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sand Leagues Under the Sea"
does not seem such a startling
excursion into the domain of
fancy after all in view of the achieve
ment of the Holland submarine tor
pedo boat Fulton, which lay at the
bottom of Peconic Bay, off the com
pany's plant at New Suffolk, L. 1.,
for fifteen hours on a recent Saturday
night.
All preparations for the test were
In order early on Saturday evening
and at 7.30 there passed down through
her compauionwa.v, forward of the tur
ret, Rear-Admiral John Lowe, retired;
Lieutenant Arthur Mac Arthur, Com-
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USE OF COMPRESSED AIR.
The air is held iu air llaslcs under pressure of over 2000 pounds to the
equal'*, inch. The automatic valve allows sufficient air to escape to keep
the air pure and breathable. When the air from the flasks is used to pump
water from the tanks it is turned on and passes through pipes shown in
black lines, and enters water tanks at O O O, filling the tanks with air,
fotcing the water out at the bottom of tank at outlets. If they' use the air
compresser it pumps air out of the boat nest to the floor, and this foul air
is pumped into the tanks at XXX, and forces water out. It can also be
pumped out at the outlet B.
ruauder of the torpedo boat Winslow;
Caprain Frank T. Cable, navigator for
the Holland Company; John Wilson,
machinist; John Saunders, engineer,
and Henry Morrell, electrician. The
heavy iron hatch was closed over them
and after it was securely fastened, the
Fultou sank slowly, steadily and even
ly out of sight. Before going down
the men had eaten a hearty dinner and
MEN WHO SPENT A NIGHT UNDER WATER
IN THE SUBMARINE BOAT FULTON.
John Wilson, mate; Frank T. Cable,
captain: il. H. Morrell, electrician; Lieu
tenant Mac Arthur, standing.
John Saunders, engineer, and Charles
Bergli, boatswain, seated.
hud with them their luncheon and
breakfast. Sunday morning promptly
at 10.30, the huge craft rose to the
surface so suddenly as almost to
startle the many people who had gath
ered on the shore to witness the linish
of the test. The conning tower was
not opened for several minutes after
the Fulton came to the surface, so one
of the workmen swung out to her by
the derrick and peered in through the
heavy glass windows, • then shouted
ashore that all was well. When the
tower cover opened Captain Cable's
head was the first thrust up to view.
He saluted the watchers who had
been ashore all night, aud remarked
that if lie had know the weather was
BO very bad above water he would
have remained under a while longer.
The vessel was six feet under water,
and the occupants were not aware
of the terrific storm that raged above.
Captain Cable said:
"We had no apparatus to indicate
the condition of the atmosphere, but
depended on our own feelings. The
boat is over sixty-three feet long and
it was the ordinary air of the interior
that we breathed. We had a Kood
THE FULTON GOING AT FULL S FEED ON THE SURFACE OF THE
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supply of literature and enough food "Main, one, one, double one."
to furnish us two good meals We "Oh, I didn't want to talk to any
played euchre a little and spun yarns, body. I only wanted to find out to set-
The work done by the French and tie a bet, how you would call that par
English submarine boats was di*- ticular number. I've lost. Good bye.'f
cuesed. This test exceeds anything —Chicago Tribune.
accomplished by tL<; other boats. We
have done something never done In the
world before. We need not have come
up as soon as we did, but the fifteen
hours were over and that was the time
record we had set out to make. I be
lieve that with the twelve flasks we
could have stayed down there three
months.
"We have proved that we can stay
under water for fifteen hours. Our
motor will carry us 140 miles, so it
would be possible togo nghc troru
New Suffolk to New York City and
travel the enlire distance under water,
coming to the surface only occasionally
to take our observations. Using our
electricity economically we could do
this. Our motor is of seventy-horse
power, but our 1-10-liorse power gas
engine would carry us further. It Is
only a question of the supplies we can
carry."
Captain Cable believes that he has
found a way to solve the problem of
protecting the occupants of a sub-
marine boat from the danger of as
phyxiation while under water. The
most serious objection to the use of
submarine bouts is the danger of suf
focation from the fumes generated
by the gasoline engine used to pro
pel the boat on the surface and to
furnish power for the dynamo which
produces the electricity stored for
lighting and for submarine propul
sion.
While no serious results have so
far followed the presence of the gas
in the Holland boats, it is always
feared, mainly because it presence
cunnot be detected by any means at
the command of Captain Cable and
his men. A Washington scientist has
said that the gas is either carbon
dioxide or carbon monoxide. It is
necessary to know which, in order to
provide means of counteracting it.
It is -igured that mice feel the effect
of those gases, which are odorless
and tasteless, twenty times more
quickly than men.
Captain Cable suggested that mice
be introduced into the Fultou. He
was told that if a mouse were to in
hale either of the gases an examina
tion of the corpuscles of its blood
would furnish the desired informa
tion. The absence of food of any
kind for mice, excepting small quan
tities of oil kept in patent cans,
has made rodents unknown on sub
marine boats. Accordingly, Captain
Cable has secured half a dozen white
mice, each in a little cage, and they
now form part of the equipment of
the Fulton.
l.ost the ltot.
"Hello, Central!"
"Hello!"
"How would you call 'Main, 'leven
hundred and 'levenV"
"What?"
"Four ones?"
"What do you want?"
"Or would you say 'one, one, one,
one?' "
"I don't quite catch you. Say it
again."
"Or would it be one thousand one
hundred and eleven?"
"Can't you speak plainer?"
"I'm asking you how to call Main
e-lev-en liun-dred and e-lev-en. Get
that?"
"O. you mean one, one, double one?"
"Thanks."
"Here it is."
-±lere what is?"
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I ODDEST OF ALL MAUSOLEUMS. §
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IN civilization as well as iu sav
agery man has Indulged weird
fancies in liis ornamentations of
the sepulcher. Even in the most
barbarous climes and times much
thought was given to embellishments
of the graves of beloved dead. Many
of the wonders of the world have been
sarcophagi. The Pyramids are but
repositories for the bones of Egypt
ian royalty; the Catacombs vast
sleeping cars for the Romans' and
early Christians' last dreamless slum
ber. Throughout the world, by the
side of liis arches of triumph, man
has erected mausoleums and tombs.
Iu the heart of Vermont, in the shad
ow of the snow-clad or moss-mantled
Green Mountains, stands a unique
sepulcher erected by devoted wealth,
at the cost of many thousands of dol
•ars, called the Laurel Glen Mauso
leum. Throughout that part of New
England known as the Marble State,
the name of Cuttingsville stands only
for this mausoleum; the rude hamlet
has but one pride, oue distinction, it
holds a tomb! Is this symbolic of a
dying State, whose population is de
serting its hills and dales to help col
onize the whole country?
An opulent New Yorker had sought
solitude in this picturesque village for
several summers, and had built for his
ase a splendid mansion. But his last
loved one was taken away by death,
and the only consolation remaining
was to leave his history iu marble.
And so John P. Bowman erected a
magnificent memorial to his family,
which is now visited by tourists from
ill parts of the country.
A whole year's time and the labor
3f 12a men were employed upon this
Greek temple, reared amid the green
shrubbery in this lovely valley among
ilie mountaius which encompass Ver
mont In this tomb were used 175
:ons of granite, fifty tons of marble,
ind 120,000 bricks. Its dimensions are
IS by 25 feet, and it is twenty feet
high. Each block* of granite weighs
from three to six tons. The exterior
decorations are Greek foliage with a
laurel frieze. Within the portal is
closed by a granite door of oue slab
weighing 0500 pounds.
But the conspicuous and grewsome
feature of this mausoleum is the life
sized statute of Mr. Bowman himself,
standing hat in hand, with one foot
upon the step, about to enter the tomb,
lie holds a wreath ot marble immor
telles, and a huge key with which to
unlock the chamber of death. With
in, upon pedestals, are busts of him
self, his wife, his beautiful daughter,
aud, in the centre, his baby, its plump
limbs sinking into a cushion, tls
chubby arms extended to its mother,
cold and rigid iu unresponsive marble.
These were wrought in Italy from
finest Parian marble (as was his own
figure) and are of immense value.
Two long mirrors give the illusion
of vast corridors filled with busts and
statues of dazzling whiteness. By
this optical Illusion thirty halls may
be seen. Rich sculptures, bronze
traceries and ornaments fill the sep
ulcher.
A nightly illumination is produced by
six bronze candelabra, bearing pyra
mids of wax caudles, which shed a
weird light and give a solemn atmos
phere to this place of death.
Upon a rolling terrace, conspicuous
from all directions, stands this mauso
leum, with its owner ever entering its
portal, yet never going beyoud the
threshold. Rare exotics adorn the
lawn in summer and a conservatory is
kept up solely for the decoration of
the tomb in winter.
The cost of this sarcophagus is sup
posed to be enormous, but no records
can be discovered. The founder left
$50,000 for the sole purpose of having
the grounds and the tomb cared for
perpetually. Six trustees guard tliis
legacy, and one of their number en
joys the castle once occupied by the
Bowman family. It faces the mortu
ary, and in It are the elegaut furnish
ings just as they were used by the
erratic owner. Oriental colors, wood
work iu pale blues, reds and blacks,
statues and relies brought from Italy
to the region of deep snows, speak of
a luxury foreign to austere and pro
vincial Vermout.
The tomb was completed before the
death of the founder. What melan
choly satisfaction he experienced in
viewing his own marble Image for
ever ascending the steps that led to
the cold clay and colder marble pre
sentments of his wife and children
can only be surmised. He has made
the village nestled in the mountains
under the shadow of Killington a
point for curiosity seekers, and the life
and death story of his own obscure
family well-nigh imperishable. Per- j
haps to have done this seemed to him '
worthy of having lived.-—Winulfred
Harper Cooley.
New White House Livery*
A cockade of red, white and blue
is the most noticeable feature of the
new White House livery, although the
National colors are in evidence
throughout the costume iu which the
President's coachman and footman ap- ]
peared for the first time.
The coats and the trousers are of
heavy dark blue vicuna, the best qual
THE PRESIDENT'S COACHMAN.
Ity of goods obtainable being used.
The outer seams of the trousers are
bound with a white cord.
The long paddock driving coat, which
terminates midway between knee and
ankle, is of "military" cut and has a
snug waist and broad, square shoul
ders. The skirt lias a decided fiare.
Down the front from the tight-fitting,
narrow collar to the waistline run par
allel lines of silver buttons.
Underneath the coat is worn a long
sleeved tunic of the same material as
the other garments and fastened in
front by a single row of silver buttons.
Mrs. Roosevelt selected the material
and the pattern for the livery. The
order was given to a fashionable New
York livery tailor.
Henry Perriu. the President's coach
man, and Iteeder, the footman, were
highly elated when, clad for the first
time in their new livery, they mounted
the box of the smart new surrey and
took Mrs. Roosevelt aud Miss Alice
Ituuse\ elt for a drive.
Folding Decoy*.
The gunner traveling over the eoun
try from one spot to another finds the
transportation of his decoys a serious
matter. While their weight is not
great, their bulk is considerable, and
a large box is required to accommo
date a small number of the decoys. A
FOLDING DECOY.
folding decoy has been devised by
Joseph Coudon, which represents a
great economy of space, and is said
to be just as, effective in use as the
old type. The decoys are made of
wood, about three-eighths of an inet
iu thickness, and three of them arc
bunched together, two being attached
to the third by a wire which holds
them apart from each other when it)
use and permits of their beiug brought
compactly together for storage. A bos
tlx 10x20 inches will hold oue dozen ol
these decoys. Iu actual service an
anchor Is attached to the foremost
bird.
A Statue WJth Parasol.
A bronze statue of a lady carrying
a parasol is rather unusual among
works of art, but such a casting has
recently been unveiled to the late Em
press of Austria. It is situated in a
small National park iu Hungary, iu
which the late Empress was very fond
of hunting and riding.—New York Her
ald.
The Alps cover a space of 90,000
square miles. In them rivers have
i their source, flowing into the North
i S#a. Black Sea and Mediterranean.
DR. TALMAGES SERMON
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: Treasons Taught bj the Nativity—
On That OhriAtmas Night God Hon
ored Motherhood—A tribute to Science
—Moat Famous Night In History.
WASHINGTON, D. C.—The discourse of
Dr. Talmage is full of the nativity and ap
propriate for the holidays; test, Luke ii.
16, "And they came with haste and found
Mary and Joseph and the babe lying in a
manger."
The black window shutters of a Decem
ber night were thrown open, and some of
the best singers of a world where they all
sing stood there and. putting back the
drapery of a cloud, chanted a peace an
them until all the echoes of hill and val
ley applauded and encored the halleluiah
chorus. Come, let us go into that Christ
mas scene as though we had never before
worshiped at the manger. Here is a Ma
donna worth looking at. 1 wonder not
that the most frequent name in all lands
and in all Christian countries is Mary.
And there are Marys in palaces and
Marys in cabins, and, though German and
French and Italian and Spanish and Eng
lish pronounce it differently, they are all
namesakes of the one whom we find on a
bed of straw, with her pale face against
the soft cheek of Christ in the night of the
nativity. All the great painters have tried,
on canvas, to present Mary and her child
an.d the incidents of that most famous
night in the world's history. Raphael ,in three
different masterpieces, celebrated them.
Tintoretto and Ghirlandajo surpassed
themselves in the adoration of the Magi.
Correggio needed to do no more than his
Madonna to become immortal. The "Ma
donna of the Lily," by Leonardo da Vinci,
will kiudle the admiration of all ages. But
all the galleries of Dresden are forgotten
when I think of the small room of that
gallery containing the "Sistine Madonna."
Yet all of them were copies of St. Mat
thew's Madonna and Luke's Madonna, the
inspired Madonna of the old book which
We had put into our hands when we were
infants, and that we hope to have under
our heads when we die.
Behold, in the first place, that on the
first night of Christ's life God honored the
brute creation. You cannot get into that
Bethlehem barn without going past the
camels, the mules, the dogs, the oxen. The
brutes of that stable heard the first cry of
the infant Lord. Some of the old painters
represent the oxen and camels kneeling
that night before the new-born babe. And
well might thev kneel! Have you ever
thought that Christ came, among other
things, to alleviate the sufferings of the
brute creation? Was it not appropriate
that He should, during the first few days
and nights of His life on earth, be sur
rounded by the dumb beasts, whose moan
and plaint and hellowing have for ages been
ft prayer to God for the arresting of their
tortures and the righting of their wrongs?
Not a kennel in all the centuries, not a
bird's nest, not a worn-out horse on tow
path, not a herd freezing in the poorly
built cow-pen, not a freight car in sum
mer time bringing the beeves to market
without water through a thousand mi'es
of agony, not a surgeon's witnessing the
struggles of fox or rabbit or pigeon or dog
in the horrors of vivisection but has an in
terest in the fact that Christ was born in
a stable surrounded by brutes.
Standing then, as I imagine now I do.
in that Bethlehem night, with an infant
Christ on the one side and the speechless
creatures of God on the other, I cry:
Look out how you strike the rowel into
that horse's side; take off that curbed bit
from that bleeding mouth; remove that
saddle from that raw back; shoot not for
fun that bird that is too small for food:
forget not to put water into the cage of
that canary; throw out some crumbs to
those birds caught too far north in the
winter's inclemency; arrest that man who
is making that one horse draw a load
heavy enough for three; rush in upon that
scene where boys are torturing a cat or
transfixing butterfly and grasshopper;
drive not off that old robin, for her nest
is a mother's cradle and under her wing
there may be three or four musicians o!
the sky iii training. In your families and
in your schools teach the coming genera
tion more mercy than the present genera
tion has ever shown, and in this marvelous
Bible picture of the nativity, while you
point out lo them the angel, show them
alto the camel, and while they hear the
celestial chant let them also hear the
cow's moan.
Beho'd also in this Bible scene how on
that Christmas night God honored child
hood. Childhood was to be honored by
that advent. He must have a child's light
limbs and a child's dimpled hand and a
child's beaming eye and a child's flaxen
hair, and babynood was to be honored for
all time to come, aud a eradle was to mean
more than a grave. Mighty God! May
the reflection of that one child's face be
seen in all infantile faces!
Enough have all those fathers and moth
ers on hand if they have a child in the
house. A throne, a crown, a scepter, a
kingdom, under charge. Be careful how
you strike him across the head, jarring
the brain. What you say to him will be
centennial and a thousand years will not
stop the echo and re-echo. Do not say,
"It is only a child." Rather say, "It is
only an immortal." It is only a master
piece of Jehovah. It is only a being that
shall outlive sun and moon and star and
ages quadriennial. God has infinite re
sources, and He ean give presents of great
value, but when He wants to give the rich
est possible gift to a household He looks
around all the worlds and all the un'verse
itnd then gives a child. Yea, in all ages
God has honored childhood. He makes
almost everv picture a failure unless there
be a eh'ld either playing on the floor or
looking through the window or seated on
the lap gazing into the face of the mother.
It was a child in Naaman's kitchen that
told the great Syrian warrior where he
might go aud get cured of the leprosy
ivhich at his seventh plunge in the Jordan
was left at the bottom of the river. It.
was to the cradle of leaves in which a child
was lain, rocked by the Nile, that God
called the attention of history. It was a
sick child that evoked Christ's curative
sympathies. It was a child that Christ set
in the midst of the squabbling disciples to
teach the lesson of humility. A child de
cided Waterloo, showing the army of Blu
cher how it could take a =hort cut through
the fields when, if the old road had been
followed, the Prussian general would have
come up too late to save the destinies of
Europe. It was a child that decided Get
tysburg, he having overheard two Confed
erate generals in a conversation in which
they derided to march for Gettysburg in
stead of Harrishurg, and, this reported to
Governor Curtin, the Federal forces
started to meet their opponents at Gettys
burg. And to-dav the child is to decide
all the great battles, make all the laws,
settle all the destinies and usher in the
world's salvation or destruction. Men,
women, nations, all earth and all heaven,
behold the child!
Notice also that in this Bible night
Fcenc God honored science. YY ho are the
throe wise men kneeling before the Divine
Infant? Not boors, not ignoramuses, but
Caspar. Rathasar and Melchior, men who
knew all that was to be known. They were
the Isaac Newtons and Herschels and Far
adays of their time. Their alchemy was
the" forerunner of our sublime chemistry,
their astrology the mother of our magnifi
cent astronomy, and when I see these
scientists bowing befpre the beautiful
babe I see the prophecy of the time when
all the telescopes and microscopes, and all
the Lcyden jars, and all the electric bat
teries, and all the observatories, and all
the universities shall bow to Jesus. It is
*iuch that wav alreadv. Where is the col
lege that docs not have morning
thus bowing at the manger? Who have
been the greatest physicians? Omitting
the names of the living lest we shouid be
invidious, have we not had among them
Christian men like James Y. Simpson and
Rush and Valentine Mott and Abercrom
bie and Aberncthy? Who have been oui
greatest scientists? Joseph Henry, who
lived and died in the faith of the gospels,
and Agassiz, who, standing with his stu
dents among the hills, took off his hat and
said, outig gentlemen, before we study
these rocks let us pray for wisdom to the
God who made the rocks." All geology
will yet bow before the lioek of Ages. All
botany will yet worship the Rose of Sha
ron. All astronomy will yet recognize the
Star of Bethlehem.
Behold, also, in that first Christmas
night that God honored the fields. Come
in, shepherd boys, to Bethlehem and see
the child. "No!" they say; "we are not
dressed good enough to come in." "Yes,
you are; come in." Sure enough, the
storms and the night dtw and the bram
bles have made rough work with their ap
parel. but none has a batter right to come
in. They were the first to hear the music
of that Christmas night. The first an
nouncement of a Saviour's birth was made
to those men in the fields. There were
wiseacres that night in Bethlehem and
Jerusalem snoring in deep sleep, and there
were salaried officers of government who,
hearing of it afterward, may have thought
that they ought to have had the first news
of such a great event, some one dismount
ing from a swift camel at their door and
knocking till at some sentinel's question,
"Who comes there'.'" the great ones of the
palace might have been told of the celes
tial arrival. No; the shepherds heard the
first two bars of the music, the first in the
major key and the last in the subdued mi
nor. "Glory to God in the highest and on
earth peace, good will to men!" Ah, yes,
the field; were honored!
The old shepherds with plaid and crook
have for the most part vanished, but we
have grazing 011 our United States pasture
fields and prairie about 42,000,000 sheep,
and all their keepers ought to follow the
shepherds of my text, and all those who
toil in fields, all vine dressers, all orchard
ist3, all husbandmen. Not only that Christ
mas night, but all up and down the world's
history God has been honoring the fields.
Nearly all the messiahs oi' reform and lit
erature and eloquence and law and benev
olence have come from the fields. Wash
ington from the fields. Jefferson from the
fields. The Presidential martyrs. Garfield
and Lincoln and McKinley, from the
fields. Daniel Webster from the fields.
Martin Luther from the fields. Before
this world is right the overflowing popu
lations of our crowded cities will have to
take to the fields. Instead of ten mer
chants in rivalry as to who shall sell that
one apple we want at least eight of them
togo out and raise apples. Instead of ten
merchants desiring to sell that one bushel
of wheat, we want at least eight of them
togo out and raise wheat. The world
wants now more hard hands, more bronzed
cheeks, more muscular arms. To the fields!
God honored them when He woke up the
shepherds by the midnight anthem, and
He will, while the world lasts, continue to
honor the fields. When the shepherd's
crook was that famous night stood against
the wall of the Bethlehem khan, it was a
prophecy of the time when thrasher's flail
and farmer's plow and woodman's axe
and ox's yoke and sheaf binder's rake shall
surrender to the God who made the coun
try. as man made the town.
Behold, also, that on that Christmas
night God honored motherhood. Two an
gels on their wings might have brought an
infant Saviour to Bethlehem without
Mary's being there at all. When the vil
lagers on the morning of December 28
awoke, by divine arrangement and in soma
unexplained way the child Jesus might
have been found in some comfortable cra
dle of the village. But no, no! Mother
hood for all time was to be consecrated,
and one of the tenderest relations was to
be tiie maternal relation and one of the
sweetest words, "mother." In all ages
God has honored goo ! motherhood. John
Wesley hail a good mother: St. Bernard
had a good mother; Doddridge, a good
mother; Walter Scott, a good mother;
Benjamin We::, a good mother. In a
great audie.ace, most of whom were Chris
tian-', t asked that all those who had been
blessed of Christian mothers arise, and
almost the entire assembly food up. Do
you not see how important it is that all
motherhood be consecrated? Why d;d Ti
tian. the Italian artist, when he sketched
the Madonna make it an Italian face?
Why did Rubens, the German artist, in
his Madonna make it a German face?
Why did Joshua Reynolds, the English
artist, in his Madonna make it an English
face? Why did Murillo, the Spanish art
ist, in his Madonna make it a Spanish
face? I never heard, but I think they
took their own mothers as the type of
Mary, the mother of Christ. When you
hear some one in sermon or oration speak
in the abstract of a good, faithful, honest
mother, your eyes fill up with tears while
you say to yourself, "That was my moth
er."
The first word a child utters is apt to
be "mother," and the old man in hie dy
ing dream calls: "Mother! Mother!" It
matters not whether she was brought up
in the surroundings of a city and in afflu
ent home, and was dressed appropriately
with reference to the demands of modern
life or whether she wore the old-time cap
and great, round spectacles and apron of
her own make and knit your socks with
her own needles seated by the broad fire
place, with great backlog ablaze, on a win
ter night. It matters not how many wrin
kles crossed and recrossed her face or how
much ber shoulders stooped with the bur
dens of a long life. If you painted a Ma
donna, hers would be the face. What a
gentle baud she had when we were sick,
and what a voice to soothe pain, and was
there any one who could so fill up a room
with peace and purity and light? And
what ft sad day that was when we came
home and she could greet us not, for her
lips were forever still! Come back, moth
er, in these Christmas times and take
vour old place, and, as ten or twenty or
fifty years ago. come and open the old
Bible as you used to; read and kneel in the
same place where you used to pray and
look upon us, as of old, when you wished
us a merry Christmas or a happy New
Year! But, no! That would not be fair
to call you back. You had troubles enough
while you were here. Tarry by the throne,
mother, till we join you there, your pray
ers all answered, and in the eternal home
stead of our God we shall again keen
Christmas jubilee together. But speak
from vour thrones, all you glorified moth
ers, and say to all these, your sons and
daughters, words of love, words of warn
ing, words of cheer. They need your voice,
for they have traveled far and with many
a heartbreak since you left them, and you
do well to call from the heights of heaven
to the valleys of earth. Hail, enthroned
ancestry! We are coining! Keep a place
right beside you at the banquet!
"Slow footed years! More swiftly run
Into the gold of that setting sun.
Homesick we are for thee,
Calm land beyond the sea."
[Copyright. 1901, L. Klopsch.l
Fit Companions.
The scientist, more anxious to vindicate
his theory than to discover the secrets of
nature, is a fit companion to the believer
who is more concerned in defending Ins
creed than in learning the will of God.—
Rev. L. Walter Mason, Unitarian, Pitts
burg.
The Truest Interpreter.
Home is the truest interpreter of life.
What one is at home is what he will be in
eternity. There character reveals itself,
and the real man is as he seems.—Presby
terian.