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GAZETTE.
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VOLUME VII. NUMBER 44.
JACKSBORO, JACK COUNTY, TEXAS, THURSDAY EVENING, MAY 12, 1887.
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ER S.JONjES,
JOE A LAND AGENT,
Fill settle farmers and stock men
or vacant land in Harde-
^ildres, Cottle, and other
long the line of the Fort
Denver R. R. Office at
tad, Hardeman county. Cor-
oe solicited.
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Henderson,
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r of crinicultural, abscision
liologioal tripsis, also pbre
and hydropath-
vi uearu. All work phys-
sally executed.
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Xevfonuilland Dog.
ty bang—down/the
thSlaU of a
and frieghtened dog! A
rof boys followed at tlio runaway’s
with cries and shouts, increasing alike
• and bis speed, until at last he had
pursuers, but not, alas! that
horribly noisy thing that clattered and rattled
»t.his heels. Thoroughly tired as thoroughly
terrified, the poor dog looked to right and left
hs he ran for help or shelter. At; length he
spied at tbs corner of a cross street, not far
away, a large, friendly looking Newfound-
land dog. With piteous cries and an implor-
dog dragged himself
i to the Newfoundland
im for help. Nor was his appeal
; for the Newfoundland seemed to
appreciate the position and at once showed
himself to be a generous dog. A patient
knawing at the string finally released tlio
can, and then, lifting it in the air, the New-
foundland flung it from him with a triumph-
ant torn of the head, while the other dog joy-
ously bou ivied up from his crouching position
to be rid of the troublesome
which his human tormentors had in-
t. Nicholas
Vnmelodioas an«l Unmusical.
The tendency of Germans to exchange un-
metodious Teutonic names for equally un-
musical English patronymics is on the in-
crease. Several signs on Broadway business
places, bearing the names of Heavenricb,
r, Hnnimerslough, etc., is proof of
Himiuelreich and Morgen-
exactly harmonious names, but
in the Gen nan tongue
l tiie respect due to words of
sance. • Done into English
l well, and they look aboard.
THE “PLEBES” IN CAMP.
life of the First Year Man of Wes|
Point—Drill and Discipline.
The summer camp is one round of labor for
the plebe, as the first year man is called at
West Point. If he were transported to an-
other planet there could hardly oe a greater
change in his life than that which he'?xperi-
ences when he leaves the comforts of his
home and plunges into the routine of military
drill and discipline of West Point. He rises
at 5 in the morning for reveille, and in half
an hour marches to breakfast, the interval
being employed in doing the policing of his
own tent and of the tent of the cadet to
whom he may stand in the relation of “special
duty man.” When he walks he marches
with depressed toes and outspread palms.
He has two hours of drill evt ry morning
and another hour with parade in the after-
noon. After tattoo, which is 8 30, he may
retire; but no downy couch awaits him. He
spreads his blanket on the tent floor and
spreads himself on that, with a luilt drawn
over him for protection against the night
cold. The only change from this programme
is on Sundays or or days when he marches
on guard. On Sunday there is the Sunday
morning inspection and two horns at chapel,
making it anything but a day cf rest; and
when, as a sentinel, he marches im guard in
the morning he walks post two hours at a
stretch in the sunshine and in rain, with four
hour intervals, during the whole twenty-four
hours that elapse before the guard is relieved.
This much, in general, falls to the lot of every
plebe in the way of duty.
Aside from this comes in the quest; on of
his treatment by older cadets. Ability to
sing, play, dance or render one’s self enter-
taining in some such way is highly .appre-
ciated by cadets; and a readiness to exercise
what few accomplishments he nay jiossess
usually saves the plebe much hai assing. Of
course all do not escape so eaiiily. Many
have guns to clean and water to carry and
bedding to pile for the upper class men, and
are unpleasantly “roughed” in ether ways;
but the ill usage which a new caiet ordina-
rily receives is almost always exaggerated in
the accounts which reach the put lie through
the press.—St. Nicholas.
The Home Feeling In Cats.
The home feeling which appeirs at first
sight to be a strong point in favor of the cat
turns oat on examination to beralher against
her on the score of genuine emotic n. I b is an
attachment to places rather than to persons;
a lonely garret where she once l ived Iteing
more attractive to her than the society of her
benefactors. Even in her especial field of
usefulness the cat is by no means the paragon
of skill and efficiency she is too often repre- I
sented; a tender will eclipse her as a ratter, ‘
and she is too easily spoiled by indulgence to
keep up her reputation as a mouse r. In fact,
the cat has become an aesthetic on lament; the
pride of apothecary stores and the glory of
drawing rooms, instead of being the protector
of the kitchen and cellar. There i re cats like
the Persian, and a species called the “o-oon,”
indigenous to Maine, which are very decora-
tive, and seem to enjoy the ribands which are
lavished upon them, and yet there is a stealthy,
covert manner about them which is by no
means attractive. I always feci that the
tiger element is latent in the most demu re and
peaceful cat. And yet a waggish friend of
miue insists upon it that all cats are sens re-
proach, while cheerfully admitting thai; none
| of them are sans purr.—Boston Post.
The Empress Eugenie Still Beautiful.
Yesterday, April II, tbo stnncio (prome-
nade during which all vehicles are prohibited)
in Via Toledo, Naples, was rendeied particu-
larly interesting by the appearance of the
Empress Eugenie, who passed through the
street. The ex-eovereign bears the traces of
great and delicate beauty, almost rendering
her age a mystery.
Slender, erect ami with a super! figure, she
is at once to be recognized as a grande lume.
i Her bright and vivacious eyes justify the old
fascination and the episode of theciamonds in
in the forest of Couipiegne. Her stilll rosy
complexion is admirably preserved, ami is
jterhAps owing to the mild climate, which fjas
renewed the ancient beauty in her cheeks;
! her hair, not yet white, still shows tints of
; pale gold. Th* empress was, as always, in
i deep mourning, and wore a long cj;ape veil,
j Although she carried a parasol in her left
band, her right held the well known ebony
■tick, on which, however, she did not lean.
of War.
the German drummers
and trumpeters are practicing the French
beats and calls, fh order to deceive their ene-
mies in battle. It also says that in many
engagements in the war of 1870 the com-
mand to ceese firing was often given to the
Frqpch infantry by German buglers; end
tfcqt the .command to belt sounded by the
■aiqe buglers often stopped a charge of
FkfjBeb cavalry, and placed them in a posi-
tion whs re they could be mowed down.—
New York Sun.
A 11 — -
Alter Twenty-five Years.
Twenty-five years ago Albert Ellis, of
Wiprioer, filled up a elny pipe fen* a good
smoke. 'He used only half of its contents,
for on the next day be went to the war. He
rarested and came home, but did not finish
that smoke until a few fiavs ago, when he
k*ppmpd to find the old pipe, partly empty,
Just «§ he had left it.—Lewiston (Me.) Jour-
Why the Indians Killed the Do|g.
An amusing incident, which resulted
fatally to a poor dog, occurred at an Indian
wigwam near Lewiston, the other day, be-
tween Professor Macallister, the magician,
and the noble redskins. The In<i ians bad a
small dog which the professor took quite a
fancy to, and he made himself quite familiar
with the brute by patting and pitting him.
He asked the Indians how much they would
take for him; to which they replied they did
not want to sell him. The professor said
“him very valuable dog,” at the same tim®
rubbing him down the bark to his tail length,
at each stroke taking a handful of money
from the end of his tail, also from his mouth,
| nose and ears. At these strange proceedings
i the Indians stood in awe and astonishment,
i After the professor left their premises the In-
dians took the dog down to the river brink,
j where the poor brute was doomed to die iui ig-
nominious death. There they kited and div*
j sec ted liiin with the idea that from hu ear-
1 cass plenty of “Iwodle” could be taken, —Bois®
CUj (Idabo) Statesman.
At No Period of a Man’s Life Is He
Free From Temptation—All Who Live
Godly in Christ Must Suffer Persecu-
tion.
Brooklyn, May 8.—At the Tabernacle
this morning the Rev. T. De Witt Talmage,
D. D., gave notice of the annual pilgrimage
of his congregation, which this year will
be to Martha’s Vineyard, Mass. It will
begin July 1 and end July 7. Dr. Talmage
will preach at Martha’s Vineyard on July 3,
and deliver an oration on the Fourth. The
congregational singing at the Tabernacle is led
by a cornet and organ. A l>oy choir chants
twice during the service. The hymn sung by
the congregation this morning begins:
Sun of my soul, thou Saviour dear,
It is not night if Thou be near.
Dr. Talmage’s text was: “And his dis-
ciples went and told Jesus”—Matthew xiv, 12.
He said:
An outrageous assassination had just taken
place. To appease a revengeful woman,
King Herod ordered the death of* that noble,
self sacrificing Christian John the Baptist.
The group of the disciples were thrown into
grief and dismay. They felt themselves ut-
terly defenseless. There was no authority to
which they could appeal, and yet grief must
always find expresssion. If there be no hu-
man ear to hear it, then the agonized soul
will cry it aloud to the winds and the woods
and the w aters. But there was an ear that
was willing to listen. There is a tender
pathos, and at the same time a most admira-
ble picture, in the words of my text: “They
went and told Jesus.” He could understand
all tbeir grief, and he immediately soothed it.
Our burdens are not more than half so heavy
to carry if another is thrust under the other
end of them. Here we find Christ, his brow
shadowed with grief, standing amid the
group of disciples, who, with tears and vio-
lent gesticulations and wringing of hands and
outcry of bereavement, are expressing their
woe. Raphael, with his skillS'il brush put-
ting upon the wall of a palace some scene of
sacred story, gave not so skillful a stroke as
when the plain hand of the evangelist writes:
“They went and told Jesus.”
The old Goths and Vandals once came down
upon Italy from the north of Europe, and
they upset the gardens, and they broke down
the altars and swept away everything that
was good and beautiful. So there is ever
and anon in the history of all tlie sons and
daughters of our race an incursion of rough
handed troubles that came to plunder and
ransack and put to the torch all that men
highly prized. There is no cave so deeply
cleft into the mountains as to allow us shelter,
and the foot of the fleetest courser cannot
bear us beyond the quick pursuit. The ar-
rows they put to the string fly with unerring
dart, until we fall pierced and stunned.
I feel that I bring to you a most appropriate
mesage. I mean to bind up all your griefs
into a bundle and set them on fire with a
spark from God’s altar. The same prescrip-
tion that cured the sorrow of the disciples
will cure all your heartaches. I have read
that when Godfrey and bis army marched out
to capture Jerusalem, as they came over the
hills, at the first flash of the pinnacles of that
beautiful city, the army that had marched in
silence lifted a shout that made the earth
tremble. Ob, you soldiers of Jesus Christ,
inarching on toward heaven, I would that
to-day, by some gleam from the palace of
God’s mercy and God’s strength you might
be lifted into great rejoicing, and that before
this service is ended you might raise one glad
hosanna to the Lord!
In tbo first place, I commend the behavior
of these disciples to all those in this audience
who are sinful and unpardoned. There
comes a time in almost every man’s history
when he feels from some source that he has
an erring nature. The thought may not
have such heft as to foil him. It may be only
like the flash in an evening cloud just after a
very hot summer day. One man to get rid
of that impression will go to prayer; another
will stimulate himself l«y ardent spirits, and
another man wall dive deepef in secularities.
But sometimes a man cannot get rid of these
impressions. Tho fact is, when a man finds
out that his eternity is poised upon a perfect
uncertainty, and that the next moment his
foot may slip, he must do something violent
to make himself forget where he stands, or
else fly for refuge.
If there are any here who have resolved
that they would rather die of this awful can-
cer of sin than to bavo the heavenly surgeon
cut it out, let me say, my dear brother, yon
miugle for yourself a bitter cup. You fly in
the face of your everlasting interests. You
crouch under a yoke and you bite the dust,
when, this moment, you might rise up a
crowned conqueror. Driven and perplexed
and harassed as you have been by siu, go and
tell Jesus. To relax the grip of death from
your soul and plant your unshackled feet
upon the golden throne Christ let the tor-
tures of the bloody Mount transfix him.
i With the beam of bis own cross he will break
! down the floor of your dungeon. From the
j thorns of bis own crown he will pick enough
gems to make your brow hlnze with eternal
i victory. In every tear on his wet cheek, in
•very gash of his side, in every long, blacken-
ing mark of torvration from shoulder to
shoulder, in the grave shattering, heaven
storming death groan, I bear him say: “Him
that cometli unto me, I will in no wise cast
I out”
“Oh,” lmt you say, “instead of curing my
wound you want to make another wound,
namely, that of conviction!” Have you never
known a surgeon to come and find a chronic
disease, and then with sharp caustic burn it
all out? So the grace of God comes to the old
sore of sin. It has long been rankling there,
but by divine grace it is burned out through
these fires of conviction, “the flesh coming
again as the flesh of a little child;” “where
sin abounded, grace much more al>oundeth.”
With the 10,000 unpardoned sins of your life,
go and tell Jesus. You will never get rid of
your sins in any other way; and remember
that the broad invitation which I extend to
you will not always be extended.
King Alfred, liefore modern timepieces
wore invented, used to divide the day into
three parts—eight hours each—anti then had
tree wax candles. By the time the flist
caudle had burned to tiie socket eight hours
had gone, and when tbo second candle had
burned to the socket another eight hours had
gone, and when all the three candles were
| gone out theu the day had passed. Oh, that
! some of us, instead of calculating our days
! and nights and years by any earthly time-
piece, might calculate them by the number
of opjiortunities and mercies which are burn-
ing down and burning out, never to be re-
1 lighted, 1$$ at last w$ be amid the foolish
virgins who cried: “Our lamps have gone
out!”
Again I commend the behavior of the dis-
ciples to all who are tempted. I have heard
men In mid life say they had never been led
into temptation. If you have not felt tempta-
tion it is because you have not t ried to do
right. A man hoppled and handcuffed, as
long as he lies quietly, does not test the power
of the chain; but when he rises up and
with determination resolves to snap the
handcuff or break the hopple, then he finds
the power of the iron. And there are men
who have been for ten and twenty and thirty
years bound hand and foot by evil habits
who have never felt the power of the chain
because they have never tried to break it. It
is very easy to go on down with the stream
and with the wind, lying on your oars; but
just turn around and try to go against the
wind and the tide and you will find it a differ-
ent matter. As long as we go down the cur-
rent of our evil habit we seem to get along
quite smoothly, but if after a while we turn
around and head the other way, toward
Christ and pardon and heaven, oh, then how
we have to lay to the oars! You all have
your temptation. You have one kind, you
another, you another, not one person escaping.
It is all folly lor you to say to some one:
“I could not be tempted as you are.” The
lion thinks it is so strange that the fish should
be caught with a book. The fish thinks it is
so strange that; the lion should be caught
with a trap. You see some man with a cold,
phlegmatic temperament, and you say: “I
suppose that man has not any temptation.”
Yes, as much as you have. In his phlegmatic
nature he has a temptation to indolence and
censoriousness and over eating and drinking;
a temptation to ignore the great work of life;
a temptation to lay down an obstacle in the
way of all good enterprises. The tempera-
ment decides the styles of temptation; but
sanguine or lymphatic, you will have temp-
tation. Satan has a grappling hook just fitted
for your soul. A man never lives lieyond the
reach of temptation. You say when a man
gets to be 70 or 80 years of age he is safe from
all Satanic assault. You are very much mis-
taken. A man at 85 years of age has as many
temptations as a man at 25. They are only
different styles of temptation.
Ask the aged Christian whether he is never
assaulted of the powers of darkness. If you
think you have conquered the power of
temptation, you are very much mistaken.
A man who wanted a throne pretended he
was very weak and sickly, and if he was
elevated he would soon be gone. He
crawled upon hi? crutches to the throne, and
having attained it bo was strong again. He
said: “It was well for me while I was looking
for the scepter of another that I should
stoop, but now that I have found it, why
should I stoop any longer?” and he threw
away his crutches and was well again.
How illustrative of the power of tempta-
tion! You think it is a weak and crippled
influence; but give it a chance, and it will be
a tyrant in your soul, it will grind you to
atoms. No man has finally and forever
overcome temptation until he has left the
world. But what are you to do with these
temptations? Tell everybody alxmt them?
Ah, what a silly man you would be! As
well might a commander in a fort send word
to the enemy which gate of the castle is least
barred as for you to go and tell what all
your frailties arc and what your temptations
are. The world will only caricature you,
With teeth of stone, it clutches for its
Between the closing gates of the
will only
scoff at
you.
What
then
must a
man do?
When
the wave
strikes him with
terrific
dash
shall
he have
nothing
to hold
on to?
In
this contest with “the world, the flesh and the
devil” shall a man have no help, no counsel?
Our text intimates something different In
those eyes that wept with the Bethany sisters
I see shining hope. In that voice which
spake until the grave broke and the widow of
Nain had back her lost son, and the sea slept,
and sorrow stupendous woke up in the
arms of rapture—in that voice I hear the
command and the promise: “Cast thy burden
on the Lord, and he will sustain thee.” Why
should you carry your burdens any longer?
Oh, you weary soul, Christ has been in this
conflict. He says: “My grace shall be suf-
ficient for you. You shall not be tempted
above that you are able to hear.” Therefore,
with all your temptations, go as these disciples
did, and tell Jesus.
Agaiu: I commend the behavior of the
disciples to all those who are abused and slan-
dered and persecuted. When Herod put John
to death, the disciples b new that their own
heads were not safe. And do you know that
every John has a Herod? There are persons
in life who do nor, wish you very welL Your
misfortunes are honeycombs to them.
Through their teeth they hiss at you. misin-
terpret your motives and would be
glad to see you upset. No man gets
through life without having a pommeling.
Some slander comes after you, horned and
husked and hoofed, to gore and trample you;
and what are you to do? I tell you plainly
that all who serve Christ must suffer persecu-
tion. It is tbo worst sign hi the world for
you to be able to say: “I haven’t an enemy
in the world.” A woe is pronounced in the
Bible against the one of whom everybody
speaks well. If you are at peace with all the
world, and everybody likes you and approves
your work, it is because you arc an idler in
the Lord’s vineyard, and are not doing your
duty.
All those who have served Christ, however
eminent, have been maltreated at some stage
of their experience. You know it was so in
the time of George Whitfield, when he stood
and invited men into the kingdom of God.
What did the learned Dr. Johnson say to
him? He pronoui<ced him a miserable mounte-
bank. How was it when Robert Hall stood
I add spoke as scarcely any uninspired pi^n
ever did speak of the glories of heaven? And
qs he stood Sabbath after Sabbath preaching
on these themes bis face kindled with the
glory. John Foster, a Christian limn, said of
this man: “Robert Hall is only acting, and
the smile on his face is a reflection of his own
vanity.” John Wesley turned all England
ujwide down with Christian reform, and yet
the punsters were after him, and the moo nest
jokes in Englan 1 were perjietrated about
John Wesley. What is true of the pulpit is
true of the pew; it is true of the street, it is
true of the shop and the store. All who will
live godly in Christ Jesus must suffer persecu-
tion.
And I set it down as the very worst sign in
all your Christian experience, if you are, any
of you, at peace with all the world. The re-
t ligion of Christ is war. It is a challenge to
i “the world, the flesh and the devil;” and if
you will buckle oil the whole armor of God
you will find a great host disputing your
path between this and heaven. But w hat are
you to do when yon are assaulted and slan-
dered and abused, as I suppose nearly all of
you have been in your life? Go out and hunt
up the slanderer? Ob, no, silly man; while
you are explaining away a falsehood in one
j place, fifty people will just have beard of it
i in other places.
I counsel you tp another course, While
you are not to omit any opportunity of set-
ting yourselves right, I want to tell you this
morning of one who had the hai*dest things
said about him, whose sobriety was disputed,
whose mission was scouted, whose com-
panionship was denounced, who was pursued
as a babe and spit upon as a man, who was
howled at after he was dead. I will have
you go unto him with your bruised soul,
in some humble, child prayer, saying: “I see
thy wounds—wounds of head, wounds of
feet, wounds of heart. Now, look at my
wounds, and see what I have suffered, and
through what battles I am going; and I
entreat thee, by those wounds of thine, sym
pathize with me.” And he will sympathize,
and he will help. Go and tell Jesus!
Again: I commend the behavior of the
disciples to all who may have been bereaved.
How many in garb of mourning! If you
could stand at this point, where I am standing
and look off upon this audience, how many
signals of sorrow yon would behold. God has
his own way of taking apart a family. We
must get out of the way for coming genera-
tions. We must get off the stage that others
may come on, and for this reason there is &
long procession reaching down all the time
into the valley of shadows.
This emigration from time into eternity is
so vast an enterprise that we cannot under
stand it. Every hour we hear the clang of
the sepulchral gate. The sod must be broken.
Tlie4h’ound must be plowed for resurrectior
harvest. Eternity must be peopled. The
dust must press our eyelids. “It is ap-
pointed unto all men once to die.” This
emigration from time into eternity keeps
three-fourths of the families of the earth in
desolation. The air is rent with farewells
and the black tasseled vehicles of death rum-
ble through every street.
The body of the child that was folded sc
closely to the mother’s heart is put away in
the cold and the darkness. The laughter
freezes to the girl’s lip and the rose scatters.
The boy in the harvest field of Shunam says:
“My head! my head!” and they carry him
home to die on the lap of his mother. Widow-
hood stands with tragedies of woe struck into
the pallor of the cheek. Orphanage cries in
vain for father and mother. Oh, the grave is
cruel!
prey.
sepulcher our hearts are mangled and
crushed. Is there any earthly solace?
None. We come to the obsequies, we
sit with the grief stricken, we talk patheti-
cally to their soul; but soon the obsequies
have passed, the carriages have left ns at the
door, the friends who stayed for a few days
have gone, and the heart sits in desolation
listening for the little feet that will never again
patter through the hall, or looking for the
entrance of those who will never come again
—sighing into the darkness—ever and anon
coming across some book or garment, or little
shoe or picture, that arouses former associ-
ation, almost killing the heart.
Long days and nights of suffering that wear
out the spirit and expunge the bright lines of
life, and give haggardness to the face, and
draw the flesh tight down over the cheek bone,
and draw dark lines under the sunken eyes,
and the hand is tremulous, and the voice is
husky and uncertain, and the grief is wear-
ing, grinding, accumulating, exhausting.
Now, what are such to do? Are they merely
to look up into a brazen and unpitying
heaven? Are they to walk a blasted heath
unfed of stream, unsheltered by overarching
tree? Has God turned us out on the barren
common to die? Oh, nol no! no! He has not.
He comes with sympathy and kindness and
love. He understands all our grief. He sees
the height and the d?pth and the length and
the breadth of it. He is the only one that
can fully sympathize. Go and tell Jesus.
Sometimes when we have trouble we go to
our friends and we explain it, and they try
to sympathize; but they do not understand it.
They cannot understand it. But Christ sees
all over it, and all through it. He not only
counts the tears and records the groans, but
before the teare started, before the groans
began, Christ saw the inmost hiding place of
your sorrow; and he takes it, "nd he
weighs it, and he measures it, and
he pities it with an all absorbing pity. Bone
of our bone. Flesh of our flesh. Heart of
our heart. Sorrow of our sorrow.
% As long as he remembers Lazarus’ grave he
will stand by you in the cemetery. As long
as he remembers his own heartbreak he will
stand by you in the laceration of your affec-
tions. "W hen he' forgets th® footsore way,
the sleepless nights, the weary body, the ex-
hausted mind, the awful cross, the solemn
grave, then he will forget you, but not until
then.
Often when we were in trouble we sent for
our friends; but they were far away, they
could not get to us. We wrote to them:
“Come right away," or telegraphed: “Take
the next train.” They came at last, yet were
a great while in coming, or perhaps.were too
late. But Christ is always near—before you,
behind you, within you. No mother ever
threw her arms around her child with such
warmth and ecstasy of affection as Christ has
shown toward you. Close at bond—nearer
than the staff upon which you lean, nearer
than the cup which you put to your lips,
nearer than the handkerchief with which you
wipe away your tears—I preach him an ever
present, all sympathizing, compassionate
Jesus, now can you stay away one moment
from him with your griefs? Go now. Go and
tell Jesus.
It is often that our friends have no power
to relieve us. They would very much like to
do it; but they cannot disentangle our
finances, they cannot cure our sickness and
raise our dead; but glory be to God that ho
to whom the disciples went has aU }K>wcr In
heaveq and pu earth, and at our call he will
balk our calamities, and, at just the right
time, In the presence of nil applauding earth
and a resounding heaven, will raise our dead.
He will do it. He is mightier than Herod.
He is swifter than the storm. He is grander
than the sea. He is vaster than eternity. And
every sword of God’s omnipotence will leap
from its scabbard, and ail the resources of in-
finity lie exhausted, rather than that God’s
child shall not lie delivered when he cries to
him for rescue.
Supi>ose your child was in trouble, bow
much would you endure to get him out? You
would go through any hardship. You would
say: “I don’t care what it will cost. I must
get him out of that trouble.”
Do you think God is not so good a father
as you ? Seeing you are in trouble, and hav-
iug all power, will he not stretch out his arm
and deliver you? He will He is mighty to
save. He can level the mountain and divide
the sea, and can extinguish the fire and save
the soul. Not dim of eye, not weak of arm,
not feeble of resources, but with alleternitv
and the universe at his feet. Go and tell
Jesus. Will you? Ye whose cheeks are wet
with the night dew of the grave; ye who
cannot look up; ye whose hearts are dried
with the breath of a sm*cco: in the name of
the religion of Jesus Christ, which lifts every
burden and wipes away every tear and de-
livers every captive and lightens every dark-
ness, I implore you now go and tell Jesus.
A little child went with her father, a sea
captain, to sea, and when the first storm
came the little child was veiy much fright-
ened, and in the night rushed out of the cabin
and said: “Where is father? where is father?”
Then they told her: “Father is on deck guid-
ing the vessel and watching the storm.” The
little child immediately returned to her berth
and said: “It’s all right, for father’s on
deck.” Oh, ye who are tossed and driven in
this world, up by the mountains and down by
the valleys, and at your wit’s end, I want you
to know the Lord God is guiding the ship.
Your Father is on deck. He will bring you
through the darkness into the harbor. Trust
in the Lord. Go and tell Jesus. Let me say
that if you do not you will have no comfort
here, and you will forever be an outcast and
a wanderer. Y $ur death will be a sorrow.
Your eternity will be a disaster.
But if you go to him for pardon and sym-
pathy, all is well. Everything will brighten
up, and joy will come to the heart and sorrow
will depart; your sins will be forgiven and
your foot will touch the upward path; and
the shining messengers that report above
what is done here will tell it until the great
arches of God resound with the glad tidings,
if now, with contrition and full trustfulness
of soul, you will only go and tell Jesus.
But I am oppressed, when I look over this
audienoj, at the prospect that some may not
take this counsel, and go away unblessed. I
cannot help asking what will b® the destiny
of these people? So I never care whether it
conies into the text or not; I never leave my
place on this platform without telling them
that now is the accepted time, and to some,
perhaps, the last time.
Xerxes looked off on his army. There
were 2,000,000 men—perhaps the finest army
ever marshaled. Xerxes rod® along the
lines, reviewed them, came back, stood on
some high point, looked off upon the 2,000,000
men and buret into tears. At that moment,
when every one supposed he would be in the
greatest exultation, he broke down in grief.
They asked him why he wept. “Ah,”he
said, “I weep at the thought that so soon all
this host will be dead.” So I stand looking off
upon this host of immortal men and women
and realize the fact, as perhaps no man can,
unless he has been in similar position, that
soon the places which know you now will
know you no more, and you will be gone—
whither ? whither ? There is a stirring idea
which the poet put in very peculiar verse
when he said:
’Tis not for man to trifle; life is brief,
And sin is here;
Our age is but the falling of a leaf—
A dropping tear.
Not manjr lives, but only one have we—
One, only one;
How sacred should that one life ever be—
v That narrow' span.
MORE PROFITABLE THAN COTTON.
NEW FACTS ABOUT THE CONGO.
Tlio River Found to Have a Wider
pausion Than at Stanley Pooh
At its mouth the Congo river Is of enor-
mous depth, but only 100 miles <r s® above
Stanley pool Capt. Braconnier sa id a year'or
two ago that “steam launches dra- ring barely
two and a half feet of water aave to be
dragged along by our men.” H. ]L Johnston
mentions the same fact in his description
of the Congo. “Our boat is constantly run-
ning aground on sandbanks,” he wrote. “It
has an extraordinary effect to see men walk-
ing half way over a great branch of the
river, with water only up to tl eir unlrW,
tracing the course of some hidden sandbank.”
Stanley, Johnston, and others att ributed the
remarkable sliallowness of the liver to its
great breadth in this part of its xmrae; but
none of them knew how wide the river really
is above the Kassai^river.
l\ e now have some new light oi. this ques-
tion, w hich is a very interesting o;ie, because
the Congo is next to the greatest r iver in the
w'orld, and new discoveries with regard to
the river are apt to lie on a large sc ale. Capt.
Ilouvier has been surveying this oart of the
river j and he. finds that for a distance of
about fifty miles the river is much wider than
was supposed. Its width, in fai:t, in from
fifteen to twenty miles, a circumi stance that
has not been discovered before on account of
many long islands, some of whie i have al-
ways l»een taken for one shore o f the river.
It follows, therefore, that there is \ vast ex-
panse on the upper Congo similar t o and very
much larger thau Stanley pooL Steamboats
have passed each other in this enla *gement of
the river without knowing of ouch other’s
proximity. It is easy to underst and, there-
fore, how it happens that the Conj ;o is in this
place so very shallow', while in m jtow por-
tions of the lower river no plummet line
ever yet touched bottom. Navigation :in tiiis
part of the Congo would be almost impossible
were it not that here and there soundings are
revealing channels deep and wide enough for
all the requirements of steamboat traffic,—
| New York Sun.
A Comparatively New Textile Fabric
That Has Been Introduced.
Rewards aggregating $50,000 have been
offered for the past few years by various for-
eign governments, particularly the English,
French, and Chinese, to the man that could
invent a machine that would spin raime into
yarns. Raime is often called Chinese grass.
It grow’s about four feet high. It is a peren-
nial plant, and throws out numerous stems as
thick as the little finger. The fiber of the
inner bark is the useful portion and can be
removed when the stems are dried. By rub-
bing the stems in the hand the bark peels
off and leaves this fibrous matter, which is
very strong, in appearance greatly resem-
bling silk. For many years the Chinese
have been spinning this fiber and weaving it
by hand. It makes a durable fabric, not
unlike silk and linen in texture. In France
and England it is used to mix with and add
stability to silk.
A Frenchman has recently invented a ma-
chine to take the place of hand work. A large
factory is now being built on the Hudson
river, which will be used for this purpose.
After the yarns are made they can be put on
any loom and manufactured into all kinds of
fabric. Ramie in its raw slate is much
stronger than Russian hemp and it is impossi-
ble to break it by using any ordinary force.
When manufactured it can be used in almost
any material. Ramie was first introduced into
this country in 1807 in the Botanical gardens
at Washington. It was grown in Jamaica in
1854. It is easier to raise thau cotton, and
three crops can be obtained each year. It can
be raised from seed. India, Egypt and China
are best suited for raising ramie. It sells in
the raw state at about seven cents a pound or
a little cheaper thau cotton, but more money
can be made out of ramie, because it requires
less attention and realizes in larger quantities.
—New York Mail and Express.
A Treeless Forest.
Away down in Devonshire, in the :south-
westem part of England, there is a very in-
| teresting tract of land. It is knov n as Dart-
l moor forest, and is so named in all old deeds
i and grants of land; yet, with the exception
i of a small grove of dwarf oaks, it is almost
entirely without trees! This strar ge contra-
diction is said to be due to the;’act of the
greater part of , Dartmoor having j actually
been a forest years ago, but it was »infested
with fierce wild animals that the p sople were
forced, in self defense, to set fire tc the trees,
and so, by degrees, the forest was destroyed.
Certain it is that the soil of tlte moor is
composed of rich, black, vegetab e matter,
and that remains of tree trunks have been
found under the ground. Moreove r, the peo-
ple of one district have, for gener itior s, en-
joyed the privilege of free pasturage, thi-ough
a grant awarded their ancestors fer seiwices
in destroying wolves in Dartmoor i orest; for
the same reason they are allowed to gather
the peat which abounds in the fens jr marshy
lands, and which makes an exce lent fueL
The atmosphere of the moor is nearly al ways
moist and foggy. Indeed, the people who
live there say that—
The west wind always brings wet l rcarter,
The east wind, wet and cold togetl er;
The south wind surely brings ns n in,
The north wind blows it back agaii l
—American Agricilturikt.
A Senseless but Startling Teat.
Johann Richter, a 17 year old npprcntice
in Vienna, a few days ago accorup lishei the
senseless but startling feat of clit ibing 453
feet to the topmost point of the great tower,
which is t he crowniug glory of the grand old
cathedral of St. Stephen’s in that city. He
climbed up at night. An account says: No
moon was shining as he stole to the foot of
the tower, and watching for his opportunity
he strapped a black and yellow flag on his
back, and began to clatter up the lighting
conductor. Ere he hud got half way up his
clothes were torn in a dozen places, his boots
were split and tbe blood was streaning from
his fingers. But he hung on like glim death,
taking advantage of vevery chance protuber-
ance, and after heroic exertions actually
reached the summit. The slightest head
swimming or the slightest nervousness and he
would have been dashed to pieces. Happily,
he never last his presence of mind, «.nd in the
morning when the Viennese looked up at the
cross of the old “Steffen,”as they affe< tionately
call it,'to their amazement tied to it they saw
a tiny black and yellow pennon flmteriiig in
the breeze. Richter was arrestee, by the
police, but discharged by the court after a.
lecture.—New Orleans Times-Democrat.
Wanted It for Their Crazy Quilts.
Governor Gray was one of the most aston-
ished persons ever seen for a few moments the
other afternoon. Among the sightseers at
ths new state Capitol building were two
nicely dressed ladies who, after meeting the
governor ami being shown through with a
great deal ot’ courtesy, stopped before one of
the beautiful lambrequins, which cost some-
thing over £300, und both modestly requested
that they be permitted tq cut “just a small,
littie piece,” as they were both making “such
lovely crazy quilts,” and they wanted so
much to have some of that lovely material in
theip. After the ladies had somewhat
hastily departed he said in conversation
that it was remarkable what some people
would ask for. Only recently he was asked
to mail some of the ground of the state house
yard to a mail in Illinois, who stated in his
letter that he had a little dirt from the
grounds of every stare house in the Union ex-
cept Indiana. He got the dirt.— Indianapolis
Sentinel.
An Overcoat on tlie Statue.1
The fuct that Mr. Ward, the sculptor, has
put nn overcoat on his statue of Garfield is a
source of great relief to people on Capitol
hill, who have been greatly distressed at see-
ing Greenough’s huge, naked Washington
sitting out in sleet and snow. Mr. Ward is
the first man to put un overcoat on a sta: ue
in Washington, and ho has shown great bold-
ness ami originality in doing so. Besides, it
is a ready made one with a card pocket on
the right sid». GarfHd always wore ready
made clothing, his well made form securing
an easy fit. There are no overcoats ou tho
three bronze figures lying recumbent ou the
pedestal representing Garfield as the student,
the soldier and the statesman. Those are in
the classic style, with bare bodies and tegs.—
New York Fun.
Rich Colored Women.
d woman in America Is
of Rome, Ga., who pays
fbe property came to her
.vliite father. The next
oma->, of St. Louis,
r shop, the Lindell,
Buffalo Bill in England.
Buffalo BUI, in going to England, deviated
from the usual custom of less illustr ous trav-
elers. Instead of putting himself at once
into the hands of London’s tailor, Poole, as
soon as he arrived, he chose to supply himself
with a liberal outfit in America, and ho
landed on the other syie with any a nount of
“store clothes.” One suit, in which L e intend®
to pay his respects to the queen, is of dark
gray; another, in which he will appt ar at th*
queen’s jubilee as Nebraska’s represei tative, ia
two shades of blue, while a gorgeous hunting
costume, which, perhaps, will be seen in
Windsor forest, consists of blue corduroy
jac ket, gray corduroy trousers aud scarlet
and brown waistcoat.—New York Sjin.
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