed the serpent, the senior brother
blamed the younger brotber, aud none of
theia blamed tbnmsalvnr
Again, the senior brother of my text
stunds for nil those who are faithless
übout the reformation of the dissipated
and the dissolute. In the very tones of his
voice yon can bear the fact that he has no
faith that the reformation of the younger
son Is gonutne. His entire manner seems
to say: "That boy baa come back for more
money. Ho got u third of the property.
Now ho has come bnck for another third.
He will never bo conteuted to stav on the
furm. Ho will full nwuy. I would go in,
too, nod rejoice with the others If I thought
this thing was genuine, but it is u sham
That boy is a confirmed inebriate nnd de
buuehee." Alus, my friends, for the in
credulity In the church of Christ in reg.iro
to tho reclamation of the recreant! You
s:ty a mau bus beeu n strong drinker. 1
sa.v, "Ye", but lie has reformed." "Oh.*
yo i Bay, with u lugubrious face, "J
hope you are uot mistaken; I hope yot
are not mistaken." You say, "Dou't re
joioe too much over his conversion, foi
soon he will be unconverted, I fear
Dou't make too big a party for that re
turned prodigal or strike the timbrel toe
loud, uud If you kill a calf kill tho one that
is on the commons and not the one thai
has been luxuriating In the paddock.'
Tliat Is tho reason why more prodiguts dc
not come home to their lather's house. It
is the rnuk infidelity lu tho church of Gou
on this subject.
There is not a house on the streets ot
heaven that has not iu it u prodigul thut
returned and staid home. There could be
unrolled before you a scroll of 100.00 C
names—the names of prodigals who came
baok forever reformed. Who was Jobr
Bunyan? A returned prodigal. Who waf
Richard Baxter? A returned prodigal
Who was George Whlteiield, the thundereri
A returned prodigal.
And I could go out iu ail the aisles oi
this church to-day uud find ou either sldf
those who, onee fur astray for tnauy years,
have been faithful, and their eternal salva
tion Is as sure as though they hud been ter
years In heaven. Aud yet tome of you
have not enough faith in their return!
You do not know how to shake hands
with a prodigul; you do not know how to
pray for him: you do not know how tc
greet hltn. He wunts to sail into the warm
gulf stream of Christian sympathy. You
are the iceberg ugalnst which he strikes
and shivers. You say he has been a prod
Igal. I know it, but you aro the sour, un
responsive, censorious, suturnlpe, crank}
older brotber, and if you ure going tc
heaven one would think some pecplf
would be tempted togo to perdition to get
away from you.
Pleuty of room for elegant sinners, for
sinoers in velvet or satin und lace, for sin
ners high salaried, forlcid gloved and pat
ent leathered sinners, for sinners fixed Uf
by hairdresser, pomatumed und lavetidered
nnd cologned aud frizzled uud crimped uud
"banged" sinners—plenty of room!
Such we meet elegantly at the door ol
our churches, and we iuvite them into thf
best seats with Chesterfieldlun gallantries
weusher them into the houso of God unc
put soft Ottomans under their feet und put
a gild edged pruyer book in their bauds
an l pass the contribution box boforo thom
with an atr of apology, while they, th«
generous sou Is, take out tho equlsite porte
monnale antl open it aDd with diamoudei)
finger push down beyond the -310 gold
pieces uud delicately pick out as uu ex
pression of gratitude their offering to the
Lord—of oue ceut! For such sinners plenty
of room, plenty of room!
Again! remark that the senior brother of
my text stands for tho spirit of envy und
jealousy. The senior brother thought that
all the honor they did to the returnee'
brother was a wrong to him. He said, "1
have stuld ut home, and I ought to have
had the ring, and I ought to have hud the
banquet, uud I ought to have hud the gar
lauds."
Alus, for this spirit of envy anu jealous*
comiug down through the nges! Cain unil
Abel, Esuu and Jncob. Haul and David,
Human and Mordecui, Orthello and lugo
Orlando and Angelina, Caligula and Tor
quatus, C:v-ir aud Pompey, Columbu* and
the Spuui->U courtiers, Cambyses uud the
brother ho slew because he wus a better
marksman, Dionyslus und Philoxenius,
whom be slew because be was a bettoi
singer. Jealousy among painters— Clos
rermuti nnd Geoffrey Kueller, Hudson aud
Ileynolds, Fruncia, anxious to see a picture
of Baphuel, llupliaei seuds blm a picture.
Fraucia, seeing it, falls in a fit of jealousy
from which he dies.
Jealousy among authors. How s«ldoni
contemporaries speak of each o'.her. Xeno
pbon and Plato living at the same time,
but from their writings you never would
suppose they heard of each other.
Religious jealousies. The Mohammedans
praying for rain during a drought; no ratu
coming. Theu the Christians begin to pray
for rain, uud the rain comes. Theu the
Mohammeduus met together to account foi
tills, und they resolved that Gad was so
well plensed with their prayers he kept the
drought ou so as to keep them praying, but
that the Christians began to pray and tilt
Lord was so disgusted with their prayers
that He sent rain right away so He would
not bear any more of their supplications.
Ob, this accursed spirit of envy nnd jeal
ousy! Let us stamp it out from till oui
hearts
A wrestler wus so envious of Theogoues,
the prince of wrestlers, that be could not
be consoled iu any way, and after Theog
enes died und a statue wus lifted to him iu
a public place Ills envious autagonlst went
out every night and wrestled with the
statue until oue night be threw it, and ii
foil on him aud crushed him to death. Sc
jealousy is not only absurd, but it i«
killing to the body, and it is killing to tbt
soul.
How seldom It is you find ona merchant
speaking wei) of a merchant iu the same
liue of business. How seldom It is you heai
a physician speaking well of a physlciauon
the same block.
Oh, my friends, the world Is large enough
for all of us! Let us rejoice at the Bticoess
of others. The next best thing to owning
a gardeu ourselves Is to look over the fonct
uud admire the liowers.
The next best thing to riding iu fin<
equipage is to stand on the streets and ad
mire the prauclng span. Tho next best
thing to having a banquet given to our
selves is having u banquet given to oui
prodigal brother that bus come homo tc
ills father's bouse.
Ah, the faco of this pouting elder son is
put before us iu order that we might
better see tlte radiant and forgiving face
of the Futher. Contrasts are mighty. The
artist In sketching the field of Waterloo
years after tbe buttle put a dove in the
inouth of the cannon. Buphaei in one of
bis cartoons beside tbe face of a wretch
put tbe face of a happy and innocent ohild.
And so tbe sour face of this irascible
and disgusted elder brother 1s brought
out in. order that iu tbe contrast we
might better understand the forgiving
and radiant fuce of God. That is the
meaning of it—that God Is ready to tako
back anybody that Is sorry, to take blm
clear back, to take him back forever and
forever and forever, to tnke him buck with
a loving hug, to put a kiss ou Ills parched
lip, a ring on ills bloated hand, au easy
shoe ou bis chafed foot, a garland ou his
bleeding temples and heaven lu his soul.
Ob, I fail flat ou that mercy! Come, my
brother, aud let us get down Into the dust,
resolved never to rise until the Father's
forgiving baud shall lift us.
Oh, whut a God wo havel Bring your
doxoiogies. Come, earth aud heaven, mid
join iu the worship. Cry aloud. Lift the
pulin branches. Do you not feel the
Futher's arm around your neck? Do you
not feel the warm breath of your Futhor
against your cheek? Surreuder, younger
son! Surreuder, elder son! Surrender,
all! Go In to-day aud sit dowu ut the ban
quet. Take a slice of tbe fatted calf, and
afterward, when yju ure seined, with oue
band lu the hand ot tho returned brother
and ttie other hand in the hand of tho re
joicing father, let your heart beat time to
tho clapplag of the cymbal ufid the mellow
voice of the flute. It ismeet that wesbould
make merry ami bo glad, for tills, thy
brother, was dead aud is alive again, lie
xw lost und found.
THE GREAT DESTROYED
SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT
THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE.
The Pitiful Tale or William Brown—Few
Countries Show iWoru Iteconl For De
bauchery. Impoverishment and Crime
Resulting From Drink Than Does Cuba
He was ft man,was neighbor William Brown,
Ttiat nearly everybody liked, and liked
bim well.
[ am sale to say, there was not another man
in town,
(And It's the common, barest truth I toll,)
Thut had as much respect always shown to
him as he,
And it wasn't pushed nor forced, but just
catne naoh'eiy.
Old folks liked him just the same a« yotin?.
And bnble&'d cry to have bim take tbeni
up,
And ho had more friends, and good ones
too, among
The children, and the onlikiiest cur, 01
pup -
Whether man or dog—no odd 3 bow low ot
mean
Would And bim out, like he was their
deen,
lie never oould say "no" when no would
make
Some one feel bad, and "yes" make them
fnel good,
And all kinds of kindest things he'd under
take;
And it was pretty generally known uud
understood,
If he was asked, he'd give away his coat.
And bat, lend a man money, urgo upon ids
note.
Ho married just the nicest girl around.
And be»t off too—her father kept a
store—
The folks they all was glad, for no one con Id
be found
We thought too good for him, and what
was more.
She thought the same, and bejust thought
that she
Could not IJO perfecter, no odds what she
might be.
Now from this on, the heft there Is to sav.
Will not nowise be new nor startling, like
some things,
lie drank u toast upon Ills wedding day—
Strange what results u seeming trifle
brings;
The bride held up her glass with hand as
white as snow
And bado him drink to her, he could not
answer "No."
And somehow that one drink changed the
whole world to him.
lust seemed like some wild beast was
wakened up;
it was known before this time, that from
principle or whim,
He had never tasted wine, and this lirst
awful cup
Was given him by one who loved him last
and best.
And be loved her the same—better than
all the rest.
From that big wedding day—(we ail had
an Invite)
Things never went as they had gone be
fore.
He lost in that one glass all sense o! good
and right.
Of rectitude of life, and the things he'd
set a store
By when he was William Brown, now
counted, so vou'd tbiuk,
Far less to bim, than one good rousin'
drink.
They both are living yet—she with a broken
heart;
He with the wasted years to haunt him
day and night.
Loyal as love can be, she knows the cruel
part
t Unwittingly she played; and with tears to
blind tier sight
| Sbo prays her sobbing ;prayer, a broken
hearted wife,
i He goes his maudlin way—a wasted ruined
life.
—S. B. McMuuus. In Ram's Hum.
Url>l(ln( In Havana.
I do not know how it happen", but a
1 great many American writers, some bign
in authority, have said they nave not oo
served drunkenness here, writes t lie
Havana correspondent of the Chicago Rec
ord. It is difficult for me to understand
this, in the face of an almost dally observa
tion of intoxication. Havana is a place of
cafes. It Is astonishing how large a pro
portion of the people of this city eat at
restaurants. As in Paris, many of these
cafes are open—almost on the sidewalk.
None of them are behind cioso.l doors,
windows or screens. It seems that Havana
must have more of them in proportion to
Its population than has the capital ot
France. Most of them have tbelr bar at
tachment. The bftrs of Havana ure the
"bottle-houses" of old countries—not the
mirrored bars of the State. All the"green
goods" in the place are exposed to view on
shelves behiud the counter. Except in
American bars tbere is no drinking from
bottles benenth the counter, and very lit
tle mixing of drinks. Wlues are the 'com
mon drink ot the country, as lu Italy,
France and some parts of Germany. Most
of the wines are pure Spanish bottled
goods, though some are bottled here.
The patrons of these cafes drink their
wines und coffee freely and indiscrimin
ately. They usually eat when they drink,
tarrying at the table In conversation a
good while at a time, and consequently
street drunkenness is nat observed in any
fair proportion to the amount of drinking
done. This, perhaps, gives some color to
the statement regarding the absence ot
drunkenness. But many do get drunk
just the same, often "drunk and down,"
more often drunk am! Putin a cab to be
taken home to sleep it off. Whisky is not
as commonly used as In tbe States and
otber colder countries, and the immediate
stimulating effects of lighter drinks are
not to be compared witn those experienced
by whisky drinkers. The whisky drluker
beingmore noisy and eiuberant, bis con
duct is likely to attract more attention.
But In no wine-drinking country tliat I
have ever visited have I seeu as much cafe
drunkenness, as much blear-eyedncss, nutl
as much street reeling us right here in non
whUky using Havana. Tbero are Ameri
cans now on this island, who are bad
enough In drink habits, and whc attract a
great deal of unfavorable attention wuen
drinking. But I doubt if any otber couu
try under the sun, so nearly poverty
stricken as this is, can show a worse record
for drinking, debauchery, impoverishment
and crime from liquors of one sort ami an
other. '1 he drinkers makeup in tbe quan
tity tbey consume what difference there is
In quality between whisky and wine.
Temperance Education Bill.
The ladies of the W. C. T. U. of Virginia
have at last boen successful In securing the
passage by the Legislature of a bill requir
ing that the effects of ulcohol and oilier
narcotics on the human system be taught
in every public sobool in the State.
The Crusade in Brief.
Health is the workingman's capilal. In
dulgence in strong drink destroys this cup-
One of the leading dally papers In Frnnce,
Le Temps, culls for a reduction in tho nutu
ber ot saloons in thnt country.
The dozen policemen In South Bethle.
hem, Penn., aro wearing total abstlneuc*
buttons, that beinft one result of a temper
ance revival in the town.
A New Jersey man won a bet tho ntliet
day by drinking a quart ot whisky witliuul
stopping. Unfortunately, however, tlitf
amount won was not large enough to pay
h.U funeral expenses. »—<-