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tHE selection of Arequipa,
I * Peru, and vicinity as a per-
I inaneut field of astronomical
Q and meteorological venture
was the result of an extended investi
gation by Professor Solon Irving Bai
ley and associates of Harvard Univer
sity of nearly the whole west coast of
South America.and much of the inter
ior of Peru, Chile and Bolivia. Mag
nificent heights were plentiful and am
ple, but across their glorious views
float mists for most of the year.
Car.nen Alto, a site two miles east of
'Arequlpa, was selected in IS9O, and
approved by the Director, Professor
iW. H. Pickering. Arequipa is a city
of some 30,000 inhabitants. Hero were
[railway,telegraphic and telephonic com
munications with the outer world, food
and water supply, and immediate tele-1
phonic contact with all the brilliant <
heavens from the Equator to the South |
Pole. Temporary quarters were util- j
THE HIGHEST WEATHER SIGNAL STATION IX THE WOULD.
(TUIs station, 011 the summit of El Mistl, i519,200 feet abort* son level—the
anemometer being 8 feet higher than the peak. The iron cross shown in the
foreground was placed there by Bishop Miguel Gonzalez in 1784.)
ized, and the instruments removed
from Mount Harvard, anil later placed
in the new observatory, which is visi
ble for miles. The conquest of El
Mistl, the great volcano, was also the
remarkable achievement of Professor
Bailey. Hundreds had tried to reach
the lofty peak. Many of them had
died of exhaustion and sickness, many
were killed by falling over precipices,
and few had ever succeeded in reach
ing the top. He persisted, finally con
structing a winding path from the base
to the top, erecting thereon the highest
meteorological observatory in the
world, 19,200 feet above the sea. Dur
ing this marvelous work the sufferings
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CXr.ITSN ALTO, THE SEAT OF THE HAR
VARD OBSEEVATOB".'.
(In the background ris?s El Miati, on which
is located the weather station, nearly 11,-
000 feet above tlia observatory buildings.)
from mal de mer of himself, his mules
and the work were something fright
ful. All the natives tried to dissuade
liim from the task, and predicted
frightful disasters if he succeeded, a
feat which all regarded its impossible.
Arequipa is a city of white stone,
called sillar, of the appearance of mar
ble, contrasting pleasantly with the
surrounding green fields. It is a vol
canic deposit, found in vast propor
tions, soft and readily worked. It is
cut with an adze, as if it were ice.
Owing to an entire absence of native
lumber, sillar forms a cheap substitute.
One-story houses are the rule. The iu
CURSING Tt\\ .3LOP&S
(Headache and nausea attack nuen and animals at a height of 15,838 feet,
and until accustomed to tiie atmosphere the rest of the Journey to the extreme
altitude of 19,2<)0 feet is attended with mal de mer, dizziness, fainting spells,
occasionally delirium, and sometimes hemorrhages from the nose, ears and
eyes. It is necessary to stop frequently for a rest, and It was during one of
these pauses at an altitude of 18,000 t*?(>t that the photograph reproduced
above was made.
habitants have a wholesome respect
for earthquakes. Ruined walls and
debris are eloquent testimonials of the
great shake of 1808, The earthquake
of that year destroyed all two-story
buildings.
Mollendo is a railway terminus of
r>oo population. It lies above the sea
on barren sand and rook. Its sole
water supply is 100 miles distant in
the ltiver Chile. The water is con
veyed to it In pipes along the railway.
It is fed by rail and boat. Land in
Peru rich enough to produce things is
too rich to plant towns upon.
The railway from Mollendo to Are
quipa paints the entire rise of 8000
feet with numberless curves and loops.
For fifteen miles it follows the ocean
southeasterly, then runs due east
tlu-ougli the fertile valley of Tambo.
Thence It mounts the hills to the desert
pampa of Islay.
Suddenly the mountains begin in
earnest, and the train passes around
their sides above the steep, nar
row valley of the Chile ltiver.
Soon the mountainous aspects cease,
the river valley sprawls out flat, and
Arequlpa bursts into view in the midst
of a great arable plain. Orchards and
grain fields replace forbidding areas,
and the traveler finds himself in the
most picturesquely beautiful city and
environs in Peru. To the east, a little
way, rises with the regularity of a co
lossal coal heap El Misti, to a height
of 19,200 feet, capped with very nearly
perpetual snows, a volcano, quiescent
now, but some day to speak and de
stroy.
Peru is awo -ful country. It has
longer and gr< jueducts than any
other nation, jit on one knows
their builders, >'ulns tell of civili
zations thousan ol' years prior to the
Noahic flood. It is a country unique
because It is a mountain range rising
out of the sea to dizzy heights, its
western face forming the refuge of a
nation. All the world's climates and
seasons exist there all the year round,
reposing in graduated strata from
ocean to lofty peak. The inhabitant
has only to step up or down to find the
atmospheric conditions that please
him. Railroads run everywhere with
in reason: the trains, however, are sub
ject to frequent delays, caused by
wash-outs, from floods, slides and ava
lanches. Outside of towns the only
vehicles possible are railway trains.
The automobile will never be popular
in Peru, but the opportunities for the
coming flying machine will putin pale
the remainder of civilization.
The discoveries of Professor Bailey
at Carmen Alto are declared by a bulle
tin of the Royal Astronomical Society
to form the most notable advances of
recent years, opening up deep questions
in cosmlcal physics.
The observatory building, two miles
out from Aroqulpa, and 400 feet high
er, cover several acres, including cul
tivated gardens and lawns. The larg
est building Is the dwelling house of
the astronomer, his family and assist
ants. On its roof is a cluster of meteor
ological instruments for measuring at
mosphere arid wind currents. Ad
joining the dwelling house is the labor
atory, or work-rooms, in which are de
veloped tbe sidereal plates—the work
there Is mainly photometric—the celes
tial maps and calculations. The ob
servatory itself stands In the rear—the
usual slitted. revolving dome, In which
is the twenty-four-inch telescope pre
sented by Miss €. W. Bruce. Further
ulong is the square observatory, con
taining the thlrteen-lnch Bache tele
scope and the meridian photometer,
photographic dark room, tool room,
etc. In the roar is the dwelling for as
sistants or servants. The entire outfit
Is protected on the stream side by a
heavy wall, and there are shelters fol*
the housing of domestic animals, etc.
The grounds are somewhat self-sup
porting; otherwise, supplies are of easy
access at Arequipa. Automatism, the
exact servant of the astronomer, leaves
the observer almost a clear Held to in
dulge solely In celestial studies. Pho
tographs take themselves automatical
ly, and weather instruments record
the atmosphere and force of the winds.
. r..-»nln branches of the work are
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made comparatively easy, and observ
ers need only climb to the stations on
the side (10,000 feet) and the top (19.200
feet) of El Mlstl whenever Inclined to
bring down the records automatically
made there.—Harper's Weekly.
A Will on the Sole of • Shoe.
"Where there's a wilf there's a way,"
according to the proverb, though it
may not have meant the kind of will
shown in the accompanying illustra
tion. The picture tells almost the
whole stcrf. A fisherman in a New
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England town was fatally injured by
a rock falling upon him as he was
walking at the base of a cliff. When
found, he was deud, but clutched in
one hand was one of his shoes, upon
which he had written: "To whom it
may concern: All my estate, including
my deposit in the bank, I leave to my
grandson, Walter Malilon, providing
lie does not marry before the age of
twenty-five, but in case of his marriage
before that time, the above mentioned
to be used for the State for charitable
purposes."
A Strain ilath For Horse*.
A German veterinary surgeon has
just brought upon the market an appa
ratus for the purpose of enabling a sick
STEAM BA.TU IN THE STABLE.
horse to take a steam bath. The ap
paratus, as illustrated, is made of solid
wood, coated with sheet iron; it has a
double bottom, Into which the steam Is
conveyed by means of a metallic hose.
Little iron rollers allow the apparatus
to be easily moved to any desired place.
Expensive Kiding.
The most expensive season tickets in
the world, perhaps, are those issued
by the Congo Railway Go. The first
class single fare for a Journey of about
250 miles Is SIOO. Latterly this com
pany has Issued season tickets avail
able for the year at the following
rates: For four return journeys, $475;
for eight return journeys, sot>s; and
for twelve return journeys, $855. Na
turally the Issue of the tickets Is very
limited, so far only four having been
delivered, but application for a fifth
has been made. They are not printed,
but written out on a piece of card
board, four inches by six Inches,
folded In two; on one side the date and
name of holder are inserted and the
other is divided 111 squares, where the
beginning and end of each journey Is
filled In by the station masters at the
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§ Oar Grandfathers. |
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"The gun barrel of the popgun we
used when I was a boy," said a Jolly
old grandfather, "was made from a sec
tion of goose quill which we used to
cut as long as wo could, and yet have
it of pretty nearly uniform diameter
from end to end. Then you whittled
out a piece of wood, hard wood pre
ferred, a plunger togo Into this quill,
leaving on one end of this plunger a
chunk of the wood from which you
whittled it, to serve as a handle and to
make the shoulder so that the plunger
would go into the quid only Just so
far.
"The plunger you made long enough
togo almost through the quid, but
not quite, and it was whittled down
small enough togo Into the qnlll free
ly, but still not so small that it would
wobble around in it. The quill and
the plunger constituted the gun, the
ammunition was potato.
"You took a potato and cut oft a
slice across It and then by pressing the
larger end of the quill down through
that slice you cut out of It a little
cylindrical wad of potato, which, as
you pressed the quill down, was, of
course, pressed up into that end of the
quill. Then, with the plunger, you
pressed that potato wad along through
the quill from that eud to the other,
which might be described as the muz
zle of the gun. Then you pushed the
bigger or butt end of the quill down
through the slice of potato again, the
quill of course cutting out as it was
pressed down through the potato, an
other wad of it, as at first. So now
there was a potato wad in each end of
the quill; the gun was loaded; now to
Are It.
"You simply put the end of the
plunger against the wad in the butt end
of the quill ifnd pressed It forward In
the quill toward the other."
A Baited Gun For Wolrei.
As many wild animals prowl at night
and remain in their lairs all day, many
schemes are devised by the hunter and
trapper to slay them or capture them
with automatic traps, which have only
to be set in their path to tempt them
with the bait and take them unawares.
Below will be foui'd a new contriv
ance for this work, designed especially
for the killing of wolves and other
large game. As will be seen, the im
plement Is a sort of gun, designed to
be suspended from the limb of a tree
or other convenient support. It has a
barrel adapted to carry a cartridge,
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BAIT GUN "SUSPENDED FROM A TREE.
the tube proper being inserted in a
larger wooden case for weight and pro
tection. A breech-block is mounted 011
one side of the barrel, and an opening
Is made through the case for the in
sertion of a cartridge in its chamber.
The firing pin is mounted in the end of
the breech-block, and is actuated by
a coiled spring. At the muzzle of the
gun will be seen a bait fixed 011 a
curved hook attached o a sliding rod,
the latter connecting with a trip-lever
which releases the tiring pin and dis
charges tile gun. To put the weapon
in operation a cartridge is inserted and
the firing pin drawn back, when the
gun is suspended from overhead at a
height which compels the animal to
strain its head upward to reach it, thus
bringing Its head in line with the di
rection of the bullet. Oliver J. De
Itoshey is the inventor.
The Snre Winner.
For the long race in matrimony yon
can bet your money with perfect safety
on the little woman who knows all
about buckwheat cakes and good
soups.—New York Press.
There are 4000 Russians in Kansas,
a thousand heuds of families who de
little beyond raising wheat. They
vote in elections as one man and at
tend strictly to their own business.
In Norway the average length of
life is greater than in an.v other couu
try on the globe.
'DR. TALMAGES SERMON
I.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
j DIVINE.
!
g n |,|pcl: The Benefit* of Adversity—We
Hunt All Oo Tluough Soiue Kind of a
Thrashing PrucsH For Our Own Good
—Triumph After Ml»fortune.
WASHINGTON, D. C.— From a process
familiar to the farmer Dr. Talmage draws
1 lessons of consolation and encouragement
i for people in sor. * and adversity. Ahe
! text is Isaiah xxviii, 27, 28: "For the
litches are not thrashed with a thrashing
I instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned
I about upon the cummin, but the titches
I are beaten out with a staff and the cum-
S min with a rod. Bread corn is bruised be
cuune he will not ever be thrashing it."
Misfortunes of various kinds come upon
various people, and in all times the great
need of ninety-nine people out of a nun
dred is solace. Look, then, to this neg
lected allegory of my text.
There are three kinds of seed men
tio-ied —fitches, cummin and corn. Of the
last we all know. But it may be well to
! state that the fitches and the cummin were
I small seeds, like the caraway or the chick-
I pea. When these grains or herbs were to
| be thrashed they were thrown 011 the
, floor, and the workmen would come around
with staff or rod or flail and beat them un
! til the seed would be separated, but when
i the corn was to be thrashed that was
I thrown on the floor, and the men would
I fasten horses or oxen to a cart with iron
j dented wheels; that cart would be drawn
! around the thrashing floor, and so the
j work would be accomplished. Different
kinds of thrashing for different products.
I"The titches were not thrashed with a
| thrashing instrument, neither is a cart
wheel turned about upon the cummin, but
1 the fitches are beaten out with a staff and
i the cummin with a rod. Bread corn is
I bruised because he will not ever be thrash- j
j ing it."
I The great thought that the text presses
! upon our souls i«s that we all go through
| some kind of thrashing process. The fact
1 that you may be devoting your life to hon
! orable and noble purposes will not win you
I any escape. Wilberforce, the Christian
| emancipator, was in his dav derisively
called Doctor Gantwell." Thomas Bab
-1 ington Macaulev, the advocate of all that
' was good, long before he became the most
I conspicuous historian of his day, was cari-
I catured in one of the quarterly reviews as
I "Babbletongue Macaulay." Norman Mc
j Leod, the great friend of the Scotch poor,
! was industriously maligned in all quarters,
i although on the day when he was carried
out to his burial a workman stood and
looked at the funeral procession and said,
"If he had done nothing for anybody more
than he has done for ine, ha woula shine
as the stars forever and ever." All the
small wits of London had their at
John Wesley, the father of Methodism.
If such men could not escape the malign
ing of the world, neither can you expect
to get rid of the sharp, keen stroke of the
trihulum. All who will live godly in Christ
Jesus must suffer persecution. Besides
| that, there are the sicknesses and the
i bankruptcies and the irritations and the
disappointments which are ever putting a
cup of aloes to your lips. Those wrinkles
on your face are heiroglyphics which, if
deciphered, would make out a thrilling
story of trouble. The footstep of the rab
i bit is seen the next morning on the snow,
| find on the white hairs of the aged are the
! footprints showing where swift trouble
alighted.
| Even amid the joys and hilarities of life
| trouble will sometimes break in. As when
1 the people were assembled in the Charles
town theatre during the Revolutionary
i War, and while they were witnessing a
farce and the audience was in great gratu
j lation the guns of an advancing army were
j heard and the audience broke up wild
' panic and ran for their lives, so oftentimes
I while you are seated amid the joys and
I festivities of this world vou hear the can-
I nonade of some great disaster. All the
j fitches and the cummin and the corn must
I come down on the thrashing floor and be
I pounded.
| My subject, in the first place, teaches us
1 thit it is no compliment to us if we es
cape great trial. The fitches and the cum
min on one thrashing floor might look
over to the corn on another thrashing floor
and say: "Look at that poor, miserable,
bruised corn! We have only been a little
pounded, but that has been almost de
stroyed." Well, the corn, if it. had lips,
would answer and say: "Do you know the
reason you have not been as much pounded
as I have? It is because vou are not of so
much worth as I am. ii you were, you
would be as severely run over." Yet there
are men who suppose they are the Lord's
favorites simply because their bams are
full and their bank account is flush and
there are no funerals in the house. It may
be because they are fitches nnd cummin,
while down at the end of the lane the poor
widow may be the Lord's corn.
You are but little pounded because you
are but little worth and she bruised and
ground because she is the best part of the
harvest. The heft of the thrashing ma
chine is according to the value of the
grain. If you have not been much thrashed
in life, perhaps there is not much to
thrash! If you have not been much shaken
of trouble, perhaps it is because there is
going to be a very small yield.
WTien there are plenty of blackberries,
the gatherers go out with large baskets,
but wh :n the drought has almost consumed
the fruit, then a quart measure will do as
I well.
I It took the venomous snake on Paul's
j hand, and the pounding of him with atones
j until he was taken up for dead, and the
I jamming atrainst him of prison gates, and
, the Ephesian vociferation, and the ankles
I skinned by the painful stocks, and the
j foundering of the Alexandrian corn ship,
; and the beheading stroke of the Roman
| sheriff to bring Paul to his proper develop
j ment.
! It was not because Robert Moffat and
i Lady Rachel Russell and Frederick Ober
| lin were worse than other people that they
had to suffer. It was because they were
' better, and God wanted to make them
j best. By the carelessness of the thrashing
you may always conclude the value of the
grain.
Next, my text teaches us that God pro
portions our trials to what we cau bear—
the staff for the fitches, the rod for the
cummin, the iron wheel for the corn.
Sometimes people in great trouble say,
"Oh, I can't bear it!" But you did bear it.
Ood would not have sent it upon you if
He had not known that you could hear it.
You trembled and you swooned, but you
got through. God will not take from your
eyes one tear too many nor from your
lungs one sigh too deep nor from your tem
ples one throb too sharp. The perplexi
ties of your earthly business have not in
them one tangle too intricate. You some
times feel as if our world were full of
bludgeons flying haphazard. Oh, no: they
are thrashing instruments that God just
suits to your case. There is not a dollar
of bad debts on your ledger or a disap
pointment about goods that you expected
togo up, but that have gone down, or a
swindle of your business partner or a trick
011 the part of those who are in the same
kind of merchandise that you are, but God
inti»ided to overrule for your immortal
help. "Oh," you say, "there is no need
talking that way to me. I don't like to be
cheated and outraged." Neither does the
corn like the corn thrasher, but after it
has been thrashed and winnowed it has a
great deal better opinion of winnowisg
mills and corn thrashers.
"Well," you say, "if I could choose my
troubles, I would bewilling to be troubled."
Ah, my brother, then it would not be
trouble. You would choose something that
would not hurt, and unless it hurt it does
not get sanctified. Your trial perhaps may
lie childlessness. You are fond of chil
dren. You say, "Why does God send
children to that other household, where
they are unwelcome and are beaten and
banged about when I would have taken
them 'n the arms of my affection?" You
say, "Any other trial but this." Your
trial perhaps may be a disfigured counte
nance or a face that is easily caricatured,
and you say, "I could endure anything if
only I was good looking." And your trial
jierhaps is a violent temper, and you have
to drive it like six unbroken horses arr.id
the gunpowder explosions of a great holi
day, ana ever and anon it runs away with
you. Your trial is the asthma. You say,
If it were rheumatism or neuralgia or
erysipelas, but it is this asthma, and it is
such an exhausting thing to breathe."
Your trouble is a husband, sharp, snap
py and cross about the house and raising
a small riot because a button is off. How
could you know the button is off? Your
trial is a wife ever in contest with the ser
vants, and she is a sloven. Though she
was very careful about her appearance in
your presence once, now she is careless,
because, she says, her fortune is made!
Your trial is a hard school lesson you can
not learn, and you have bitten your finger
nails until they are a sight to behold.
They never cry in heaven because they
have nothing to cry about. There are no
tears of bereavement, for you shall have
your friends all round about you. There
are no tears of poverty because each one
sitd at the King s table and has his own
chariot of salvation and free access to the
wardrobe where princes get their array.
No tears of sickness, for there are no
pneumonias in the air and no malarial ex
halations from the rolling river of life and
no crutch for the lame limb and no splint
for the broken arm, but the pulses throb
bing with the health of the eternal God in
a climate like our June before the blossoms
fall or our gorgeous October before the
leaves scatter.
In tuat laud the souls will talk over the
different modes of thrashing. Oh. the
story of the staff that struck the fitches
and the rod that beat the cummin and the
iron wheel that went over the corn! Dan
iel will describe the lions and Jonah levia
thian and Paul the elmwood whips with
which he was scourged, and Kve will tell
how aromatic Eden was the day she left
it, and John Kogers will tell of the smart
of the flame and Elijah of -the fiery team
that wheeled him up the skv steeps and
Christ of the numbness and the paroxysms
and hemorrhages of the awful crucifixion.
There they are before the throne of God
—on one elevation all those who were
struck of the rod. on the highest elevation
and amid the highest altitudes of heaven
ill thotse who were under the wheel. He
will not ever be thrashing it.
Is there not enough salve in this text to
make a plaster large enough to heal all
your wounds? When a child is hurt, the
mother is very apt to say to it, "Now. it
will soon feel better." And that is what
God says when He embosoms all our trou-
in the hush of this great promise.
"Weeping may endure for a night, but
joy eometh in the morning." You may
leave your pocket handkerchief sopping
wet with tears on your death pillow, but
you will go up absolutely sorrowless. T'ney
will wear black, you will wear white; cy
presses for then, palms for you. You will
say: "Is it possible that lam here? Is thw
heaven? Am I so pure now 1 will never
do anything wrong? Am I so well that I
will never be sick again? Are these com
panionships so firm that they will never
again be broken? Is that Marv? Is that
John? Is that my loved one 1 put away
into darkness? Can it be that these are
the faces of those who lay so wan and
emaciated in the back room that awful
dying? Oh. how radiant they are.
'Look at them! How radiant they are!
Why, how unlike this place is from what
I thought when I left the world below.
Ministers drew pictures of this land, but
how taine compared with the reality! They
told me on earth that death was sunset.
No, no! It is sunrise! Glorious sunrise!
I see the light now purpling the hills, and
the clouds flame with the coming day."
Then the gates of heaven will be opened,
and the entranced soul, with the acutenesf
and power of the celestial vision, will look
thousands of miles down upon the ban
nered procession, a river of shimmering
splendor, and will cry out, "Who are
they?" And the angel of God. standing
close by, will say, "Do you not know who
they a.e?" "No," says the entranced soul.
"I cannot guess who they are." The angel
will say, "I will tell you, then, who they
are. These are they who came out of great
tribulation, or thrashing, and their robes
washed and made white in the blood of the
lamb."
Would that I could administer some ol
these drops of celestial anodyne to these
nervous and excited souls. If you would
take enough of it.it would cure all your
pangs. The thought that you are going to
get through with this after awhile, all this
sorrow and all this trouble.
We shall have a great many grand days
in heaven, but I will tell you which will be
the grandest day of all the million ages of
heaven. You oay, "Are you sure you can
tell me?" Yes, I can. tt will be the day
we get there. Some say heaven is growing
more glorious. I suppose it is, but I do
not care much about that. Heaven now is
good enough for me.
History has no more gratulatory scene
than the breaking in of the English army
upon Lucknow. India. A few weeks before
a massacre had occurred at Cawnpur, and
260 women and children had been putin a
room. Then five professional butchers went
in and slew them. Then the bodies of the
slain were taken out and thrown into a
well. As the English army came into
Cawnpur they went into the room, and
oh, what a horrid scene!
Swo.-d strokes on the wall near the floor,
showing that the poor thing 3 had crouched
when they died, and they saw also that the
floor was ankle deep in blood. The soldiers
walked on their heels across it. lest their
shoes be submerged of the carnage. And
on that floor of blood there were flowing
locks of hair and fragments of dresses.
Out in Lucknow they had heard of the
massacre, and tlie women were waiting for
the same awful death, waiting amid anguish
untold, waiting in pain and starvation, but
waiting heroically, when, one day, Have
lock and Outram and Norman and Sir
David P.iird and Peel, the heroes of the
English army—huzza for them!—broke in
on that horrid scene, and while yet the
guns were sounding, and while cheers were
issuing from the starving, dying people on
the one side and from the travel worn and
powder blackened soldiers on the other,
right there, in front of the king's palace,
there was such a scene of handshaking and
embracing and boisterous joy as would ut
terly confound the pen of the poet and tho
pencil of the painter. And no wonder,
when these emaciated women, who had
suffered so heroically for Christ's sake,
marched out from their incarceration, one
wounded English soldier got up in his fa
tigue and wounds and leaned against the
wall and threw his cap up and shouted,
"Three cheers, my boys, for the brave
women!" Yes, that was an exciting scene.
But n gladder and more triumphant scene
will it be when you come up into heaven
from the conflicts and incarceration of this
world, streaming with the wounds of bat
tle. and wan with hunger, and while the
hosts of God are cheering their great lio
sanna you will strike hands of congratula
tion and eternal deliverance in the presence
of the throne. On thai night there will be
bonlires on every hill of heaven, and there
will be a candle in every window. Ah. no!
I forgt t. I forget. They will have no need
of the candle or of sun. for the Lord God
giveth them light, and they shall reign for
ever and ever. Hail. hail, sons and daugh
ters of the Lord God Almighty!
ISW, L Klopsck.t