soe Em — rr —————————— Se ig TRE OSEAN, a ma rsp ens Ra RE RARE TRUST, Ishall see, When I am dead, And all my life, a finished scroll, Is read, That all the poor, rude fragments written now With faltering hand Gather together in that scroll, and make An epic grand. 1 shall hear The noise and strife, The clash and discord filling all of life, Gather in one deep burst of harmony, Whose sound shall rise Grand, wonderful, with a triumphant swell, And fill the skies. Bo though the days may seem Useless and pitiful and incomplete, I still can trust my dream: I know at last will come a triumph sweet, When Death and I shall meet. —Floy Campbell, in Lippincott. The Wedding Coronal. VERY small room, in a very small house, with a very small fire burning in the grate —this is our scene. There was no orna- ment, unless the pure white curtains, and and the yellow dim- ple of the April sun- shine on a somewhat faded carpet might be 8) * characterized as such, ) and the fresh loveli- ness of two girls who sat in the apart- ment struck you like an incongruity, i: seemed as if they must be there by mis- take. *‘Half a pound of beefsteak, Ruth, and a few potatoes, and a loaf of bread; that will do, I think,” said the elder, thoughtfully, to a tall, gaunt old woman with a little market basket on her arm, who stood in the middle of the room, as if awaiting orders. ¢¢Aint that are a pretty clus’ dinoer for three, Miss Josephine?” said Ruth, giving her rusty black bonnet an extra twitch. “I know it, Ruth,” laughed the girl; ‘but we must regulate our expenditure according to our resources, you arz aware. Bee!” She held up a lank little purse as she spoke. Ruth smiled too—but she was looking, not at the purse, but at Jose- phine Carey, standing where the sun- shine threaded her brown curls with gold and melted into hazel wells of light under her long dark lashes. But she was not as regally beautiful as her sister. As Cecile Carey sat in the antique easy chair by the smouldering remnant of fire, it would scarcely have been difficult to fancy her a crowned queen. She looked fretfully up from her em- broidery as Josephine spoke. “‘Ruth, do tring a few oranges for dessert—I canuot live on this beggarly diet!” she said. **We cannet afford it, Cecile,” inter- posed Josephine, gently. Cecile pouted. “You don’t care whether I starve or not.” Josephice’s lip quivered. “*Dearest Cecile! 18 it not better to bear up cheerfully and strive ,not to re- pine” ; ¢¢As if one could help repining in this dismal hole! And then since papa’s bankruptcy and death our friends have all deserted us—of course, they would not come to such a place as this.” ¢¢Of course, then, they are not worth our regrets. But Cecile, you should not say all. Mr. Archcliff has been here several times.” “Yes,” said Cecile, a little conscious- ly, asif she would have added: ¢‘And 1 defy him to stay away while I choose to keep him with a smile or a glance.” ‘But, then, Josephine, he is our lawyer.” “The law business has long since come to an end,” said Josephine, archly. ¢«Never mind, Cecy, we won't 1nvesti- gate his motives too closely; and now, where is my sewing?” Cecile looked rather scornfully at the plain calico dress which the busy fin- gers of her sister were working on. “Things will be different when I am Mrs. Archceliff,” she mused to herself. ‘I wonder if he will come here to-day; be has been absent since Wednesday.” The sunshine was creeping up the wall like an ebbing tide of gold, and the coarse indices of the wooden mantel clock were pointing to somewhere about 5, that afternoon, when Ruth put her stiff muslin cap into the room where Cecile was dozing over a book, and Jos~ ephine still at work over the calico breadths. s+If you please, young ladies—" ¢* Well?” drawled Cecile, sleepily. ¢‘Mr. Archciiffe is here.” And, without further ceremony, she ushered the lawyer into the apartment, A tall, stately man, somewhere be- tween thirty and forty, with dark, heavy hair, straight features, and eyes full of quiet, thoughtful strength, he entered with the same chivalrous respect ne had been wont to show the sisters when they dweit in a superb mansion, and were clothed with purple and fine linen. ¢] have come here on business,” he said, breaking the momentary pause that znsued after the usual greetings; ‘‘bus- iness that imminently concerns both of you young ladies. While examining some wills and leases relating to an en- tirely different case, I accidentally stum- bled on a clue which, when followed up, brought me to the knowledge that you are heirs to considerable property, which has for some years been enjoyed by those who possessed neither right nor title to it.” ¢¢ Tac wretches!” interrupted Cecile, passionately. *¢Nay,” he said, gently, ‘‘the present possessor is quite ignorant that he has done any wrong, whatever suspicions his father may have bad on the subject.” s¢tAnd how sooun—when—" stam- mered Cecile. ++Do you mean how soon do you come { move. into possession?” he asked, asshe paused abruptly. ‘Within a very few weeks, I trst—as soon as the troublesome forms of law can be gone through with. Acting as your legal advisor, I have already given notice to the young man.” “Then it is a young man. Poor fel- low!” sighed Josephine ‘What sort of a person is it, Mr. Archcliff ?” “I know nothing, Miss Josephine, except that he is about sixteen, and a cripple.” ¢“A cripple?” “Yes; a martyr, I am told, to spinal isease.” “And this is the only property he possesses?” ¢¢All, I believe.” «But tell me about it, Mr. Arch- 1 cliff!” interrupted Cecile, with kindling eyes and deepening color. ‘This prop- erty—in what does it consist?” “In Audley Hall and its estate to be- gin with, and further, in stocks, land, mortgages and railroad shares, amount- mg altogether, I think, to something like fifty thousand dollars.” “Twenty-five thousand each—that is very little,” pouted Cecile, rather disap- pointed. Mr. Archliff smiled. “For you to gain, perhaps; but a great deal for him to lose.” He glanced at his watch and rose. «I will see you again to-morrow morn- ing, young ladies. In the meantime, I suppose I have your authority to pro- ceed as expeditiously as possible?” “‘Certainly,” said Cecile, eagerly. «Pray let there be no delay that can be avoided. I am sll impatience to come into my new property.” She smiled as she spoke—a smile that made her seem like some fair-haired angel. The lawyer looked at her with a long, penetrating glance, as he bowed good-bye. Cecile wondered, with a beating heart, what that grave, wistful look meant. ‘Put up* that horrid calico thing, Josey!” she exclaimed, when they were alone together. ¢¢Don’t, pray, work any more to-day. I'll send Ruth out after some oranges and jelly and iced cake, and we'll have a nice little banquet. Oh! if you knew how I have longed for these little dainties after our anchorite farel Why are you looking so grave, Joseph- ine? Why don't you rejoice with me?" Josephine looked up into her sister's radiant face. ‘‘Because, Cecile, I see nothing to justify. us in any great amount of rejoic- ing.” ¢‘Nothing?’ Josephine Carey, what do you mean?” Josephine rose and stood quietly be- fore her sister. ¢-Cecy, look at me!” So 1 do look—what of it?” “‘[ am strong and heaithy, am I not?" ¢¢Yes—of course.’ ¢«With hands that are not useless and a heart that will not fail?” : * Yes.” ‘And do yon suppose, Cecy, that I, with ail these priceless blessings at my command will stoop to take a poor crip- ple boy's inheritance from him?" “But it is not his; it is ours’” ¢No matter whose it 1s, I wili not take it! Oh, Cecile, do you suppose my heart 1s of stone or adamant?’ *‘But Mr. Archeliff-—" ¢“As a lawyer—as our lawyer, Mr. Archcliff has acted entirely right, He has discovered this inheritance and taken proper steps to place it in our hands—it is for us to decide whether we will accept it or not!” *As if we should hesitate for a mo- ment!” : ‘I shall not, Cecile; this poor cripple has greater need of the money than we.” +¢Josephine, are you in earnest?” ¢lam.” Cecile grew scarlet with anger. + Very well—you wiil do as you please. I shall not relinquish my share of this scanty property tor a baseless whim. Is it not sufficient that this boy, or man, or whatever pe is, has enjoyed our rights and comforts all his life?” Josephine did not answer; she saw ow useless 1t was to arzue with her sister, but not the less was her own mind made up. Aud when Mr. Archcliff called the next morning, Cecile detailed to him what she called her sister's absurd Quixotism. “Say what I will, sha cannot be turned from this ridiculous piece of folly,” concluded Cecile, ‘‘and she wishes you to deed back her nalf of the estate and money to this young man.” «*And you, Miss Cecile?" «1? Ob, I am troubled with no such ultra scruples of conscience. I shall, of course, desire to come into possession as soon as possible. Audley Hall will be a very pleasant change after these miser- ably cramped quarters.” +*Does your sister accompafy you?” ¢¢Oh, no—she will remain here and open a little day school. The idea of Josephine Carey teaching school for a living!” Wher Josephine returned from a brief walk, she found her sister in high spirits. «Did you tell him, Cecy?” **Yes, “What did he say?” “Nothing at all—it is evident he is very highly displeased, however.” Josephine's heart sank within Ler. “I must do my duty,” she thought, pressing her hand to her throbbing temples, ‘‘no matter whom it may of- fend. My duty—my duty!” It was almost a sob, in 1is agonized intensity. ‘You will come and see me soon, at Audley Hall,” said Cecile Carey, bend- ing her sweet eyes on Mr. Archcliffe’s grave brow, as he bade her adieu at the railroad depot. He bowed quietly and stepped back, just as the tiain began to Cecile drew a long breath. ‘Strange that he has not proposed,” she thought. ¢‘Bat there will be no lack of opportunities at Audley. Selden Archcliff did not return di- rectly to his office, although there was a : considerable arrear of business awaiting | him in those dingy precincts. He went, instead, to the little room where Jose- phine Carey was crying quietly on her sister's empty chair. «[ know I am very foolish,” she fal- tered, ‘‘but my little school commences to-morrow, and I have such a brief time left for tears.” It was the first time he had seen her since the evening he had brought tidings of the discovered inheritance. Since then she had slyly avoided his presence, dreading to read disapproval in his face. Now, however, there was no evading the ordeal—1t must come! : ¢:Miss Carey,” he said earnestly re- garding her,” I have come to speak to you with reference to this very ua- usual decision of yours respecting the Audley property. Few girls in your cir- cumstances would have acted as you have done.” Her bright cheek caught a more vivid rose. «You think I have acted wrongly!” “Let me tell you what I think. It was a deed whose noble magnanimity is be- youd all praise. You have abandoned comparative ease, and devoted yourself to a life of toil, because you thought it right. Iam learning now for the first time the true emblem’s that dwell in a woman's nature. I loved you before— need I say how much dearer you are be- come to me now? My little heroine, will you trust the priceless heart to me? will you be my wife? ¢*But, Mr. Arcicliff—" “Well?” ¢+I fancied that you loved Cecile!” He smiled, ¢‘I have loved you, dear. est, since I knew you first, scarcely a year ago. But vou have not answered my question yet!” The soft brown eyes, dewy with a sense of great happiness that was in store for her, were raised to his with in- nocent frankness. «I love you, Mr. Ar ” she said with a shy dignity that ke herself. ¢¢But never dreamed you wnuld love an insignificant little creature like me!” He drew her towards him with a caressing fondness that was like new lite to her starved heart! He loved her —that was enough! The little school was never opened — and when Cecile read the long letter that reached her the very next mail, she bit her beautiful lips unt.l the scarlet blood started. ¢+Fool that I have been!" she muttered, ¢¢And to think how skilfully that un- conscious little Josey has played her cards! Audley Hall, indeed! Why the Archcliff estates are ten times as large! And the same June that brought a wreath of white roses. Josephine Carey's sunny curls, brought also the dawn of a new bliss to her girl heart. Selden Archcliff thought his wife had never looked so lovely as she did on her wedding day !—New York News. How Russia Recruits Her Spies. Females play an important if not pre- dominant part in the army of Russian spies, all of them belonging to the so- called educated classes. The way in which they are recruited is very simple and ingenious; the method was de- scribed to me once by one of the pillars of the Secret Section, and was confirmed later on by a lady spy with whom I had a coaversation cn the subject. ‘ An official d ¢s (ninety-nine out of a hundred educated Russians are officials) before he has served long enough to en-. title him to a pension. His young wife petitions the Ministry for an allowance, and sl.e receives a sum varying from $50 to $250. After the lapse of some months she petitions again and is told to call at the police office, where about one-fifth of the former sum isgiven to her, and she is encouraged to hope that in two months’ time something may be done for her again. When she next returns, she is informed that as her husband did not earn a pen- sion, she cannot expect to receive any further assistance; that the authorities, 1n fact, possess no funds for the purpose, but that they are willing to give her a little licht employment which will en title her to a monthly allowance, suffi- cient to save her from social shipwreck. She generally catches at the straw, and seldom has leisure or calmness enough to discover that it is not even a straw, but a golden chain that drags her down to unfathomable depths. She is then in- troduced into various families, visits the semi-public balls and places of amuse- ment, and forwards regular reports to the Third Section, and visits the depart- ment perodically to answer questions and take fresh orders. —London Telegraph. mE errr How the Races Originated. M. De Quatrefages, the French eth- nologist, has made pablic his conclusions with regard to the origin and distribu- tion ot the human race. He says all mankind came from a central mass in Northern Asia, and that there were three fundamental types —black, white and yellow. These three types scattered over the world and intermingled, form- ing, in course of time, seventy-two dis- tinct races of human beings, which is the number of races classified by our best ethnologists in the tabulations brought down to the year 1890. The learned De Quatrefages believes that the Amer- ican [ndians came from ‘‘a blending of white and yellow races’ with a local quateroary race.” Say, M. De Quatre- fages, where did that local quaternary race originate?—New York Journal. Use for the Shark's Ears. harks have lately been affording con- vibutions to science. The biologists . ave been vivisecting them for the pur- oose of finding out about the functions ot the ear, which in fishes is made to some extent on the same pattern as in man. The tact has been known for some time that the ear is not merely an organ of hearing. It has to do wilh the sense of equilibrium. Light has been thrown on this matter by removing portions of the auditory apparatus of sharks, which are thus rendered unable to maintain their balance in the water. The part on which this faculty seems to depend is the *:labyrinth,” and the same effect is produced by cutting the nerves communicating with it,—New York Commercial Advertiser. : REV. DR. TALMAGE ON ROME A SERMON INSPIRED BY A VISIT to the Colosseum. . Its Ruins Preach Eloquent Sermons to the2 World. TEXT: *I am ready to preach the gospet to you that are at Rome also.”—Romans i., 15. Rome! What a city it was when Paul visited it! What a city it is now! Roma! ‘The place where Virgil sang and Horace satirized, and Terence laughel and Catiline conspired, and Ovid dramatized ani Nero fiddled, and Vesnasian prosecuted and Sulla legislated, and Cicero thundered, and Aurel - jus and Decius and Caligula and Julian and Hadriad and Constantine and Augustus reigned, and Paul the Apostle preached the 1 lS not much of a draftsman, but I have in my memorandu un book a sketch which X made in the winter of 1839, wben I went out to the gate through which Paul entered Rome and walked uo the very street he walked up to ses somewhat how the city must have looked to him as he came in on the gospel errand proj in the text. Palaces on either side of the street through which the Jittle missionary advanced, Piled up wickedness. Enthroned accursedness. Templed cruelties. Altars to sham deities. Glorified delusions. Pillared, arched, domed, turreted abominations. Wickedness of all sorts at a high premium and righteous ness 99% per cent. off. And now he passes by the foundations of a building whicl is to be almost unparalleled for vastness. You can see by the walls which have begun to rise, that here is to be something enough stupendous to astound the centuries. Aye, it is the Coliseum started. Of the theatre at Ephesus where Paul fought with wild beasts, ths temple of Diana, of the Parthenon, of Pharaoh’s palace at Memphis and of other great buildings, the ruins of which I have ssen, it has been my privilege to address you, but .a member of my family asked me recently why I[ had not spoken to you of the Coliseum at Rome, since its moral and religious lessons are so impressive. . Perbaps while in Rome the law of contrast wrought upon me. I had visited the }Mam- ertine dungeon where Paul was incarcera- ted. 1 had measured the opening at the top of the dungeon through which Paul had been let down, and it was tw -three inches by twenty-six. The ceiling at its highest point was seven feet from the floor, but at the sides of the room the ceiling was five feet seven inches, The room at the widest was fifteen feet. There was a seat of rock 214 feet high. There was a shelf four fest hign. The only furniture wasa spider's web suspended from the roof, wach [ saw by the torchlight I carried. There was the subterraneous passage from the dungeon to the Roman forum, so that the prisoner could be taken directly from prison to trial, The dungeon was built out of volcanic stone from the Albano Mountains. Oh, it was a dismal and terrific place. You never saw coal hole so dark or so forbidden. The place was to me a nervous shock, for I re~ member that was the best thing that the world would afford ths mos: illustrious be- except one, that I ever saw, and that trom that place Paul went out to die. From that spot I visited the Coliseum—oae of the most astounding miracles of architecture that the world ever saw. Indeed, I saw it morning, noon and nigat, for it threw a spell on me from which 1 could not break away. “Although now a vast ruin, the Coliseum Is so well rved that we can standin the center and recall all that it once was, It is in shape silipsoidal, oval, oblong. 1t is at Its greatest length 612 feat. After it had furnished seats for 87,000 people it had room for 15,000 more to stand, so that 100,000 ple could sit and stand tramsfized by its scenes of courage and martyrdom and bru- tality and horror. Instead of cur modern tickets of admis- sion, they entered by ivory cneck, and a check dug up near Rome within a few years was marked “Section 6, Lowest Tier, Seat No. 18.” You understand that the building was not constructed for an audience to be addressed by human voice, although I tested it with some friends and could be heard across it, but it was made only for seein: and was circular, aad at any point allow full view of the spactacle, : The arena in the centre in olden times was strewn with pounded stone or sand, so as not to be too sliphery with human blood, for if it were too slippery it would spoil the fun. The sand flashed hers and there with sparkles of silver and gold, and Nero added a and Caligula added chrysocolla. The sides of the arena were composed of smooth marble eleven feet high, so that the wild beasts of the arena could not climb up into the audience. On the top of these sides of smooth marble was a metal railing, bay- ing wooden roilers, which easily revolved. so that if a panther should-leap high enough to scale the wall and with his paw touch any one of those rollersit would revolve and drop him buck again into the arana. Back of this marble wall surrounding the arena was a level platform of stone, adorned with statues of and godessss and the artistic effigies of monarchs and conquerars. Here were movable seats for the emperor and the imperial swine and swinesses with which he surrounded himself, Before the place whera the emperor sat the gladiators would walk immediately after entering the arena, crying: *‘Hail, Cesar! Thoseabout to die salute thee.” The different ranks of spectators were di- vided by partitions studded with mosaics of emerald and beryl and ruby and diamond. Great masts of wood arose from all sides of the building, from which festoons of flowers were ed, crossing ths building, or in time of rain awnings of silk were suspended, the Coliseum having no roof. The outside wall was incrusted with marble and had four ranges, and the thrse lower ranges bad 80 columns each and arches after arches, and on each arch an exquisite status of a god or a hero. Into 180 feet of altitude soarel the Colis- eum. It glittered and flashed and shome with whole sunrises and sunsets of dazzle- ment. After the audience had assembled aromatic liquids oozad from tubes distilled from pipes and rained gently on the multi- tudes and filled the air with odorsof hya- cinth and heliotrope and frankincense and balsam and myrrh and saffron, so that Lu- can, the poet, says of it: At once ten thousand saffron carrents flow And rain their odors on the crowd below. But where was the sport to come from? Well, I went into the cellars opening off from the arena, and I saw the place where they kept the hyenasani lions and panthers and wild boars and beastly violences of all sorts without food or water until made fierce enough for the arena, and I saw the under- ground rooms where the gladiators were accustomed to wait until the clapping of the ple outside demanded that they come Forth. armed—to murder or” be murdered. All’ the arrangements were complete, as enough of the cellars and galleries still re- main to indicate. What fun they must have had turning lions without food or drink up- on an unarmed disciple of Jesus Christ! At the dedication of this Coliseum 9000 wild beasts and 10,000 immortal men were slain, so that blood of men and beast was not a brook, but a river; not a pool, but a lake. Having been in that way dedicated, be not surprised when I tell you that Emperor Pro- bus on one occasion threw into that arena of the Coliseum 1000 stags, 1000 boars and 1 ostriches. What fun it musthave been—the sound of trumpets, the roar of wild beasts and the groans of dying men while in the gallery = wives and children of thosedown under the lion's paw wrung their hands and shrieked out in widowhood and orphanage, while 100,000 people clapped their hands, and there was a “Ha! hal” wide as Rome and ep as perdition! + The corpses of that arena were put om a eart or dragged by a hook out through what was cailed the Gate of Death. hat an excitement it must have been when two com- batants entered ths arena, the ona with sword and shield and the other with met and speafr. he swordsman strikes at the man with the net and shear. He dodges the sword and then flings the net over the of the swordsman and jerks him to rhe floor of the arena, and the man who flung the net puts his foot on the neck of the fallen swordsman, and spear in hand looks up to the galleries, as much as to say, “shall I let him up, or shall I plunge this spear into his body until he is dead?’ The audience had two signs, either of which they might give. If they waved their flags, it meant spare the fallen contestant. If they turned their thumbs down, it meant slay him. Occasionally the audiencs would wave their flags, and the fallen would be let up, but that was too tame sport for most oc- carions, and generally the thumbs from tha galleries were turned down, and with that sign would he heard the #ccompanying shout of “Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill?” Yet 3 was far from being a monotone ot sport, for there was a caal of Zramme in that wondrous od strange and powerful machinery, beyond anything of modern invention, the floor of the arena would begin to rock and roll and then give away, and thera would appear a lake of bright water, and on its banks trees would spring up rustling with foliage, and tigers appeared among the jungles, and armei men would come forth, and thers would be a tiger hunt. Then on the lake in the Colis- eum armed ships would float, and there would be a sea fight. What fun! What lots of fun! When pestilence came, in order to appease the gods, in this Coliseun asacri- fice would be made, and the people would throng that t amphitheatre, shonting, “I'he Christians to the wild beasts!” and there would be a crackling of human bones in the jaws of leonine ferocity. But all this was to be stopped, By the ‘outraged sense of public decsncy? ~ No. There is only one thing that has ever stopped cruelty and sin, and that is Christianity, and it was Christianity, whether you like its form or not, that stoppad this massacre of centuries, One day while in the Coliseum a Roman victory was being c:lebrated, and 100,000 enraptured spectators were looking down upon two gladiators in the arena stab- bing and slicing each otaer to death, an Asiatic monk of the name of Telemachus was so overcome by the cruelty that hs leaped from the gallery into the arena and ran in between the two swordsmen and ushed first one back and them the other ck and broke up the contest. Of course the audience was affronted at having their sport stopped, and they hurled stones at the head of Telemachus until he fell dead in the arena. But when ths day was passed, and the passions of the people bad cooled off, they deplored the martyrdom of the brave and Christian Telemachus, and as a result of the overdone cruelty the human sacrifices of the Coliseum were for - ever abolished. Whata good thing, say you, that such cruelties have ceased. My friends, the same spirit of ruinous amusements and of moral sacrifice is abroad in the world to-day, al- though it takes other shap2s. Last summer in our southwest tners occurred a scene of pugilism on which all Christendom looked down, for I saw the papers on the other side of the Atlantic Ocean giving whole columns of it. Will some one tell me in what respect that brutality of last summer was suoerior to the brutality of a Roman Coliseum? In some respects it was worse by so much as the Nineteenth Century pretends to be mare merciful and more decent than the Fifth Century. That pugilism is winning admiration in this country is positively proved by the fact that years ago such collision was reported in a half dozen lines of newspaper, if reported at all, and now it takes the whole side of a newspaper to tell what transpired bstween the first blood drawn by one loafer and the throwing up of the sponge by the other loafer, and 1t is not the newspapar's fault, for the newspapers give only what the peo- ple want, and when newspapers put carrion on your table it is because you prefer car- rion, The same spirit of brutality is seen to-day in many an ecclesiastical court when a min- ister is put on trial. Look at the tounten- ances of the prosecuting ministers, and not in all cases, but in many cases, you will find nothing but diabolism inspires them. They let out on one poor minister who cannot ae- fend himself the lion of ecclesiasticism and the tiger of bigzotry, and ths wild boar of jealousy. and it they can get the offending minister flat on his SOMA. One. puts feet on the neck of the overthrown gospel- izer and looks up, spear in hand, to sce whether the galleries and ecclesiastics would have him let up or slain, And, lo! many of the thumbs are down. In the worldly realms look at the brutali- ties of the presidential election eight years Read the biographies of Daniel Web- ster and Alexander H. Stephens and Horacs Greeley and Charles Sumner and Lucius Quintus Cincinnatus Lamar apl James G. Blaine, and if the story of defamation and calumny and scandalizition and diatribs and scurrility and lampoon and billingsgata and damnable perfidy bas accurately re- corded, tell me in what respects our political arena and the howlinz and blaspheming galleries that again and again look down upon it are better than the Roman Colis- eum. When I read a few days ago that the Su- preme Court of the United States had ap- propriately adjournsd to pay honors to the two last distinguished men mentioned, ani American journalism North, South, East and West went into lamentations over their departure and said all complimentary things in regard to them, I asked: ‘When did the Nation lie abous these man? Was it when during their life it gavs them male- diction or no ~ since their death when be- stowing upon them beatification?” The same snirit of cruelty that you de- plore in the Roman Coliseum is seen in the sharp appetite the world seems to have for the downfall of good men, and in the divorce of those whose marital life was thought ac- cordant, and in the absconding of a bank cashier. On, my friends, the world wants more of the spirit of ‘Let him up” and less of the spirit of ‘‘anmbs down!" There are hundreds of men in the prisons of America who ought to be discharged, becaus3 they were the victims of circumstances or have suffered enough. There are in all professions and occupa- tions men who are dominzerai over ry others, and whose life is a struzgle with montrous opposition, and circumstancas have their heel upon the throbbing and broken” hears. For God's sake, let them up! Away with the spirit of “Thumbs down!” hat the world wants is 1000 men like Telemachus to leap out of the gallery into the arena, whether he be a Roman Catholic monk, or a Methedist steward, or Presbyterian elder, and go in between the contestants. ‘‘Blessed are the cemakers, for they shall be called the childran of God!” One-half of the world is down and the other half is up, and the half that is up has its hieel on the half that is down. If you, as a boss workman, or as a contractor, or as a Bishop, or as a State or National official, or as a potent factor in social life, or in any way are oppressing any one, know that the same devil that possessed the Roman Coliseum op- presses you. The Diocletians are not all dead. The cellars leading into the arena of life’s struggle are not all emptied of their tigers. e vivisection by young doctors of dogs and cats and birds most of the time adds nothing to human discovery, but is only a continuation of Vaspasian’s Colis- eum. The cruelties of the world generally begin in nurseries, and in home circles, and in da schools. The child that transfixes a fly wit a pin, or the low feeling that sets two dogs into combat, or that bullies a weak or crip- pled playmate, or the indifference that starves a canary bird, needs only to be de- veloped in order to make a first class Nero ora full armed Apollyon. It would be a good sentence to be written on the top line of a child's book, and a fit iascription to be embroidered in the arm chair of the sitting room, and an appropriate motto for judge and jury and district attorney and sheriff to look at in the court house, ‘‘Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy I” And s0 the ruins of that Celiseum preach to me. Indeed the most imoressive things on earth are ruins. The four greatest struc- tures ever built are in ruins. The Parthe- non in ruins, the tamole of Diana in ruins, the temple of Jerusalem in ruins, the Coli- seum in ruins. Indeed the earth itself will yet be a pile of ruins, mountains in ruins, the seas in ruins, the cities in ruins the hemispheres in ruins, Yea, further than that, all up and down the heavens are worlds burned up, worlds wrecked, worlds extinct, worlds abandoned. orlds on worlds in ruins! But Iam glad to sav it is the same old heaven, and in all that world there is not one ruin and never will be a ruin, Not one o: the pearly gates will ever become un- hingad. Not on» of the amethystine towers will ever fall. Kbot one of the mansions will ever decay. Notone of tha chariots will ever be unwheeled. Not one of the will ever rock down. Ob, make surs of beaven, for itis an everlasting heaven. Through Christ the Lord get ready for residence in the eternal palaces. The last evening before leaving Rome for Brindisi and Athens Ezypt and Pales- tine I went alone to the Coliseum. ere was not _a living soul in all the immense area. Even those accustomed to sell curios at the four entrances of the building had gone away. The placa was so -overw| ingly silent I could hear my own heart beat with the emotions aroused by the place and hour. I pacad the arena. I walked down into the dens where the nyenas were once kept. I ascoanded to the place where the emparor used to sit. I elimbed up on the galleries from waich th? mighcy throngs of people had gaz:d in enciantment. To break the silence I shoutei, and that seemed to awaken tha echoes, echo upon echo. And those awakened echoes ssemed to address me, saving: ‘‘Men die, but their work lives on. Gaulentius, the architzct who planuaed this structure; the 69, en- slaved Jews brought t; ‘iitus from Jerus- alem, and who toiled on these walls, the giadiators who fought in thisarena, the em- perors ani empresses who had place on yonm- der plattorm, the m:llions who during cen- turies sat and ross in these galleries, have stands to teil the story of cruelty and pomp and power—3500 years of bloodshed.” Then, as Istoo1 there, theracams to me another burst of echoss, whica seemed throbbing with the prayers and songs and groans of Christians who had expired in that arena, and they seemed to say, ‘‘How muekh it cost to serve God in ages past, and how thankful modern centuries ought to be that the persecution which reddened the’ sands of this ampaitheaver have been abol- ished.” And then I questioned tha. echoass, saying, “Where is Emperor Titus, who sat here?’ The answer came, ‘Jon? to judgment.” ‘Where is Emperor Trajan, who sat here?’ ‘Gone to judgment.” ‘Where is Maximi- nus, who sat here?” “Goneto juilgment.” *“W hers are all the multitudes who clappsd and shouted and waved flags to let the van—- quished up, or to have them slain put taumbs down?’ The echoes answered, ‘Gone to judgment.” Iinquired, *‘All?” And they answered “‘AlL" And I looked up to the sky above ths ruins, and it was full of clouds scurrying swiftly past, and those clouds seemed as though they had faces, and some of the faces smiled and some of them frowned, and they seemed to have wings, and some of the wings were mooungilt and others thunder charged, and the voica overpowered ths echoes beneath. ‘‘Behold He cometh with clouds, and evéry eye shall see Him.” And as I stood looking up along the walls of the Coliseum they rose higher and higher, higher and higher, until the amphitheatre seamed to be filled with all the Nations of the past, and all the Nations of the preseat, and all the Nations oi the future, those who went down under the paws of wild beasts, and those who sat waving flags to let up the conquered, and thos? who held thumbs down and great, and emperor and slave, and pas- or and people, and righteous and wicked, tha amphitheatre seeming to rise to in- definite heights on all sides of me, and in the center of that amphitheatre, instead of the arena of combatants, a great throne stood, rising higher and higher, Bighes and higher, and on it sat the Christ for whom the martyrs died and against whom the ‘Diocletians plot- ted their persecutions, and waving one hand toward the piled up splendors to the right of Him He cried, ‘*Come, ye bless- ed.” and waving the other hand toward the piled up glooms on ths left of Him Hs cried, “Daparf, ye cursed.” : And so the Coliseum of Rome that even- ing of 1889 seemed enlarged into the amphi- theater of the last judgment, and I from under the arch of that mighty struc- ture, mighty even in itsruins, praying to' Almighty God, through Jesus Christ, for merey in that day for which all other days were made, and that as I expected mercy from God I might exercise mercy toward others and have more and more of the spirit ‘Lit him up” and less of the spirit of “fbhmambs dowa!” ‘We may not all be able to do a sumin higher mathematic’, but thera is a sum in the first role of gospel arithmetic which we all may do, Itisa sum in simple addition; ‘Add to your faith virtus, aud to virtue knowledge, and to knowledge temperance, and to temperaacas patience, and to patience godliness, and to godliness brotherly kind- ness, and to brotherly kindness charity.” BE are a ah Petrified Snakes. One of the most startling finds ever made in this section was unearthed at Rockvale, a small mining camp nine ailes northeast of here. Tbe Santa Fe Coal Company, which has large mining interests at that point, was excavating in the bottom of a gulch for the purpose of putting in a new track when a peculiar formation was run into. The workmen stopped to examine, and on digging around the spot the strange thing was found to be a perfectly formed snake twelve feet in length. "1 This find caused so much excitement that the excavation was continued, and at a little distance “another reptile was uncovered, and on being dug out was found to be twenty-four feet in length and as thick through as a man’s body and perfectly petrified. This find caused still greater excite- ment, and all work was stopped to dig for snakes.” Another one was soon struck and is not yet uncovered. The reptiles were found at a depth of taree feet. De- tails are but meagre so far, but a large number of persons have visited the find, and say facts as stated are true. No one can tell how many of the petrified mon- sters will be found, but no doubt there is a nest of them.—Denver News. All Were Freaks. According to mail advices, love had a queer mating at New Diggings, Wis., the other dgy. The bridegroom stood six feet two inches, the bride three feet two and a half inches. The officiating clergyman had but one leg. The witnesses were a man without arms, who sigued the marriage contract with a pen held between his teeth, a woman who weighed 350 pounds and a man seven feet six inches tall. The bride was fifty years old, and her grandmother, aged ninety-eight, attended the wedding. —Boston Herald. 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