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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
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NIGHTMARESNOT REVELATIONS
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They Are, Rather, the Penalty for Sins.
God is in All Good Dream \
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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.
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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
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