-i : . .: Ai.; j ; . . i THE HILL OF OOLD. The rnpged Mil Fence Just loafed alc--r In a leisurely ilgzig lfn. Down the side or the Hill, nnd wandereJ out To the murmuring slopes of pine. Anil I bad only to climb the Fence. Of go through a crumbling nip, To lot gold spill down out of my arms, And overflow from my lap. And the Fenco never eared n single bit, For nil It wm there to guard, And I might have doubled my golden spoilt Cntroubled of watch or ward. A cnrdces old Fence, and yet the Hill Broke s plrndldly on the eyes Gold deer out to the Yist, my donr, An 1 gold clear np to the skle ! And you needn't snyi "Ob, It's a fairy tale!" With that odd, little scornful nol, For It rmpp-m to be our own East Hill Orown over with golden ro I. -F.umy K. Johnson, In YoutU'i Cj.T.pnnlon. A Darning Combination. IlERE isn't ouo thiriR tint I know how to do their o ugh ly," mused curly-head t l J c s s i c I' o w o r iti he wrink -' i" r prcuy lorcncaii into a dozen lluo little lines, tho result of the serious Helf-cxutuinatiou sho was undergoing. "Let me hop," and she sat bolt np tight among tho numerous soft nnd downy felonious thnt made tho w indow eent her favorite retreat. "If I trim a hut I get along pretty well if I pin on tho fentiicrs and dou't have to put in anything, but that would never do. I'eoplo wnnt their hnti to look as though they came from a fashionable inillinrr's nud not lie botched together ly a novice. It's till right for me," mid hho gdancod over the table where jiunty little velvet toijuo wan lying with, it iiiuhI bo confessed, several fins showing amid the fluffy pompous that niloruod the trout. "I know I hiive n tiiHtoiu thnt direc tion, but I could not face a hut brim Hinonlhly to Have mv life. If it needs h pulling or n shirring I rati manure. Millinery is out of the question, for I Would have to tak'i a course of les Hons, and that would take time, and what I Uo must bo attended to at once." The frown deepened on tho girlish face n one after tho other th i little accomplishment on which sbo hud heretofore prided herself were now, one after another, discarded ait being unworthy to bring aid to her mother an I herself iu this most trying time of Seed. She, like ro many girls, had been liroupht up to do nothing really sen- le i i 1 I . , ' r,vT ' ' ' 1 'l.'.b. n to ' ahe iow have approbated fur . " i.. ban tho smattering of ma tho Ky 'little French seuteuces or t, meaningless sachets and banners paint ed with impossible rosesaml hlimtli.it had heretofore been her pride and joy. How sho envied Emma Morton, who liad a good position as typewriter and stenographer. "I suppose I ran go in a tore," she sighed, "but then there is mother," and at tin; thought of the delicate, fragile woman who rieemed more like her child than her mother, tho tears would well up until at last they overflowed all barriers, and Jessie gave herself up to tho luxury of n gooil cry. l'oor little woman ; hers was a sad aud trying position, though to the casual visitor entering tho room, w ith nil its dainty knickknacks, low, ensy chairs, well-tilled bookcases ami the one hundred and ouj little trifles dear to tho femiuiuo heart, it probuMy would seem as though sho had no cause for tenrs; but how many homes could nhow tho sumo s:id history and tho fatal mistako of bringiug up its daughters to do nothing. Jessie was tho child of the most indulgent pareuts. In all her life she had not kuowu a cure nu des it were tho protracted invalidism of her mother. I'.vea this after a while censed to n fleet her, other than thut she- looked to her father for all help, and he an I she regarded tho ailing wife and mother as their precious charge, from whom every uupleasunt tiling must be kept, an 1 for whom all that made lifeswcttest aud best should Ih done. Jessie being a bright girl had gone through her school days winning prizes an I receiving tho congratula tions of her friouds, and tho u loration of her father and mother until, it must be confessed, her prutty head was rather turned by all the fluttering at tention, nnd bhs begun to think she was junt a little bit superior to Ktumtt Morton and other girls who were not iu her set, and who did not wear New York dresses and have their shoes made to order. AIbo in her secret heart sho believed that sho was unusu ally clever, aud had sereuely pitied tho io poor girls who hud actually learned trades or taken up profes HiotiB. For sho could do so many iniuguweu mat really it seamed folly i to apply herself persistently to one thing. I he awakening had been sharp an sudden when it came. Dr. l'o'ver, atricken down in tho prime of life, parsed away, leaving his business af fairs in a tangle that took mouths to unravel, and which left to Jessie and her mother only the house they lived iu aud a small ineoine not sutlicicut to uy the taxes. Oriof at her father's death had for a time bewildered aud benumbed poor Jessie, leaving her iu a half-dazed con dition, until the lawyer explained mat ters to ner then her dormant faeul iics were aroused and she was forced to look thn ftitnation in the fac. To day's reverie waatha result of this un pleasant knowledge, and in her pretty room had come the bitter but self evident fact that with all her society accomplishments and the compliments of admiring friends, she was utterly unablo to earn one dollar for her mother and herself. Wiping her eyes on tho scrap of black bordered lines that served her for a handkerchief, sho walked ovr to the washstand to try, if possible, to obliterate the traces of tears before she went in to talk to her mother, for must not everything unpleasant be kept from the dear lit tle woman, who bore her great trial iu) patiently? ' Jesso had learned that lesson well. With a deep sigh she twistod up the sunuy curls and turning to the work basket picked out a pair of silk stock iugs that needed darning sadly. For a moment she stood regarding the sorry looking hole in the toe, and then with a sudden flourish of the black banne r aud a merry laugh that startled tho canary in his cage so long had it been since ho had heard anything like it rushed out of the room pell rucll into the sitting room, where Mrs. Tower was taking a sun hath, with a weary face that touched Jersie to the heart. "Mother, darling, I have it," the cried joyfully as she kissed her. "Have what?" emitted bewildered Mrs. I'owcr. ' "Such a grand scheme, mother," and Jessio waved triumphantly tho black stocking, from the toe of which two white fingers protruded. "And yon aro in it, too, dearest You could never guess if you sat here all day and thought and thought until you were quite gray." "I am quite consumsd with curi osity," gently interposed Mrs. Power, the sight of her dear girl's happiness being enough to bring a brighter light into her own tired eyes. "Hut what is it, daughter? I hope not boarders." 'Boarders," sniffed Jessie. "Do you suppose I would have a lot, of troublesome boarders come here and worry tho lite out of us with their airs and graces? 'You won't object, Mrs. IVvcr, to my just boating' an iron, will you? nud, of course, you will al low the use of your piano. My daugh ter is taking musie lessons, and would like to practise a few hours every day.'" " 'And if you will ploaso change tho bed in my room for the ono in tho third tloor frout, and oh I I forgot, my husband is likclv to bedotainod at the otlice several evenings in tho week, uud would you mind keeping a little something hot for him' -which means a course dinner," rattles on Jessie. "I know them. No, ma'aru ; thjs is ours alone just yours and mine, momsey with all tho profits our very own." "But what is it, dearie?" Mrs. rower is by this time quite overcome by the flood of eloquence. r , 'A darning combine tuftilaua "A what?" ' " - Wi?:- A darning combine; there aro coal combines, iron combines, rail road coi 'iues, and why uot a darn - coiuV""? But to be sorious, nlier. rdi. I mean it. You fao I just ',.1rettyinn.' 'Nnk this morning .. , v.t ,, jsioii of my boudoir,' as tin say in tho novels, and tho end of itV.U was 1 came to the conclusion that I was about as useless a bit of humauity as you could Hud in a day's walk until this stocking, dour stocking," mid she kisses enthusiastic ally that commonplace article of clothing, "put just the loveliest idea into my lieu 1, which, with your help, will be the grandest and uwJ novel scheme of the nineteenth century." "Iu what way am I to help, darl- ing.' ion know, dear, your mother cannot be to you as other girls' mothers" this with such a tender, wistful look at the pretty flushed face opposite. "Vou are ten times sweeter and lovelier th m auy girl's mother I know, mill I wouldn't exchange you for the biggest, stoutest and heartiest woman iu the world, though I would gladly have you strougor for your own sake. " "Kveu yet I am in tho dark as to the scheme," gently smiles Mrs. Power ul'ter the impetuous caress that her last remark had called forth. "Now for tho awful disclosure," laughs Jessie. "L'ufortunutely for you nnd me my numerous accomplishments were nol such as could be turned into solid ac tual cush, and having at last coiuo to the conclusion that I would have to go into a store" "Oh, Jessie!" "Yes, indeed, I had determined to swallow my pride and go right down iu tho village and apply from door to door for u situation, but thuuk good ness, this stockiug came to my rescue. I can daru well, cau't I, mother?" "Yes, dear, it'a really wonderful how well you can mike a d .ru look, and as for picking np a thread you are almost my equal." "Just so," goes on Jessie. "Well, in this town there are no lessthau 1290 mortals who would like to have their socks darned in the truly artistic style commended by Mrs. Ferris Power and daughter." "Tho students, Jessio? 'The students great and small shall : our patrons you see, mother, wheedled Jessie, this is really the only ouo thing I c.vi do thoroughly, and why not make it pay? What's the use of liviug in a college town if you oan't make something off the boys? "What is your plan, dear?' Mrs. Power is at last beginning to see daylight, aud a dawniug hope and conllileuue adds au unwonted sparkle to her eyes uud a faiut pink tinge for u moment Hushes the pale creek, "I'hut isonly roughly outlined asyet, but you and 1 will talk it over and, to gether, I am sure we will make u sua- ! cess of it, Yon wonld have to have printed circulars," suggested her mother. "Yes, and after a while a call im delivery wagon, but at present I will go after them myself." "What are you going to charge?" "f think alnjiit ten cents a pair would be fair, unless tho holes were unusually large anil numerous, and then say fifteen." "Don't you think that ratter steep?" "Bless you, no, momsey. Yon know yoiirsnlf that darning makes a sock as good as new, and isn't it a great deal better to spend fifteen cents than thirty-five for new ones, and lots of the rich boys wear silk, I'm sure, and they cost heaps more." "When aro we going to begin?" goes on Mrs. Tower, who by this time is quite as enthusiastic as even Jessio could desire. "To-day now this minute I will go right down to the village and lay iu a stock of daring cotton and silk, and you may, while 1 am gone, com pose the most taking circular your fer tilo brain can evolve." A few days later Jessie, in her dain ty black gown with all her pretty golden curls drawn into a most becom ing flu fly knot tinder tho black toque, with a bundle of circulars and an air of busincse unmistakable, made her appearance at the President's house, and after a little pardonablo fear in the august presence laid bare their lit tle plan. The grave eyes of tho Professor watched the earnest yonng face as Jes sie warmed to the nubject and a suspi cious mist dimmed' for a moment the keenness of tho kindly eyes as the small hands trembled over the refrac tory knots in the string thnt tied the bundle of circulais. "My dear, I will help you in every way I can. I consider it a very sensible plan, and I am sure the boys will be only too glad to put work into such trust worthy hands. Your dear father was a great friend of mino and I am sure that ho would feel very proud of his little daughter could he know how bravely she had set to work to be of real help to her mother," giving a fatherly pat to tho golden hair. With a warm baud clasp Jessie left him and hurried home to tell the good news to the waiting invalid. A very happy heart boat under tho stylish sealskin coat and a tender lit tle smile hovered on the sensitive mouth as she thought of the Profes sor's last words. "Dear papa, I know ho would ap prove, uud somehow I feel as though lie was very near and knew that I was looking out for tho 'little mother.'" Very fragile looked Mrs. Power as she sat in her easy chair with the Afternoon sun shining on the soft brown hair just streaked with gray, nnd a wonderful longing iu the motherly eyes thut looked out toward the sunset as if to follow through that , golden gate the spirit of tho deur one that had gone before. "MT..dWMI"utl-'W Jntirr..ro't,JoiV:. J i have been successful, for your eii look all 'shiny,' as yon used to say when you were n little girl. Was tho Professor very stern and was the ordeal as bad as you anticipated?" "Oh, no ; ho was quite polite and grasped my haud so tight when I went away that he made my ring cut me, see?" nnd she pulled oft her glovo and showed the wound. "Poor little haud t to think that it is really all we have to -depend upon," sighed Mrs. Power. "Nonsense, mother darling, your hand is going to help, too, nud with mi eli n force as that we will get along, never fear. Hie rrofessor suid it was a good plan aud that he would help me in every way he could. He was an old friend of your father's." Yes, he said so," replied Jessie, but she did uot add what he hud said regarding her helping her mother, for t was a verv sore point with Mrs. Power t think that her tenderlv reared child should have to labor for them both because she as physically eufeebled so that such u labor of love would only end iu her bringing on some greater uud more serious trouble. It was n great joy to her that in tuis new venture she could in reality lend hand anil in the discussion of the plans for the "business," as Jessie would insist upon calling it, they both grew quite animated and for a time forgot their troubles. They've come," shouted Jessie, dying into her mother's room next morning with a dub of rlour ou one heck and dough cliuging to her hands, for in the excitement of the moment, I regret to say, she hud neglected te remove these evidences of culinary occupation. "Who? ejaculated Mrs. Tower, somewhat startled as sho conjured up visions of visitors who under a pre tense of condolence has swooped upon thdiu to interfere materially with the advancement of their plans. 'the socks, momsey, the socks. Sarah is bringiug them up, aud, dear me, such a great package. 'I ho Professors little grandson brought them iu his express wagon. 1 verily believe those blessed boys were in crying need of just such a scheme. (ir;at head, darling," and Jessie waltzed about the room until every little curl bobbed about like a cork on an ocean wave. "I would suggest, as a senior mem ber of this nrm, Miss Power, that you go aud remove the dough from your hands befora we proceed to take ac count of stock." "Just hear her orderiug me about ! Isn't it just too delicious!" solilo quized Jessie, as she retreated to carry out tho order. "Mother, I do not see what possible need any boy has for fifteen pair of socks of every conceivable hue. Just look at this bundle." 'Who is the young Croesus?" laughed Mrs. Tower, as she sorted and arranged according to the size of tho holes. I "I can't qnite make it out, bnt it look like M. W. Chamberlain. Who. ever ho is, he writes fearfully," sail Jessie, as she scowled over the slip o paper that had accompanied the bun die. "Chamberlain," mused Mrs. Tower "I once knew a Jacob Chamberlain when I was a girl. I wonder if il could be any connection of his?" "Now, dearest and best of mothers, don't go weaving any romances ovei these boys' socks, for from the nnm ber of thorn you and I will have allwc can do to get through by Saturday night. I really don't bcliove they evel had any socks darned before." This remark of Jessie's did seen reasonable, for after they were al sorted out they made a very for mid able array, but if Jessie could have heard the warm, earnest appeal of thi Professor to the students assembled ii the chapel after her departure, am had seen the tremendous rummaging through bureaus and closots that fnl lowod this speech, while her little cir culars were sown broadcast, shewouh not have been surprised. "Can you realize that every pair o these means ten cents, madam, an some of them fifteen," smiled Jessie with a comprehensive sweep of tb arm that took in even those unsightly objects in the fifteen-rent corner, rw she had laughingly dubbed tho table strewn with the wrecks of many a struggle. ! "Yes, dear, and I can also realise that unless we get to work we will never earn even ten cents- whut is it, Surah?" as this personage appeared iu the doorway. "Please, ma'am, the little boy that came with the work" Sarah would not demean herself by saying "socks" --"said as I was to tell Miss Jessie that he would call for and deliver the bundles in his little wagon, so she would not have the trouble of that.", "Isn't that just splendid ; every one is so kind to me," beamed Jessie. I "And why shouldn't they?" snifftd Sarah. "They know a real lady whn they sec one, even if she is obliged through unfortunate circumstances to earn her living by the sweat of her brow." i Sarah was an old and privileged ser vant, who had been with Mrs. Power since Jessie was a baby, and who in dulged in flights of eloquenco whith were at times simply appalling. "Of course, Surah, we all know yon think that I am perfection, bnt if yen don't go down aud stir up tho furnace tho 'sweat of my brow' will bo cold, clammy beads of perspiration, for it is cold up here, nnd for mercy's sake take those cookies out of the oven," for a strong smell of burnt cake now reminded the young housekeeper that you cannot successfully carry on two distinct operation at the same time. ' By Saturday afternoon the socks in great packages, with the .wncr'sname and the bill on top, were carried by lege, aud in a short time he wa back with the money carefully wrapped in a salt bag. "You ore my little express messen ger," said Jessie ; "but yon must not let any highwaymen rob yon. Now, supposo I employ you at twenty-Sve rents a week to carry the socks to and fro anil to look after tho money?" This plan was hailed with delight, and there was never a more faithful little helper than the small man that trudged back and forth, takiug.the greatest pride in bis business and keeping his accounts most accurately, carrying the money iu a leather bag which Jehsie provided, and of which ho was intensely proud. Kvery week the business grow, and pretty Jessie, with a new and unac customed feeling of independence, went about her daily task with a heart that had lost all the old feeling of re pression, nud eveu Mrs. Power ap peared to grow stronger under the health-restoring process of conataut occupation for thought and hand. One day, as Jessie was ubout starting ou one of the necessary shopping tours for silk and darning cottou, there cauio a ring at the bell, which sbo auswerod iu person, Sarah being at that moment particularly busy below stairs prepar ing a certain dainty dessert of which her young mistress was very fond. Standing ou the veranda was a tall youth, whom Jessie hud prior to this discovered to be the owner of the many very holey, but very expensive silk socks. , The AI. W. Chamberlain whom all the students called familiar ly "Mac" and who voted him the best felloiv alive. Haviug heard that Mrs. Power hud buen ac juaiuted with his, father, ho made up his mind to use that as an excuse for calling. Jessie's sweet face haviug bueu secretly ad mired by hiiu a ho passed her frequently ou the streets of tho old college town. His first call ins fol lowed by many others, Mrs. Power heartily approving of his gvntle mau ners aud deferential attitude towards both Jessie and herself, until one day, he came to her aud told ber as was oily to be expected, iu a frank and manly way of his love for Jessie. Of course, gradua tion had to come first. But at the end of two years the darning combine wan broken up aud a new partnership en tered upon, the one stipulation being that Jeesie should darn only those socks belonging to a certain M. W, Chamberlain. Philadelphia Times, A conductor on a Titerson (N.J,) I rollcy car has given up bis position oecuuso he is short of stature. He vas of such a small height that when he wautod to ring the bell ho had to jump for the bell cord, and the re marks of the passengers were so insult ing that tie was forced to resign. To the habit of burying gems with the owners we owe the preservation of aauy of the antique ieweLt. NO RESTING PLACE HERE. EVERLASTING LIFE. The Conditions of Life In this World Ren der Perfect Rest Impossible. Tr.irVtV'i v and dopurt, for this Is not your rest." Mleah II., to. This was the drum beat of a prnrih" who wanted to aronse his ponle from their on prmseil n1 sln'nl condition, hut it may lust as propsrly bo uttere.1 now as then. pll ry lono" riposure anil rnnnh ringing lose their elearn-M of ton, but this rousing bell of the vosrtel strikes In as clear a tons as when It first run on the air. As far as I esn see yonr grnut want an4 mine Is mat. From the time we enter life a (rrat many vexations anl nsnoywes take after us. We may have our holidays and our seasons of recreation ani qalet, hut where is the men eotie to mMllfe who has found entire rest? The taf Is that Ool 1M not make th la world forest In. A ship mltrht as well go dwn off Cane Hatteras to And smooth wntr as a man In this world to fin 1 onlet. From the way that Ood has strewn the thorns and hunt the clouts and shsrp ened the tusks, from the colds that distress as. and the heats that smite us. and the pleurisies that stahus. and the fevers that eonsnm ns, I know that He did not mtke this world as a place to loiter In. Ood does everything successfully, and this world wonld be a very different world If It ww In tended for us to lounire in. It doss rlirht well for a few hours. Indeed It Is magnifi cent! Nothing hnt Infinite wisdom and ffoolness could have mlxel this beverage of water, or hun up those brseketsof star, or trained these voices of rill and bird anl ocean, so that Ool has but to lirt Tils hand, and the whole world hreiks forth Into or chestra. IJut. a?ter all. It Is onlv the splen dors of a king's hiuhwuy. over which we are to march on to eternal conquest. You nnd I have seen men w'.io trie I to rest here. They hutldad themsilves (treat stores. They Rsthered around them the pit ronaire of mnrchmt princes. Thn voice of their hid shook the money market. They had stock In the most su jowful rallroid and In "safety deposits" nrsat roll of Oov eimment seeuritres. They ha 1 emblasanel earrl.iires, hih mttlel stoats, tootmen. pints that ronfonnded lords and senator who sat nt thnlt tables, tapestry on whioo flonted the richest dnslxns of foreign looms, aplnndor of canvas on tho wills, exquisite nesa of music rislmr among pelnstals of bronze nnd dropping, soft as light, on snow of sculpture. Here let them rest. Put baik the embroiders 1 curtain anl shake up the pillow of down. Turn out the Ibrht. It is II o'clock nt night. Let slumber dron upon the eyelids and the air float through the naif opened Ititlice drowsy with midsummer per fume. Rtand bick. nil care, nnxlcty and trouble, llut. no. they will not stand back. Tbey rattle the lattice. They look undor the canopy. With rough touch they startle his pulses. Thoy cry out nt U o'o'.ock nt night i Awake, mnn! How can vou sleep when things nre so uncertain? What nhout those stocks? Hark to the tap of that flrnbell! It Is your district ! How if you should diesoou? Awake, raun ! Think of It ! Who will got your property when vou are gon? What will they do with It? Wake up I Itlclies sometimes take wings! How If you ahoul I get poor? Wake up !" ltlslng on one el bow, tho man of fortune lo iks out Into the darkness of the room anl wipes the damp ness from his forehead an I says. "Alas, for all this sccno of wealth uul mugnllkonoo no rest !" I passed doim a street of a city with a merchant. He knew nil the finest bouses on the street. He said i "There is somethiug the mnttar In nil these house. Iu thnt one it is conjugal infelicity ; In tht one, a dissi pated son , in that, a dissolute father, in that, an idiot uhtld i In that, the rospoct nt bankruptcy." This world's woalth can give no permanent satisfaction This Is not your test,-r.- 111-" IT v You and I have"9enTUUTJn.iirbo'tfli; direction. A man says : "it l oouia oniy rise to suoh and such a place of renown ; tf I could Rain that office t if I could only got the stand nnd have my smitlrnnts mot with one good round of ban 1 clupnlng npplnuss ; if I could only write a book thnt would live, or make a speech that would thrill, or do au actlen that would resound '.'' The tide turns in his favor. His name is on 10,001) lips. He is bowed to nn I sought after and ndvuncod. Men drink his health at great dinners. Kl bis fiery words the multitudes busszt. From ealleries of beauty they throw garlnuds. From housetops, ns he pisses In long pro cession, they shake out the national stand ards. Here let him rest. It I 11 o'clock nt night. Uu pillow stuffed with a nation's praise let him lie down. Hush nlldisturltaut voices ! In his dream lot thorn be hoisted a throne, nnd across it n coronation. Hush, hush ! "Wake up," savs a rough voice. ''1'olitleal sentiment is changing. How 11 you should lose this place of bouor? Wake up. Tho morning papers are to he full of denunciation. Henrkun to the exocretlons of those who once enrcsed you. lly to morrow night there will be multitudes snesr fng at the words which lust nlgat you x peuteit would be universally a ImlreJ. How can you sleep when evurything depend-' upon tho n xt turuot the gre;it tragedy! Up, man. Oil this pillow." The man, with head yet hot from bis last oration, star: up suddenly, looks out upon the night, but sees nothing except the flowers thut lie on hisstuud, or the scroll from which he rea l bis speech, or the books from which bu quoted his authorities, and goes to his dealt to llnlsu his neglected correspondence, or to pen an Indignant line to some reportor, or sketch the plan for a public, defense against tho nssnults of the people. Happy when he got bis llrst lawyer's brief, exultant when he triumphed over his llrst polltlasl rival, yet, sitting on the very top, of all tliHt this world offers of praise, tie exuluims,. "No rest, no rest." The very world that now applauds will soon hiss, lhat world suid of the great Webster: ''What a statesman! What won derful exposition of the constitution t A man for any position." That same world suid utter awhile : "Down with him ! He U on office tmikcr. He Is a sot t He is a liber tine. Away wUh him!" And there is no Pence lor the- man until he lavs down his roken heart la the grave nt Mnrshfleld. JolTrcy thouglit thut if heeould only be Judge thut would be the making of him j got to be iudge nnd uuraad the day in which he was oru. Alexsuder wanted to submerge the world with bis greatness; submerged it ami tun drank bliusolt to death because becould not stand the trouble. Uuros thought h would give everything if be could win the fuvor of courts and princes; won it, and amid the shouts of a great entertninmeut when poets aud orators sad dnehesse were adoring bis genius wished that be could creep book into the obscurity ltt which ho dwelt when be wrote of the Vmlty, we, modest, crimson tippet flower. Napoleon wunted to make all Europs tremble at bis power, made it tremble, then died, his entire military achieve ments dwindling down to u pair of mili tary boots which be insisted on hav ing on bis feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a picture of Napoleon in bis triumphs. T went Inti tnit'ier room an t as-v a bust of Napoleon as he .tops-ire I at Kt. Helens. ;bur. oh. what grlnt n 1 an rilsh In tY f we of t've Ntt! The flrst vis Nanoleou in trlumn j th lust was N'inol"on with his he-irt bro'ten. How thev laughed anl oriel when sllv.r tongund Hheridan in the mlddiv of pros perity harangued the people of Britain, an I how they howle I at uu I exviute 1 him when, outside of ths roo-n whers hi corpse lay, bis creditors tried to get his miserable boail and sell them. This world for rest? ''Ana!" err fli waters, "no rest here! We plunge to the ssa." "Aha!" orr the mountains, "ni rt here ! We crumble to the plain." "Aha !" err the tow-tr. '-no reat her. We follow Itabylou an 1 Tbabe and Nineveh iota the dust. ' No rest for tut uowari , wey wi No rest for the stars j they rile. No rest tot man t he mast work, toll, snftsr and Slavs. Now, for what have I said all this? J ,4 to prepare you for the text, "Arise ye depart, for this Is not yonr rest." I am gy. Ing to make you a grand off v. flomeofyn remember that when gold was discover! q California larre companies wars ma1es and started off to get their fortun. To-1,T I want to make np a ptrty for the lan let irold. I .old In my hand a deei froti th, proprleto of the est-ite. la whleh hs to all who will join the eotnpw 10,o shares of Infinite valus In a city w'.Mt, streets nre Bold, whose haros ars gr, whose crowns ar gold. Yol havsrt of the erusalers tow t'nt msnr thoq. sands of the-n want off to eonqtsr ths holy sepuloher. I ask you to Join a Rrtnlet crusade, not for ths purpose of eoniuirlat hssapiilehorota deal Christ, bat for n, purpose of rstihlnrthe thrme of a llvim Jesus. When an army Is to ba mvle np, ths recruiting officer ex mlns the vol unteers. Hs teststhelr eyeslg'it, he sou ti is their Inqgs, ne metsurss their stature. Ths most be Just right or they ars rije-te I. B it thrs shall be no ps.rtis.llty In makln up this army of Cirlst. Wnatovjr yur moral or physical stature, w jitaver yaur dlssipt. tlons. whifever your wmnw. 1 navs commission from the Lor I Almighty to mi'n up this regiment of relesmst souls, an 1 I cry, "Arias y anl depvt, for this Is not your rest." Many of you hnvsUtely jo'nal this ee-n. bany. an 1 mv desira Is that yo-i mav all Join It. Why not? You know in yourowa hearts' experience thit w'tat I htvi sllabsat this world is trus :ntt it is uo piai 11 rw iu. There are hundr'tt heri wssr n. hiw weary ! weary with ln. wssry with tr riMs. weary with buravm'at. Hotcs of you hsvs been pleroel thriuri an l throuti. Yo-i carry the soars of a thousinl c.iallcts. In wjioh vou hav t hie 1 at eviry por an I yon sigh, "Oh. th t I In I the wmrs of a dov.t. that I might fly aw ly an I be at r-sst ! Yoj have taken the cup of this world's pleasures an 1 drunk it to the dregs, an 1 still the thlnt claws at your tongue, nn I the favar strikes to your brain. You have chase 1 plos.sur through ev ry villcy, by every stream, ami I every brightness an I uu ler every aha low, but Just nt tho mom snt whun you were ready to put vour hand upin the rosy, laughing sylph of the woo 1 slis turns 1 upon you with the glare of a fleni nnd the eye of a satyr, her lock a llien and her brsath the chill damp of a grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to silence the storm. N light to kin lie the darkmss. No dry douk to repair the split bulwirk. Thank Ool, I can tell you something bet ter. If there Is no rest 011 earth, there Is rest In heaven. Ol, ys who are worn out with work. your hand calloused, your hacks bent, your eyes half put out. your (Injurs im with the needle that in this wort I you may nevor lay down, ye discouraged ones who have been waging a hint right lot bread, ye to whon the night brings littk' rest and the morning more drudgery ah, ye of the weary han I. an 1 of the weiry side, anl the weary toot, heir me talk about rost ! Look at that company of enthrone I ones. Loo'i at their hands, look nt their feet look nt their eyes. It cannot be that thoss bright one ever tolled? Yes, yes! The' pack id the Chinese teaboxe. ami through missionary Instruction escaped Into glory, Tiieso swalterel on Houtbern plantations ind one night nner tne cotton picking went up as white as If they hal never been Waek. Tnose died of overtoil la the Lowell carpet factories, nn I those, in M imhester mills. Those helpsd build the pyramids, nnd these broke aWay fr Jtu work on the dny Christ was hounded out of Jerusalem. No mow towers to build ; heav m Is done. No mors varments to weave : thero'jos are finished No more harvests to raise t the garners ar full. Oh, sons and daughter of toll, arts ye and depart, for thnt is your rest 1 Scovlll M iCallum. a boy of my fundny school, 'while dying said to his mother. "Don't cry, but sing, sing There I rest for the wearr. There is rest tor tbs werjr." ran--hif.,n.'i Wi wastejlKind over. JI. heart, salil. "mere isr.!sc lor me. Oh, ys whose lock nre wet with the dewr of the night of grief ; ye whose hearts ar heavy becauso those well known footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder It your rest! There is David triumphant, but once he bemoaned Absalom. There is Abra ham unthroned, but onue he wept far Sir.ib. Tnere is Paul exultant, but be ones sat with bis feet In the stocks. There is Pavson radiant with Immortal health, but oh eartb he was always sick. No toil, no tears, no partings, no strifo, no agonizing cough to night. No storm to rufHs the crystal sea. No alarm to strike from the cathedral towers. No dirge throbbing from seraphic harps. No tremor in the everlasting song, but reat perfect rest unending rest. Into that rest bow many of our loved one have gone! The little children had been guthorod up into the bosom of Christ. On of them wput out of the arms ot a widowed mothei, following il father, who died a few weoks before. In its last moment it seeme 1 to soe tbs departed father, for it said, look ing upward with brightened couutenanoe, "I'ap, take me up !" Others put down the work ot mid life, feel ing they could hardly be spare 1 from the of fice or store or shop for a day, but ure to be spared from It forever.- Your mother wont. Having lived a life of Christian consistency here, ever busy with kin lness for her chil dren, her heart full ot that meek and quiet spirit thnt is in the sight of Ood gre-it price, suddenly her countenance was transfigured, and the gate wa opened, and she took her Clace amid that great cloud ot witnesses that over about the throne. Olorlou consolation! Tbey are not dead. Tou cannot make me believe they nre dead. Tuey have only moved on. With more love than that with which they grout us on earth, they watch us Irom. their high place, and their voices cheer us In our struggles fortbe sky. 11 ill, spirit blessed, now that ye have passed the flood and won the crown I With weary feet we press up the shining way, un til la everlasting reunion we shall meet again. Oh. won't U be grand when-, our conflict done an l oar pariiug over, we hull clasp bunds, anil cry out, "I'tn U heaven r The AVnahcr A-oninn. The gieed ft the steam laundry, men and the tricks ot the Chinese wahee-w;tsiea has put the civiliza tion around u buck 0110 step so that the old-time washerwoman b once more In great demand. Whether It Is the acids that steam luundrvmen use. or, a soino sav, tuft machinery with which they rave time and labor, the fact U that they wear out tine linen faster than poor men an I wo men can replenish their wardrobes. Tne rich of c iurso have their laun dry work done at home, where the r linen uchleve that dull gloss which is called "homo made finish " and U much sought after by the steam laun dries becauso It in au different from tho hiuh polish that Chinamen put orT-thoir work. Put both kind ot liUimlr) men manage to peel tho outer skin otT curTs and cellar and to bring about tearful gaping wounds where tho bosom of shirts ought to loin tho bodies. Therefore the joung men ubout town are now hunting washerwomen, and some old, familiar street scenes of twenty years ago are coming buck, such as the women with big baskets in the residential dis tricts aud in the street cars, to ' say nothing ot the mile, of One linen flutter-in? on the pulley Hues behind tho tenement-buuiQi. t I
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