hr saan oper wi AH PR i rrr Nr IW Cm CATR ThE NIGHT WIND. Have you ever heard the wind go ‘*Yoooo?” "Tis a pitiful sound to hear’ {t seems to chill you through and through With strange and speechless fear. It’s the voice of the night that broods outside When folks should be asleep. And many and many’s the time I've cried I'o the darkness that brooded far and wide Over the land and deep : “Whom do you want. O lonely night, That you wail the long hours through?” And the night would say in its ghostly way : **Y00000000 ! Yooo000000! Yooooooo00!” My mother told me long ago (When I was a little tad) That when the wind went wailing so, Somebody had been bad : And then, when I was snug in bed, A Whither I had been sent, With the blankets drawn up round my head, ['d think of what my mother said And wonder what boy she meant’ And “Who s been bad to-day?’ I'd ask Of the wind that hoarsely blew, : And that voice would say in its awiul way “Y00000000 ! Y00000000! Yo00000000 !" That this was true I must allow— You'll not believe it, though * Yes, though I'm quite a model nov, I was not aiways so. And if you doubt what things I say, Suppose you make the test ; Suppose when you've been bad some day, And up to bed are sent away, From mother and the rest— Suppose you ask, ‘Who has been had?” And then you'll hear what's true ; For the wind will moan in its ruelulest tone: “*Y00000000 ! Yoo000000"* Yoo0000000 !" ~Eugense Field, in Chicago Record. “TWO OLD FOOLS” BY FRANCIS C. WILLIAMS. OLONEL BEE- BE’S hat lay on the piazza-floor, and Colonel Bee- be himself, his long, thin legs hanging fr om the hammock, was cujoying in- dolently his Henry Cla while he debated whether he should go over to see the Major now, or wait un- | til it was cooler. He had just decided in favor of waiting, when he heard a trampling from the side of the house. For a moment he gave it little at- tention. Then the long-drawn bay of a hound came to his ears. The Colo- nel’s feet dropped to the floor and his head was raised. Another howl from the invisible hound, and he pulled him- self to his feet, picked up his hat and turned down the low stone steps in the direction of the sound. As he came around the gorner of the house, there was a sudden crunching of thn gravel on the driveway, a bel- low of mingled fear and anger, and the Colonel was knocked flat by a year- ling heifer which, snorting’ its sur- pie trailed across the grass-plot, otly pursned by the Colonel’s hound. + The Colonel quickly scrambled to hir¢ feet and looked about for the cause of his downfall. He saw the heifer and the hound. making at top speed for a gap in the stake-and-rider fence, where the crushed rails showed that its head and feet had been at work. As his eye fell upon the broken fence, he in- dulged in some highly flavored re- marks, and followed them with an en- couraging yell to the hound. Inspired by this, the dog promptly bit the heifer in the flank, nearly tumbling it over in the gap of the fence and draw- ing from if a bawling cry of distress. The Colonel dashed forward to urge on the hound, but just as he reached the fence, there was a shot from the bushes, and the hound came scurrying back, its tail between its legs. At almost the same instant a long-legged man emerged from behind a tree-trunk a little way off and ran forward, all the while endeavoring to pour powder and shot into the barrel of the gun which he carried. : At the fence-gap he confronted Colo- nel Beebe. There was « mutual start as the men recognized each other. Then the Colonel recovered himself. ‘Major Hawkins!” he broke out; I believe you have shot my hound?” “I have done that very thing! re- turned the Major with decision. ‘“‘And let me add, that I shall repeat the per- formance every time that brute of yours chases my cattle!” The Major and he were old cronies, and, though both were hot-blooded, , they had never had a serious falling- | out, and the Colonel tried hard to re- | strain his temper. But this was the | third time that the Major's heifer had | broken down the fence separating the | properties and made havoc with the Colonel’s garden. The latter felt that patience well nigh had ceased to be a | virtue, particular ow in view of the | Major’s threats. ‘Major Hawkins!” he began, and there was significance in his use of | the title: <I have no wish to foment | any trouble; but most positively I shall not allow that ‘cattle’ of yours on my place again. See that she is kept off, please! As to shooting my | dog, that is a matter which only an | apology from you ean recompense me | for, and I trust you will render me one immediately ?” | “Il will do nothing of the kind! The best thing you can do is to shoot | was as calm and his face as impassive bottom. { The | a moment. | that for the instant the insult of the The pursued was | alize the import of the words. Then a dull flush crept into his cheeks, usu- ally very sallow, and he said concise- ly: “You are a Har!” The fatal words color leaped were spoken. into the Colonel's face, and the Major's | flush grew deeper while his eyes re- | turned the flash in those of the other. The two faced each other in silence for Each was so taken aback other could find no adequate return in speech. Then the Colonel drew himself up and said ieily: “You can understand that this means only one thing?” of bows. “YI have a pair of pistols at my house,” continued the Colonel. ‘With your permission I will send for them. The sooner this is settled, the better?” The Major inclined his head a trifle, | and the other turned and called: “Israel! Israel!” There was no reply, and again he raised his voice. This time there was an answering call and a shuffling of feet, which gradually became more distant. A little later a white-haired old colored man came into view. ““D'yo call, Marse EKunn’l?” he asked, stopping at the edge of the bushes and scraping with one foot while he fingered a battered straw hat. “Yes,” said the Colonel. “You know those pistols of mine in my dressing-case! Fetch themto me!” Yo’ dewelin pistils?”’ “Yes. Be quick!” The colored man looked at the mcn in turn. He noted the attitude of each and the look in their faces. ‘Yo’ ain't goin’ t’ fight, Marse?”’ he ventured anxiously, not moving. ““That’s none of your business, yon rascal!” thundered the Colonel “Gol” An instant the colored man stood, nervously playing with his hat-brim. Then he turned and moved away. The two men did not look at each other. Somehow they disliked to. The Major stood his gun against the fence, and took a long time to arrange it to his liking. The Colonel stripped the leaves from a twig he broke from a bush. Each had his back toward the other. The minutes went by. But at last there was a slow step and Israel came up. He came reluctantly, as if he hoped thst time would cause them to change their minds. He looked hopefully at them ; but saw no encouragement. Both the Colonel and the Major appeared as coolly de- termined as could be, though the color had gone from their cheeks. Israel could not prevent a deep sigh of despair, which the Colonel heard. “Shut up!” he muttered savagely. “Give me those pistols!” ‘Will the grove suit you?” he asked, turning to- ward the Major. : “Perfectly!” said the latter and the three took up their way, the Colonel leading, the Major next and, Israel, at his master’s command, bringing up the rear and dragging his feet as though they were weighted. A fear minutes of walking, and they came to a small open space surrounded by trees. The Colonel halted and faced about. ‘Will this do?” he asked. ‘“Yes!” said the Major simply. ‘“There is no advantage in position, I believe. The sun shines.across the glade?” 3 “None!” | “But we had better toss for posi- | tions anyhow,” said the Colonel, and he deftly flipped a coin into the air. The Major called ‘‘heads ;’and ‘‘heads” it was. : “I will take the southern end,” he (said. The Colonel bowed acquies- | cence. ¢“I presume you will be satisfied if Israel attends to the loading?” the Colonel remarked. ‘‘He has done it before !”—with the slightest of smiles. “Quite!” returned the Majcr, ignor- ing the last words. “Then, Israel, load those pistols, and do it carefully!” commanded the Colonel. “‘Do you hear me?” as Israel stood gaping at him with a terror- stricken face. “Yes, Marse!” mumbled Israel, picking up the weapons mechanically. He moved over to a near-by stump, and for a minute sat motionless with the pistols in his lap. The Colonel's thunderous tones brought him tq | movement. He glanced at the two | men standing stiffly at some distance from each other. Then sudden'y he began to load the pistols. The Col- onel, seeing him proceeding with the task, turned to the Major. ‘“I'en paces?” he asked. The Major nodded, an the other was irritated more than ever by his silence —Dbut he went on. ‘‘We will put the pieces under Israel's hat. Then we will draw them! Are you agreed?” He clipped oft his words as he con- tinued, ‘“Israel will count. On the ‘three,’ we will fire?” This time the Major vouchsafed agreement in words. A minute more and Israel came for- ward slowly with the pistols, one in either hand. At the Colonel’s order, | he iaid them on a fallen tree-trunk and | The Major | placed his hat over them. drew one; his opponent took the other. The two men took position back to back, and then moved away five paces and wheeled about so as to face each other. “Israel,” said the Colonel a bit husk- ily, ‘‘Count one, two, three, and, if I am killed, see that I am decently buried!” The Major winced perceptibly at this lust order; but the next instant The Major replied with the slightest | | “Two!” Israel pronounced the word | distinctly, so that it cut sharply on ! the sense of hearing. | An instant’s pause, then: ‘“Threel” The pistols cracked together, and a cloud of blue smoke curtainad the men and then drifted lazily before the slight draft of air. The Colonel, as erect as ever, quick- {y bent to one side and peered past { the smoke at his opponent. His eyes fell upon the Major, apparently un- touched also. For a moment neither | spoke; but there was a flash of joy in the face of each, as quickly succeeded by one of seeming mortification. The | Major stepped forward. “That was an inexcusable miss of yours, Colonel Beebe!” he exclaimed. | ‘No worse than yours, Major Haw- kins!” retorted the Colonel. “Ten | paces and a good light. You should | have hit to a certainty!” | “The trigger of this confounded pis- | tol pulled too hard!” explained the | Major, with haste. “And Israel startled me by jumping | just as we fired,” returned the Colonel. The Colonel thought he heard a smothered laugh at this. He turned | like a flash upon Israel, a sudden sus- | picion coming to him. ; “Israel!” he fairly shouted; ‘‘what | was the matter with the loading’ of | those pistols? There was something wrong! Confess it, you rascal!” “Oh, Marse Kunn’l, don’t be killing dis po’ man; but I didn’t put no balls in dose pistils! I didn’t want de Mejor and yo’ a killin’ each oder!” “I've a good mind to horsewhip you within an inch of your life—!” began the Colonel. ‘ “But you won't!” broke in the Major. Then the Colonel looked at the Major, and the Major at the Colonel. A smile appeared on the former’s lips, and the latter returned it. A moment more, and the Colonel extended his {hand impulsively. The Major ad- | vanced and grasped it firmly. They stood there, holding each other’s hands for an instant, and then the Major observed slowly and em- phatically, as if he were stating an in- disputable fact which he had just dis- covered : ‘‘Beebe, I think we are a couple of old fools!” “I quite agree with you, Hawkins!” returned the Colonel quite as posi- tively, and, as if by one impulse, the two locked arms and walked off. Israel stood watching them for a minute. Then he picked up the pis- tols, and remarked sagely, but with just the slightest of quivers in his voice: ‘A coupl’ o’ ole fools!”—Ro- mance. | lil ice An Engineer’s Jumps for Lile. “Did you ever jump from your cab while the train was going at full speed?” I asked of a locomotive en- gineer the other day. ‘Yes. three or four times,” he an- swered. ‘““What's the sensation?” ““That’s according to how you land. One night three years ago the train- despatcher got two of us headed for each other on a single track at a gait of forty miles an hour. The first thing I saw was the headlight of the other locomotive rounding a curve thirty rods away. I shut ’er off, threw over the lever and set the air-brakes, and then made a jump. I'd no time to pick for a spot, and as I jumped I realized that I’d have a bad time of it, as I knew every foot of the ground. Tt was on a level covered with a thistle patch. There was a strip of them forty rods long growing up like corn- stalks. I expect they broke my fall somewhat, but I don't know thatI | ever hit the ground, until I fetched up for good. It seemed to me that I just swept through that patch about knee- high from the ground, and when there were no more thistles to knock down I landed ‘kerchug!’ against an old stump and uprooted it. I brokea leg and an arm, but that wasn’t the worst of it. The doctor estimated the number of thistle-points sticking into my body at one billion. My wife and I have been picking ’em out ever since they got me home, and we’ve only finished one side of me.” | “Landing in a mud puddle would be a soft thing,” I suggested. “I’ve beenthere,” he replied, with a fleeting smile. ‘‘While I was running freight they built a side track to a gravel-pit at a certain point. In ex- cavating at the main line they dug a hole about twenty feet long by ten wide and four deep. As a rule this hole was always full of water, and as it was on my side of the engine and al- ways came under my eye, I got tao thinking what a snap I'd have if I had to make a jump right here. ‘““There was a little station just a mile above this hole, and it was a sharp up grade. One day, while we were humping along to make the sta- tion, a dozen cars broke loose from a freight side-tracking at that station, and down they came. By the time I had whistled for brakes and reversed my engine, it was time to jump, and, bless my soul! if I wasn’t just where I | wanted to be—right at the pond. I | waited to pass the mile-post and then shut my eyes and took a header, feel- | ing sorry at the same instant for my | fireman, who'd got to jump among the | stumps. Well, Istruck.” “In the water?’ I asked, as he paused and worked a finger in his ear. ‘Oh, no! There had been a long spell of hot, dry weather, and every | pint of water had evaporated out of | that pond. The mud was left behind, | though, There was three feet of it | waiting to catch some unfortunate, and | it caught me. I went head first to the Then I rolled over and i | your whelp and save me the trouble of | as ever. Both men raised their pistol- | foundered around for five minutes, doing so!” and the Major tapped his gun suggestively. ‘Then all I can say,” came slowly and a nervous twitching of the lips as bones, from the Colonel’s lips, are no gentleman!” ‘“is that you! The Major started as if he had been | steadied and came into line with the i For the instant he did not re- breasts of the men. stung. arms, and, strange to say, there was at least a momentary tremor of the hands they looked into each other’s eyes. “One!” counted Israel. The pistols and could never have pulled myself out unassisted. I didn't break any but—ugh !”’—Detroit Free | Press. i ee min Naval salutes to the flag are as old | a8 the time of Alfred the Great. " each other hard names. THE GOSPELIN POLITICS THE REV. DR. TALMAGE SELECTS AN ODP BUT INSTRUCTIVE TEXT. SHOULD BE VBOVE REPROACH. POLITICS Text: “‘Sowme therefore cried one thing, and some another, for lhe assembly was confused, and the more part knew not where= Jore they were come together. And they drew Alexander oul of the multitude, the Jews putting him forward. And Alexander beck- oned with the hand, and world have made his defense unto the people. Bul when they new that he was a Jew, ail with one voice abou! the space of two hours eried out: ‘Great is Diane of the Ephesians! ’—Acts xix., 32. Ephesus was upside down. It was about the silver question. A manufacturer of silver boxes for holding heathen images had called his laborers together to discuss the behavior of one Paul, who had been in public places assaulting image worship. and consequently very much damaging that particular busi- ness. There was great excitement in the city. People stood in knots along the streets, violently gesticulating and calling Some of the people favored the policy of the silversmith. Other people favored the policy of Paul. There were great moral questions involved, but these did not bother them at all. : The only question about which they saemed to be interested was concerning the wages and the salaried positions. The silver- smith and his compeers had put up factories at great expense for the making of these sil- ver boxes, and now, if this new policy is to be inaugurated the business will go down, the laborers will be thrown out of employ- ment and the whole city will suffer. Well, what is to be done? ‘Call a convention,” says some one, for in all ages a convention has been a panacea for public evils. The convention is called, and as they want the largest room in the city they take the theatre. Having there assembled, they all want to get the floor, and they all want to talk at once. You know what excitement that al- ways makes in a convention, where a great many people want to talk at once. Som» cried one thing, some cried another. Some wanted to denounce, some wanted to resolve. After awhile a prominent man gets the floor, and he begins to speak, but they very soon hiss him dowr. %nd then the confusion rises into worse uproar, and they begin to shout, all of them together, and they keep on until they are red in the face and hoarse in the throat, for two long hourserying out *‘Great is Diana of the Ephesians, Great is Diana of the Ephesians!” The whole scene reminds me of the excite- ment we have almost every autumn at the elections. While that goddess Diana haslost he: worshipers and her temples have gone into the dust, our American people want to set up a god in place of her, and they want us all to bow down before it, and that god is political party. Considering our superior civilization, I haveto declare to you that Ephesian idolatry was less offensive in the sight of God than is this all absorbing Ameri- can partisanship. While there are honest men, true men, Christian men, who stand in both political parties, and who come into the autumnal elections resolving to serve their city or their State or the Nation in the best possible way, I have noticed also that with many itis a mere contest between the ins and the outs— those who are trying to stay in and keep the outs out, and those who are trying to get in and thrust the ins out. And one party cries, ‘“Great is Diana of the Ephesians!” and the other party cries, ‘‘Great is Diana of the Lphesians I" neither of them honest enough to say, **Great is my pocketbook !” Once or twice a year itis my custom to talk to the people about public affairs from what IT call a Christian standpoint, and this morning I have chosen for that duty. I hope to say a practical word. History tells us of a sermon once preached amid the high- lands of Secotland—a sermon two hours long —on the sin of luxury, where there were not more than three pairs of shoes in the au- dience, and during our last war a good man went into 4 hospital distributing tracts and gave atract on ‘‘The Sin of Dancing” to a man both of whosa legs had been amputated ! But I hope this morning to pres2nt an ap- propriate and adapted word, as next Tues- day at the ballot box great affairs are to be settled. The Rev. Dr. Emmons, in the early his- tory of our country, in Massachusetts, preached about the election of Tnomas Jef- ferson to the Presidency. The Rev. Dr. Mayhew, of Boston, in the early days of our republic, preached about the repeal of the stamp act. There are times when ministers of Christ must look off upen public affairs and discuss them. We need go back to no example. Every man is, before God, responsible for his own duty. If the Norwegian boasts of his home of rocks, and the Siberian is pleased with his land of perpetual snow: if the Roman thought that the muddy Tiber was the favored river in the sight of heaven, and if the Laplander shivers out his eulogy of his native clime, and if the Chinese have pity for anybody born outside of the Flowery Kingdom, shall not. we, born under these fair skies and standing day by day amid those glorious civil and religious liberties, be public spirited? I propose. to tell the peo=- ple very plainly what I consider to be their Christian duty at the ballot box! First, set yourself against all political faise- hood. The most monstrous lies ever told in this country are during the elections. Istop atthe door of a Democratic meeting and listen and hear that the Republicans are liars. I stop at the door of a Republican meeting and listen and hear that the Democrats are scoundrels. Our public men microscopized, and the truth distorted. © Who believes a tenth part of what he reads or hears in the autumnal elections? Men who at other sea- sons of the year are very careful in their speech become peddlers of scandal. In the far east there is a place where once a year they let the people do as they please and say what they please, and the place is tull of uproar, misrule and wickedness, and they call it the <‘‘devil’s day.”” The nearest approximation to that in this country has been the first Tuesday in November. The community at such times seems to say, ‘Go to, now, let us have a good time at-lying.™ Prominent candidates for office are de: nounced as unprincipled and renegade. A smart lie will start in the corner of a country newspaper, and keep on running until it has captured the printing presses of the whole continent. What garbling of speeches! What misinterpretation of motives! What mis- representation of individual antecedents! The trouble is that we have inthis country two great manufactories—manufactories of lies—the Republican manufactory of lies and the Democratic manufactory of lies—and they are run day and night, and they turn out half a dozen a day all equipped and ready for full sailing. Large lies and small lies. ILies private and lies public and lies prurient. Lies cut biasand lies cut diagonal. Long limbed lies and lies with double back action. Lies complimentary and lies de- famatory. Lies that some people believe, and lies that all the people believe, and lies that nobody believes. Lies with humps like camels, and scales like crocodiles, and necks as long as storks, and feet as swift as an an- telope’s, and stings like adders. Lies raw and scalloped and panned and stewed. Crawling lies and jumping lies and soaring Hes. Lies with attachment screws and rafflers and braiders and ready wound bob- bins. Lies by Christian people, who never lie except during elections, and lies by peo- ple who always lie, but beat themselves in a political campaign. y I confess I am ashamed to have a foreigner visit this country in these times. should think he would stand dazed and dare not go out at nights! What will the hundreds of thousands of foreigners who come here to live think of us? What a disgust they must have for the land of their adoption! The only good thing about it isthat many of them cannot understand the English language. But I suppose the German and Italian and Swedish and French papers translate it all, and paddle out the infernal stuff to their sub- scribers. Nothing but Christianity will ever stcp such a flood of indecency. The Christian religion will speak after awhile. The billingsgate and low scandal through which we wade almost every autumn must be rebuked by that re- ligion which speaks from its two great moun- tains, from the one mountain intoning the command, ‘‘Thou shalt not bear false wit- ness against thy neighbor,” and from the other mount making plea for kindness and love and blessing rather than cursing. O Christian men, frown upon politisa] false- hood! Remember that a political lie is as black as any other kind of a lie. God has re- corded all the falsehoods that have been told at the city, State or National elections since the foundation of this Government. and though the perpetrators and their victims may have gone into the dust, in the last day judgment will be awarded. The falsehoods that Aaron Burr breathed into the ear of Blennerhassett, the slanders that Lieutenant General Gage proclaimed about George Washington, the misrepresen- tations in regard to James Monroe, are as fresh in God's book to-day as the lies that wera printed last week about our local ean- didates, "And all liars shall have their part in the lak4 which purneth with fire and brim- stona, which is the second deatn.” Again, I counsel you as Christian men to set yourselves against the misuse of money in political campaigns. Of the thousands ot dollars already spent this autumn, how much of the amount do you suppose has been prop- erly used? You have a right to spend money for the publishing of political tracts, for the establishment of organizations for the carry- ing out oi what you consider to be the best; you have a right to appeal to the reason of men by argument and statisties and by facts. Printing and renting of public halls and po- litical meetings cost money, but he who puts a bribe into the hand of a voter or plies weak men with mercenary and corrupt motives commits a sin against God and the Nation. Bribery is one of the most appalling sins of this country. God says, ‘‘T'ire shall con- sume the tabernacles of bribery.” Have nothing to do with such a sin, O Christian man! Fling it from the ballot box. Hand over to the police the man who attempts to tamper with your vote, and remember that elections that cannot be carried without bribes ought never to be carried at all. Again I ask you as Christirn men to set your- selves against the dissipations that hoverover the ballot box. Let me say that no man can afford to go into political life who is not a teetotaler. Hot political discussion somehow creates an unnatural thirst, and hundreds of thousands of men have gone down into ‘drunkenness through political life. After an exciting canvass through the evening you must ‘‘take something.” and rising in the morning with less animation than usual you must ‘‘take something,” and going off among your comrades through the forenoon you meet political friends, and you must ‘‘take something,” and in the afternoon you meet other political friends, and you must ‘‘take something.” and being night has come something has taken you. There are but few cases where men have been able to stand up against the dissipations of political life, : Joseph was a politician, but he maintained his integrity. Daniel was a politician, but he was a testotaler to the last, Abraham was a politician, but he was always charac- terized as the father of the faithful. Moses was a politician, the grandest of them, but he honored God more than he did the Phar- aohs, and there are hundreds of Christian men now in the political parties maintaining their integrity, even when they are obliged to stand amid the blasted, lecherous ani loathsome crew that sometimes surround the ballot box--these Christian men doing their political duty and then coming back to the prayer meetings and Christian circles as pure as when they went out. But that is not the ordinary circumstance —that is the excep- tion. How often you see men coming back from the political conflict,and theireyeis glazed, and their cheek has an unnatural flush, and they talk louder than they usually do, and at the least provocation they will bet, and you say they are convivial, or they are exceed- ingly vivacious, or you apply some other sweet name to them, but God knows they are drunk! Some of you, a month or six weeks ago. had no more religion than you ought to have, and after the elections are over to cal- culate how much religion you have left will be a sum in vulgar fractions. Oh, the pres- sure is tremendous! How many mighty intellects have gone down under the dissipation of polities! I think of one who came from the west. He was able to stand out against the whole American Senate. God had given him fac- ulties enough to govern a kingdom. or to frame a constitution. His voiee was terri- ble t> his country’s enemies and a mighty in- spiration in the day of National peril. But twenty glasses of strong drink a day were his usual allowance, and he went down into the habits of a confirmed inebriate. Alas for him! Though a costly monument has been reared over his resting place, the young men of this country shall not he de- nied the awful lesson that the agency by which the world was robbed of one of its mightiest intellects, and our country of one of its ablest constitutional defenders, was the lissipation of political life. You want to tnow who I mean? Young man, ask your ‘ather when you get home. The adversetide s fearful, and I warn you against it. You need not go far off to find the worn- out politician. Here he ig, stumbling along the highway, his limbs hardly able to hold nim up. Bent over and pale with exhaust- ing sickness. Surly to anybody who accosts nim. His last decent article of apparel pawned for strong drink. Glad if, when go- ing by a grocery, some low acquaintance in- vites him in to take a sip of ale and then wiping his lip with his greasy sleeve. Kicked off the steps by men who once were proud to be his constituents. Manhood ob- iterated. Lip blistered with a curse. Scars of brutal assault on cheek and brow. Foul mouthed. A crouching, staggering. wheez- ing wretch. No friends. No God. Ne hope. No heaven. That is your wornout politician. That is what some of you will become unless by this morning's warning and the mercy of God your steps are arrested. Oh, there are no words enough potent, enough portentious, snough consuming, enough damning, to de- scribe the horrible drunkenness that has rolled over this land, and that has bent down the necks of some of the mightiest intellects, antil they have been compelled to drink out of the trough of bestiality and abomination ! I warn young men against political life, un- less they are teetotalers and consecrated Christian men. Again, 1 counsel you that when you go to the ballot box at the city, or the State, or the National elections, you recognize God and appeal to Him for His blessing. There is a power higher than the ballet box, than the zubernatorial chair, than the presidential White House. It is high time that we put less confidence in political platforms and more confidence in God. See what a weak ching is human foresight! How little our wise men seem to know! See how, every autumn, thousands of men who are clamber- ing up for higher positions are turned under ! God upsets them. Every man, every party, avery Nation, has a mission to perform. Fail- ing to perform it, down he goes. God said to the house of Bourbon, ‘Re- model France and establish equity.” House of Bourbon would not do it. Down it went. God said to the house of Stuart, ‘‘Make the English people free, God fearing and happy.” House of Stuart would not do it. Down it went. God says to the political parties in chis day, *‘by the principles of Christianity, remodel, govern, educate, save the people.” Failing to do that, down they go, burying in their ruins their disciples and advocates. God can spare all the political intriguers of this day, and can raise up another genera- tion who shall do justice and love mercy. If God could spare Luther before the re- formation was done, and if He could spare Washington before free government had heen fully tested, and if He could spare Howard before more than one out of a thousand dungeons had been alleviated, and if He eould spare Robert McCheyne just as Scot- land was gathering to hisburning utterances, and if He could spare Thomas Clarkson while yet millions of his fellow men had hains rusting te the bone—then He can Spare any man, and He can spars any party. ‘That man who through cowardice or blind tidolatry of party forsakes the cause of righte- ousness goes down. and the armed battalions of God march over him. O Christian men, take out your Bible this afternoon, and in the light of that word make up your mind as te what is your duty as citizens! Remember that the high- est kind of a patriot is a Christian patriot. Consecrate yourselves, first to God, then you will know how to consecrate yourselves to your country. All these political excite- ments will be gone. Ballot boxes and gu- bernatorial chairs and continents will smoke in the final conflagration, but those who love God and do their best shall come to lustrous dominion after the stars have ceased their shining, and the ocean has heaved its last billow, and the closing thunder of the judgment day shall toll at the funeral of a world! Ob, prepare for that day! You may vote right and get the victory at the ballot box, and yet suffer eternal defeat. After you have cast your last vote, where will you go to? In this country there are two parties. You belong to the one or the other of them. Likewise in eternity there will be two parties and only two. ‘‘These shall go away into everlasting punishment and the righteous into life eternal.” To which party ill you belong? - God grant that, while you Sook after the welfare of the land in which God has graciously cast your lot, you may not forget to look after your soul—blood bought, judgment bound, immortal! God save the people! 1 rents ce Eee ett Before They Knew I[t.- Joseph Thomas, a lawyer in the State of Maine, at the beginning of this century, was a man of considera- ble reputation as a wag. A couple were anxious to be married, and as there was no minister at hand, they waited upon Mr. Thomas, who, as a magistrate, was authorized to per- form the marriage ceremony. He was busy writing -as they en- tered, but paused to inquire what they wanted. Addressing himself to the man, he asked if he wished to take that woman for a wife, and next, turning to the woman, he inquired whether she wished to take that man for her husband. Then he went on with his writing. . The parties sat still, and waited until their patience was exhausted. Finally, te man ventured to in- terrupt Mr. Thomas, and tell him they were in a great hurry. “Why don’t you go along, then?” answered the Judge. “But we want to be married first.” “Married? You have been married more than half an hour.” He explained the requircments of the law, and the couple withdrew, not without some misgivings, it is to be feared, as to the validity of a cer- emony which had been so unceremon- iously performed. They had certain. ly been married in baste, but there is no record that they repented at leisure. When Mussulman and Hindoo Fight. The odd feature in these riots iy their immediate cause. This is al- ways reported to be “cow killing,” but Mussulmans kill oxen all the year round for food and so do tie Europeans. The grievance is nat that, but a display of the old feeling of ascendancy on the part of the Mus- sulmans, who, on the day of their festival, kill a cow close to a temple in token of high religious defiance. Then the Hindoos, who do not mind about the killings during the rest of the year, turn out armed. and there is a hattle royai, which, but for the Enoglish, would in twenty-four hours, develop into a religious war. The English, however, tell the police to fire impartially on toth rects, and the police, though they are them- ~elves Mussulmans and Hindoos, do ~e with delight, and there is peace and gond feeling for the ensuing year. . : ; If this is not a state of affairs to puzzle Englishmen there is no such state; but Irishmen would under- stand it at once. The armed police in Ireland in a “religious” row plays just the part 1t plays in India, only, being English in discipline and arm- ament, it takes fewer lives.—The Spectator. Elixir of Youthful Spirits. "As I was walking up and down my room the other day,” said a man, “wrapped in thought and absorbed in care, with head lowered and hands clapsed behind me, I heard a titter- ing. and, looking back, I saw my chilaren following me, each with bowed head and clasped hands; they had tried hard to be very solemn, but had found it quite impossible. «I couldn’t help laughing myself when I saw them, but 1 picked up my burden and marched on. Promply the children fell in again and marched aftér me; shen 1 turned a corner I saw them tagging on as before. We all laughed again, and then the chil- dren and I played soldier for a while. “When we got through with that I found that my serious friend Care nad gone away.”—New York Sun.’ ; A Society Man. A single man who proposes to re- main unmarried should never show any attention more than he can de- cently avoid to widows. It is per- fectly safe to associate with young la- dies; no man who has been much in society will lose his head with them, or his heart either, to any serious ex- tent, and if the worst comes and he finds himself on the brink of matri- mony before he knows it, all he has to do is to run away. But it is dif- ferent with widows. A man will lose head and heart together when a widow is in the case before he knows that there is anything the matter with him, and she will have him se- curely married, as tight as the preacher can do the job, in spite of all manner of celibate resolutions. Nor is there any such thing as run- ning away from her. It is easier for a train robber to escape from all the police in the country than for a ree- reant lover to baffle a widow deter- mined on matrimony. She will fol- low him to the end of the earth if necessary, and marry him or have him jailed. 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