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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1895-5-10, Page 7AFTER TIE BATTLE, way. mt. TALMAGE'S SERMON , AT THE ACADEMY OF MIISIC. The Eloquent Preacher on Innaence, Tempt:41cm and the Wiles of the World. There is no &Imitation in the vast num- 'hers that assembled from Sunday to Sun - kitty to listen to the eloquent sermons a Rev. Dr, Talmage. To -day he chose for Ms subject "After the Battle," the text selected being Samuel lama 8, ".And it -came to pass on the morrow, when the Philistines etune to strip the slain, that they found Saul and his three sons fallen In Mount Gilboa." Some of you were at South Mountain or -Shiloh, or Ball's Bluff, Gettysburg, on northern or southern side, and I ask you if there is any sadder sight that a battle- field after the guns have stopped firing? I walked across the field. of Antietam just •after the conflict The scene was so sick- -ening I shall not describe it. Every valu- .able thing bad. been taken from the bodies of the dead, for there are always viltures hovering over and around about an army, -and they pica: up the watches and the memorandum books, and the letters, and the daguerreotypes, and the hats and the -mats, applying them to their own uses. The dead make no resistance.. So there are always camp followers going on and -after an army, as when Scott went down into Mexico, as when Napoleon marched sip toward Moscow, as when. Von Moltke went to Sedan. There is a simner scene In my text Saul and his army had been terribly out to pieces. Mount Gilboa was ghastly with the dead. On the morrow the stragglers -carne on to the field and they lifted. the latchet of the helmet from under the chin :of the dead body, and they picked up the swords and bent them on their knee to test the temper of the metal, and they opened the wallets and counted the coin. Saul lay dead along the ground, eight or nine feet in length, and I suppose the cowardly Philistines, to show their brav- ery, leaped from the trunk of his carcass -end jeered at the fallen slain and whistled through the mouth of his helmet. Before night those cormorants had taken every- thing valuable from the field. "And it came to pass on the =anew when the Philistuines came to strip the slain that they found Saul and his three sons fallen in Mount Gilboa." Before I get through to -day Iwill show you that the same peocess is going on all the world over and every day, and that when men have fallen satan and the world . so far from pitying them, go to work re- morselessly to take what little there is left, thus stripping the slain. There are tens of thousands of young men every year coming from the country to our great cities. They come with brave hearts and grand expections. The country lads sit down. in the village grocery, with . theit feet on the iron rod around the red hot stove in the evening, talking over the prospects of the young man who has gone -off to the city. Two or three of them think that perhaps he may get along very well and sumed, but the most of them pro- phesy failure, for it is very hard to think that those whom we know in boyhoodwill ever make any great success in the world. But our young man had a fine position in a dry goods store. The naonth is over. He gets his wages. He is not accustomed to have so much money belonging to him- ) self. He is a little excited and does not know exactly wbat to do with it, and he spends it in some places where he ought net. Soon there comes up new compan- ions and. ,. acquaintances from the bar- rooms and the saloons of the city. Soon that young man begins to waver in the battle of temptation, and soon his soul goes down. In it few months or few years he has fallen. He is morally dead. He is a mere corpse of what he once was. The harpies of sin snuff up the taint and, come on the field. His garments gradually give nut. He has pawned his watch. His health is failing him. His credit perishes. He is too poor to pay his way home to the eountry. Down, down! Why do the low fellows of the city now stick to him so closely? Is it to help him back to a moral and spiritual life? Oh, no I will tell you why they stay; they are Philistines strip- ping the slain. Do not look where I point, but yonder sta,nds a man who once had a beautiful home in this city. His home had elegant furniture, his children were beautifully elad, his name was synonymous with honor and usefulness, but evil habits knocked at his front door, knocked at his back door, knocked. at his parlor door, knocked at his bedroom door. Where is the piano? Sold to pay the rent. Where is the hatrack? Sold to meet the butchers' bill. Where are the carpets? Sold to get bread, Where is the -wardrobe? Sold to get rum. Where are the daughters? Work- ing their fingers off to keep the family to- gether Worse and worse until everything is gone. Who is that going up the front steps of that liouse? That is a creditor, hoping to get soine chair or bed that has not been levied upon.' Who are those two gentlemen now going up the front steps? The oue is a constable; the' other is the sheriff. Why do they go there? The un- fortunate is morally dead, socially dead, financially dead. Why do they go there? I will tell you why the creditors, and the eonstables, and. the sheriffs go there. They are some on their own account, and some on account of the law stripping the slain. An ex -member of congress, ono of the most; eloquent men that ever stood in the house of representatives, said in his last moments: This is the end. I am dying --dying on a borrowed bed, covered by a borrowed sheet, in a house built by public charity. Baty mo under that tree in the middle of the field, whore 1 shall not be crowded, for I have been crowded all my life." Whore are the jolly politicians and the dissipating comrades who had been with ban laughing at his joke, applaud- ing his eloquence and plunging him into sin? They have left. Why? His money is gone, his reputation is gate, his wit is gone, his clothes are gone, everything is • gone. Why should they stay any longer? They have completed their work. They nave stripped. the slain. There is another way, however, of doing the tame work. Hero is a num who, through his sin, is prostrate. He acknow- ledges that he has clone wrong. Now is the • time for you to go to the man and say,' "Thousands of people have been as far Astray as you are Wad got back." •Now is • the time for you to go to that man and. tell him of the omnipotent grace of God—that is sufficient for any poor soul. NOV is the time to go to tell him how swearing John Duuyanthrough the grace of God, after - Weals came to the celestial city. Now is the time to go to that snail and, tell him how proffigato NeWton came, through con- version, to be a world renowned preaelaer of tighteouneee. NoW Is the tinie to tell that Man that multitudes who have been pounded with ell the flails of sin and dragged, through all the sewers of poi aim at last have risen to positive dominion of moral power. You do not tell him that, do you? No, You say to lain ; Loan you money? No. You are down. You will have to go to the dogs. Lend you it dollar? I would not lend you five cents to lteep you from the gallows. You are debauched. Get out of my sight now, Down, You will have to stay down." And thus those bruised and battered. men are sometimes accousted by those who ought to lift them tip. Thus the teat vestige of hope •as taken from them. Thus those who ought to go and lift and save them are guilty of stripping the slain. • The point I want to make is this: Sin is hard, cruel and merciless. Instead of belping it man up it helps him down, and when, like Saul and his comrades, "you lie on the field it will come and steel your sworct and helmet and shield, leaving you to the jackal and the crow. But the world and Satan do not do all their work with the outcast and abandon- ed. A respectable and penitent man comes to die., He is flat on his back. He could not get up if the house was on Bre. Adroitest medical skill and gentle nursing have been it failure. He has come to his last hour. What does satan do for such it man? Why, he fetches up Eal the inapt, • disagreeable and harrowing things in his life. He says: "Do you remember all those chances you had for heaven and missed them? Do you remember all those lapses in conduct? Do you remember all those • opprobious words, and thoughts and ac- tions? Don't remember them, eh? Pll make you remember them." And then he take all the past and. empties them on the death- bed, as the mailbags are emptied on the postoffice floor. •The man is sick. He cannot get away from them. Then the man says to satan: "You have deceived me that all would be well. You said there would be no trouble at the last. You. told me if I did so and so YOU would do so and so. Now you corner me and hedge me up, and submerge me in every- thing evil," "Ha, ha!" says satan. "I was only fooling you. It is mirth for me to see you suffer. I have for thirty years plotting to get you just where you are. It is hard for you now. It will be worse for you after awhile. It pleases me. Lie still, sir. Don't flinch or shudder. Come, now, I will tear off from you the last rag of ex- pectation. I will rend away from your soul the last hope. I will leave you base for the beating of the storm. It is my business to strip the slain." While mon are in robust health, and their digestion is good, and their nerves are strong, they think their physical strength will get them safely through the last exigency. They say it is only coward- • ly women who are afraid at the last and cry out for God. I will show you. You won't hear mapray, nor call for a minister nor want a chapter mad me from the Bible." But after the man has been three weeks in a Sickroom his nerves are not so steady and his worldly companions are not anywhere near to cheer him up, and he is persuaded. that he must quit life. His physical courage is all gone. He jumps at the fall of a teaspoon in a saucer. He shivers at the idea of going away. He says: "Wife'don't think my infidelity is going to take me through. For God's sake don't bring up the chil- dren to do as I have done. If you feel like it, I wish you would read a verse or two out of Fannie's Sabbath sohool hymnbook or New Testament. But &awl breaks in and says: "You have always thought re- ligion a trash and it lie. Don't give up at the last. Besides that you cannot, in the hour you have to live, get off on that track. Die as you lived. With my great black wings I shut out that light. Die in darkness. I rend. away from you that last vestige of hope. It is my business to strip the slain." A man who has rejected Christianity and thought it all trash came to die. He was in the sweat of a great agony, and his wife said: "We had better have some prayer." "Mary, not a breath of that," he said. "Tho slightest word of •prayer would roll back on me like melte on a drowning man. I have come to the hour of test. I had a chance, but I forfeited it. I believed al a liar, and he has left me in the lurch. Mary, bring me Tom Paine, that book that I swore by and lived by, and pitch it into the fire and let it burn and burn, as I myself shall soon burn." And then with the foam on his lip and his hands tossing wildly in the air, he cried out: Blackness of darkness! Oh, my God, too late!" And the spirits of dark- ness whistled up from the depth and wheeled around and round him, stripping the slain. Sin is a luxury now. It is ex- hilaration now. It is victory now. But after awhile it is collision. It is defeat It is extermination. It is jackalism. It is robbing the dead. It is stripping the slain. Give it up. Oh, how you have been cheat- ed on, my brother, from one to another. All these years you have been under an evil mastery you understand not. What have your companions done for you? What have they done for health? Nearly ruined it by carousal. What have they done for your fortune? Almost scattered it by spend- thrift behavior. What have they done for your reputation? Almost ruined it with good men. What have they done for your immortal soul? Almost insured its over- throw. You are hastening on toward the constuimmation of all that is sad. To- day you stop and think, but it is only for a moment, and then you will tramp on, and at the close of this service you will go out and the question will be, "How did you like the sermon?" one man will say, very well," and another man will say, didn't like it all," but neither of the answers will touch the tremendous fact hat, if •impenitent, you are going at hirty knots an hour toward shipwreck. Yeteyou are in a battle where you will fall, nd while your surviving relatives will ake your remaining estate, and the ceme- ory will take your body, the messengers f darkness will take your soul and come eal go about you stripping the slain. Many are crying out, "1 admit I am lain—I admit it." On what battlefield, my brothers? By what weapon? "Poi- nted imagination," says one man. loxicating liquor, " says another man. "My wri hard heart," says another man. Do ou realize this? Then I come to tell you hat the omnipotent Obrist ready to yak aorosdahis battlefield and revive your esuseitate and resumed your dead soul. ot him take your hand and rub away the innbaess; your head and bathe off the aching ; your heart and stop its wild throb. Ie brought Lazarus to life; he brought aims' daughter to life; he brought the oung man of Nain to life, and those are liret) proofs anyhow that he can bring you o life. When the Philistines came down on the eld, they stepped between the corpses, and hey rolled over the dead, and they took way everything that was valuable), and 0 it was 'with the people that followed fter the armies at Chancelloraeillo, and t Pittsburgh Landing, and at Stone iver, and at Atlanta, stripping the slain, a 13 a L hut the northern and southern 'women God. bless themi—eame on the field wit basins and pads and towels and lint and cordials and. Christian enconragement it • the poor fellows that lay there lift their arms and said, "Oh, how go 13 does feel since you dressed it I" looked up and said,' me think of my me "Toll the folks at ho about them," and said, 441)Aiss, won't y 'Home, Sweet Roane, or 41d then the tattoo wan sounded, $ were off, and the service was the resurrection and the life," • honor of the departed the muskets wer loaded and the command given: "Present! Fire!" And there was a shingle set up at the head of the grave, with the epitaph of "Lieutenant—in the Fourteenth Massa- ohusetts regulars," or "Captain—in the Fifteenth regiment of South Carolina vol- unteers." • And so now across this great field of moral and spiritual the angels of God come walking among the slain, and there are voices of comfort, and voices of hope, and voices of resurrection,aad voices of heaven. One night I saw a tragedy on the corner of Broadway and Houston street. A young man evidently doubting as to which direc- tion he had better take, his hat lifted high enough so that you could see he had an intelligent forehead, stout chest; he had a robust development. Splendid young man. Cultured young man. Honored young man. Why did lte stop there while so many wore going up and down? The fact is that every man has a good angel and a bad angel contending for the mas- tery of his spirit, and there was a good angel and it bad angel struggling with that young man's soul at the corner of Broadway and Houston street. "Como with me," said the good angel. "I will take you home. I will spread my wings over your pillow. I will lovingly escort you all through life under super- natural proteotion. I will bless every cup you drink out of, every couch you rest on, every doorway you enter. I will cense- rate your tears when you weep,your sweat when you toil, and at last I will hand over your grave into the hand of the bright angel of a Christian resurrection. In answer to your fathers' petition and your mother's prayer I have been sent of the Lord out of heaven to be your guardian spirit. Come with me," said the good angel in a voice of unearthly symphony. It was music like that, which drops from a lute of heaven when a seraph breathes on it. "No, no," said the bad angel. "Come with me. I have something better to offer. The wines I pour are from challices of be- witching carousal. The lance I 'lead is over floor tessellated with unrestrained indulgences. There is no God to frown on the temples of sin where I worship. The skies are Italian. The paths I tread are through meadows, ,daisied and primrosed. Come with me." The young ma.n hesitat- ed at a time when hesitation was ruin, and the bad angel smote the good angel until it departed, spreading wings through the starlight upward and away until a door flashed open in the sky, and forever the wings vanished. That was the turning point in that young man's history, tor, the good angel flown, he hesitated no longer, but started on a pathway which is beauti- ful at the opening, but blasted at the last. The bad angel, leading the way, opened gate after gate, and at eac]x gate the road became rougher and the sky more lurid, and what was peculiar as the gate slam- med shut it came to with a jar that indi- cated that it would never open. Passed each portal, there was a grinding of looks and a shoving of bolts, and the scenery on either side of the road changed from gar- dens to deserts, and the Jame air became a cutting December blast, and the bright wings of the bad angel turned to sackcloth, and the eyes of light became hollow with hopeless grief, and the fountains that at the start had tossed with wine poured forth bubbling tears and foaming blood, and on the right side ,of the road there was it ser- pent?" and the man said to the bad angel, "What is that serpent?" and the answer was, "That is the serpent of stinging re- morse." On the left side of the road there was a lion, and the man askeal the bad angel, "What is that lion?" and the answer was, "That is the lion of all de- vouring despair." A vulture flew through the sky, and the man asked. the bad angel, "What is that vulture ?" and the answer was, "That is the vulture waiting for the carcasses of the slain." And then the man began to try to pull off him the folds of something that had wound him round and round, and he said to the bad angel, "That is it that twists me in this awful convolution?" and the answer was, 'That is the worm that never dies." And then the man said to the bad angel: "What does all this mean? I trusted in what you said at the corner of Broadway and Houston street. I trusted in all, and why have you thus deceived me?" Then the last deception fell cal the charmer, and it said: "I was sent forth from the pit to destroy your soul. I watched my chance for many a long year. When you hesitat- ed that night on Broadway, I gained my triumph. Now you are here. Ha! ha! You are here. Come, now, let us fUl these two chalices of lire and drink together to darkness and woe and death. Hail! Hail! Oh, young man, will the good angel sent forth from Christ or the bad angel sent forth by sin get the victory over your soul? Their wings are interlocked this moment above you, contending for your destiny, as above the Appennines eagle and condor fight raid -sky. This hour may decide your destiny. 1I1SJ-L.J.AfljjTs *APING, powpflo op YOUNG, lagazinee as Weill, in Papers Don- tarbnaa. to Ma Department of Oor:rnpOr of interest. • `Note, y futtlegal" 401tAir Neglecting The Nen. "Have not our men been neglected in he pastoral work? Meet of a minister's calls are upon the women, ancl Cat oper- ates to exclude mea not only from his ac- quaintance, but also from his sympathy and interest. It is nothing to wonder at that preachers who have associated all the week with their feminine parishioners, learning their woes, ministering to their needs/ lathing their atmosphere and see- ing life from their eagle of vision, mount She pulpit on Sunday and preach sermons calculated more to interest and help wo- men than men, So the minister, for his own sake of a neglected part of his parish, needs to spend more of his time among the men." • A Thread of Divine Love. "Alit my friend, thou may'st be sunk very low down in sin and woe: ; but there is a thread of divine love that comes from the throne of heaven, and touehes even thee. Seim that thread. It may be small but it is goldea. Improve what you have, however little, and more shall be given. That thin thread of love, if you Will aot neglect it, shall lift overt you up to God arid glory. 'Who ha% despised the day of small things?" When properly used, one goad opportun. ity will last a lifetime. Out. not let this go any atts to McDaivd after re - it of scandal. iiy aoa " said McDavid. happen to hear it?" e told, me. She is just like any woman --can't keep a secret, of course." A Vessel's Jump. The spectacle of a steamship taking a flying leap down a sheer descent of sixteen feet is an unusual one and may be fairly described as "thrilling." This is what a big steamer did on the Manchester ship canal last week—smashed its way tlirougli it, pair of gates weighing 300 tons each, sending one to the bottom and a -1=01)111g the other off its sockets, and itself took a leap of sixteen feet to the next level. He Knew Ms Business. III one of the interior towns of Michi- gan reside two lawyers who have a weak- ness which manifests itself at periodical intervals. it is only in it mild form, though, so their friends rather take it as a joke than as a serious matter'espeoialy as both cases of them are pretty well on in years. One night they happened to meet on their way home, and though one shied and tried to keep in the shade, the other woudn't have it that way. It was evident that he wanted something, for he tackled his legal friend without ceremony. "Say, Charlie," he said, "is that you?" Course it is," was the response. "Did- n't s'pose I was going around in disguise, did you? What you want?" "Want to know what time it is, that's all." It was two o'clock in the morning and the man in the shadow of the street knew it, and appreciated the fact. "Well," he said slowly, so as to make She dignity of the occasion more apparent, "I decline to tell you. You ought to know better, sir, than to try toget me to answer a question that would incriminate me," and he passed along in the farther shadows, leaving his friend standing in a dazed condition. Western Pete's Conundrum. Half a dozen shoe drummers met at the Palmer Rouse the other evening and were talking about country trade and incidents of their journey. "Western Pete," as he is called by his friends, offered to stand treat all around if anyone could give a correct solution of a little incident that had been told to him by one of his country custom- ers, and this is the story that Western Pete told: ' A man entered a shoe store in a country town,bought a pair of $2 shoes and tender- ed a $10 bill in payment. The shoe dealer had no change and sent his boy to the grocery next door. He received it and re- turned his customer $8 in &lenge. Half an hour later the grocer entered the shoe store and wanted his $10 back, as the $10 bill he had received from the shoe man was a. counterfeit. He got it of course, and now how much was the shoe dealer out of pocket? Every one of the drummers had his own opinion. Soine said the shoe man was out $18. Some said $10 and others claimed he was out $28. Who was right? The matter is not settled, and. Western Pete is still waiting for his drink. FISH TRAINED TO FIGHT. A Curious Sport Indulged in by the Peo- ple of Far -Off Siam. The two fish are placed in the same bottle, says the London Field. They pro- ceed to take each other's measure, shoulder up to each other in schoolboy fashion, and back and push around the "ring," the small fins vibrating rapidly all the time, and each little being quivering with ex- citement and wrath. This goes on for some minutes, until as the specters are growing impatient, one fish suddenly flips his head around, makes a dart, and a con- siderable dent in his adversary's tail shows at once that he has got home. Henceforth there is no hesitaion until one or the other cries "peccavi." In regular fish. fights, on which money depends, the battle is continued nntil one fish turns tail a,nd is chased around the bottle by the other. But this is usually an affair of an hour, and frequently of three or four. The pluck and determination of the fighters are wonderful. The ordinary stream fish do not evince nearly so mush as these that have been bred and reared for the purpose. The tail is the part which shows most damage, for 15 18 very easily torn buts good grip on a side fin is more effective. When one pins the other by the nose a very exciting struggle takes place, the two ly- ing fastened together like professional •wrestlers, and then shaking each other back and forward with, might and main, They often seem extremely exhausted, but still fight on bravely, and sometimes it is a matter of difficulty to peat them. They display considerable agility in evad- ing their opponents' mouth, and also in suddenly twisting around and taking a piece out of his tail. In twenty minutes or so these appendages, which looked so brave and bright as they went into the fray, are torit to ribobns. The fish's gen- eral appearance after the fight suggests that of a sailing ship emerging from a hot action, with her canvas hanging in strearners,her topinasts shot away and her crew gasping for breath, but still ready to figiit again. • The combatants some- times succumb to a long contest, but gen- erally they only take superficial danaage and are immediately ready to feed. • After a match they are always rested a week or longer, according to the extent of their in- juries, and most of the rents and cuts are repaired by nature. Enthusiastic owners often wager 0 or or more on their favorites, and many people earn a little money in this way by breeding fighting fish and then backing them against others. • Stub Ends of Thought. Loving art for art's -sans -FR gregiTy unlike loving pie for pie'S sake. Tat is sometimes art acquired habit, but aever in its highest form. ' A loud 'taiga in it womat is like* male In a plettire. Poetry is the language of poverty. akeney is often a co/loaded weapon. Women hate with their hearts and de- spise) ay' h their heads. that fa jure a sentiment of either. Ie. t, Sey i; a poem or a picture doesn't in- Wolia fa is teithet a poem or it 'notate. Cupid doesn't know a dollar ftoiat cloughnat, Wanted TO Satre His WI fa. jolui Miller, of 416 West lairty-flatli treot, was arraigned in the Jefferson Mar- ket, 'micc court yesterday on the charge of •attempted etacide, says the New:York. Re- corder, At 10 o'olock on Friday night alm7 Miller, john's youug wife, rushed breath- • lessly iato the West Titirty-seventh police swami> scretaniag; • ''bly husbanct ie going to hang biroself I Conte qinek, oh I come quick, or • be dead.' Policeman Popertid hurried ott withthe woman, who explained that she had haul a row with John, ana Le said he was going to kill himself. "Why, he had the) rope around his neck when I came out," sobbed she. The door of the Millers' rooms was look- ed. The policeman forced it open. There was 310 light. There was the stillness of death, as the policeman and the wife groped their way toward the bedroom. This room was black as ink, and the frightened gasps of the woman blew out the first match which the policeman lit. • Another match flickered for a minute, the gas was lit, ancl what the policeman saw made him fall over on the bed and laugh antil he cried. Even th.o sad -faced wife smiled. There in the bed, sleeping comfortably, was Jahn Miller, with four yards of clothesline coiled about his neck. The Policeman woke him up. • John's eyes blinked, but as he was fully dressed Pepertid yanked him out of bed and. took him to the police station, where he was bloioskwifed eu.p. In court he denied that he had any desire to kill himself, only to scare "Sh.e's been gettia' party flip with her tongue lately, and needed quietina " Mrs. Miller refused to make a charge againts him, and he was discharged. • Unveiled Once a Year. According to a dispatchfrom Constanti- nople, in consequence of the rumors cir- culated regarding alleged plots organized by the Musstainaaa element which is dis- contented with the present government and especially by the &lies, unusuaa pre- cautions were taken on the occasion of the sultan's annual visit to the Mosque of Top-Cadou on the Old Seraglio Point on the 12th inst., says the London News. This day,the fifth of Rarnaban, is the only one in the year on which the sultan, as commander of the faithful, leaves Yildiz Kiosk in order to perform the ancient ceremony of unveiling and exposing to public veneration the reliquary containing one of the prophet's mantles. It is stated that his majesty would this year have gladly delegated the duty to a representa- tive, but such a course is impossible, as it Is for the caliph alone to expose the relic with his own hinds and be the first to kiss it in the presence of the imperial princess, the clergy and the high dignitaries of state. As the sultan was thus obliged to per- form the ceremony the greatest precau- tions were taken to prevent any untoward incident. Yildiz Kiosk was literally sur- rounded by a picked regiment of Albanian troops, who seduliously guarded all the entrances to the palace daring the sultan's absence. The route to Old Seraglio Point was lined with soldiers through its entire length and on the day previous to the ceremony, which is known as that of Hirkal-Cherif (the kissing of the mantle), it special commission commanded by a naval captain and composed of ten offi- csers,underr the direct authority of the min- istry of marine, made a minute inspection of the great bridge of Karakieul, which was, moreover, carefully guarded by sailors. The imperial procession, however, reached the masque without incident. -• FORGOT HIS OWN NAME. But Jefferson Remembered That Ho Played Rip Van Winkle. Some of the most amusing stories of the tricks of memory are thsose which illus- trate the facility with which porper names escape the recollection. They elude you like greased pigs. "Then I had it on the end of my tongue," and "I recall your face, but for the life of me, I can't place you," are so commonly heard as to excite no comment. "By the way how do you spell your name?" inquired a young lady of an old acquaintance. She took this way of recalling, without embarrassment, a name that unaccountably escaped her recollection. "S -m -at -h," he replied to her confusion. It is related of joe Jeffer- son that he was one day introduced to General Grant, an event that naturally impressed him strongly. Later in the day, according to the New York Mail and Ex- press, he got into an elevator of the hotel at which they were both stopping. A short heavy set man also got in, lifted his hat to Jefferson, and made some remark. "I beg your pardon. Your face is familiar to me, but I c,annot recall the name," said the actor. General Grant courteously gave his name. "I got off at the next floor, for Lear I should ask him if he had ever been In the war," Jefferson saidin relating this story. Worse than that, he once forgot his own name. He had gone into a postoffice at some smallresort where he was un- known and asked the clerk if there was any mail for him. "What's the na,me?" asked the clerk. "Name? Oh, yes, certain- ly. Why, let rue see! I play Rip Tan Winkle, you know." "Jefferson," said he astonished and delighted clerk. "Yes, Jefferson thanks," he answered, politely, as he reechoed his mail and bowed himself out. A Love For therGood. A love of what is high, true and pure, often keeps out from the heart what is contrary to these. Even when the heart and habit are not in the right, if once the right be ehosen, be aimed at, • be praticed, the base, the false, the impure become gradually crowded out and eventually ut- terly supplanted. To destroy a bad habit, cultivate the good habit; but before this cultivation atn be real, a loge fel: the good must be felt The hunger and the thirst Lan the good are the best assurances that the 6711 is to pass away. The great con- verts of history, as well as the humblest of those who have succeeded in rejecting the evil part of their lives and substituting good in its place, have been actuated by a sort of passion for the beauty of holiness, and this passion, deliberate, calm and pa- tient though it may be, is sure to triumph in the end, • Getting Out of a Tight Plate. An oit admiral, well known for his power of exaggeration, was describing a voyage at supper one night. " While ()ting- ing in the Paeille," he said, "we passed an island which wag positively red with lobsters." "But," said one of the gueste, smiling incredulously, "lobsters are tot red until boiled." "01 course riot," re- plied theandaunt,ed adneiral; "but thie was a 'volcanic island With boiling springs!" Min IS a good. deal like it fish. volt know the flah would never get iuto veta TIflki]ltirt DOOM UADEDS. lIave All Used. Dr. Agnew's Catarrhal Powder and Declared Strongly In its lvavoe. • The clergy of Canada, of all deneminse dons, seldom hesitate to speak frankly in the interests of good cause, or on, behalf of some 'meritorious ertiele, Fora:els given to utterances of this •character when the men speak from individual experience. Tills is the case with the Rev.A.B. Cham- bers, LL.B., Rev, Wiliam. Galbraith, L. LB., and the Rev. Wm. R. 'Withrow, D. la, than whom few ministers of the Methodist Cinueli are better known in Toronto or elsewhere throughout the Do- minion. As witb many others these brethren have been sufferers from cold in the head and it invariable successor catarrh. A remedy, however, was within their reach. They used Dr. Agnews' Catarrhal Powder and found, as everyone else finds, that relief was epeedy and effect- ive and desiring to benefit others they frankly made this statement to the world over their own signatures. One short puff of the breath through the Blower, supplied with each bottle Of Dr. Agnew's Catarrhal Powder, diffuses this powder over the surface of the nasal pas- sages. Painleis and delightful to use, it relieves in ten minutes and permanently cures Catarrah, Hay Fever, Colds, Head- ache, Sore Throat, Tonsilitis and. Deaf- ness, 60 cents. Sample bottle and blower sent on receipt of two three cent stamps, S. G. Ditchon, 44 Church street, Toronto. "Within 12 Hours After the First Dose the Pain Left Me"--Ithemnatism of 7 Year's Standing Cured in it few Days. I have been a victim of rheuamtism for seven years, being confined to bed for months at a dine, unable to turn. myself. I have been treated by many physicians in this part of the country, none of whom benefited 3310. I had no faith in rheu- naa,tic cures aclvertized, but my wife in- duced me to get it bottle of South Ameri- can Rheumatic Cure from Mr. Taylor, druggist, of Owen Sound. At the time I was suffering agonizing pain, but inside of twelve hours after I took the first doge the pain left me, I continued until I took three bottles, and. I consider I am com- pletely cured. Signed, 3. D. McLeod, Leith P. 0., Ont. Gravel and Sidney Disease Quiekly Cured--Rellef Can be Obtainedwith- in Six Hours. I have been troubled with gravel and kidney disease for eight year, during which time I have tried numerous rem- edies and different doctors without any permanent benefit. At times the pain in the left kidney was so severe that I could not lie down or remain in one position any length of time. Seeing your Adver- tisement of South American Kidney Cure in The Entmprise,I procured a bottle from A. S. Goodeve, druggist, and taking it accorcling to directions got immediate re- lief and feel better now than at any time since first noticing the disease. The sore- ness and weakness have all left me. I re- commend all who are afflicted with this dangerous trouble to give South American Kidney Cure a trial. Signed, Michael McMullen, Chesley, Ont. Dr. Agnew's Cure for the Heart Reliev- ed me of Agonizing Pain in Twenty Minutes and was the Means of Sav- lug My Life, So says Mrs. John Jam- ieson, Tara, Ont. "About three months ago I was attack- ed with nervous heart trouble. The pain was so severe I could hardly breathe. I could get no relief and feared that I could not live. I saw advertised in The Tara Leader Dr. Agnew's Cure for the Heart, and immediately procured a bottle. I se- cured perfect relief inside of 20 minutes and firmly believe it was the means of saving my life." If your heart flutters, palpitaets or tires out easily, it is diseased, and treatraant should not be delayed a single day. Di. Agnew's Cure for the Heart relieves almost instantly, and will effect a radical cure. HOW THE COAL COES. The Great Expenditure of Fuel on the Transatlantic Steamships, Not a little guess work has been gone through by many as to the probable quantities of coal whlch are' daily shoveled into the big furnace mouths of the large Atlantic liners such as the Paris, New York, Campania and the Lucaniia. Ten years ago one hundred tons a day were considered a most prodigious consumption little likely to be exceeded in the years to come, and wondering comment that* was in plenty that so vast a quantity as that should find a legitimate outlet. Since then, however, the public mind has been educated up to a higher figures, and statements of two and even three hun- dred tons a day have ceased to attract more than passing notice. Three hundred and fifty tons, in fact, are said to be burned in the Paris and. the New York in every twenty -Lour hours, but of the lalleallia and Campania no particulars have over been given, so that au approximaton based on what is known as the proper equipment of these ships is all that can be offered Twenty eight thousand horse power has been assumed to be the amouat that each of these require to proper them at the great rates of speed which they maintain. Add- ed to this pbwer of the main engines must be the appreciable figure represen ted by the host of auxiliary engines and pumps which are necessary adjuacts anti which, with the steam -heating systems and hot water apparatus, help to swell tbe steam con- sumption to such a degree that it total al- lowance of say sixteen pounds of steam per hour for eaeh of tbe twenty-eight thou- sand horse -power, may be taken as quite within the naark. Allowing, then, of a boiler performance of 8 pounds of steam per pourid of coal, which °await be far Wrong, We have a coal consumption of two pounds per hoax for each bots e power or 56,000 pounds, equivalent to 600 tons per day. This is pretty plain figuring, though, of course partly speculative and while the outcome may seem exaggeratedly high, it, to doubt, quite truthfully represents the feats of the case What lie Regretted, The Court has assessed a fine of 00 on the attorney for coatempt, and the am.. mount, was very nearly the size of his pile, He put up the money in such it hesitating way that the Court was moved to com- passion, " If you Wave any regret," said the judge, for What you have done I might possibly remit the Inc." " Your Herter is very kind," tepliod the atterriey With mock lannility, handing the moaey to the elerk, " and I have mine te, greOthat 1 haven't a thousand Mere $10 bilis." 4