: |Tells the World's Time | i J J Remarkable Clock Invented by» J J -» ■> PUMUIU oniclal. «• General Carlos Albnn, Military Gov ernor of the Department of Panama, Colombia, Is very proud of a clock that TELLS THE TIME ALL OVER TIIE WORLD. stands in his reception room in the city ! of Panama. The difference between this clock and | Ihose usually seen is that it indicates | * . 3 first of Our pros §chools. F i F «WTT'WT<rTrT?'w , Tr'^rw''sr?!rK To celebrate the establishment in Hampton, Va., of tlie first free school on American soil the citizens of that historic town arranged an elaborate program for February 12, when the new Syms-Baton Academy, the large modern public: school which has just been completed, was dedicated in honor AMERICA'S FIBST PUBLIC SCHOOL. (The Syms-Eaton Sclioolhouse as it appeared from 1842 to 1801.) of the two Virginians who first made j possible the free education of all j classes in this country. Nearly 3001 years ago—as far bael; as 1034, to be I specific—Benjamin Syms willed to tiie i parish of "Iviquotam (later Kecough- ' UUTTOUTTOUITOUU utra§B P Q gThe McKinley Monument. 3 p a View of Site ir\ Westlawn Cemetery, ct Q[ 1 p Canton, Ohio. Cj The mound where the body of William McKinley will eventually lie and above which will be reared the memorial of the people of the United States, is in the farthest section of Westlawn Ceni MOUND ON WHICH THE NATIONAL MONUMENT TO M'KINLEY j WILL BE ERECTED. etery, Canton, Ohio. Without a ques- J Hon, it Is the most beautiful spot in j the cemetery. Senator Charles W. i Fairbanks, of Indiana, one of the tins-1 tees of the Melvinley National Me- j rnorial Association, which is raising j the funds for the memorial tomb, Tho First Mos of tlip Laud. At Oyster Bay .Tack was simply the yellow dog of the Roosevelt family. Now he is Jack lloosevelt, the tirst dog in the land. lie has no pedigree, but the White House is his playground, and the East ltoom, the Blue Koom, the diplomatic room, and, in fact, every corner of the White House, even the Cabinet room, receive daily visits, lie seems to feel the Importance of his po sition. He is reserved—painfully so— dignilied and distant. He obeys only the commands of the Roosevelt chil dren and Pinkney, tho White House steward. lie has the greatest contempt for the policemen and ushers, and never has been known to make friends the exact hour in all the principal cities in the world at the same time. The hour hand does not revolve independ ently, but is permanently attached to the dial, which turns with it. By a very simple arrangement the clock is made to show the time in Paris, Vien na and other centres, as well as in Panama. Arrows are drawn upon the dial, with the names of different cities, so placed as to indicate the exact dif ference in time between these places i and Panama. As the dial revolves the j arrows indicate the hour and minute | in a dozen cities, while the black hand I gives Panama time. tan, and now Elizabeth City County, Virginia), a tract of 200 acres of land and the milk from eight cows'for the purpose of endowing a free school in which the youth of that day, resident of the county, might receive a free ed ucation." One month later Thomas Eaton, another philanthropist of the period, "patented" 2570 acres of land at the head of Back River, which he decreed should lie devoted to the school fund already established by Benjamin Synis. That was the modest beginning of the greatest public school system in the world, and to the memory of these j public spirited men a monument has j just been erected in Hampton in the I shape of the large and completely j equipped public school referred to, I which has been named the Syms-Ea ' ton Academy. said, when he first beheld it, that it was"the finest spot out of doors in all the world." The mound rises in a gentle slope about seventy-five feet from the little stream that lies at its feet, and curves in a similar graceful sweep to the east. A carriage road lies at its base ut the edge of the water, and another one raotints the hill and circles it at the back. It is proposed to use about live acres of the mound—its very best part, in fact— which will give ample room for the stately tomb that will be erected there, - ; and for the spread of greensward to > i relieve and soften it. i Until tile memorial tomb is built the j ! iiody of William McKinley will lie in j j the public receiving vault, where It was j i placed on September IS, the day of the I | funeral. with one of the many persons whe | daily seek his confidence and the per j mission to pat his head. In appear ance Jack is anything but prepossess- | lug. Once in a while he accompanies ; Miss Alice Koosevclt when she goes ! for a drive, but he is not over fond ot driving, and generally bolts when hei carriage comes round.—New York Her ald. Of every three persons in Berlin, Germany, one lias a savings-bank ac count; or, more accurately, ten of everj twenty-seven. Some men ought to take a day ofl ! and get acquainted with themselves, j 1 NEW PORTO RICO EMBLEM. ® Coat of Arm n Recently Decided Upon by tho ComiMttee. The coat of nrms adopted for Porto Rico is a departure from the style fol _ j lowed b.v the different States of the j j United States, and was decided upon a I after lons discussion by the committee. POE7O RICAN COAT OF ARMS. | The old seal of Porto lUco, granted by ; Spain about the middle of the sixteenth j century, presented three lending feat i tires, a rock in the ocean, the lamb of ' St. John and design of the Spanish flag I and castle. The shape of the shield | was retained, and also ihe rock, after j being remodelqd as to copy, with some ' | exaggeration, the contour of the island ' j as it appears to the voyager before en -1 j tering the harbor of San Juan. Behind I the rock is shown the rising sun. | The choice of a crest presented a dif . tlculty. Xo heraldic animal was sug -1 j gested as having a peculiar local sig -1 I nifleance except the gamecock, whose i j present popularity the Government is i trying to suppress. No suitable tree was suggested. The bust of Columbus I was considered, but it was regarded Ins lacking inartistic effect. One of his I caravels was found to make a striking I effect abov'e the shield, and It was I adopted. Concerning a motto the committee I decided that Spanish was out of the | question, but English was such an un known tongue that Latin was chosen. Many mottoes were submitted, but the successful suggestion came from a Washington woman, and almost simul taneously from Dr. David J. Ilill, As sistant Secretary of States. It is from, i Ovid: "Prospera lux oritur," which, I translated, means: "A happy day is lawning." ELECTRIC EXERCISER. i r*alr or Dumb-bells Connected Witli a Mattery. In the accompanying picture is shown a novelty in apparatus for the exercise of the muscles, combining the applica tion of the electric current with the j handling of Indian clubs or dumb- ACTS ON THE ML'SCLES WHILE IN MOTION hells. The inventor claims tlint the ap plication of electricity to the body and muscles while exercising with the clubs or dumb-bells will be found of great advantage, in that the current acts on j the muscles while in motion, and thus ; tends to compensate for the weariness . I A POPULAR SONG ILLUSTRATED. < ) Vx>j f*~z47 *, J£-L 4S-"' ff 'Sr U-X <*JL 1 /'"GOOD-BYE '\ .. [\ j s*C sr\ / •' da-rlino,! « On vi " j x t —lndi&napo'.is J«uma produced by the vigorous handling of r the exercising devices. The apparatus comprises an induction coll and battery contained in a case secured to the body ' by a belt, with wires leading to the clubs for connection with the metallic ! tubes forming the grips or handles. 1 The wires are of sufficient length to permit the free use of the apparatus, and variations in the strength of the current are obtained by adjusting the sliding cord of the induction coll, which adapts the exerciser for the use of children or. adults. The patent on i this device has *-"> en granted to Alfred Olson. WHEELED CRUTCHES. Combination Holling and Walking Chad For Invalids. Professor Eulcnberg, of the Universi ty of Berlin, has invented a very inge nious combination rolling and walking chair for invalids, as shown In the ac- | companylng illustration. The cratches are provided with spring bearings, and WHEELED CRUTCH. can be adjusted so as to fit any person. The same is the case with the guide bar. Tho whole mechanism of the combination chair Is very simple, and WHEELED CRUTCH AS CHAIR. the walking chair can easily be . changed into a rolling chair whenever the patient desires so. All wheels have indla rubber tires; the bars are of steel, and the seat of rush braids. Economy 111 Gloves. 1 "Men pride themselves on their su- I perior economy," says a well known j young Washington matron, "but It Is without good grounds. Take gloves, i for Instance. You buy more gloves in : a year than I do, and you are not well- j gloved half the time. You put a pair | on when you buy them and get the j fingers twisted. As a result, they nevei I look well, there is a strain on the j seams, they rip, and in a few weeks : they are thrown aside, soiled and | spoiled. Now, take your first lesron In glove economy. Buy good gloves and have them fitted on by the clerk It is the first fitting that counts. After j that they will goon all right. "Xever wear tlje same pair two days 1 In succession. Straighten them out at night and give them a rest for a day. Four times! a year gather up y6ur gloves and have them cleaned and pressed for fifteen cents a pair. You j will find that your glove bill will be cut in two. But always get good gloves. I bought a pair of reindeer driving gloves in London four years 1 ago.nnd paid a guinea for them. They i are still serviceable. When they are ; soiled I put them In a basin and wash i them with soap and water, and they j i dry out as good as ever."—Washington , i a Post. I DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: Erery Mall Has a Lion to Fight When Contending Against an Kvll lllibit You Stand In an Immense Circle of Sympathy— Clouds of Witnesses. WASHINGTON, D. C.—This discourse of Dr. Talmage is full of inspiring thoughts for those who find life a struggle, mid shows that we have many celestial sym- texts, Hebrews xii, 1, "Seeing We also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses;" I Corinthians xv, 32, "I luve fought with .leasts at Ephesus." Crossing the Alps by the Mont Cenis pass or through the Mont Cenis tunnel, you are in a few hours set down at Vero na, Ita"'\ and in a few minutes begin ex amining mo of the grandest ruins of the world, ihe Amphitheatre. The whole building sweeps around you in a circle. You stand in the arena where the combat was once fought or the race run, and on nil sides the seats rise, tier above tier, un til you count t'orty elevations or galleries, as I shall see tit to call them, in which sat the Senators, the kings and the 25,000 ex i cited spectators. At the sides of the arena I and under the galleries are the cages in which the lions and tigers are kept with out food until, frenzied with hunger and thirst, they are let out upon some poor victim, who, with his sword and alone, is condemned to meet them. I think that Paul himself once stood in such a place, and that it was not only figuratively, but literally, that he had "louglit with beasts at Ephesus." The gala day has come. From all the world the people are pouring into Verona. ! Men. women and children, orators and | Senators, great men and small, thousands I upon thousands come, until the first gal i lerv is full, and the second, the third, the i fourth, the fifth—all the way up to the i twentieth, all the way up to the thirtieth, ! all the way up to the fortieth. Every place I is filled. Immensity of audience sweeping the great circle. Silence. The time for the i contest has come. A Roman official leads ! forth the victim into the arena. Let him get his sword with firm grip into his right hand. The 20,000 sit breathlessly watch ing. I hear the door at the side of the arar.i creak open. Out plunges the half starved lion, his tongue athirst for blood, end with a roar that brings all the galler ies to their feet he rushes against the sword of the combatant. Do you know how strong a stroke a man will strike wVn lo's life denends upon the first thrust of his blade? The wild beast, lame and bleeding, slinks back toward the side of the arena; then rallying his wasted strength he conies up with fiercer eye and more terrible roar than ever, only to be driven back with a fatal wound, while the combatant comes in with stroke after stroke until the monster is dead at his feet, and tho 23,000 clap their hands and utter a shout that makes the city tremble. Sometimes the audience came to see a race; sometimes to see gladiators fight each other, until the people, compassionate for the fallen, turned their thumbs up as an appeal that the vanquished be spared, and sometimes %iie combat was with wild beasts. To one of the Roman amphitheatrieal audiences of 100.000 people Paul refers when lie says, "We are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses." The direct reference in the last passage is made to a race; hut elsewhere having discussed that. I take now Paul's favorite idea of ■the Christian life as a combat. The fact is that every Christian man has n lion to fieht. Yours is a bad temper. ■The rrates of the arena have been opened, nnd this tiger has come out to destroy your soul. It has lacerated you with many a wound. You have been thrown by it time and again, but in the strength of God you have arisen to drive it back. I verily be lieve you will conquer. I think that the temptation is getting weaker and weaker. You have given it so many wounds t.'iat the prospect is that it will die, and you shall be victor, through Christ. Courage, brother! Do not let the sands of the arena drink the blood of your soul! Your lion is the passion for strong drink. You may have contended against it for twenty years, but it is strong of body and thirsty of tongue. You have tried to tight it back with broken bottle or empty wine flask. Nay, that is not the weapon. With one horrible roar he will seize thca by the threat and rend thee limb from limb. Take this weapon, sharp and keen —reach up and get it from Cod's armory—the sword of the Spirit. With that thou may cst drive him back and conquer! But why specify when every man and woman has a lion to fight? If there be one here who has no besetting sin, let him speak out, for him have I offended. If you have not fought the lion, it is because you have let the lion eat you up. This very moment the contest goes on. The Tra.ian celebration, where 10,00.1 gladiators fought and 11,000 wild beasts were slain, was not so terrific a struggle as that which at this moment goes on in many a soul. The combat was fcr the life of the body; this is for the life of the soul. That was with wild beasts from the jungle; this is with the roaring lion of hell. Men think, when they contend against rn evil habit, that they have to tight it all alone. No! They stand in the centre of an immense circle of sympathy. Paul had been reciting the names of Abel, Enoch, Noah. Abraham. Sarah. Isaac, Joseph, Gideon and Barak and then says, "Being compassed about with 60 great a cloud of witnesses." Before I get through I will show you that you fight in an arena, around which circle, in galleries above each other, all the kindling eye 3 and all the sympathetic hearts of the ages, nnd at every victory gained there comes down the thundering applause of a great multitude that no man can number. "Being compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses." On the first elevation of the ancient am phitheatre. on the day of a celebration, sat Tiberius or Augustus or the reigning king. So in the great arena of spectators that watch our struggles and in the first divine gallery, as I shall call it, sits our King, one .Tesus. On His head are many crowns. The Roman emperor got his place by cold blooded conquests, but our King hath come to His place by the bro ken hearts healed and the tears wined away and the souls redeemed. The Ro man emperor sat, with folded arms, indif ferent as to whether the swordsman or the lion beat, but our King's sympathies are all with us —nay, unheard of conde scension! 1 see Him come down from the gallery into the arena to help us in the fight, shouting until all up and down His voice is heard: "Fear not! I will help thee! I will strengthen thee by the right hand of My power!" They gave to the men in the arena in the oiden time food to thicken their blood, so that it would flow slowly and that for a longer time the people might gloat over the scene. Bnt our King has no pleasure in our wounds, for wo are bone of His bone, flesh oi His flesh, blood of Ilis blood. Tn r.l! the anguish of our hsart The Man of Sorrows bore a part. Once in the ancient amphitheatre a lion with one paw caught the combatant's sword and with his other paw caught hit? s'nie'd. The man took his knife from his girdle and slew the beast. The king, sit tirg in the gallery, said: "That was not fair. The lion must be slain by a sword." Other lions were turned out. and the poor victim fell. You erv, "Shame! shame!" at such meanness. But the King in this case is our brother, and He will see that we have fair play. He will forbid the rushing out of more lions than we can meet. H« will not suffer us to be tempted above that we are able. Thank God! The King is in the gallery! His eyes are on lis. His heart is with i(s. His hand will deliver us. "Blessed are they who put their trust ia Him." I look again and I see the gallery of the martyrs. Who is that? Hugh Latimer, sure enough! He would not apologize for , the truth he preached, and so he died, the night before swinging from the bedpost in perfect !?lee at the thought of emancipa tion. Who is that army of f'f'fjfS' They are the Thclmn legion who died for the faith. Here is a larger host in magnificent array, 83-1,000, who perished for Christ in the persecutions of Diocletian. Yonder is a laraily group, Felicitas, of Rome, and her children. While they were dying for the faith she stood encouraging them. One son was whipped to death by thorns; an other was Hung from a rock; another was beheaded. At last the mother became a martyr. There they are together, a family group in heaven! Yonder is John Brad lord, who said in the lire. "We shall have a merry supper with the Lord to-night!" Yonder is Henry Voes, who exclaimed as he died, "If I had ten heads, they should all fall off for Christ!" The great throng of the martyrs! They had hot lead poured down their throats; horses were fastened to their hands and other horses to their feet, and thus they were pulled apart; they had their tongues pulled out by red hot pincers: they vere sewed up in the skins of animals and then thrown to the dogs; they were daubed with combustibles and set on fire! If all the martyrs' stakes i that have been kindled could lie set at proper distances they would make the mid night all the world over bright as noon- And now they sit yonder in the mar tyrs' gallery. For them the fires of persecution have gone out; tiie swords are sheathed and the mob hushed. Now they watch us with an all observing sympathy. They know all the pain, all the hardship, all the anguish, all the injustice, all the privation. They cannot keep still. They cry: "Courage! The fire v.ill not consume; the floods can not drown; the lions cannot devour. Cour i age jlown there in the arena!" What? Are they all looking? This hour we answer back the salutation they give ; and cry, "Hail, sons and daughters"of the lire!" I look again and I see another gallery— that of eminent Christians. What strikes ■ me strangely is the mixing in comnanion : ship of those who on earth could not agree. , There is Albert Barnes and around him the presbytery who tried him for hetero ■ doxy! Yonder are Lyman Beecher and the church court that denounced him! ■ Stranger than all, there are John Calvin and James Arminius! Who would have thought that they would sit so lovingly to : gcther? There are George Whitefield' and [ the ministers who would not let him come ! into their pulpits because they thought i hint a fanatic. There are the sweet sing ■ ers Toplad.v, Montgomery, Charles Wes • ley, Isaac Watts and Mrs. Sigourney. If i heaven had had no music before they went 1 up, they would have started the singing. And there the band of missionaries— David Abeel, talking of China redeemed; i and John Scudder, of India saved; and ■ David Brainerd, of the aborigines evan i ge'.ized; and Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose prayers for Burma took heaven \§r [ violence! All these Christians are looking into the arena. Our struggle is nothing to theirs! Do we in Christ's cause suffer . from the cold? They walked Greenland's icy mountains. Do we suffer from the , heat? They sweltered in tropics. Do we , get fatigued? They fainted, with none to care for them but cannibals. Are we per secuted? They were anathematized. And as they look from their gallery and see us , falter in the presence of the lions 1 seem to hear Isaac Watts addressing us in his old hymn, only a little changed: Must you be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease While others fought to win the prize Or sailed through bloody sea*: Toplady shouts in his old hymn: Your harps, ye trembling saints, Down from the willows take; Loud to the praise of love divine Bid every string awake. While Charles Wesley, the Methodist, breaks forth in words a little varied: A charge to keep you have, A God to glorify, A never dying soul to save And fit it for the sky! I look again and I see the gallery of out departed. Many of those in the other galleries we have heard of, but these we knew. Oh, how familiar their faces! They sat at our tables, and we walked to the house of God in company. Have they for gotten us? Those fathers and mothers started us on the road of life. Are they careless as to what becomes of i.j? And those children—do they look with stolid indifference as to whether we win or lose this battle of life? They remember the day they left us. They remember the agony of the last farewell. Though years in heaven, they know our faces. They re member our sorrows. They speak our names. They watch this light for heaven. Nay. I see them rise tip and lean over and wave before us their recognition and en couragement. That gallery i3 not full. They are keeping places for us. After we have slain the lion they expect the King to call us, saying, "Come up higher!" Between the hot struggles in the arena I wipe the sweat from my brow and stand on tiptoe, reaching up my right hand to clasp theirs in rapturous handshaking, while their voices come ringing down from the gallery, crying. "Be thou faithful unto death, and you shall have a crown!" But here I pause, overwhelmed with the majesty and the joy of the scene! Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels! Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gallery of mar tyrs! Gallery of saints! Gallery of friends and kindred! O majestic circles of light and love! Throngs, throngs, throngs! How shall we stand the gaze of the uni verse? Myriads of eyes beaming on us! Myriads of hearts bepting in sympathy for us! How shall we ever dare to sin again? How shall we ever become discouraged again? How shall we ever feel lonely again? With God for us and angels for us and prophets and apostles for us and the great souk of the ages for us and our glo rified kindred for us—shall we give up the light and die? No, Son of God, who did.st die to save us! No, ye angels, whose wings are spread forth to shelter us! No, ye prophets and apostles, whose warnings startle us! No. ye loved ones, whose arms are outstretched to receive us! No; we will never surrender! Sure I must fight if I would reign. Be faithful to my Lord. And bear the cross, endure the pain, Supported by Thy word. Thy saints in all this glorious war Shall conquer though they die; They see the triumph from afar And seize it with their eye. When that illustrious day shall rise And all Thine armies shine In robes of victory through the skies, The glory shall be Thine. My hearers, shall we die in the arena or rise to join our friends in the gallery? Through Christ we may come off more than conquerors. A soldier dying in the hospi tal rose up in bed the last moment and cried. "Here, here!" His attendants put him back on his pillow and asked him why he shouted "Here!" "Oh. I heard the roll call of heaven, and I was only answering to my name!" I wonder whether after this battle of this life is over our names will be called in the muster roll of the nardoncd and glorified and. with the joy of heaven breaking upon our souls, shall cry, "Here, hero!" [Copyright. 1902, L. Klopsch. I
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