& ¥ % a __ i mT TE FI na SE Jeo Eom 555 ~ EASTER MORNING, Enraptured wakes the glad, expectant earth Beneath the gentle kiss of nature's breath, ‘Whose melody proclaims the morning's birth To whisper of the joy that follows death; While silently th2 starlights disappear Before the splendor of the coming morn That thrills the world with strangs, ecstatic fear, As unto her a woandroas life is born; For see! as hurling darkness from the skies The sun appears in radiancy sublime— The Resurrection to ensymboliz: — While earth and h3aven in exultant chime Peal forth in grand aatiphonal accord Their anthem, ‘‘Fallelujah, praise the Lord!” —Clifford Howard. ALBA. A SIBERIAN ROMANCE. SWIRL of snow from the mountain-side blicded the eyes of the convicts, and they wearily begued to be allowed to rest, but were told roughly to push on. Ragged and worn, the pooz women, who had left home and country to follow their exiled busbands, hugged 8 puny, crying babes to their chilled bosoms, and dragged on resolutely. A pitiful sight, truly! Men and women, many of them reared in luxury, were now forced to march, day after day, inthe most inciement weather, with scant clothing, and only the poorest food—a black bread made from the sweepings of mills. Even pebbles and other refuse formed the greater part of the ingredients. With this bread they were allowed a cupful of water. That was all! One of the convicts, a lad of seven- teen, whose handsome face was smirched with blood from a wound on his broad forehead—caused by a blow from the fist of one of the guards—leaned weari- ly on the ‘‘varnak” on his left to whom be was chained. The chain depending from his right hand, and attached to his foot, seemed unusually heavy, for he was weak from loss of blood, but a kick from the guard nearest him forced him to make a desperate effort to push on. His glossy black hair fell in mat- ted locks over his brow. Doubtless his rank ‘had induced the authorities to show him some marks of favor, for he was more warmly clad than his fellow- convicts, and his head had not been shaven. His face gleamed pale in the sun's rays, but it aroused no pity ia the hearts of the inhuman guards. Ivan Smoloff, the youngest convict in this detachment, was a descendant of the royal family of Poland, now under the stern despotism ot Russia, He had attempted, with a small band of fol- lowers, to defend his country against the Russian forces, but the courage of his countrymen soon weakened, and after the burning of Warsaw, they gave up all hope. © The Emperor, fearing an— other outbreak from this fiery young nobleman, ordered his arrest, and his exile to Siberia. Hearing this, young Smoloff escaped to Germany, wandering over the continent for eight weary weeks, only to be captured at last, and exiled. No farewell word with mothers, sisters, or sweetheart; no last look at his old home. Hurried off like a common criminal —for defending his country! +I cannot go further.” These words force themselves to his lips, and he sinks down dragging his comrade with him. The guards swear at him, kick him, and finally order him to be stripped and beaten, The women shriek with terror, and cover their eyes, but the sounds of the lash ring in their ears, and long alter the tortured youth's lips cease to move, they can hear his piteous cries. At last, the quiverinz flesh is hastily covered with the coarse clothing, and be is chained again, acd told to move on. ¢You have a knile on your watch- chain; sever the veins in your wrist, and put an end to your suffering,” whispers the convict on his right. «I cannot,” he answers feebly. cannot take my own life.” «Better to be dead than suffer this living death!” Give me the knife, 1 will soon put an end to my misery.” Smoloff detaches the tiny knife and gives it to the half maddened creature, who surreptitiously severs an artery io his wrist, and bravely bears up, until forced to fall from exhaustion. The order is given to fire, and all is over. Another convict is chained to Smoloff, snd they move on. Ivan Smoloff envied the dead ¢‘var- nak,” and silently prayed for death. It was well-nigh impossible to add *‘If it be Thy will.” There was no escape but by death. He had thought of many ways. Even if he could elude the vigi- lance of the guards, he dared not hope to get out of the country, for the natives were paid three roubles a head for every $tvarnak.” At Tiumen the convicts were crowded into a barge, and carried across the Obi. As they neared Tomolsk, Smoloff was suffering excruciating pain, aod in a frenzied moment twisted the chain which bound him to the next ‘‘varnak,” and ran a few paces. The cold air blew his bair from his forehead, and sent the young blood coursing through his body. He was free; if only for one moment! Running with all the strength he could command, he strained his ear to catch the order to fire. «Ope, two, three—fire!” Six shots rang out on the wintry air. Then three more despatched at the prostrate body. One guard went up and kicked the stiff- ening form outlined on the snow. ‘Right about! March!” and they were gone. Night fell and the stars came ott, one by -one, and blinked at the prostrate figure lying so still and cold, with the life-blood crimsoning the soow, and then beckoned the moon to sce the piti- ful sight. oT Alba Senref, Princess of Arnak. considered proud and cold by strangers, but they little knew the- tenderness of the younz Princess's heart. Pleaged from childhood to lvan Smoloff, only s)n of the royal house of Poland, she iad lavished all her young luve on her future lord. Waen the news of his banishment reached her, she did not faint as his mother did. They were at a brilliant bali. The order was im- mediately civen to drive home. Then, with pale lips and white, drawn face, Alba sit down beside her fire, and tried to devise sne means of escape for her lover. All night long she paced her room, thinking, thinking, thinking! She mus: do something! Six o'ciock struck, and still no plan was made by which she could help him. Sinking on her knees, she prayed for help. The servant, enter- ng an hour later, found her asleep. She seemed dazed when awakened; then she said : Tell my maid I wish to see her.” WWhea the maid came, sae orderel her wraps brouzht. «But your iadyship will change her dress?” No, there was no time to lose. Al- ready much had been wasted. Hastily slipping the fur mantle over her ball- dress, whicn she had pot yet removed, Alba filied her purse with mouey, and, bidding the maid tell no one where she had gone, she left the house. Making her way alone to St. Petersburg, regard- less of impudent glances from travelers, she thought only of Ivan, who was going tarther from her every moment. It was a dull, cold morning when she reached the city. Snow was falling in great flakes. Tae Princess drove to the palace, but was refused admission when she told her errand, as they compelled her to do. For hours she wandered aimlessly through the streets, attracting much attention by her rich attire. At last, weary and heartsici, she entered a church to say a prager for her helpless lover. As she left tne edifice, she was startled by the tramp of soldiers. It was the Emperor's escort. They were passing up the street in the direction of the palace, the En- peror bowing right and left to the crowds of people on the sidewalks. Pushing through the crowd, sha reached his carriage, and 1mplored him to save her lover. He scarcely heard her, and, turning to the soldiers, demanded the cause of the disturbance. They rudely forcad her back, and the carria ze moved on slowly. Bu: she was not going to be repulsed without another eifort, and again making her way to the side of the carriage, she repeated her earnest ap- peal. The Emperor requested the sol- diers to bring the maiden closer. With dowceast eyes, and cheeks flushing hotly, she told of her love for the exiled nobleman, and again implored His Ex- cellency to pardoa him. «Never will I pardon that rash boy. Go to your lover, and starve with him in thé mines.” The royal party moved on, the soldiers jostling her rougaly as they passed. She stood but a moment gazing after them with horror stricken eyes. Go to him? Yes, she would, and stay by his side. The train seemed to drag along, but at last she reached Moscow. Determined not to leave a stone unturned, she called on toe Metropolitan of Moscow. As His Eminence appeared, attired in a brown moire antique robe glittering with jewels, and wearing the wkite crape hat of a Metropolitan, with diamond cross in front, she forgot her rank, and, falling on her knees at his feet, she kissed the bem of his robe. In passionate tones she bezoed him to use his influence with the E nperor to have her lover pardoned. «+My child, it is utterly impossible. If it were any one but Smoloff, there might be hope, but I can give you none. The Emgeror will never pardon him.” He could but pity her asshe left the room with a dazed look on her sweet facz. She must goto her lover. Tae kind old man procured a passport for her, and she was enabled to cross the border. How slowly the train crept! Sue sat with pale face pressed against the window, watching the snow-capped mountains. After crossing the Obi at daybreak, she was compelled to walk for miles through the blinding snow, often falling on the rough stones, but bravely trying to keep up her courage for Ivan’s sake. Gusts of snow blew 1n her face, stinging l'ke lashes, and some- times the wind forced her back, and she stood still. Her clothes were tattered and soiled when she reached Tobolsk. Here she inquired how long it had been since the convicts had passed. ¢¢ Chree days ago,” the station guard answered. ¢«Was—Ivan Smoloff with them?” she asked. «No, he died just before they reached here. He was shot.” ¢3Shot!” How the word rang in her ears! How strange everything looked! The gloomy sta- tion, the grinning, evil faces of the guards, as they leered at her. She noticed even the cut of their whiskers, and the dirtv bulletin on the wall, an- nouncing the number of convicts that had passed there that year. Oae of the guards attempted to kiss her, but with fiercely gleaming eyes she pushed him roughly aside, and bounded like a deer out of the door. She forgot her suffer- ings. Only to getaway from those cruel men, to get beyond reach of their jeers and cruel words! ¢‘He is dead,” she murmured to herself again and again. For days she retraced her steps, scurcely knowing where she was going. Bome- times rougn men stared at her, but the look of absolute misery in her face served as an armor to protect her, for they only stared and passed on. Once a Tartar man, who looked at her with his kindly black eyes, thinking she was but a child, picked her up in his arms and carried ber a long distance. Thy are very strong, those Tartars, who inhabit this part of Siberia. She could not under- stand his language, but knew he was trying to speak kindly to her. His swarthy skin, black hair, and high cheek bones contrasted oddly with her wae | his small embroidered skull pale face and sunkissed hair. He doffed cap as he left her »8 the door of his cabin, aad shook his head when she slipped some roubles into his band. It was night when she reached Tiumsn, and found shelter in a miserable ion. As she sat near the fire ia the smoky room, she attracted the attention of an old man, who addressed her in Polish. ¢*Are you in trouble?” he asked. She was such a child, in spite of the care ir her face! ¢Yes,"” she replied wearily. ¢[ am a pardoned exile from Obdorsk. I was seat there for drunkenaess. I have suifered, too.” His worn, attenuatel frame and sunken eyes seemed to echo his words. +:Did you ever see any of the political axiles?” she asked eagerly. ¢Yes. I met some at Tobolsk. From there they go to the Trans-Baikal Dis: trict.” «How long were you there?” She searched his face with her restless eyes to see if she could read there any sign of his having seen her lover. “Five years.” He wondered that she expressed no sorrow. It was a long time to spend 1u that God-forsaken country. But she was saying to her self: *I might have known he had never seen Ivan.” Still, something prompted her to tell him. Her heart ‘was aching for some one to advise her. Merely telling our troubles sometimes lightens them. «I had a lover who was exiled. So handsome and brave. But he was sho! near Tobolsk.” *¢Near Tobolsk? «Six days.” «Was he dark, with eyes like a Tar tar?” «Yes. His eyes were like midnight skies, with twinkling stars shining through.” She seems paralyzed from cold and fatigue, and wonders vaguely how he knows that Ivans's eyes were dark. Is he sane? What does he mean? He is saying that he has seen Ivan! It was only three days ago! Mother of God, is it true? No, she must be dreaming! «Your lover is living,” he repeats, *‘I saw him at Berezov three days ago. He was trying to reach the coast, expecting to take a steamer for America.” It is long before he can make her un- derstand, but he tells her again and again. She starts hastily to her feet. «¢[ will go to him,” she whispers, and although he insists that she must wait until morning, she shakes her head. He gives her some advice .as to the route, and goes many versts with her, in spite of his feebleness. He can scarcely keep up with her. She seems to have acquired new energy. and almost runs. At day- break they find a boatman, who rows her some distance, the old man leaving her at tne river bank. he said, but she thinks only of reaching Ivan, and scarcely looks at the pathetic figure waving his tattered hat at her from the shore. Her hands were clasped in her lap. Something like a smile hov- ered round her mouth. Ounce when they were very near the shore, some women came down to the water's edge, with some red-eyed children. They peered at her curiously, and one of them tossed a piece of bread to her; they thought she was a beggar, her clothes were so ragged, and her golder hair was so rough. She dares not inquire for Ivan at Bere- zov, but silently searches for him. She feels satisfied at last that he has left the village, and finding a boatman to take her to Obdorsk, gives him more gold than he has seen for many a day, How her head throbs, acd the trees seem tg be dancing before her eyes. Strange to say, they are very kind to her at the quiet Obdorsk 1nn—she seeks the most uapretentious one. They nurse her with rough tenderness for days. She talks incessantly of Ivan, but her language is strange to them, and they do not under- stand. In her delirium she rises from her bed and wanders along the coast, calling feebly for Ivan, sinking down in the sand at last from weakness. When she awakens, she finds Ivan’s arms around her. «¢Alba, what are you doing here?” She tells him how she has searched for him. How long ago?” And you did this for me! My dar- ling! How can I love you enough! Off there with the convicts I thought of you many times, and longed for one love- iook from your blue eyes, but I never expected to see them again. And lying in the snow, when they left me for dead, 1, too, thought for a time that death was very near, and I should never again feel your kiss on my lips.” Then he told her how after the train had left him he had revived, as it would seem by a miracle, and had dragged himself to a hut, where he was nursed until he was able to keep on. Even now his wounds were not entirely healed. The ships passing looked like great white birds in the distance. Oae stopped. It was only a freight ship going to Alaska, but they kindly allowed the fugi- tives to board her, and as they steame= away from the country that they feared and hated, they felt a load lifted from their weary, burdened hearts. It was not until long afterward, in their peaceful American home, that Alba heard the full story of Ivan’s terrible sufferings in reaching Obdorsk.—Ro- mance. Necessity of Self-Coutrol. Doctor 8. Weir Mitchell, lecturing to a school of nurses lately upon the neces- sity of self-controi in emergencies, told the following incident: One of his patients, while in a low, nervous con- dition, swallowed by mistake a dose from the wrong bottle. She shrieked out that she was poisoned. One of the nurses screamed ‘*‘Aconite!” and began to cry hysterically. Ihe other nurse, seeing that the patient was going into convulsions from terror, when relief would be impossible,said cooliy : ¢‘Don’t be frightened. Look here,” taking a mouthful of the dose herself. She then went outside to rid her mouth of it, procured an emetic, and sent for a doc- tor and a stomach pump. Her calmness saved the life of the patient. —Argonaut. “God speed you!” | REV. DR. TALMAGE ON DREAMS rien NIGHTMARESNOT REVELATIONS erm They Are, Rather, the Penalty for Sins. God is in All Good Dream \ a TFXT: “He took of the stones of that place and put them for his pillows and lay down in that place to sleep, and he dream- ed.”—QGenesis xxviii., 11. Asleep on a pillowcase filled with hens’ feathers it is not strange one should hava pleasant dreams, but here is a pillow cf rock, and Jacob with his bead on it, and lo! a cream of, angels, two processions, those coming down the stairs met by those going up the stairs. It is the first dream of Bible record. Ycumay say of a dream that it is nocturnal fantasia, or that it is the absurd combination of waking thoughts, and with a siur of intonation yon may say, “It is only a dream,” but God has honored the dream by making it the avenue through which again and again Hehas marched upon the buman soul, decided the fate of Nations 3nd changed the course of the world’s his- ory. God appeared in a dream to Abimelech, warning him acainst anunlawful marriage; in a dream to Joseph, foretelling His com- ing power under tone figure of all the sheaves of the harvest bowing down to his sheaf; to the chief butler, foretelling his dirimprisonment; to the chief baker, an- nouncing his decanitation; to Pharaob, showing him first the seven plenty years and then the seven famine struck years, un- der the figuras of the seven fat cows devour- ing the seven lean cows; to Solomon, giving him the choice between wisdom and riches and honor: to the warrior, under the figure of a barley cake smiting down a tent, en- couraging Gideon in his battle against the Amelekites;: to Nebuchadnezzar, under the figure of a broken image and a hewn down tree, foretelling his overthrow of power; to Joseph of the New Testament, announcing the birth of Christin bis own household; to Mary, bidding her fly from Herodic perse- cutions; to Pilate's wite, warning hin} mot to become (complicated with ths judicial overthrow ot Christ. We all admit that God in ancient times and under Bible dispensation addressed the people through dreams. The question now is, Does God appear in our day and reveal Himself through dreams? That is the ques- tion everybody asks, and that question this morning I shail try to answer. You ask me it 1 believe in dreams. My answer is Ido believe in dreams, but all I have to say will be under five heads. Remark the First—The Scriptures are so full of revelation from God that if weget no communication from Him in dreams we ought nevertheless to be satisfied. ith 20 guidebooks to tell you how to get to Boston or Pittsburg or London or Glas- gow or Manchester, do you want a night vision to tell you how to make the journey? We bave in this Scripture full direction in regard to the journey of this life and how to get to the celestial city, and with this grand guidebook, this magnificent directory, we ought to be satisfied. Ihave more faith in a decision to which 1 come when I am wide awake than waen I am sound asleep. I have noticed that those who gave a great deal of their time to siudying dreams get their brains addled. “hey are very anxious to remember what they dreamed about the first night they slept in a new hous:. If in their dream they taka the hand of a corpse, they are going to die. 1f they dream of a garden, it means a sepulcher. If some- thing turns out according to a night vision, they say, ‘Well, I am not surprised. I dreamed it.” If it turns out diffierent from the night vision, ¥tey say, ‘‘Waell, dreams go by contraries.” n their efforts to put their dreams mto rhythm they put their waking thoughts into discord. Now the Bible is so ful of revelation that we ought to be satisfied if we get no further revela- tion. Sound sleep received great honor when Adam slept so extraordinarily that the sur- gical incision which gave hin» Eve did not wake him, but there 1s no such need for ex- traordinary slumber now, and he who catches an Eve must needs be wide awake! Noneed of such a dream as Jacob hai with a ladder against the sky, when 10,000 times it had been demonstrated that earth and heaven are m communication. No such dream needed as that which was given to Abimelech, warning him against an unlawful marriage, wien we have the records of the county clerk’s offices. No n of such a dream as was given to Pharaoh about the seven years of famine, tor now the seasons march in regular procession, and steamer and rail train carry breedstuffs to every famine struck Nation. No need of a dream like that which encouraged Gideon, for all through Christendom itis announced and acsnowlzdged and demonstrated that right- gousness sooner or later will get the victory. If there ssould come about a crisis in your life upon which the Bible does not seem to be sufficient.y specific, go to God in prayer, and you will get especial direction. I have more faith 99 times out of 100 in di- rections given you with the Bible in your lap and your thoughts uplifted in prayer to God than in all the information you will get unconscious on your pillow. 1 can very easily understand why the Babylonians _and the Ezyptians, with no Bible, should put so much sirass on dreams, and the Chinese, in their holy book, Cnow King, should think their emperor gets his directions through dreams from God, and that Homer should thing that all dreams came from Jove, and that in ancient timss dreams were classified into a science. Bub why do you and I put s0 much stress upon dreams when we have a supzroal book ot in- finite wisdom on all subjects? Why shonld we harry ourselves with dreams? Why should Eddystone ani Barnegat lighthouses question a summer firefly. Remark the Second—All dreams have an important meaning. They prove that the soul is comparatively independent of the body. ‘I'he eyes are closed, the senses are dull, the entire body goes into a lethargy which in all languages is used as a type of death, and then the soul spreads its wing and never sleeps. It leaps the Atlantic Ocean and mingles in scenes 8000 miles away. It travels greatreaches of time, flashes back eighty years, and the octogenarian is a boy agam in his father’s house- If the soul betore it has entirely broken its chains of flesh can do all this, how far can it leap, what circles can it cut, when it is 1ully liberated. Every dream, whether agreeable or har- assing, whether sunshiny or tempestuous, means so muca that rising from your couch you ought to kneel downand say: *0 God, am | immortal? Whence? Whither? Two natures. My soul caged now—what when the door of the caga is opened? If my soul can fly so far in the few hours in which my body is asleep in the night, how far can it fly when my body sleeps tne long sleep of the grave?” Oh, this power to dream, how startling, how overwhelming! If prepared for the atter death flight, what an enchant- messige. the night. multitude of business.” bot side of Mount Etna. with dreams, his feet uncovered through sleep, thought he was riding in Alpine dili gence. But a great many dreams are mere ly narcarc ic disturbance. Anything tha you see while under the influsnce of chlora ment! 1f not prepared for the after death flight, what a crushing agony! immortall | Immortal! Remark the Thita—The vast majority of dreams are merely the result of disturbed physical condition and are not a supernatural Job had carbuncles, and he was scared in He says, “I'bou scarest me with dreams and terrifiest me with visions.” Solo- mon had an overwrought brain, over- wrought with public business, and he suf- fered from erratic siumber, and he writes in Ecclesiastes, **A dream cometh through the Dr. Gregory, in ex- perimenting with dreams, found thata bottle of hot water put to his feet while in slumbar made him think that he was going up the Another morbid physician, "experimenting or brandy or “hasheesh” or laudanum is not a revelation from God. The learnsd De Quincy did not ascribe to divine communi- cation what he saw in sleep, .opium satu- rated; dreams which he afterward described in the following words: . “I was worshiped. I was sacrificed. Iflad from the wrath of Brahma through all the forests of Asia. Vishnu hated me. Siva laid in wait for me. I come suddenly upon Isis and Osiris, I had done a deed, they said, that made the crocodiles tremble. I wasburied for a thousand years in stone coffins, with mummies and sphinxes in- narrow chambers at the heart of eternal pyramids. I was kissed with the cancerous kiss of erocodiles and lay confounded with unutferable siimv things among wreathy and Nilotic mud.” Do not mistake narcotic disturbanc: for di- vine revelation. But I have to tell you that ths majority of dreams are merely the penalty of outraged digestive organs, and you have no right to mistake ths nightmare for heavenly revela- tion. Late suppers are a warranty deed for bad dreams. Highly spiced meals at 11 o'clock at night instead ot openinz the door heavenward open the door infernal and dia- lical. You outrage natural law, and you insult the Gol who made these laws. It takes from three to five hours to digest food, and you have no right to tax your digestive organs in struggzle when the rest of your body is in somnolence. The general rule is, eat nothing after 6 o'clock at night, retirs at 10, sleep on your right side, keep the win- dow open five inches for ventilation, and other worlds will not disturb you much. By vhysical maltreatment you takes ths ladder that Jacob saw in his dream and you lower it to the nether world, allowing the ascent of the demoniacal.~ Dreams are mid- night dyspepsia. An unregulated desire for something to eat ruined ths racs in para- dise, and an unregulated desire for som:- thing to eat keeps it ruined. Tne world during 6000 years has tried in vain to digest that first apple. The world will not be evangelizad until we get rid of a dyspaptic Christianity. Healthy people do not want this cadaverous and sleepy thing that some people call religion. They want a religion that lives regularly by day and sleeps soundly by night, If through trouble or coming on of old age or exhaustion of Christian service you can- not sleep well, then you may expect from God ‘songs in the night,” but thera are no blessed communications to those wno will- ingly surrender to indigestibles. Napoleon's army at Leipsic, Dresdeu and Borodino came near being destroyed through the dis- turbed gastric juices of it commander. That is the way you have lost some of your battles, Another remark Imake is that our dreams are apt to be meraly the ecav of our day thoughts. 1 will give you a recipa for pleasant dreams: Fill your days with elevated thought and unseifish action, and your dreams will be set 10 music. If all day you are gouging and grasping and avaricious, in your dreams you will ste gold that you cannot clutch and bargains 1m which you were outshylocked. 1f during the day you are irascible and pugnacious and gunpow- dery of aisposition, you will at night have battle with enemies in which thsy will get the best of you. If you are all day long in a hurry, at night you will dream of rail trains taat you want to catch while you cannot move one inch toward the depot. If you are always oversuspicious and ex- pectant of assault, you will have at night hallucinations of assassins with daggers drawn. No one wonders that Richard 1IL, the iniquitous, the night betora the battle of Bosworth Field, dreamed that all those whom he had murdered stared at him, and that he was torn to niec2s by demons irom tae pit. The scholar’s dream is a philosophic echo. The poet's draam is a raythmic echo. Cole- ridge composed his ‘Kubla Khan” asleep in a narcotic dream, and waking up wrote down 300 lines of it. Tartini, the violin player, composed his most wonderful sonata while asleep in a dream so vivil that wak- ing he easily transferred it to paper. Waking thoughts have their echo in sleep- ing thouzhts. If a man spends his life in trying to make others happy and is heavenly minded, arouad his pillow he will see crip- ples wao nave got over their crutch and procsssioms of‘celestiallimperials and hear the grand march roll down from drums of heaven over jasper parapets. Yon are very apt to hear in dreams what you hear when you are wide awake. Now, having shown you that baving a Bible wa ought to be sarisdel not getting any further commuaication from Go. having shown you that all dreams have an important mission, sinca they saow the com- parative indepzndence of thas soul from the body, and having snowa you thai the ma- jority of dreams are a result of disturbed physical condition, and having shown you that our sleeping thouzhts are apt to be an echo of our waking thouzats, 1 come now to my fiith nad most important remark, and that is to say that it is capable of proot that God does sometimes in our day, and has often since the close of tae Bible dispen- sation, appeared to people in dreams. All dreams that make You batter are from God. How do [ know it? / Is not God the source of all gpod? 1t does not take a very logical mind to argue that out. Tertullian and Martin Luther believed in dreams. The dreams of John Huss ara immortal, St. Augustine, tha Christian father, gives us the fact that a Carthaginian physician was persuaded of the immortalicy ot the soul by an argument which he heard ina dream. The nigat before his assassination tae wife of Julius Caesar dreamed that her husband fell dead across ber lap. Iv is possible to prove that Gol does appar in dreams 10 warn, to convert ani to save men. My iriend, a retired sea captain and a Christian, tells me that one night while on the sea he had dreamel that a saip's crew were in great suffering. Waking up from bis dream, he pus about the ship, tacked in different airections, surprisel everybody on the vessel—they thought he was going crazy ——:giled on in another direction hour after hour, and for many hours until he came to the perishing crew and rescusd them and brought them to New York. Who conduct- ed that dream? The God of the sea. In 1605 a vessel went ous from Spithead for the West Indies and ran azainst the ladge of rocks called the Caskots. Tae vessel went down, but the eraw clambered up on the Caskets to die of starvation, as they supposed. But there was a ship bound for Southampton that had the captain's son on board, This lad twica iu the night dreamed that toere was a Craw of sailors dying on the Caskets. He told his father of his dream. The vessel came down by the (‘askets in timo to find and to rescua those peor dying men. Who conducted that dream? The God of the rocks, tha God of the sea. ; The Rev. Dr. Bushueil, in his marvalous book entitled, “Nature and the Superna- tural,” gives toe following tact that ne got from Capiain Yount in California, a fact confirmed by many families. Captain Yount dreamed twice one night that 150 miles away there was a company of traders fast in the snow. He also saw in the dream rocss of peculiar formation, ani telling his dream to an old hunter the hunter sad, “Why, I remember those ro:ks; those rocks are in the Carson Valley pass, 150 miles away.” Captain Yount, impelied by this dream, although laughed av by his neighbors, gathered men. together, took mules and Blankets and started out on the expedition, traveled 150 miles, saw those very rocks which he had described in his driam, and finding the suffering ones at the foot of those rocks brought them bacs to confirm the story of Captain Yount. Who cons ducted that dream? The God of the snow, the God of the Sierra Nevadas. God has often appearad in dreams to res- cue and comfort. You have known people —perhaps it is something L state in your own experience—you have seen people go to sleep with bereavements inconsolable, and they awakened in perfect resignation be- cause of what they had seen in slumber. Or. Crannage, one of the most remar able 1 | men 1 ever met—romarkable for benevol=- - | ence and great philantiropies—at Welling- - | ton, England, showed me a house where t | the Lord had appearad in a wondertul 1 | Aream ta a poor woman. The woman was a rheumatic, sick, poor ty tha last point of destitution. She was waited on and cared Word came to her one day that this poor woman had died, and the invalid of whom I am speaking lay helpless upon ths couca wonderinz what would become of her. In that mooi she fell asleep. In her dreams she said the augel of the Lord appeared and took her intothe open air and pointed in one direction, and thers were mouatains of bread. and pointed in anotaer directipa, and there wera mountains of butter, and in an- other diraction. and there were mouata‘ns of all kinds of worldly suoo!y. The angel of the Lord said to her, **Woinan, all these mountains belonz to your Father, and do you think that He will let you, His child bunzer and die?” > Dr. Crarnnage told me by some divine im- pulse he went into that destitats home, saw! it, earinz for her ali tas way through. Do you tall me that “hat dream was woven out of eartaly anodynes? Was that the phan- tasmagoria of a diseasad brain? No, it was’ an all sympathetic God addrassing a poor woman through a dream. Ya Furthermore, I hava to say that thera ars peop:e in this house who were converted to God. through a dream. Ths Rav, Jobn, Newton, the fama of whose piety fills ail’ Christendom, while a proilicate sailor on shipboard, in his dream, thouzht that a be ing approached him and gave him a very beautiful rine and put it upon his finger and| ‘said to iim, “As long as you wear that Sine) you will be prospare.; if you lose that rin, you will be a ry 2 In the same dream another personaze an pear2d, and by a strange infatuation per= suaded John Newton to throw that ring overboard, and it sank into the sea. Then. the mountains in sight were full of five, and the air wis lurid with eonsumingi wrath. While John Newton was ay of his folly in having thrown overboard tha! treasure, another personaze cams throuzh the dream and told John Newton hs woul: p.unge into the sea and bring the ring up if he desirea it. ‘ He plunged into the sea and brought it up and said to John Newton, ‘‘Here 1s that gem, but I think I will keep it for you, lest you lose it again,” and John Newton con- sented, and ail the fire went out from the mountains, and all the signs of turid wrath disappeared from the air, and Jobn Newton said that he saw in his dream that that valu- able gem was his soul, and that the beinz who persuaded him to throw it overboard was Satan, and that the one wao plunged in and restored that gem, keeping it for him, was Christ. And that dream makes one of the most wonderful chapters in the life of that most wonderful man. : A German was crossing the Atlantic ocean, and in his dream he saw a man with a handful ot white flowers, and he was told to 1olio% the man who had shat handtul of white #owers, The (Germap, arriving in New York, wandered into the Fulton straet inany of you know—the great apostie of prayer meetings, that day had given to him a bunch of tuberoses. : - They stood on his desk, and at the close of the religious services he took the tube- roses and startad homeward, and the Ger man followed him, and throuzh an inter- preter told Mr, Lunphier that on ths sea ha ad dreamed of a man with a handful of white flowers and was told to follow nim. Suffice it to say, throuzh that interview and tollowing interviews he became a Christian and is a city missionary preaching the Gospel to his own countrymen, God ina dream! John Hardock, while on shipboard, dreamed one night that the day of judg- nent had come, and thst the roll or the ship’s crew was called, except his own name, and that thes: people, this crew, were all banished, and in his dream he asced the reader why his own name was omitted, and he was told it was 10 give him more oppor- tunity for repentance. He woke up a dif- ferent man. Hs became illustrious for Christian attainment. If you do not believe these things, then you must discard all tes- timony and refuse to accept any kind of au- thoritative witness. Godin a dream! God through a dream of the last julgment, and I doubt if thereis a inan or syoman in this house to-day dream of that great day of judgment whicn shall be the windinz up of the world's his- haps to-aight you may dream of that day. dream. ¢ the roaring oi the elements and the great earthquake, tor the world spall blaza, ment, for the mountains shall fall. water, 1or the ocean shall roar. Enouza excite- Enough Enouzh goout. Enouzh populations, for all the of two processions, and the one ascending and the other descending, tae ons led 0a by the rider on the whites horss of eternal toe black coarger of eternal defeat. The dream comes on me now, anl I ses the lizhtnings from above answering the volcan ¢ disturbances from beneath, and [ hear the long reverberating thunders tat ses the opening of a gate into sc:nes golden and amethystine, and on the other side L hear the clanging back of a gate nto bas- tiles of. eteraal bondage, ani all the seas, lifting up their crystal voicas, cry, “Come to judgment!” and all tue voicss of the heaven cry, *Coms to julgment!” and crambiing’ mausdlenm anu Westminster aooeys and pyramids of the dead with mar- ble voices ery, ‘Come to judgment!” And the archangel se:z=s an instrument of music which has never yet been sounded, an instrument of music that was made only for one sound, and thrusiing that mighty trumpet throu zh the clouis and . turning it this way he snall putic t> his lip and blow the long, loud blast that ‘shall make the solid earta quiver, crying, “‘Come to judg- ment.” Then from tlie eartaiy grossness quit, Attired in stars we shall forever sic. eee ee Seen. Twins of Mixed Breed. A cow belonging to Mr. Weatherby, a well-to-do stockman of Manhattan, re- cently gave birth to a pair of sinzular apimals. They resemble colts more than calves, although both possess rudimen- tary horns and the hoofs of cattle, but in all other respecis they seem to be young horses, haying long, flowing manes and the tails of colts, only these latter are unusually long and bushy. One is a male and the other is a female, and both are well-developed, well shaped an- imals. The mother, however, seems to know that there is something abnormal about them, and has declined to allow them natural nourishment, so they are to be brought up by hand.—Philadelphia Times. reese Bald Fzaels About a Blush. The capillaries, or small blood vessels which connect the arteries and veins in the body, form, particularly over the cheeks, a network so fine * that it is nec- essary to employ a microscope to dis- tinguish them. Ordinarily the blood passes through these vessels in normal volumes, leaving only the natural com- plexion. But when some sudden emo- tion takes possession of the heart its action increases and an electric thrill in- stantly leaps to the cheeks. This thrill is nothing more than the rush of blood through the iavisibie capillaries; the i color is nothing more than the blood ! just beneath the delicate surface of the | skin.—New York World. for by another poor woman, her only at dant, ; prayer meeting, and Mr. Lamphier—wnom Rev. Herbert Mendes was converted to tory. 1t you have not dreamed of it, per- ‘I'hera ave eaouxh materials to make a luough voicss, lor there saall ba Eunougn lizat for the dream, astronomical phenomena, for the stars snatl races of all the azes will fail into line of one victory, the other led on by Apollyon ox shall wake up the dead, ani onone side I the suffertng there aud administered unto - that bas not had soma i * Havir months I edy. 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