The Mineola Monitor (Mineola, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 33, Ed. 1 Saturday, May 18, 1889 Page: 3 of 8
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"OTHER DAYS LIVED OVER."
The Great Brooklyn Divine's
Sunday Discourse.
"Thou Shalt RemcniW All the Way Which
the Lord Thy Go.I L 1 Thee."
Brooklyn, May .'..--At '.ho Tabernaelo
to-day, the lfev. T. He Witt Talmugo,
D. D., preached a sermon on tin: subject,
"Other Days Lived Uvir," ami made
reference to the I'alseliooi that lie had
advocated miscegenation of the white and
black laces. 'Jim vavl hji yrci'alion sang
(he hymn beginning:
Our C.O I, Olll If 11) ill iiASf,.
Our liupt* fur .vcur- i«< comu.
Dr. Talinage's text was I outeronoiny viil,
2: "Thou shall remember u'l the wav whic h
tbe Lord th.v Goil led lliec. Me said:
Before entering on my sibject 1 wish to
say that some newspaper correspondents,
referring to a recent sen on in which I
welcomed foreign nation.ilitics to this
country, liave said that I advocated as a
desirable tiling the intcrniarriatro of the
white and black races. I never said so. 1
never thought so, and any one who bo mis-
represents that sormon is either a villain or
a fool, perhaps both.
But to open this morning's subject 1 have
to say God in the text advises l.iie people to
look back upon their past history. It will
do us all good to rehearse I he scenes between
this May morning and our cradle, whether
it was rocked in country or town. A few
days ago, with my sister and brother, I
visited the place of my boyhood. It was
one of tho most emotional and absorbing
days of my life. There stand the old house,
and as I wont through the rooms 1 said, "I
could find tny way here with my eyes shut,
although I have not been here in forty
years." There was t he sitting room where
a largo family group every evening gathered,
tbe most of ttiein now in a better world.
There was the old barn where we hunted
for Master eggs, and the place where the
horses stood. There is where the orchard
was, only three or lour t rees now left of all
the grove that once bore, anples, and such
apples too. There is the brook down which
wo rode to the watering of the horses bare
back and with u lope halter. Wo also visit-
ed tho cemetery where ninny of our kindred
are waiting for the resurrection, tho nl«l
people side by side, al ter a journey together
of sixty years, only about three years be-
tween the time of their going. There also
sleet) the dear old neighbors who used to tie
their horses under tho shod of the country
meeting house and sit, at the end of the pew,
singing "Duke Street," and "Ualonna," and
"Antioch." Oh they were a glorious race
of tnen and women who did their work
well, ruisod a splendid lot, ol Itoys and irirls,
and are now as to their bodies in silent
neighborhood on earth, but as to their souls
in jubilant neighborhood before the throne
of tiod. X feel that my journey and visit
last, week did mo rood, if not. in person then
in thought, to revisit l.lio scenes of boyhood
or girlhood. "Thou slialt remember all the
way which Hie I.mil they God led thee."
> outh is apt loo much to spend all its
time in looking forward. Old age is apt
too much to spend all its time iu looking
backward. People iu .midi-life and on the
apex look both ways. Jt would be well for
us, 1 think, however, to spend more time in
reminiscence. By the constitution of our
nature we snend most of the time looking
forward, as tho vast, majority of this audi
once live not so much 111 the present as in
the future. 1 Jind that you mean to make a
reputation, you mean to establish yourself,
and tho advantages till at you expect to
achieve absorb a great deal of your time.
But sec no harm in this if it does not
make you discontented with the present or
disqualify you Jor■existing dut ies.
It. is a useful thing sometimes to look
back, and to see the dangers wis have es-
caned, and to see the sorrows we have suf-
fered, arid the trials and wanderings of our
earthly pilgrimage, and to sum up our en-
joyments. I mean this morning, so far as
I'od may Iwrtpoic, to stir up your memory
of the .past, so that in the review you may
he encouraged, and humbled, and urged to
pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with a
fresco bv Guide. It was covered up with
two inches of stucco until our American
and European artist went there, and after
long toil removed the covering and re-
traced the fresco. And J am aware that
the memory of the past, with many of vou,
is all covered up with ten thousand obliter-
ations, and 1 propose this morning, so far
as the Lord may help mo, to take away the
covering, that the old picture may shine out
again.
1 want to bind in one sheaf nil your past
advantages, and 1 want to bind In anollicr
sheaf all your ipast adversities. It. is a pre-
cious harvest und 1 must be cautious how 1
swing the scythe.
Among the greatest, advantages of your
past life was tbe early home and its sur-
roundings. Tire bad men of the day, for
the most part, dip their heated passions out
of the boiling spring of an unhappy home.
We are not surprised to (tad that Byron's
heart was a concentration of sin, when we
hear his mother was abandoned, and that
she made sport of his infirmity, and often
called him "the lame brat." Be who has
vicious parents has to fight every inch of
his way if he would maintain his integrity,
and at last reach Itoe home of tike good in
heaven.
Perhaps your early home was in the city.
It may have been in the days when Canal
street, New York, was far up town and
the site of this present church was an excur-
sion into tho country. That old house in
the city may have been demolishod or
changed into stores, and It seemed like
sacrilege to you, for there was more mean-
ing in that plain house, in that small house,
than there is in a granite mansion or a tur-
rctcd cathedral. Looking back this morn-
ing you see it a% though it were yesterday
—the sitting room, where the loved ones
snt by the plain lamplight, the mother at
the evening stand, the brothers and sisters,
perhaps long ago gathered into the skies,
then plotting mischief on the floor under
the table, your father with a llrm voice
commanding a silence that lasted half
a minute.
Oh. those were good days! If you had
your foot hurt, your mother always had a
soothing salve to heal it., II you were
wronged iu the street, your father was al-
ways ready to protect, you. The year was
one round id' frolic and mirth. Your great-
est trouble was like an April shower, more
sunshine tluin shower. The heart had not
Ikvii ransacked by troubles, nor hi <1 sick-
lic-s broken il, and no lamb had a warmer
sheep fold than the home in which your child-
hood nestled.
I'erhaps you were brought up in the
country. You stand now to day in memory
under the old tree You clubbed it for I'm 11
i hat was not. quite ripe because you couldn't,
wa tuny longer, "i ou hear the brooic rum-
Ming along over pebbles You step again
into the furrow where your father in his
shirt sleeves shouted to the la<v oxen.
on frighten the swallows from the rafters
of the barn, and take just one e^g, and
silence your conscience by saying I hey won't
mi-sit. You take a drink again out of the
\ i rv bucket that the old well fetched tip
You go for the cows at night, and find them
wng-'ing their heads through tho bars. Oft
times in the dusty arid busy streets you
wisii you were home again on that cool
grass, or in the rag carpeted hall of the
farmhouse, through which there was tho
breath of new mown hay or 'he blossom of
buckwheat.
You may have in your windows now beau-
tiful plants and llowers brought from
across the seas, but not one of them stirs In
your soul so much charm and memory as
the old ivy and the yellow sunflower that
stood sentinel along the garden wall, and
the forget-me nots playing hide anil seek
mid the iong grass, The father, who used
to come in sunburnt from the Holds and sit
down on the door sill and wipe tho sweat
from his brow, may have gone to his ever-
lasting rest. The mother, who used to sit
nt the door a little bent over, cap and
spectacles on, her face mellowing with the
vicissitudes of many years, may have put
down her gray head on tho pillow in the
▼alley, but forget that home you never will.
Hayc jou thanked Cod fur it! Hitvo jou
rehearsed all thos ■ blessed reminiscences!
Oh. thankOod for a Christian father; thank
Cod for a Christian mother; thank Cod for
an early Chrisliau altar at which you were
taught to kneel; thank Cod for an early
Christian home.
I bring to mind another passago in the
history of your life. The day came when
you set un your own household. The days
passed along in quiet blessedness. You
iwain sat at the tabic morning and night,
and talked over your plans for tho future.
The most insignificant affair in your life
became the subject of mutual consultation
and advisement. You were so happ.v you
felt you never could bo any happier. One
day a dark cloud hoverod over your dwell-
ing and it got darker and darker, but, out of
that cloud tho shining messenger of Cod
descended to incarnalc an immortal spirit.
Two little feet started on an eternal jour-
ney, and you were to lead them—a getn to
Hash in heaven's coronet, and you to polish
it; eternal ages of light and darkness
watching the starting out of a newly created
creature.
You rejoiced and you trombled at tho
responsibility that in your possession an
immortal treasure was placed. You prayed
and rejoiced, and wept and wondered, and
prayed and rejoiced, and wept and wonder-
ed; you were earnest in supplication that
you might load it through life into the
kingdom of Cod. There was a tremor in
your earnestness. There was a double in-
terest. about that home. There was an ad-
ditional interest why you should stay there
an>i bo faithful, and wlitm in a few months
your house was filled with tho music of
t he child's lauchter,yon were struck through
with the fact that you had a stupendous
mission.
Have you kept, that vow? Ifavo you
neglected any of these duties? Is your
homo as much to you as it used to be? Have
those anticipations been gratified? Cod
help you to day in your solemn reminiscence,
and let his mercy fall upon your soul if your
kindness has been ill requited. Cod have
mercy on the parent, on the wrinkles of
whose faco is written the story of a child's
sin. Cod have mercy on tho mother who,
in addition to her other Jiangs, has tile
pangs of a child's iniquity. Oh, there arc
many, many sad sounds in this sad world,
but the saddest, sound lhat is ever hoard is
the breaking of a mother's heart. Arc there
any hero who remember lhat, in that home
they were unfaithful? Are there those who
wandered olY from that early homo, and left
tho mother to die with a broken heart! Oh,
i stir that reminiscence to-day.
I fiml another point in your life history.
You found one day you were in the wrong
road; you couldn't sieep at,night; there was
just one word that seemed to sob through
your banking house, or through your oftico,
or through your shop, or your bod room,
and that word was "Eternity." You said,
"1 am not, ready for it. O God, have
mercy." The Lord heard. Peaco'eamo to
your heart. In the breath of the hill and
the waterfall's dash you hoard tho voice of
Coil's love; I he clouds and the trees hailed
you with giaduess; you came into tho house
of God.
Yon remember how your hand trembled
as you took tho Communion. You remem-
ber t he old minister who consecrated it, and
you remember the, church ofllcials who car-
ried it through the aisle; yon remember tho
old people who at, the close of tho service
took your hand in theirs in congratulating
sympathy, as much as to say, "Welcome
home, you lost prodigal;" and though those
hands are all withered away, that Com-
munion.Sabbath is resurrected this morn-
ing; il is resurrected with all its prayers,
and songs, and sermons, mid transligura-
tion. Have you kept those vows? Have
you been a backslider? Cod help you. This
day kne I at. the loot, of mercy and start
again for heaven. Start to-day as you
started then. 1 rouse your soul by that
reminiscence.
But I must not spend any more of my
time in going over the advantages of your
life. 1 just put them all in one great sheaf,
and I wrap them up in your memory with
one loud harvest song, such as the reapers
sing. Praise the Lord, ye blood bought
mortals of earth! Praise the Lord, ye
crowned spirits of heaven!
Hul some ol' you have not always had a
smooth life. Some of you are now in the
shadow. Others had their troubles years
ago, you are a mere wreck of what you once
were. I must gather up the sorrows of
your past, life; but how shall 1 do it? You
say it is Impossible, as you had so many
troubles and adversities Then I will just
take two, the tirst trouble and the last
trouble. As when yon are walking along
tho street, and there has been music in the
distance, you unconsciously find .yourselves
keeping step to the music, so when you
started life your very life was a musical
time heat. The air was full of joy and
hilarity; with the bright, clear oar you
made the boat skip; you went on, and
life grew brighter until after a while
suddenly a voice from heaven said,
"Halt!" and quick as tho sunshine
you halted; yon grew pule, you confronted
your first sorrow. You had no idea that the
Hush on your child's check was an un-
healthy flush. You said it can't be any-
thing serious. Death in slippered feet
walked round about the eraddlo. You did
not hear tho trend; but after a while the
truth Hashed on you. You walked the floor.
Oh, if you could, with your strong, stout
hand have wrenched that child from the
cestro.ver. You went to your room and you
said. "Cod, save my child: Cod, save my
child." The world seemed going out in
dariincss. You said, "I can't bear it; I
can't boar it." You felt as if you could not
put the long lashes over the bright eyes,
never to see them again sparkle. Oh, if you
could have taken that little one in your
arms and with it leaped the grave,how glad-
ly you would have done it! Oh, if you
could let your property go. your houses go,
your land and your storehouses go, how
gladly you would have allowed them to de-
part. if vou only could have kept that one
treasure!
But one day there arose from the heavens a
chill blast that swept over the bedroom, and
instantly all tlte light went out, and there
was darkness—thick, murky impenetrable,
shuddering darkness. Hut Cod didn't leave
you there. Mercy spoke. As you took up
the cup, and was about to put it to your lips,
Cod said, "Let it pass," and forthwith, as
by the hand of angels, another cup was put
into your hands; it. was the cup of God's
consolation. And its you have sometimes
lifted the bead of a wounded soldier, and
poured wiuo into his lip-., .so (jod put his
left arm under your head, and with his
right, hand he poured int.o your lips tho
wine of his comfort, and consolation, and
you looked at the empty cradle and looked
at your broken heart, and you looked at thn
Lord's chastisement, and you said, "Even
so, Father, for so it seemeth good in thy
sight."
Ah. it was your first trouble. How did
you got over it! God comforted you. You
have been a better man ever since. You
have been a better woman ever since. Ir,
the jar of tho closing gate of tho sopulcher
you lionrd the clanging of the opening gate
of heaven, and you felt ar. irresistible draw-
ing heavenward. You have been purer ot
mind ever since that night when the Iittlo
one for the last time put its arms around
your neck and said, "Good riiglit, papa:
good night, mamma. Meet me in heaven."
Hut 1 must come on down to your latest
sorrow. What, was i'! Perhaps it was
your own sickness. The child's tread on
tho stair, or the tick of the watch on the
stand disturbed you. Through tho loag
weary days you counted the figures in the
carpet or the flowers in tho wall paper. Oh,
the weariness, the exhaustion! Oh, the
burning pangs! VV ould Cod it were morn-
ing, would Cod it wore night, were your
frequent cry. Hut you aro better, or per-
haps even well. Havo you thanked that
Cod to-day you can come out in tho fresi
air; that you aro in this place to hear God's
nnme, and to sing God's praise, and implore
God's help, and to ask God's forgiveness?
Hlcss the Lord who healoth all ourdiseases,
and redecmcth our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a financial
embarrassment. I congratulate some of
you on your lucrative profession or occupa-
tion, on ornate apparel, on a commodious
residenco—everything you put your hands
to seems to turn to gold. But there are
others of you who are like the ship on which
Paul sailed, where two seas met, and you
are broken by the violence of tho waves.
By nn unadvised indorsement, or by a con-
junction of unforeseen events, or by fire, or
storm or a senseless panic, you have been
flung hVudloug, ami where yon once oi-i
IKJiisedhreut charities, now you havo I,ai d
work t<fmake the two ends meet.
Huvo[ you forgotten to thank Cod for
yourdaysof prosperity, and that through
your trials some of you have made invest
ments which will continue after the last
bank of this world has exph ded, and the
silver ar.d gold arc molten in I ho lires of a
burning world ? Have you, amid all your
losses and discouragements, forgot that
there was bread on your table this morn-
ing, and that. there shall he a shelter for
your head from the storm, and there is air
for your lungs, and blood for your heart,
and light for your eye, and a glad uud
glorious and triumphant religion for your
soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a bereave
tuent. That heart, which in childhood was
your refuge, the parental heart, and which
has been a source of the quickest sympathy
ever since, has suddenly become silent for
over, and now sometimes, whenever in sud-
den annoyance and without deliberation
you say "I will no and tell mother," the
thought ''ashes on you. "I have no mother,"
or the father, with voice left tender, but as
stanch and earnest, and loving as ever,
watchful of all your ways, exultant over
your success without saying much, al
though the old people do talk It over by
themselves, his trembling hand on that
stall which you now keep as a Inmily relic,
his memory embalmed in grateful hearts, is
taken away forever.
"Or, there was your companion In lifo,
sharer of your joys an sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart and old ruin, whom the
chill winds blow over a wide wilderness of
desolation, the sands of I he desert driving
across the place which once bloomed like
tho garden of Cod. Ar.d Abraham mourns
for Sarah at. the cave of Maehpelah. Go-
ing along your path In lite, suddenly, right
before you was an open crave. People
looked down and they saw it was only a
few feet, deep and a few foot wide, but to
you it, was a cavern down which went all
your hones and all your expectations.
But cheer up in t he name of the Lord
Jesus Christ, t he Comforter. He is not
going to forsake you. Did the Lord take
that, child out, of your arms; Why, he is
going to shelter It better than you could.
Ho is going to array it in a white robe, and
with palm branch it will be all ready to
greet yon at your coming home. Blessed
the broken heart that Jesus heals. Blessed
the importunate cry that Jesus compassion
a.tes. Blessed t he weeping eye from which
the soft hand of .leans wipes away the tear.
I was sailing down tho St. John river,
Canada, which is the Rhino and the Hudson
commingled iu one sccno of beauty and
grandeur, and while 1 was ou tho deck ol'
the steamer u gentleman pointed out to me
the places of interest, uud he said, "All
this is interval land, and it is tho richest
land in all the provinces of Now Brunswick
and Nova Scotia.
"What," said I. "do .vou mean by interval
land!" "Well," he said, "this land is sub-
merged for a part of the year; spring fresh-
ets come down, and all these plains aro
ovorflowcd with the water, anil the water
leaves a rich deposit, ami when the waters
are gone the harvest springs up, and there
is the grandest harvest that was ever reap-
j fid." And 1 instantly thought, "It is not
tho heights of the church and it is not the
heights of this world that is tho scone of
the greates prosperity, but the soul over
which tho II(Mids of sorrow have gone, the
soul over which the freshets of tribulation
havo torn their way, that yields tho greatest
I fruits of righteousness, and the largest
J harvest for time, and the richest harvest
| for eternity." Bless God that your soul is
: interval land.
But, these reminiscences reach only to th's
morning. There, will yet be one moro point
of tremendous reminiscence, undthnt is tho
last hour of life, when we havo to look over
all our past existence. What a moment that
will be! I place Na|>olcoii's dying reminis-
cence on St. Helena beside Mrs. Judson's
dying remininisccnce in the harbor of St.
Helena, the same island, twenty years after.
Napoleon's dying reminiscence was one of
delirium, "Head of the army." Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence, as she came
home from her missionary toil and her lifo of
self-sacrifice for God, dying in the cabin of
the ship in the harbor of St. Helena, was,
"1 always did love the Lord Jesus Christ."
And then, the historian says she fell into a
sound sleep for an hour, and woke amid the
songs of angels.
I place the dying reminiscence of Augus-
tus Cusar against the dying reminiscence
of the Ajiostlc Paul. The dying reminis-
cence of Augustus Cmsar was, addressing
his attendants, "Have I played my part well
on the stage of life?" and they answered in
Iho affirmative, and he said, "Why, then,
don't you applaud me?" The dying remi-
niscenced' Paul the Apostle was, "1 have
fobght. a good fight, I have kept the faith:
henceforth there ts laid up for me a cnown
of righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous Judge, will give me in that, day,
and not to me only, but. to all them that love
his appearing," Augustus Caesar died
amid |>oinp and great surroundings. Paui
uttered his dying reminiscence looking up
thiough the wall of a dungeon. Cod grant
that our last hour may be the closing of a
useful life, and the oiK'iiiiig of a glorious
eternity.
Poison in Cigarette Wrappers.
Dr. Probst, of tho state board of
health, received word this morning
that will not be hailed with much sat-
isfaction by tlie smokers of cigarettes
in tills and other cities. According to
what Dr. Ashman, the chief of I he
Cleveland hoard of health, says, cig-
arette-smoking in the Forest City has
received a set-back that will take sonic
lime for its recovery. The case, as re-
ported by him. is that of a young man
I who was suddenly stricken with u po-
' culiar disease. He lost his appetite,
became pallid and emaciated, and
seemed to be fast approaching the last
stages of consumption. His friends be-
came alarmed, and. knowing consump-
tion was not hereditary iri the family,
set on foot an investigation that re-
: vealed a startling slate of affairs.
Jt was found that the young man was
a cigarette liend well nigh incurable.
But so rapid was his decline his friends
were not satisfied, that this was all, and
they demanded an analysis ol' the
wrapper of the cigarotto which Iks was
in the habit of smoking. An analysis
was made, revealing the truth of the
young man's unfortunate condition.
The wrapper contained arsenic in iarg;
quantities, and the victim was suffer-
ing from arsenical poisoning.-Colum-
bus (Ohio) Post.
'Ihe liurglar's Mistake.
Masked Burglar (surprising railway
official alone in office) -I'll trouble jou,
my friend, to open that 'ore safe and
hand me out the stuff that's inside.
Official (trembling) -Don't point that
revolver at me, please do;.'t! I'll doit.
Hero it is.
Burglar (pocketing the spoils)
Thank you, my friend. Now i'il
trouble you to give trie a pass to Omaha,
properly signed, and with the place for
the name left blank.
Official (coldly)— I can't give you a
pass, sir.
Burglar—I must have it, my friend.
Official (impatiently)—You aro not
entitled to a pass, I tell you.
Burglar (cocking revolver)—Coir.c,
be quick!
Official (in a violent rage)—You infer-
nal scoundrel, take that! (Knocks
burglar down, ties his hands and feet,
and telephones for police.)—Chicago
Tribune.
Most persons who cross tho ocean for tho
first time pronounce it a very swell affair.
—Baltimore America
HATS FOR Tin: SKASOX,
WORN BY FASHIONABLE SOCIETY
The Black Lacs Empite Hat—The Red
Lace Directoty Hat—Ths Leghorn
Hat—Veiled Hati—Fash-
ion* in Genetal.
Is there really no end to the different
styles, shapes, trimmings and fashions
(or ladies liuts for tlm present spring
and coming summer? Come and let's
take a walk through tho great arruy of
feathers, flowers, ribbon, straw, chip,
etc., which one is likely to meet iu
venturing out to a fashionable gather-
ing where the latest styles aro likely
to claim the ascendency. Here you see
u black lace Jempiro hat. with a crown
almost as broad and low us a tain
o'shanter, a flat hut, flutter than a soup
plate, an all-gone, collapsed, sut-down
upon, a highly correct and eminently
fashionable spring hat, with a wide
(luring brim, peeping up here and perk-
ing up there like a baby which has
tumbled suddenly on its stomach and
lifts its heud in injured astonishment
and kicks up its heels. A handful of
rushes is twisted about tho crown, and
green stalks bunched in front and
tupered oft' to form u loose gurland that,
reaching round the hat, droops in the
back and lets its long green blades fall
on tho shoulders.
SUMMElt LILIES.
And there is a rod luce directory hat,
of tho now red thut is not scarlet, that
is not flame, that is not cardinal, the
red that they call eoquelicot. Straight
out in front stands the brim, the broad
brim that tapers to a mere nothing be-
hind. Hading net is the name of tho
material—it is really a chenille-tufted
gauze. Shirred over heavy, satin
bound, black wires describe the man-
ner of its making, and the wires aro
meant to show prominently through
tho airy covering. An immense dusky
blackbird buries his claws in the side
crown—was over a spring beforo when
ornament so heavy was tolerated on
hat so light—and closes his beak on
onotend of the long gauze streamer
which winds three times round the
neck and shoulders.
You will also see the very broad leg-
horn hat, with a crown that is posi-
tively depressed below the level of tiie
brim, a crown that would hold water, a
basin in room of the familiar steeple.
Tho brim of this hat rounds up a shal-
low curve and it is not lined. In room
of the sometime baud of vel ,'et or satin,
a branching vino whose wee small
leaves are cut from green velvet creeps
about, its tendrils hooking to the under-
side of tho straw like ivy against a wall.
Itoses, huge pale pink roses, are massed
on the crown and a long, flexible thorny
stem is twisted into as much promi-
nence as it will beur. Watered green
ribbon streamers.
A large rush green loghorn liat with
broad, rush green ribbons tied about
the outside, should occasion no sur-
prise. Folds of green crepe make a
soft circle under the brim inside, rest-
ing on tho hair. There aro sprigs of
mignonette peeping out of the crepe
and—shades of our grandmothers!
What would they havo said to such a
combination?—purple violets. And yet
you will think it lovely.
What ou earth is the matter with the
veiled hats' Ev— body is going to
wear veiled hats i. .s summer. Hero is
a demure little turban of sage green
tulle. A thick wreath of yellow butter-
cuts was all there was of it to start with.
Set this on your hair, well off your
face. Take a long tulle scarf aud lay it
gently round and on top of the flowers,
pinning it in the back and let the free
end drag down behind. The folds of
the tulle will come up above the posies,
covering them wholly, partially cover-
ing and partiully failing to cover the
hair.
Next comes a good sized directory
hat of black straw. Four immense black
ostrich plumes load down the crown of
it, and about the edge of the brim is
gathered a full short veil of black
llgured laje. Under this shelter a full-
blown, deep red rose nestles in the
puffs of the front hair, and another rose
aud bunch of buds touches the curls
and braids behind.
Birds and feathers will bo combined
with flowers as much as possible this
summer. Walking butterflies, large
black and gold ones balancing on the
grass of tin; black Jueo empire hat and
white ones sipping the roses of the yel-
low leghorn will be quite a craze this
season. Everybody says buUerllicsuro
"so Frenchy" this summer.
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AN OBJECT OF ADMIRATION*
No fashion nf any moment comes sud-
denly. As a rule it requires three sea-
sons to complete tho orbit of its revo-
tion. There is ono season when it is 'ex-
treme." There is one season when it
prevails. There is ono season during
which it is on tho decline. The direct-
ory and empire modes have reached
their second season. The reigu ol
lapels, coats and buttons for tho street
is ull but universal. For the house you
are to be sashed if you ore to bo looked
nt a second time. All the fullness of
the spring gown is above the waist line.
\\'uist uud sleeves may bo us full us
suits you, but skirts must cling. You
may swear by smocking, shirring, plait-
ing or folding, putting, gathering,
wriukling or tucking between your
neck and your girdle, but below the
girdle there is nothing for it but to
cling. You may knot your sasli above
your shoulder or cross it ovor your
bodice, or fasten it under the right
avm or the loft, you may make it of stiff
ribbon or soft silk or cashmere or crepo
or cord, but sash you must have and it
must full over a skirt that clings. The
empire gown is only the beginning of a
revival that may bring back the classic
Groek draperies. Since tho Greek
IN A TltYlNfl SITUATION.
dramas of tho Lenten reading classes,
since tho performance of "Electro," on
the boards, every girl who hasn't at
least ono Groek gown in her wardrobe
is buying tho softest, sheerest cash-
meres and lionriettn cloths, devoting
hours to rnmmuging tho bric-a-brac
stores for cameo clasps and shoulder
lnedalions, embroidering wide bunds
for the tunic borders and studying tho
pure linos of the soft fabrics represent-
ed in stutuary uud puinting.
A very charming modification of the
Greek costume is in white crepe with
crossed braces and girdlo of silver cord
looping up a tunic of the crepo en-
riched with a dainty border wrought in
silver; while tho crossed fronts of the
bodice below tho waist form two short
pauiers similarly adorned.
The most exquisite colors are revived
in the evening silks and tho adoption
of plain skirts calls for heavier and
more elaborately brocaded materials.
"Curtain" sleeves, as our grandmothers
used to cull them, appear again, and
long over sleeves with square hanging
ends, showing a touch of eastern or
mediicval inspiration. Strange con-
ceits born of no place or time are re-
vealed in corsages cut in points against
tho wliito shoulders and draperies
slashed in a succession of doep V's.
Green iu liulf a hundred tints covers
the counters and shows to best effect in
the liberty silks and the old-time cliul-
lies which will make u large proportion
of the garden gowns.
LIVELY TURNS OF THOUGHT*
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HUGO ZIF.MAN.
Hugo Zieman, tho white house ste-
wurd, has had an extraordinary ex-
perience. Be was one time tho caterer
for that Prince Napoleon who was killed
while fitting the Zulus in Africa. After
that he was the steward at tho Hotel
Kplendids, in Paris, which was at the
time a famous institution of tho kind,
but eventually Gen. Boulanger secured
it and turned it into a military club.
That threw Zeiman out of his occupation
and he made a tour around tho world.
After a time, he brought up in New
York city, where ho conducted tho
Brunswick eufo. Eventually he drifted
to Chicago and became connected with
the hotel lilchelicu. There Crown
l'rince Kussell, as the president's son
is commonly styled nowadays, found
him and induced him to take u place in
the white house. Tho president's ste-
ward is by law placed under $20,00(1
bond for his good behavior. Tho reason
for imposing this tremendous security
lies undoubtedly in tho great value
attaching to the plate and other tablo-
ware in the mansion. Compared to his
bonds, his salary is pitiably small, it
amounts to only *1800 annually.
OCTAVIf H It. ritCDJtN.
The business of sending letters from
the white house, to the capitol culls for
the services of two interesting public
servants who havo held office for muny
years. The first is Mr. Octavius L. Prit-
don. Ho is officially known as the
assistant private secretary to tho pres-
ident, but from tho nature of his duties
his more populur title is president's
messenger. Pruden is u hold-over. He
came to Washington from Glens I'alls,
N. Y., at tho beginning of Grant's first
administration, to take tho ofllco which
ho has held ever since.
Tortoise (hell combi seem to be growing
In favor,some having topi thickly lncruitcd
with diamonds.
A blick onyx cretcont. set with imiil
illninotiils, bid* fair to rank M one of tbe
{iretticut of hairpin beads.
Michigan auJ Now York mine most of
our s:itt.
Maine's Ico crop is s'.iort a quarter ot a
million Um-i.
In liana l.ns Increased tho cost of liquor
licenses to f2.V>.
In Denver, Col., during tSSS, 4,000 build-
inns were oi oeted.
Great Uritain has W tin plate mills, em-
ploying lisn.O.X) men.
Scruntoa, Pa., is to havo a now silk mill,
to employ ;u)j hands.
Yale colleie lias abo-it 7,000 volumos add-
ed to its library annually.
Nctrro laborers in Louisiana are being
supplanted by while futnilics.
Tl'.e proportion of colored ueople to white
Is steadily Increasing in Mississippi.
Englati I has 7,00) flour mills which can
niatio M,0 Ki,oo.) barrels of flour a year.
The Mexican government proposes to In-
terd'et tho importation of American lard.
The Salt Trust to b" established In-thls
country will have a capital of *'J5,000,0ft).
There are Oil newspnpors and periodicals
published in foreign languages in this re-
public.
A sprln? of natural cologne, with tho
perfume of patchouli, has been discoverod
in Algiers.
The largost paper makers in England
have formed a Trust, with a capital of
$1(1,000,0.10.
TI.e plans for tho now war vessels for
the, government aro lo bo completed as
soon as possible.
A bill beforo tho Minnesota Legislature
proposes to havo fruit, vegetables, eggs,
etc., sold by tho pound.
Hungarians in largo numbers, who h ve
been working In the Loliigll coal regions,
are returning to their homos.
A whist, player, who has coutitod tho
number of games ho has played during
fifty oiio years, has recorded <8,SIK).
Tho loading lumber linns of Maryland.
Virginia and North Carolina havo formed
a combination to control North C'arollnu
pine lumber.
Tho total Indian p lpulation of tho Unito.l
States, in ISSil was 'ill,701, anil the Indians
hail 'J 12,400 s'pioi'o utiles of territory reserv-
ed lor their use.
The saw is l.ir/aly usjd now Instead ot
tho ax in bringing down tho giant red
woods in California. Tho troo is sawed
partly through, and then Is forced over by
wedges.
There seems to be n gonoral disposition
on the part of tho courts to deny to Juries
the innocent diversion of playing poker
during their deliberations, yet the judge
who s.it in tlii) Kerr trial in Now York ilued
three men because thoy didn't play "whist."
The Texas umbrollu troo Is becoming a
favorite for shade and ornumont purposes
In California. It. is a largo und beautiful
troo, resembling an umbrella In the spread
of Its foliage, which is so donso that it af-
fords |>erfcct protection from cither ralu or
sun.
According to a denominational papor it.
cost, this government *1,H4N,000 to support
2,300 Dakota Indians for seven yours while
they were savages. After they wore Christ-
ianized it cost 45120,00.1 to caro for the same
iiutnbar for the same time, a saving of (I,-
<28,000.
The wife of Tolstoi, tho great Russian
novelist, does not sympathize with her bus-
bund's extreme religious views, and threat-
ens, if he attempts to carry out his plans of
selling all that he has for the banoilt, of lln>
poor, to ask for an official Investigation of
bis sanity.
Tho newest euro for rheumatism is tht
st lug of bees. Tlic insects are applied tfl
tbe ufllicted part and called a namo or two>
whereupon they go right on and attend to
the rest of It. No man who has tuken this
treatment has been known to complain of
rheumatism thereafter.
A yout h of 17 at Greenvlllo, Tex., who had
frequently beon refused a pistol by hit
father, secured possession of a weapon. Tho
lather demanded un explanation, which so
angered the boy that lie shot his father
deud. The name of this precocious murder-
er is McGungle Glddcns.
A Pennsylvania Botanical society has re-
ceived a Hose of Jerieo from Persia, or
which siiocies of llower It is said that when
dry weather is prevalent it wraps Itself in-
to a ball, anil is to all uppearances dead.
The wind blows it. from tho stalk, and it
goes bouncing along until It reaches t*
moist spot, where It unfolds its loaves,
drops its seeds, and a garden of roses soon
appears.
A well-known farmer from Fauquier
county, Virginia, uppearo l at the surgoon-
generai's ofllco In Washington the other
day and dcinnii led a pension, as ho was an
honorably discharged eonfoilerata soldier,
lie said a< the republicans were again In
power he know ho would get It, us tho.ir
were more favorable to g^utin{ pensions
than the democrats. He was passed along
to another olllco.
Says l'rof. Had'ey: "Tho speed nf rail-
road trains Is restricted within three theo-
retical limits: First, a physical limit of eigh-
ty mlie-i mi hour, beyond which it is found
linpos ihlc for a train to keop tho trae'ic;
secon !, an operating limit of sixty tniles an
lour, beyond wliieh practical experience
li.cj fo-in I trains can not run without much
if iniairo to life; third, a commercial limit ol
•lilrt.v miles tier hour, at which, all tilings
cen-:il,Tcd, it is found most economical te.
run u train.
The famous Harkor will case has been
a'tti'iil a'. Do.er, N. II. Mr. Burlier, who ,
was worth over .*1.0:0,0.)',), stipulated in his
will ti. it his .'on 11:,Mill should receive iCi,-
000 a year for life, provide I that lu) did uot
1.eco.ne intoxicated ; t.'.int. ir. ten years lie
miyl.t um .v ^iiO.o.iii, ar.d t lie sumo amount
cvi v sncceeitin. ten years; but thnt in
ea<-o lie became a*, any time Intoxicated ho
sl.ottl'i lo 'i! a'.I. The so.t i oatcve.l the will
in the ground that his father was unduly
prejudice 1 .'wai :st him on th ■ queitionof
drinking, and that he was not of sojnd
n.ind. 'I he Jury returned a verdict sustain-
ir.L-1'. o will.
Tho Safety Valve gives this record ol
boiler explosions during 1 : Total tiuin-
berof boilers exploded, M; estimated less tc
property, jt-l, lot I,(K).l; estimate 1 loss by stop,
pugool btislnoss, ?l.()i0.000; number of cm
ploycs thrown temporarily out ot work, 10.-
thK); number of lives lo*t, number of
persons injured, 41)1. Of boiler* 1 n saw-
mills and other wood working cstaolis'a
ments. there were 0!) explosions; locomo-
tives, il; steamships, tucrs, and other steam
vessels, 10; portable boilers, bolsters, alio
agricultural engines, 2*. mines, oil v.viis
colliers, IS; p iper mills, ol acherios, digest,
crs. etc.. 11; rolling mills and Iron wanes
2.V. distill 'i-ies, breweries, die-works, s-.gar-
lou-.es, and rendering works, 21; tlouriup-
mllls anil grain elevators, •)!>; textile maul;
factories, Imiscellaneous, 21.
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