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The Exeter Advocate, 1894-9-13, Page 6EXERLAtiNU. LIFE. THE AROUSING Darn BEAT OF TRU PROPHET MICAH. This World is One in Which to Worhe- eNo Rest," "No Rest," the universal Cry of .11ank1ent — Sorrow Indeed Oometit With the Night, Rev, Dr. Taiumee, who is xiow in Aus- tralia on his gl'obe-gbeiling tour, has selected as the eubjeet of his sermor. throandi the press, the wotcle, "Everlast- ing .1..ate," the text being from Micah. 10,- "Arise ye and. depart, for this is not your rest." This was the dram -beat of a prophet who wanted to arouse his people from their oppressed and. sinful condition; but it may just as properly be uttered now as then, Belle, by long exposure and much ringing, lose their dearness of tone; but this rousing bell of the Gospel strikes in as clear a tone as when. it first rang on the air. As far as I can see, your great want and mine is rest. From the ttme We enter life, a great many vexations and annoy- ances take after us. We may have our holidays, and our seasons of recreation and quiet, but where is the man con it/ to micl-life who has found. entire rest? The fact is that God. did not make this world to rest in. A ship might as well go down off Cape Hatteras to find smooth water as a man in. this world. to find quiet. From the way that God. has strewn the thorns, and hung the clouds, and sharpened the tusks; from the colds that distress us, • and the heats that smite us, and the pleurisies that stab us, and the fevers that consume us, I know that he did not make this world as a place to loiter in. God does everything successfully; and this world woulki be a very different world if it were intended for us to lounge in. It does right well for a few hours. In- deed, it is magnificent. Nothing but in- finite wisdom a,nd goodness could have mixed this beverage of water, or hung up these brackets of stars, or trained. these voices of rill, and bird, and ocean—so that God. has but to lift His hand, and the whole world. breaks forth into orches- tra, But, after all, it is only the splen- dor of a king's highway, over which we are to march on to eternal conquests. You and. I have seen. men. who tried to rest here. They blinded themselves great stores. They gathered around. them the patronaee of merchant princes. The 701Ce of their bid shook the money mar- kets. They had stock in the most suc- cessful railroads, and in "safety deposits" great rolls of government securities. They had emblazoned carriage, high - nettled steeds, footmen, plate that con- founded lords and senators who sat at their table, tapestry on which floated the richest designs of foreign looms, splendor of canvas on the wall, exquisiteness of music rising among pedestals of bronze, and dropping, soft as light on snow of eculpture. loiere let them rest. Put back the embroidered curtain a.ncl shake up the pillow of down. Turn out the lights! It is eleven o'clock at night. Let eltun- ber drop upon the eyelids, and. the air float through the half -opened lattice 'drowsy with midsummer perfume. Stand back, all care, anxiety ancl trouble! But no! they will not stand back. They rat- tle the lattice. They look under the canopy. With rough touch they startle his pulse. They cry out at twelve o'clock at night, "Awake, man! How can yon sleep when things are so uncertain? What about those stocks? Hark to the tap of the re-bell;fiit is your district! How if you should die soon? Awake, man! Think of it! Who will geet your property when you are gone? What will they do with it? Wake up! Riches sometimes take wings. How if you should get poor? Wake up !" Rising on one elbow the man of fortune looks out into the darkness of the room, and wipes the claanpness from his forehead, and says, Alas! For all this scene of wealth and magnificence—no rest !" I -passed down a street of a city with a merchant. He knew all the finest houses on the street. He said, "There is some- thing the matter in all these houses. In that one, a dissipated son. In that, an idiot child. In that, the prospeet of bankruptcy." This world's wealth Call give no permanent satisfaction. This is not your rest. You and I have seen men try in. an- other direction. A. man says, "If I could only rise to such and. such a place of re- nown; if I could gain that office; if I -could only get the stand and have my sentiments meet with one. good round of hand -clapping applause; I could only write a book that would live' or make a speech that would thrill, or do an action that would resound !" The tide tarns in his favor. His name is on. ten thousand lips. He is bowed to, sought after, and advanced. Men drink his health at great dinners. At his fiery words the multi- tudes huzza! From galleries of beauty they throw garlands. From house tops -as he passes in long procession, they shake out the national standards. Here let him rest. It ie eleven o'clock at night. On pillow stuffed with a nation's praise let him lie down. Hush! all clis- tux•bant voices. In his dream let there be hoisted a throne, and across it march a coronation. Hush ! Hush ! "Wake up !" says a rough voice. "Political sentiment is changing. How if you should lose this place of honor? Wake ! The morning papers are to be full •of denunciation. 'Harken. to the execra- tions of those who once caressed. you. By to -morrow night there will be multitudes sneering at the words which last night you expected would be universally ad- mired, How can you sleep when every- thing depends upon th.e next turn of the great tragedy ? Up man! Off of this pillow!" -The man with his head yet hot from his last oration, starts up suddenly, looks out upon the night, but sees noth- ing except the flowers that lie on his stand; or the scroll from which he reads his speech, or the books from which he quoted his authorities, and goes to his desk to finish his neglected correspond- ence, or to pen an indignant line to some reporter, or sketeh a plan for a pub - lie defence against his assaults of the People, Happy when he got his first lawyer's brief; exultant when he triumph- * ed over his first politioal Avid ; yet, sit- ting on the very top of all that this world offers of preise, he exclaims, "No rest! no rest !" The very world. that now applauds will soon hiss. That world said. of the great Webster, "What a great statesman 1 What a wonderful exposition of the con- stitution! .A. man fit for any position." Thab same world said after a evhfie, "Down with him! ite is an office -seeker! He is a sot! He is a libertine! Away with him!" And there is no peace for the man until he lays down his broken hotteb in the: grave at th,raleficild, Jeffery thought that if he (mid only be judge that would be the making of him; got to be judge and. mused the day in whieh he was hem, Alexander weitted to sub. merge the world with his greatness; sub- merged it, and then drank himself to death because he could not stand the trouble. Btonis thought he would give everything- if he could. win the favor of courts and princes ; won it, and, amid the &mats- of a great entertainment, when poets and orators and dueliesses were adoring hisgenius, wiehed thhe at °meld ereep back into the obsearity in which he had dwelt when he wrote at the Daisy, wee modest, ericesontipped flower. Napoleon wantad to make aU Earope tremble at his power ; made it tremble, then diecle his entire military achieve- ments dwindling down to a pair of mili- tary boots which he insisted on having on his feet when dying. At Versailles I saw a pietare of Napoleon in his triumphs I went into another room and saw a bust of Napoleon as he appeared at St. Helena; but oh, what grief and anguish in the face of the latter! The fii•st was Na- poleon in triumph, the last was Napoleon with his heart broken. How they laugh- ed and cried when silver-tongued Sheri- dan, in the -inicl-day of prosperity, har- angued the people of Britain, and how they howled at and execrated him, when, outside of the room where his corpse his creditors tried to get his miserable bones and sell them. This world. forever? "Aha!" cry the waters, "no rest here—we plunge to the sea." "Aha !" cry the mountains, "no rest here—we prumble to the plain." "Aha!" cry the towers, "no rest here— we follow Babylon, and. Thebes and Nineveh into the dust," No rest Thebes, the flowers ) they fade. No rest for the stars; they die. No rest for man; he must work, toil, suffer and slave. Now, for what have I said all this? Just to prepare you for the text, "Arise ye, and. depart; for this is not your rest." I am going to make you a grand offer. Sonie of you remember that when gold was discovered in California, large COM - polies were made up and started off to get their forttme. To -day I want to make up a party for the Land of Gold. I hold in my hand a deed from the Pro- prietor of the estate in which He offers to all who will join the company ten thous- and. shares of infinite value, in a eity whose streets are gold, whose harps are gold, whose crowns are gold. You have read of the Crusaders—how many thous- ands of them went off to conquer the Holy Sepulchre. I ask you to join a grander crusade—not for the purpose of conquering the sepulchre of a dead Christ, but for the purpose of reaching the throne of a living Jesus. When an army is to be made up the recruiting of- ficer examines the volunteers; he tests their eyesight; he sounds their limes; he measures their stature, they must be just right or they are rejected. .But there shall be no partiality in. making up the army of Christ. Whatever your moral or physical stature. whatever your dissipations, whatever your crimes, what- ever your weakness, I have a commission from the Lord Almighty to make up this regiment of redeemed souls, ancl I ery, "Arise ye, and depart; for this is not your rest." Many of you have lately joined this company, and my desire is that you may all join it. Why not? You know in your own hearts' experience that what I have said about this world is true—that it is no place to rest in. There are hundreds here weary—oh, how weary —weary with sin; weary with trouble; weary with bereavement. Some of you have been. pierced through and through. You carry the scars of a thousand con- fficts, in which you have bled at every pore; and you sigh, "Oh, that I had the wings of a dove. that I might fly away and be at rest !" You have taken the (rep of this world's pleasures and drunk it to the dregs, and still the thirst claws at your tongue, and the fever strikes at your brain. You have chased pleasure through every valley, by every stream, annd every brightness, and under every shadow; but just at the moment when you were all ready to put your hand upon the rosy, laughing sylph of the wood, she turned upon you with the glare of a fiend and the eye of a satyr, her looks adders, and her breath the chill damp of a grave. Out of Jesus Christ no rest. No voice to silencethe storm. No light to kindle the darkness. No dry (leek to repair the split bulwark. Thank God, I can tell you something better. If there is no rest on earth, there is rest in heaven. Oh, ye who are worn out with work, your hands calloused, your backs bent, your eyes half put out, your fingers worn with the needle that in this world you may never lay down;. ye discouraged ones, who have been wagme a hancl-to-hand fight for bread; ye to whom the night brings little rest and the morning more drudgery—oh, ye of the weary hand, and of the weary side, and the weary foot, hear me talk about rest! Look at that company of enthroned ones. Look at their hands; look at their feet; look at their eyes. It cannot be that those bright ones ever toiled.! Ye! yes! These packed the Chinese tea - boxes, and through missionary instraetion escaped. into glory. These sweltered on southern. plantations, and one night, after the cotton picking, went up as white as if they had never been black. Those died of overtoil in the Lowell carpet f tories, and these in Manchester miUs; those helped_ build the pyramids, and these broke away from work on the day Christ was hounded out of Jerusalem. No more towers to build; heaven is clone. No more garments to weave; the robes are finished. No more harvests to raise; the garners are fell. Oh, sons and daugh- ters of toil! arise ye and depart, for that, is your rest. Scovill McCalba.m.) a boy of my Sun- day school, while dying) sailt to his mo- ther : "Don't cry, but sing, sing, There is rest for the weary. There is rest for the weary." Then putting his wasted hands over his heart said : There is rest for But there are some of you who event to hear about the lond w.h.ete they never have any heartbreaks and no graves ate dug. Where are your father and mother? The most of you are orphans: I look around, and where isee one man who has parents living, I see ten who are orphans. Where are your children.? Where I see one 'family circle that is unbroken, I see three or four that have been desolated. One lamb gone out of this fold; one flow- er pluckecl from that garland.; one golden link broken from that ehain ; here a bright light put out, and there nether, and yonder another. With such griefs, how are you to rest? Willthere ever be a power that can attune that silent yoke, or kindle the lustre of that dosed eye, or pat spring and dance into thot libtle foot? When WO bank tip the dust over the deed, is the soci ever to be broken? Is the um- etery to hear no sound but the tire el the hearse wheel, or the topof thebell ate3he gate as the long proem:lions dome innvith their awfal burdeue of grief? Is the bot- tom of the grave gravel and the to &1st? No!. no! no ! The tomb is only a place where we wrap our robes about us for a pleasant nap on our way home. The swellings of Jordan will only wash oft the dust of the way. Proixx the top of the grave we catch 'a glimpse of the towers glinted with the sun that never sets. Oh, ye whose looks are wet with the dews of the night of grief; ye whose hearts are heavy because those well- known footsteps sound no more at the doorway, yonder is your rest ! There is David triumphant; but once he bemoan- ed Absalom. There is Abraham en- throned, but once he wept for Sarah. There is Paul exultant, but he once sat with his feet in the stocks, There is Payson radiant with immortal health, but on earth he was always sick. No toil, no tears, no parting, no strife, no agonizing cough to -night. No storm to reffie the erystal sea. No alarm to strike throbbing from seraphic harps. No tre- mor in the everlasting song. But rest -- perfect rest—unending rest. Into that rest how many of our loved ones have gone! The little= children have been gathered up into the bosom of Christ. One of them went out of the arms of a widowed mother, following its father who died a few weeks before. In its last moment it seemed to see the de- parted father, for it said, looking up- ward with 'brightened countenance, "Papa, take me up." • Others put down the work of midlife, feeling they couldhardly be spared from the office or store or shop for a day, but are to be spared from it forever. Your mother went. Having lived a life of Christian eonsisteney here ever baby with kindness for her children, her heart full of that meek and quiet spirit that is in the sight of God a great price, sud- denly her countenance was transfigured, and the gate was opened, and. she took her place amid that great cloud of wit- nesses that hover about the thkone ! Glorious consolation! They are not dead. You cannot make me believe they are dead.. They have only moved on. With more love than that with -which they greeted us on earth, they watch us from their high place, and their voices cheer us in our struggle for the sky. Hail, spirits blessed, now that ye have passed the flood and won the crown! With weary feet We press up the shining way, until in everlasting reunion we shall meet again. Oh! won't it be grand when, our conflicts done and our partings over, we shall clasp hands and cry out, "This is heaven!" HOW TO BE HANDSOME. 111 -Temper Very Bad For Health and. Good Looks. When people are looking out for appli- ances to create and preserve the beauty they miss a great factor in the business they have on. hand by not looking within and learning that our einotious are, after all, either our best beautifiers or exactly the reverse. There are no lives without trouble. Man is born to it, we have been. told. But the trouble Gan be made twice what it is by constant worrying and brooding over it. In every nattum, too, are depths, into whose pool many of these troubles can be dropped. Not the great griefs, which are often as if sent divinely, so fine is the work they do upon. 'us, so lofty are the spaces they -unlock for us., so strong is the hand they offer us to climb on skyward, but the multitude of vexa- tions, mortffications, hindrances. un- gratified -wishes, disappointments, slights hurts, angers'and all the herd of wrorgs, little or great, that belong to life c- ven under happy conditions. A wise poreon drops these troubles into the depths and let.; them stay there. An nnwise person is perpetually reachingdown and bring- ing them up, and clouding all the waters of existence while doing so. And the statement hardly involves a metaphor, for who does not remember the actual physical disturbance from brooding over a wrong, cherishing a grudge'or indulg- ing in, a burst ot rage—the burning at the heart and in the head., the trembling of the nerves, the loss of appetite and sleep? In fact, this brooding arouses nervous action which the old domestic nurse tells you stirs the bile, and the natural result of it is that the adtole coun- tenance will often look, after such ex- perience, sallow and yellow a,nd bilious; there will be no luster in the eye; the circulation has been interfered with; there will be an unpleasant hectic flush on the cheek, and even red and angry patches on the forehead and throat; while it is well known that chemical re- searches have :found that perspiration in danger is of a virulently poisonous quality. Whatever form the clistnrbance takes, there is serious interference with the kindly and healthy processes of life, and the complexion suffers from it. For itis absolutely sure that bad temper breeds bad humors, and that we can as readily poisou our blood with them as with ex- ternal application or internal absorption. And even if one does not cherish a state of feeling to interfere with the functions so seriously, dwelling on the perpetual pin -pricks, instead of covering tltem out of sight will make fine lines in the smootlaness of the forehead, lift the eye- brows querulously, drop the corners ot the mouth downheartedly and not only spoil present beauty, bet hasten future ugliness. And it does not require vexa- tion, dark brooding. or worry alone to in- jure the good loo-ks. The person who allows herself to be bored where sh.e is not interested in what goes on about her gains a lack -luster of eye and skin a,ncl feature that is akin to diefigurementefor the eye grows dull and heavy, the fea- tures fixed and immobile, the whole air and aspect without alertness or grace. To cultivate interest is to cultivate vi- vacity, expression) intelligence—things that are beautifying, flat quicken the the bleed and send it freely to the stir face, And if one cannot cultivate an in- terest, but must ' needs be bored, then to ealtivate the power of abstraction, so that one may be busy with pleasant thoughts while stupidity drones on, is to cultivate cheerful lines upon the face, and so keep the blood as well as the in- tellect from stagnation/ that it is no ex- travagance to say that sweet temper and good hurrtor are among tho best cosmetics known. To Keep Windows Clear. The London Queen is autliorittr for the statement that steam will not gather on windows if they aro rubbed when clean anl dear with glycerine. The glycerine is to be applied with a cotton cloth when the glass is eather warm and entirely dry. The window is then to be polished with another cloth of cotton or canton flannel until it shines and -the glyeerine is no longer visible, It should not, however, be entirely removed from the glass, if it ie to answer the putpose fca• which it le applied. FROM THE UNITED STATES DOING'S ACROSS THE LINE. Trude Sam's Broad Acres Furnish Quite a Few Small Items that are Worth a a Careful Reading. There were 25,000 men in the labor parade in New York Monday. ' Serious forest fires are reported in the neighborhood, of Wilkesbarre, Pa. The Peninsular Car Works at ,Detroit have again shut down indefinitely. Mr. Sohn J. Collins, of Boston, has been. appointed United States vice-consti ni London, Eng. The western part of New York State ie suffering very seriously Irene the prevail- il.gAcirclooungclhblur. st has caused great damage in Uvadale and D'Hanis, Tex. Half a dozen lives have been lost. Arthur Conway, a banker and. philan- thropist, is missing from Chicago, and is said to have left a host of creditors. It is said that Boston capitalists are de- veloping a new and rich oil field at Gaspe Basin, 200 miles north of Montreal. .4..11 Alnerico,n cattle entering Belgium are to be quarantined for forty-five days by the recent order of the government. Farmers of North Dakota, cleini that the wheat yield of the state will be 26,- 000,000 bushels, or about 12 bushels per acre. Justin Huntley McCarthy, son of Tip - tin McCarthy, has been married in Edin- burgh to Casio Loftus, a music hall singer. The rush of business at the New York custom house continues. The receipts for the past three days were 82,197,- 670.10. The Galveston News estimates the cot- ton crop of Texas this year at 1,824,892 bales, and that of the Indian Territory at 90,450 bales. A cloud -burst has flooded the town. of Weide and the town of Dha,nis, Texas, Five people were drowned and railway traffic is stopped. It is believed that in the fire -swept dis- trict of Minnesota and Wisconsin 1,000 people have perished, while the property loss reaches 812,000,000. A. threshing engine exploded in Pomme de Terre Township, Minn., killing Hans Xnute lie,anins and Tolef Ander- on. H. T. Haanig was seriously scalded. It is asserted by interested parties that the new United States tariff law has de- stroyed the beet sugar industry in Ne- braska, involving several million, dol- lars. -A. despatch from Appleton, Wise says an English syndicate has practically closed a deal for the thirty-four paper and pulp mills in Wisconsin. The price is 814,000,000. Mgr. Satolli's secretary announces that whether the Papal delegate be recalled to Rome or not, the Vatican will continue to be represented at Washington by a Permanent legation. A. despatch from Little Rock, Ark., says the largest and most dangerous gang of counterfeiters ever organized 2. that country has been la•okm up by United States secret service detectives. The town of 13ashaw, Wis., has been wipefl out by fire, and other towns were threatened. The smoke is so thick and the, heat so intense as to make life almost unendurable, and business is at a stand- still. trolley car at Asheville, N.C., became unmanageable Monday morning, and, running down a heavy grade, flew off the track at a curve. The car was f all of passengers, and many of the occupants were injured. For several clays a rumor has been cur- rent in London that, owing to the ap- pointment of an outsider as commander of the Seventh Battalion, the officers were going to resign in a body. Enquiry among officers of the corps fails to confirm the report, The night express train from Montreal due at Troy, N.Y., af 2.10 a.m. Friday, left the track at Port Kent, near Platts- burg, at:9M Thursday night. The'acci- dent was catised by the spreading of the rails. The engine ani four cars were _ditchbd. Several persons were injured. Emma Coleman,twenty-four years of age, the good-looking daughter of a citi- zen of Danville, 1.117, sold her rig,ht to her father's estate ior 81,200, went to Chicago and is said to have entered a res- taurant on Wabash avenue in an intoxi- cated. condition . mounted a chair and be- gan throwing bills about the place. She was arrested and had 81,105 left. ONE TIIOUSAND MEN WANTED. The Massillon Coal Operators' Associa- tion. has issued a circular stating that 1,000 men were wantecl immediately to work in the mines. They offer 60 cents a ton fer mining on a. Bi inch screen basis, a,ncl guarantee proteetion from violence to all miners going there. The crisis is apparently very near. , A OUT IN WAGES. The wages of 200 employes of the Hazard wire rope -works at Wilkesbarro, Pa., were reduced 10 per cent, The superintendent of the works says it is ne- cessary to reduce prices in order to meet foreign competition ; hence the cut in wages. THE' 00-0Re1egmevie PLAN. The Pallman strikers may go to Kanas and start shops on the co-operative plan. Mrs. Lease/ Lieutenant -Governor Daniels and Frank W. Bla,ekmar, pro Cessor in the university at Lawrence, visited Pullman and had a long conference with Louis Myers, chairman of a cotnmittee, to or- ganize a plan ofaction, For mer Fifty Years Mits. WINSLOW'S SOOTIIING SYltul, has been used by millione of mothers for their children while teething. If disturbecitat night and. broken of your rest by a sick child suffering and crying with pain of Cutting Teeth send at once and ,geb bottle of "Mrs, Winslow's Soothing Syrup" for Children Teething. It will relieve the poor little sufferer immed- iately. Depend upon itmothers) there is no mistake about, ie. It cures Mara �a, regulates the Stomach and Bowels, cures 1,Vincl. Coltc, softens the Gums and roduees Inflammation, and. gives tone and energy to the whole system. "Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup" for children teethingis pleasant to the tasbe and is the proserip- tion of one of the oldest and besb female physicians and nurses in the United States, Price, twenty-five MitS a bOtta, Sold by ell druggists throughout the world, Be sure and ask lot " MUS. I,Nrabtto.ow's SooTtrioo MAGIC ANVIL. ROM either of the opposite peaks you could look down upon a broad, dark river me- andering through a fertile val- ley, Slowly the drifting clouds of light gray mist that o'er - hung the river were disappearing: before the rays of the rising sun) disclosing be- neath their ethereal covering the row of low white houses that bordered the banks of the river Mantes. From the banks of the river that separated this hamlet you °geld watch the sun rise slowly above East Mountain and sink behind \Vast Mountain; for these werethe names given to the twin peaks that shut out the rays of the bright sun for hours after the last gray streaks of dawn had shown them- selves, and long before the shadows of twilight fell. Here in this quiet spot, nestled the town. of Windless, almost upon the brink of the banks that year by year crumbled away into the river, making the muddy waters of the Mantes still darker. Happy children 'tossed tufts of grass or sticks into the swift current, and gayly laeighecl to see them float away or go d.own into the unknown depths. Andthemerry music of their voices, as they called to one an- other across the stream, blended melo- diously with the rippling waters. • Bat not all of the little merrymakers were here, for many preferred to play beneath the great chestnut tree that shaded with its wide -spreading branches the blacksmith's shore and try to catch the sparks that flew through the open door; the merry ring of the anvil was to their ears far sweeter music than the monotonous swash of the lappinebwaters. And 13rontes was their friend; how many a time had he willingly laid aside his work to mend some broken plaything! Why he was given that old. mythologteal name I know not, but that it suited him you will see later. ' One bright July morning Brontes stood. in the doorway of his shop, and for once th.e ring of his anvil was unheard and the bright sparks were unseen. Ile was watching an. old man who came slowly along the road, staggering under the weight of some heavy burden. As he came nearer 13rontes saw that he carried a small black anvil. When he reached the shop he dropped his burden upon. the ground with a sigh of relief, and looked up into the face of the blacksmith. The verdant foliage of the spreading chestnut tree had sheltered many strag- glers,. and the frugal meal and cool, re- freshing draught from the well had. sent many a poor traveller on his way rejoic- ing:, and praising the hospitality of the smith. But never before had Brontes seen so curious a man as the one who now stood, before him. He stooped and was crooked, and carried a staff as crooked as himself, and his long, unkempt locks fell even to his bowed shoulders; but as he glanced down upon the grimy anvil and then again at Brontes, the young smith saw a face that had once been as hand- some as his OW11.7 and steel gray eyes that still retained the fire of youth,• After the traveller had refreshed him- self and prepared to depart, he surveyed the dingy anvil lovingly for a few min- utes'and then retuinied to Brontes, who was busy at the forge, and asked him to buy Why, friend," replied the smith, "1 do not need your anvil. Here is a coin to help you on your journey." But still the oldman.insisted. he should buy it. r‘l have travelled far with it, and stop- ped at many shops," he said, "andno one would buy it of me." The kind heart of Brontes was touched; he put his hand into his pocket. pulled forth a handful of small silver pieces and gave them to the old inant who reluct- antly took them; then, laying his finger warningly on the anvil, he said: " Covet notgold, for when men think they are the richest, poverty oft comes to thBeirno'n"tes placed the anvil upon. the shelf and turned to aile the meaning of the old man's words, bnt he was gone. The smith turned once more to th-e black an- vil, and struck it a powerful blow with his hammer. It gave forth a sharp, clear ring, and he remarked that it was good metal, at least. His customers now be- gan to arrive, and in the busy hours of toil he forgot the pilgrim and his anvil. Summer passed away, autumn's faded foliage fluttered mournfully down, and the chill winds of winter whistled dreari- ly about the shop and through the leaf- less branches of the spreading chestnut boughs. One clay, just as the gray shadows of twilight were deepening into the darker folds of night. Brontes stood at his forge,holding the heated. iron be- tween his pinchers; after he had shaped the red-hot metal that he had taken. from its glowing bed, his day's -work would be over. The door opened softly, and before he was aware'that any one was with him a child. asked: "Can you mend my sled, please?" Bontes, thus accosted, dropped the heated iran upon. his 'anvil a,n.d turn.ed to the questioner, one of the children whom he had often seen in his doorway, watch- ing him with wondering eyes as he worked. Though tiredwith the long day's labor be took the sled gently from the child, removed the runners, and proceeded to weld it. When he took the hissing iran to his anvil, and saw that it still held the unfinished work, he turned to the dingy anvil that he had purchasef from the old man months before; for the first ti3n,e since he had bought it he thought of the stranger and his mysterious disappear- ance. He placed the rtniner upon the anvil and raised his hammer; it fell upon. ths glowing iron, scattering a shower of sparks, and then something dropped with a musical ring upon the floor, and Brontes saw that he no longer hold the runner. He bent down and picked up a glittering gold coin) then hastily dismissed the child with the instructions to come back in the morniug for the sled. 13 tie before the door had finally closed be- hind the boy he had excitedly torn his anvil from th.e block and placed the magic anvil upon. it. He then drew it towards a heap of old iron at one corner of the shop, picked a piece front the worthless pile, slickly heated it at the forge, placed ib upon. the anvil, raised the hammer, and the echo of the blow was followed by the akar ring of the falling coin. The rusty he.a,p of tr011 was fast transformed into shining gold. 13rontes picked up the last 'broken bolt just as the first gray streaks of morning light were stealing through the dingy shop windows, But his hammer fell in vain. The &arm tvas broken/ and the holt remained unehenged. And now the moaning of the old man's words Mine' vividly to his mind, Yet had he not been tichly rewarded? A. mese of eenld that a. king might envy was his; he had accumulated it not by years ot toil and self-sacrifiee; 21as the labor of a single night. Re hurriedly gathered together the gold pieces and placed them in a strong box, and having seeurely fastened it he glanc- ed vainly around as if to make sure no covetous eyes had seen his unexpected treasure. How 'strange it all seemed! Was it that he had discovered the power of the nrngicenvil only to lose ib? He had done good in. hie humble unselfish way, he had . Cheered many a weary soul; what might he riot now accomplish? The )vinter days lengthened as the sea- son advanced. The bustle and work in, the village grew, bat there was one shop that was closed. In vain the children sought for Brontes; their broken toys went unmended, for no one haf seen the smith since a certain wintry day. So tiem went by. The buds were break- ing forth on the spreading chestnut tree. Around the familiar haunts the children played, but no kind facegreeted them at the shop door, no gleaming light flashed from the forge, no dancing aparks were seen as they peered through the clingy windows. Then it was one bright May day, when. the afternoon was waning, the children beheld in the distance a great cloud of dust, that followed the highway, and as it &ow nearer they saw a long train of wagons come slowly along the road. Many men were on the wagons, and as the foremost team turned into the grass grown lane that led. to the shop, ancl the dusty driver leaped from his wagon to the ground, the children beheld in him their old. Mend Brontes. 'With joyous cries they Leathered about him and prese‘d his brawny- hands, and then hurried away to herald his return. In the busy days that followed, bricks, stones and timbers were taken from the heavily loaded wagons, and a long, heer shop quickly constructed. Anvils, bel- lows and tools were placed at intervals within it. And the unloaded wagons were drawn away by the patient ien, and the labors of the great caravan were seen no more. Only Brenta% remained. Then once more the merry music of hi anvil greeted the passerby, ancl the child- ren brought their broken playthings for him to weld. And now, over tho waters of the Mante: where the ferry boat passed back and fo ward betweeu the banks of yore, ealnyi people and produce across the river, . 11 where a crystal covering. bridged' the chasm in winter, a wonderful iron badge was seen, built by Brontes' wor men. And on many a lonely island upon -w lose jutting rocks the wild waves broke elOOd a towering lighthouse, the work of Broutes' men: And now, when the storm gathers and the waves rise, andthe gale drives the ship before it, the sailors forget not in. their peril the man who built the friendly tower. But this work took money and time; the strongtvooden box was nearly emptied of its golden contents. Already the silvery threads of age had begun to gather among the dark locks of grontes ; the keen gray eyes were growing dim, and it was only when some 'broken hoop or sled needed mending that he wielded his hammer. Bat he often passed through the long, low brick shop with a pleasant smile, and a kind worci for each workmen, or sat within the doorway • ancl watched the children as they played beneath the spreading chc stnut tree. But whenever he thought of the few glitterine.0. coins that alOW remained in the wooden box, he recalled how the rest were spent and was content Canadian Cattle in 5ne States. , The Secretary of the Treasury, besides applying to the 'United States consul at Ottawa for information as to the stump- age tax and export duty on lumber, has addressed an official letter to the same ef- fect to the Canadian Government. Mean. - while the cargo of lumber from Canada awaiting at 'Washington, D.C., is un- loaded. The collector of custoins de- mands the McKinley duties, because the Dominion Government, he maintains, imposes an export duty, and is not en- titled to reciprocity. The Secretary of the Treasury has approved his course, but no final action will probably be taken until Secretary Carlisle has received an answer to his letter to the Dominion Gov- ernment. If that Government shal choose to answer by way of the British Foreign Office, some time will elapse be- fore the status of Canadian lumber under the new tariff ean become known. The representatives of the Nev York Canal Boatmen's Union are making re- presentation that the Erie Canal should be widened and. deepened to offset Can- adian competition. Mr. Clark, their agent, says that they wish to have the Champlain Canal deepened enough to al- low the carriage of from 75 to 100 tons of additional freight on each boat, and the Erie and Oswego Canals enough to allow the carriage of 50 additional tons. They also wish to have the locks lengthened -on the Erie and. Oswego Canals. These two canals are supposed to be seven feet deep, but in reality, Mr. Clark says, they are little more than five, and are gradually filling up. Between. Buffalo and Albany the boats drag along the bottom and the Champlain Canal is said to be stall worse. Mr. Clark mys the 'Welland Canal, from Port Colborne to Port Dalhousie, between. Lakes Erie and Ontario, is a failure as -a ship canal) as the locks do not admit ves- sels drawing more than fourteen feet. The draught of laden vessel e of the elate tisecl on the lakes is sixteen feet. The Canadians, he says, now propose to divert the trade from the New •Yerk canals by cutting a new eanel from Collin g wood on Georgian. Bay, Lake Huron., to Toronto, 75 miles ia length. This canal, if suc- cessful, would catch a good deal of the trade from the Dakotas and Kansas which now comes through the New York canals. A Ship in a Forest. A. few miles from the port of 13atavia, in Java, there is a ship in the forest. The ship is whinny two miles :from its native element. It belonged to a wellAtnawn trader in the Southern Sees, and was car- ried far inland by a huge wave which swept over the country during the fearful eruption of Kratakoa. The vessel was borne with terrible force right into the heart of the island, and. when the waters teeeded it eves discovered. in a dense jun - glee There it has remained over since, an object of noriosity to visitors, This is how the Buffalo Enquirer sums it : "As a philanthropist George M. Pullman is the worst failure of modern times. As a, business man he is out of sight, Mr. Prillmon will never be re- gardect with admiratiobt by the American. people, The people of this country are great admirers of the real hog when pro - hied and fattened, but they hote and despise the httman , 2