The Exeter Advocate, 1895-10-4, Page 2'THE. SAIL P. A STORIL.
TALMAGE'S LESSON OF THE INCI-
DENT ON THE SEA OF GALILEE,•
Christ Bushing he %tempest —Necessity
Ver Christ en the nano voyage or eare
e-Netbing to Be nrightened Ale:wet—me
World Moves.
New York, elept. 2.9.—I2 his sermon for
to -lay, Rev. Dr. Tannage discourses on
a dramatics inoident during the Saviour
life amorig the Gatineau fishermee and
drawn from it a striking lesson for the
men anti women of the present day, The
subject was "Rough Seinen.," and the
text Mark iv, 36, 37' l there"Anwere
also with hint other
little ships, auce there
.itaostna great storm of wind."
Tiberias, Galilee and Gennesaret were
three names for the same lake. It lay
in it seem of great luxuriance. The sur-
rounding bills, high, terraced, sloping,
gorged, were so many hanging gardens
of beauty. The streams rumbled down
through rooks of grey and red limestone,
and. flashing from the biliside bounded to
the sea. In the tune of our Lord the vat -
lays, heaulands and ridges were covered
thickly yeah vegetation, and so great was
the variety of Militate that the palm tree
of the torrid and the walnut tree of rig-
orous climate were only a little way
aparr. Men in vinenteds and olive gar-
dens were gathering up the riches for the
oil press. The !dile and valleys were
starred and crimsoned with flowers, from
which Christ took his text, and the din-
eiples learned lessons of patience and
trust. It seemed as if God had dashed
a wave of beauty on all the scene until it
hung dripping from the rooks. the hills,
the oleanders. Op the back of the Leban-
on range the glory of the earthly scene
WaS carried up as if to set it in range
with the hills of 'leaven.
No ether gem ever bad so exquisite a
setting as beautifulGeenesaret. The
waters were clear and sweet, and thickly
inhabited, tempting innumerable nets
and affording a livelihood for great pope-
1ation. Bothsaida. Chorazin and Caper-
naum stood on the bank. roaring with
wheels of traffic and flashing with splen-
did equipages, and shooting their vessels
across the lake, bringing merchandise for
Damascus an 1 passing great cargoes of
wealthy produot Pleasure boats of
Roman gentlemen and fishing smacks of
the country people who bad come clown
to cast a net there passed each other with
nod and shout and. welcome, or side by
side swung idly at the mooring. .Palace
ana luxurtant bath and vineyard, tower
and shadowy arbor, looked off upon the
calm, sweet scene as the evening shadows
began to drop, and Hernion,with its head
covered with perpetual SAM, in the glow
of the setting sun looked like a white
bearded prophet ready .to ascend in a
chariot of fire. I think we shall have a
quiet night l Not a leaf winks in the
air or a ripple disturbs the surface of
Gennesaret. The shadows of the great
Iteadlands stalk clear across the water.
The voices of evening -tide, how drowsily
they strike the ear—the splash of the
boatman's oar and the thumping of the
captured fish on the boats' bottom, and
those indescribable sounds which fill the
air at nightfall, You hasten 1113 the
beach of the lake a little way, and there
you find an excitement as of an embark-
ation. A flotilla is pushing out from
the western shore of the rake—not a
squadron with deadly armament, not a
clipper to ply with valuable merchandise,.
not piratic vessels with grappliug hook to
hug to death whatever they could seize,
but a filotilla laden with messengers of
light and mercy and peace. Jesus it. in
the front ship; his friends and admirers
are in the small boats following after.
Christ, by the rocking ef the boat and
the fatigues of the preaching exercises of
the day, is induced to slumber, and I see
him in the stein of the boat, with a pil-
low perhaps extemporized out of a fisber-
enan's coat, sound asleep. The breezes of
the lake run their fingers through the
looks of the worn out sleeper, and on its
surface there riseth and falleth the light
ship, like a child on the bosom of its
sleeping mother. Calm night. Starry
night. Beautiful night. Run up all the
sails and ply all the oars and let the
boats, the big boat and the small boats,
go gliding over gentle Gennesaret.
The sailors prophesy a change in the
weather. Clouds begin to travel up the
sky and. congregate.
After awhile, even the psassengers hear
the moan of the storm, which comes on
-with rapid strides and with all the ter-
rors of hurricane and darkness. The
boat, caught in thn sudden fury, trembles
like a deer at bay, amid the wilcl clangor
of the hounds. Great patches of foam are
flung through the air. The loosened
sails, flapping in the wind, crack like
pietols. The small boats poised on the
white cliff of the, driven sea tremble like
ocean petrels, and then plunge into the
trough with terrific swoop until a wave
strikes them with thunder crack, and
overboard go the cordage the tackling
and the masts and the drenched disciples
rush into the stern of the boat and shout
'amid the hurricane, "Master. caresu
thou not that we perish?" Tbe great
personage lifted his head from the fisher-
inan's coat and walked but to the prow
of the vessel and looked upon the storm.
On all sides were the small boats tossing
in helplessness, and from them came the
cries of drowning men. By the flash of
lightning I see the CallallOSS of the un-
covered brow of Jesus and the spray of
the sea dripping from his beard. He has
two words of command—one for the
wind, the other for the sea. He looks
In o the tempestuous heavens and be
mean "Peace!" and then he looks down
into the infuriate waters and he says,
"13e still I" The thunders beat a retreat.
The waves fall flat on their faces. The
extinguished stars rekindle their torches.
The foam melte. The storm is dead, and
wiele the crow are untangling the eon:l-
oge and the cables, and bailing out the
water from the hold of the ship, the dis-
ciples stand wonder -struck, now gazing
Into the calm sky, now gazing into the
calm sea, now gazieg into the calm face
of Jesus and whispering one to another,
"What manner of man is thee, that even
the winds and the sea obey Wm?"
I learn, first, from this subject that
when you are going to take a voyage of
auy kind you ought to have Christ in the
ship. The fact is that tame° boats would
all have gone to the bottom if Christ had
not been there. Now, you are about to
voyage out into some new enterprise—into
some new business relation. You ate
going to plan some groat matter of profit.
I hope it is so. If you aro content to go
rilona in the treadmill course and plan
nothing new, you are oot fulfilling your
miseion, What you ean do by the atmost
tension Of body, mind and soul, that yell
11V0 botihd tO do, You have no right to
be colonel of it regiment If Gocl calls you
to tirifiy".. 'Sou have no
right tie be stoker in a steamer if God
commands you to be admiral of theneve,
You limn ue right to enigeeer it ferry
boat front river bank to river bank. if God
counnetacis you tu engineer a Cueartler
front New York to Liverpool. 13ut what-
ever Winterise you undertake. and upou
whatever voyage yon start, be sure to
take Christ in the sine). Here are nien
largely prospered, The seed of a small
enterprise grew into an accumulated and
oTershadowieg success. Their cup of
prosperity is running oven Every day
sees it commercial or mochanioal tri-
umph, Yet they are not miffed up.
They acknowledge the God n•bo grows
the harvests and gives them al/ their
prosperity. When disaster comes that
destroys inhere, they are only helped into
higher experienoes. The coldest winds
that ever blew clown from snow-capped
Hermon and tossed Genuesaret into foam
and agony could not hurt them. Let the
winds blow until they creek their cheeks.
Let the breakers boom—all is well,
Christ is in the ship. Here are other men
She prey of uncertainties. When they
succeed, they strut through the world in
great vanity, and wipe their feet on the
sensitiveness of others. Disaster comes
and they are utterly down. They are
good sailors an it fair day, when the sky
is dear and the sea is smooth, but they
cannot outride a storm. After awhile
the packet is tossed abeam's end, and it
seems aa if she must go down with all
the cargo. Push atm from the shore vvita
lifeboat, longboat, shallop and pinnace.
You annum save the crew, The storm
twists off the masts, The sea rises up to
take down the vessel, Down she goes
No Christ in that ship.
spsak to young people whose voyage
In life will be a mingling of sunshine
and of darkness, of article blast and of
tropical tornado. You will have many a
long, bright day of prosperity. The skies
dear, the sea smooth. The crew exhilar-
ant. The boat, stanch, will bound mer-
rily over the billows. Crowd on all the
canvas. Heigh, ho! land abead! But
suppose that sickness puts its bitter cup
to your lips; suppose that death over-
shadows your heart; suppose misfortune
with some quick turn of the wheel hurls
you backward; suppose that the wave of
trial strikes you athwart ships, and bow-
sprit shivered, and halliards swept into
the sea, and gangway crowded with
piratical disasters, and the wave beneath,
and the sky above and the darkness
around are filled with the clanaor of the
voices of destruction. Oh, then you will
want Christ in the ship.
I learn, iu the next place, that people
who follow Christ must not always ex -
peat smooth sailing. When, these disciples
got into the Elwifl boats, they said,
"What a delightful. thing this is! Who
would not be a follower of Christ when
be can ride 111 one of these small boats
after the ship in which Jesus is sailing?"
But when the storm °erne down these
disciples found out that following Jesus
did not always make smooth sailing.
So you have found out and so I have
found out. If there are any poeple who
yea would think ought to have a good
time in getting out of this world, the
apostles of Jesus Christ ought to have
been the men. Have you ever noticed
bow they got out of the world? St.
James lost his head. St.Pbilip was hung
to death against a 'pillar. St. Matthew
was struck to death by it halberd. St
Mark was dragged to death through the
street St. James the Less had his brains
clashed out -with a fuller's 'nub. St. Mat-
thias was stoned to death. St. Thomas
was struck through with a spear John
Huss in the fire, the Albigenses, the
Waldenses, the Scotch Covenanters—did
they always find smooth sailing? Why go
so far?
There is a young man in a store in
New York who has a hard time to main-
tain his Christian character. All the
clerks laugh at him, the employers in
that store laugh at him, and when he
loses his patience they say, "You are a
pretty Christian." Not so easy is it for
that young man to follow Christ. If the
Lord did not help 'him hour by hour he
would fail. There are scores of young
men to -day who would be willing te
testify that in following Christ one does
not always find smooth sailing. There is
a Christian girl. In her home they do
not hke Christ. She has hard work to
get a silent place in which to say her
prayers. Father opposed to religion.
Mother opposed to religion. Brothers
and sisters opposed to religion. The
Christian girl does not always find it
smooth sailing when she tries to follow
Jesus. But be of good heart. As sea-
farers, when winds are dead ahead, by
setting the ship on starboard tack and
bracing the yards, make the winds that
oppose the course propel the ship forward,
so opposing troubles, through Christ,
veering round the bowsprit of faith,
will waft you to heaven, when, if the
winds had been abaft, they might have
rocked and sung you to sleep, and while
dreaming of the destined port of heaven
you could not have heard the ory of warn-
ing aim would have gone crashing into
the breakers.
Again, my subject teaches me nthat
good people sometimes get very much
frightened. From the tone and manner of
these disciples as they rushed into the
He is a man !" But when I see hien
come to the prow of the boat, and the sea
kneels in his presence, and the winds
fold their wings at his command, I say:
'He is God! He is God I" The hand
Shat set nP the starry pillars of the uni-
verse wiping away the tears of an orphan 1
When I want pity and sympathy, I go
into the back part of this boat, and I look
at him, and I say, "0 Lord Jesus, thou
weary one, thou suffering one, have
mercy on nee." "Bee° home!" Behold
the man l But when I want courage for
the conflict of life, when 1 want some
one to beat down my enemies, when I
want faith for the great future, theol
come to the front of the boat, and I see
Christ standing there in all his omnipo-
tence, and I say "0 Christ, thou who
couldst hush the storm, can hush all my
sorrows, all my temptations, all my
fears." "Ecoo Deus!" Behold the God!
I llsarn from this subeot that Christ
can hush the tempest Some of yOu, my
bearers have a heavy load of troubles,
Some of you have wept until you can
weep no more, Perhaps God took the
sweetest child out of your house, the one
thee asked the most curious (iodations,
the one that hung arotind you with
greatest foodness. The gravedigger's
spade cut down through your blooding,
heart. Ot perhaps it was the only one
that you had, and your soul has ever
since been like a desolated castle, whete
the birds of the night hoot amid the fall-
ing towers and along the mumbling
stairway, Or primps it Was an aged
mothei that was flailed away, You used
to send for her When you had arty kind of
trouble. She was in year home to wel-
come your children lino' lila and when
they died she was there to. pity you.
You know that the old hand Will Miller
de any More kindnees808 tor note, abe the
Melt of arlItte hair that you keep se well
in the casket ef the locket these not leek
so well as it did on the eley when she
moved it back from the wrinkled fore-
head leader the old -fa saioned bonnet in
the °Introit in the country. Or perhaps
your property has gone. You: said,
"There, 1 Ittree so moon ha bank stock, so
mutat I have iu houses, so much I have
in lauds, so much I have in securities."
Suedonly it is all goue. Alas.i for the
man who ouee had plenty of money, but
wile has hardly enough now for the
morntng »tarizettept, NO storm ever
swept over Gonnesaret like that wbieh
has gone trampling its thunders over
your quaking soul, 13ut you awoke
Christ ill the back part of the ship, cry-
ing, "Master, carest thou not teat I
perish?" And Christ rose up and quiet-
ed you. Jesus 11 5151)51(1 the tempest.
Theie is 000 storm into which we
must all ruxi W1ta 11 usau lets go cf
this life to take hold of the next, I do
not care bow much grace he has, he win
waot it all. What is that out yonder?
That is a dying Christian rooked on the
surges of death.. Winds that have wreck -
stern of the vessel and woke Christ me,
you know that they are fearfully scared.
And so it is now that you often find good
people wildly agitated. '40h I' ' says
name Cbristian tnan, 'the infidel magaz-
ines, the bad newspapers, the spiritualts-
tie societies, the importation of so many
foreign errors, the church of God is going
to be lost, the ship is going to founder!
The ship is going down 1" What'are
you frightened about? An old lion
goes into his cavern to take a sleep, and
1 he lies clown until his shaggy matte covers
his paws. Mean while the e enders outside
begin to spin webs over the mouth of
his cavern and say, 'Mat lion cannot
break out through this web," aud they
keep on spinning the, gossamer threads
until they get the mouth of the cavern
covered over. "Now," they say, "the
lion's done, tbe lion's done." After
awhile the lion awakes and shakes him-
self, and he walks out from the cavern,
never knowing there were any spiders'
webs, and with his voice lie shakes tbe
mountain. Let the infidels and the
skeptics of this day go on spinning their
webs, spinning their infidel gossamer
theories, spinning them all over the
place where Christ seems to be sleeping.
They say "Christ can never again come
out e•the work is clone. He can never get
through this logical web we have been
spinning." The day will wine when
the Lion of Judah's tribe will rouse him-
self and come forth and sbake mightily
the nations. WI:at then all your gossam-
er threads? Wbat is a spider's web to an
aroused lion? Do not fret, then, about
the world's going backward. It is going
forward.
You stand on the banks of the sea
when tbe tide is rising. The almanac
says the tide is rising. but the wave comes
up to a certain point, and then it re -
Cedes. "Why," you say, "the tide is
going back." No it is not. The next
wave comes up a little higher, a,nd it
goes back. Again you say the tide is
going out. And the next time the wave
comes to a higher point, then to a higher
point. Notwithstanding all these reces-
sions, at last all the shipping of the
world knows it is high tide. So it is with
the cause of atheist in the world. One
year it comes up to 000 point, and WEI are
greatly encouraged. Then it seems to go
back next year. We say this tide is going
put. Next year it comes to a higher point
and falls back, and then next year it
comes to a still higher point and falls
back, but all the time it is advancing,
until it shall be full tide, "and the earth
shall be full of the knowledge of God as
the waters fill the sea."
Again I learn from this subject that
Christ is God and luau in the same per-
son. I go into the back part of that boat,
and look on Christ's sleeping face, and
see in that face the story of sorrow and
Weariness, and a deeper shadow comes
over his face, and I think he must be
dreaming of the cross that is to coma
As I stand on the back peat of the boat
looking on his face I say : "He Is a man!
ed magnificent face,
of pomp and
worldly power come clown on that Chris-
tian soul. All the .spirits of darkness
seem to be let loose; for it is their last
chance. The wailing of kindred. seems
to mingle with the swirl of the waters,
and the scream of the wind, and the
thunder of the sky. Deep to deep,
billow to billow. Yet no tremor, no
gloom, no terror, no sighing for the
dying Christen. The fact is that from
the back part of the boat a voice sings
out, "When thou passest through the
waters, I will be with thee." By the
flash of the storm the dying Christian
sees that the harbor is only just ahead.
From heavenly castles voices of welcome
come nver the vi eters. Peace drops on
the angry wave as tbe storm sobs itself
to rest like a ohild falling asleep amid
• fears and trouble. Christ bath hushed
the tempest.
Tobacco Insoinia.
Many brain -workers suffer from inabil-
ity to sleep. This is frequently met with
among those who work late at night. The
sulierers complain that they feel inostlive-
ly just when the time tor retiring has
come,and that a long period of restlessness
precedes a troubled slumber from which
the slightest noise awakens them. This
is very often caused. almost entirely by
over indulgence in tobacco. They smoke
just before going to bed, ignorant of the
fact that not only may tobaceo prevent
sleep temporarily, but that it may render
it less deep, and consequently less refresh-
ing. A grave responsibility attaches to
those who lightly seek to relieve it symp-
tom which is really a warning by recourse
to a dangerous palliative. The inablity tit
sleep is often merely the outcome of an
unnatural mode of lie, and if this be cor-
rooted the disability disappears of itself,
Men who work late are commonly addict-
ed to the tobacco habit, To them tobacco
is not a relaxation after a day's wore, but
a nerve stimulant which enables them to
accomplish tasks which would otherwise
be difficult of accomplishment. When the
mouth becomes dry, alcohol in some form
ot other is resentesi to as a fillip to enable
the smoker to tolerate still another cigar
or two. Tender these circumstances tobac-
co acts as a cerebral irritantand interferes
with the vasomotor (teeters of the brain to
suoh an extent that the vessels aro unable
to adjust themselves forthwith to the con-
dition tequirod for health and untroubled
sleep. Discretion in tobacco use would save
many trona this distressing condition of
chronic its-on:Mlle Smoking early in the
day should be discountenanced, and it is
equally undesirable within an hour or so
of retiring to rest Tim best remedy for
the tobacco habit, short of total absten-
tion, Is to take a short walk in the open
air after the last pipe. Under no Mecum-,
Otances should dregs be used for this linen
of nocturnal restiossnese.
Don't ittteinp I., to win sat timing and
diving elm nit ionshi ps, Bement ber tlait
aloes 3,90 13 W110 /MVO sdodeeded itt
winning tliui ire now dead by droWnittge
OUR, OTTAWA, LETTER
INTERESTING SKETCH OF HON.
J. C. PATTERSON'S CAREER.
Tile New InientaGovernera-natterson ea
1891,--Getsits portfolio—is Bonneted
for West Huron—Goes to winnipeg-arlie
Liberal tender.
Returning to Ontario after having, afft
bly greeted Thomas Greenway the omen
of his whit= colleagues, Hon. J,C.Patter
son has. bent hiniseif to the task of in
gratiating bimself with the people o
Manitoba. The Lieutenant -Governor ha
been uusparing 01 encomium. To enquir
ing newspnper men he luta painted with
free hend and pennant oolors the prosPeri
ty, the sobriety mid the industry of th
worthy farmers of the land of Number
'Flaav.1(1); Honor is by way of being it demo
Orate° governor. So he told me when I me
him in King street, Toronto, this week
"I noticed," said 1, "that you decline
the escort of dragoons that was offered yot
on your arrival in 'Winnipeg." '
"I did," replied theGovernor. "We are
going to have it democratic adrninistra
tion in Winnipeg. There's going to b
mighty little gold lace in it." And Mr
Patterson turned into the entry to th
offiees of the Conservative Ansooiation.
The New Lieut. -Governor.
To that C nservative Association tit
newly appointed Lieutenant -Governor o
Manitoba well may be grateful. It was a
ite president that he first achieved promi
nenoe in Canadian politics. ale was alway
what enthusiastic 'Conservative editors de
soribed as "an ardent Conservative," bu
it was not until he was elected chief office
of the organization that controls the Gov
ernmont's campaign funds in this provino
that he evinced any political—or, more cor
rectly—portisan ability. His talent for or
ganization was remarkable, so was hi
disceroment To his clear vision the
schemes of understrappers were an open
book 13efore his day money was spent like
water in nonstituencies that needed little
of the ready cash to bring them, into line,
while in the other and extremely doubtfu
riding, the organizers had difficulty in se
caring financial aid.
James Colebrook Patterson altered al
this. He knetv Ontario pretty thoroughly
and in doubtful localities he had always
some reliable friend. With incredible nice.
ty he adjusted the amount of financial aid
that was to be given in elections He and
Robert Birmingham, the Secretary of the
association and chief organizer of the
party, achieved a remarkable tritunph.
The constituepcies were well provided for.
Little money was thrown away on forlorn
hews. Sir John Macdonald, after the elec.
ions of 187, thanked. Mr. Patterson at a
meeting of Conservatives held at the Al
batty Club. And men who knew the Old
Map said that F'atterson's future was
made.
Patterson in 1891.
Subsequent events showed that a man
may be a successful politician and a poor
administrator. In the election of 1891 Mr.
Patterson had for an opponent one William
McGregor, a livery stable keeper, of Wind-
sor,and an tincompromising Liberal. Pat-
terson had knoen McGregor for years,and
he underestimated the strength of his ad-
versary He campaigned in other ridings,
and left North Essex to the care of his
friends. Ten days beim the election he
was telegraphed to by his friends,who im-
plored him to return at once. He did so,
and found that McGregor had been work-
ing amain. Such a campaign as his had
never before been made in Western On-
tario, said Patterson's friends. The mem-
ber set to work to make up for lost time
He soon found that his case was nearly
hopeless. Even the French Canadians, of
whom there are several hundred in North
Essex, had pledged themselves to 'vote for
the enemy. And, when polling day had
come and gone, the livery stable keeper
had been elected by a majority well up in
the hundreds.
It was then that came the troublous
times for the Conservative uarty. The first
Sir John had gone down before the enemy
that yields to none. The cabinet was in
the throes following reconstruction. Mr.
Patterson journeyed to Ottawa and pressed
Itis suit. He used no mild language. He
had done much for the party; now, the
party must do something for him.
But, objected Sir John Abbott, the peti-
tion against McGregor had been dismiss-
ed. How was Patterson to get a seat in
parliament?
' Gets His Portfolio.
"I'll get the seat, and before I get it,I
want a portfolio," returned Mr. Patterson
the insistent.
The Government complied After all,
an active representative of Western On-
tario was required. With Sir John Mac-
donald's death Sir John Carling's chief
supporter and friend had passed from the
Council chamber, and the political death -
knell of the kindly old man from London
had sounded.
Is Returned for West Huron.
Patterson's demand had been made at an
opportune time. He was gazetted Secretary
of State. He aonouncea that he would
contest West Huron, where M.C.Canteron,
dui. bed by bis enemies Ananias, had been
unseated. Money poured into the riding
ram both parties, Conservatives and Lib-
erals,sent their best stumpers up to addiess
he electors. Patterson was elected by
15 votes innt riding that ordinarily gave
a Grit majorit over a hundred. The
wcets of office neve enjoyed by the now
Secreting of State. His department gave
inn little care, for its duties were easy.
After Sir .101111 Thompson became Prime
Minister, Mr. Patterson essurned charge
f the 'portfolio of Militia and Defence.
He travelled the country over, was dined
m the offeens of our diminutive regular
rmy, to d warred with General Herbert,
r was /limit this time that the latter
e issuea his famous report in which he
ave the Car adian inllitia scant praise
md more than their meed of blame. In-
igtient 0011110 neing offices telto week to
nil wires. They used the influetice of
eir local inembers to make things un
meant for the, General. Mr. Paterson
vas made the retiipient of scores of coin -
nines' against the Englishman. The
i mister found that holding a portfolio was.
tos what it was cracked up to be. To be
ttro, the 86,000 salary was not to be seem-
il at, but was there not something better
o be had?
Mr. Patterson cogitated, If What nien
ay is true, he at first cast an eye on the
upretne Court. The redatobed justices
ave two or three months work it
heir salary salary is ample. But &Mit inactivity
ould not snit the ex -president of t le
onservative Dation. He looked farther
fleld,and hie gaze rested upon the ember.
tatorial mansion at Wienipen Here Woe,
A the land agents' say,an eligibly situated
lenity tesidencie to be let, rent fremfot flee
tiers or morce and carrying wail it en an -
tad ealatnof $8,000.
ClOee to Winnipeg,
CoOld any Moderate minded and pa
riotio gentleman wish for more Mr, Pat,
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terson did not. While A. W,Ross,the mem
bor for Lisger, W.13 Seerth, and other gen-
tlemen publicly pursued the appointment,
Mr, Patterson seid little. He told his
friends that he was tired of polities, and,
that hie health demanded a trip to Cali-
fornia. He resigned his portfolio and
started for the Pilate° slope with Premier
liowell's promise et the Manitoba govern-
orship in his pooket The other gentle-
men, unwitting that the prize had been
awarded, continued to beseech the Premier
SO make them happv for life by sending
them to Winnipeg. Sir Mackenzie smiled
benignly and said nothing. The dine had
not wine when the announcement should
- be made. When Mr.Patterson returned the.
f news had leaked out. Mr. Ross and Mr:
s
South had done swharing at their i 11 -for
- tune, and the happy appointee received
a the congratulations of everybody.
There are several interesting moral les -
e sons that may be drawn fuom the political
1 history of the Honorable James Colebrook
patterson.. I thin!: it will add to the in-
terest of the narrative to let each of my In-
dulgent readers draw his own. •
W. Maclean 'Uneasy.
Another member of parliament who
feels uneasy nowadays is W.F.Maolean„ of
East York. Against him the Liberals
have nominated young leranklance a
' drover, an alderman of Toronto, a,ntl. the
0 son et the well-known cattle exporter.
lerankland is a strong man in the country
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sections of the riding,and in the First Ward
of Toronto, which is East York for Do-
minion purposes, fie is very popular. In
the by-election in which Mr. Maclean was
eleoted the graveyards groaned, and the
tombs give 01 their dead to vote for the
Government nominee. The Liberals say
thab they will watch the polling next tine.
If they do, and it the sinews of war are
forthcoming, W. le. Maclean has a good
chance of being elected to stay at home.
The Liberal Leader.
In good sooth, our esteemed friend Wil.
Md Laurier has been having a fine time
of it this summer. Onoe I heard him say
Shat he was glad that he did not possess
the unreasoning consistency of small
minds. Which remark was cribbed from
a French gentleman named Taine.
The Liberal leader has acted up to his
belief that the good man's mind often
varies in its pointof view. He lives for the
clay in the day; and is prone to forget his
previotes incarnations. What has he done;
what has he said, during the past few
months? He went down to Bonaventime,
and there told the toilers of the sea who
live on the shores of the Gulf that he
would praise Sir Mackenzie Boswell if he
restored • Separate Schools to the Roman
Catholics of Manitoba. He was cheered.
Then he went into Chicontimeand thank-
ed God that there was no such monstrosity
as a Liberal Orangernan. Whereat George
Dawson' the Grit member for Addington
shiveredas though a goose had walked over
his grave.
And now this versatile and interesting
gentleman has been speaking to the good
French folk of Ste. Anne de Perade. He
I a retrograded to his opinion of 1893
'.1.24S is what he says:—
" White the Government has done noth-
ing, all the party organs throughout all
the Provinces have demanded what was
my policy. le does noe belong to me to
settle this question,' but I shall not wait
until the responsibility is put upon my
shoulders to outline what I believe to be
the true way. Two years ago, when the
question first came before the House' I
said to the Government, which desiredto
consult the courts to ascertain whether it
had the power to intervene:— You have
the power to intervene. It is written in
the constitution. Tbe only question is a
question of facts. Make an investigation:
it is the first thing to be done.' But they
said, Why an investigation, are the facts
not clear?' I simply reply. These facts
are clear to you and to all those who be-
lieve in a system of Separate schools, but
remember that there are those who do not
think as we do on this question, and they
are in the majority. I know that when I
say that the first thing to be done in this
question is to have an investigation, I do
not perhaps express an idea that will be
very popular in this province, but I hold
to the same language in all provinces. Re-
member that there are differences of opin-
ion and profound differences on this ques-
tion, and that to solve it we must enlarge
our horizon, andplace ourselves on a basis
that all Canadians without a distinction
of raze or creed may accepe"
Mr. Laurier's opinions on this school
question should be dated like vintages.
He has given us the assurance that he be -
Heves, in the immediate re-establishment of
Separate schools. Now he calls for an in-
vestigation. What are the inquisitors to
do? Greenway has told Howell that an
investigation' into the sytem Will do 110
good. John S. Willison, the Globe's editor,
writes from Manitoba that ninety per cent.
of the people of Manitoba are well content
with things as they are. The Chief of the
Liberals should take his adherents into his
confidence. They might give him much
good eounsel and advice. It is not often
that he says too much.' This summer he
has given us an exhibition of variegated
political opinion that woald have done
credit to Peter Mitchell in his most vol-
uble days.
The wicked Grits maintain their as-
seults on Sir Mackenzie Bowell. The old
gentleman, revivified after his prairie trip,
was interviewed by a deputation of Win-
neteggers,who besought him to use his in-
fluence Sowards having deepened the navi-
gation channel of the Red river. Sir Mao.
kenzie likes to imitate Sir John thterirst--
and he does not do it well. Instead of tell-
ing the delegates that he would enquire
into the matter, he essayed to send them
away with a funny story ringing in their
ears. The delegates did not laugh. The
Conservatives smiled deferentially. The
Grits frowned. And now Grit editors are
filling columns with denunciation of the
Ptemier. But even the ablest of edithts
must have something to write about.
fbere conies frozn Ottawa a rumor that
Hon W. H. Montague seeks to exchange
the headship of the Department of State
for the portfolio of Agriculture. The
statement is likely to be true. The Secre-
tary of State has little or no patronship
awl the office is scornfully known as ehe
Sr Ming Wax Department. With the large
t atronage which the Minister of Agricule
tore controls the prestige of the portly ler.
Montague would bo mach enhanced in
political value. The (Mange would leave
She State Department for the Frenchman
who shall succeed Angets.
This latter theatrical gentlernaw has
abandoned politics for good anti all. He
hat opened a Mee Office in Montreal and
will make very short visits to OttaWa itt
the future. Ile is still a Senator, ancl, if
Ito so desire, may make himself a thorn
in the side of the Government, ' That he
will do so is not probable. He leeks
tarengthof character and ability .4 His re-
signation In July last was inspired by his
strongest oharaoteristie—personal Vanity.,
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Damasks atnong the Fgenoh silks show
Louis XVI. designs.
Is ts ineari husband Whose heart Isn't
softened by,a good dinner.
ACHII-CeS QUESTIONS.
How does the bread thee mother bakes
Give strength when 1 ain weak,
Make for my body dimpled fiesh,
.A.nd scarlet for my cheek?
How does the mllk that Daisy gives.
White as drifted snow,
Change to drops of crimson blood
That through my body dew ?
How does the air, the pure, sweet aIr,
• Mowing gently by,
Leugh right merrily in my voice
And spiLlllevriyarmnl
yititt,ete?, in 5. 5. Times.
THE SPARROWS AND THE CHIPMUNK,
Ian Accouitt of a Very Flare° Battle Be -
.A. young natt‘uterealis7wiellino. is a close ob-
server of birds tells this little story:
"One morning last summer, While
welking through one of our parks, I was
attracted by a tremendous chattering
from a chimp of bushes near the path-
way. It soundecl as if a hundred birds
were having t fight over their breakfast 104
—for sparrows think that a fat worm or ,
a juicy bug is worth making a great
fuss about.
"I 'walked quickly and stealthily up
to the bushes and peeped in. It was not
a.worm which caused the commotion,
but something bigger. A large flock ot
English sparrows were flying about,
screaming as if they had gone mad and
pecking savagely at intervals at some
small animal, which was running about
on the ground. It was a poor little red
chipmunk who had excited their wrath.
He was running back and forth. evident.
ly trying to get away from his tormen-
tors. It was of no use, for he was closely
surrounded by them, and he evidently
was getting weak in the unequal strug-
gle.
''So I drove away the sparrrows and
tried to rescue the miserable little squir-
rel. When the birds flew away the chip-
munk still lay upon the ground and
seemed unable to move. I picked him
up in my hands. He was in a pitiable
condition. The sparrows had pulled
nearly every hair out of his tail. One
of his eyes was entirely pecked out and
he was covered with cuts and wounds,
where the pugnacious little sparrows
had pecked and beaten him.
"Poor little chippyl He was nearly
dead and evidently in such suffering
that he had to be put out of his misery.
We had Mr. Chipmunk stuffed and put
him up on the mantel -shelf for an orna-
ment. He looks much more happy there
than he did the day the quarrelsome
little sparrows pecked his life away.
But what it was that excited their wrath
Mr. chipmunk never told."
Paure's Unaltected Cordiality.
Mr. Felix Faure continues, says out
Paris correspondent, to win public favol
by his unaffected, hearty manners. He
refuses to be bound by the Protocol un-
less on questions of international polite-
ness and public ceremonial. The Presi-
dent, he says, should be his own proto.
col, particularly when he wishes to act
according to the dictates of his heari
and of common sense. Thus at the ball
at the Hotel de Ville he left Alma Pou.
belle, wife of the Prefect of the Seine,
no be taken to the buffet by a Minister,
and gave his arm to the homely Mme.
Champoudry. This lady's husband re.
presented on that occasion the town"
council. The President thought that
she, as hostess, should be treated as the
highest lady present. This delighted all
the Radicals of the town council, who
constantly rebel against the tutelage in
which M. Poubelle, the Prefect of the
Seine, tries to keep them. The courte-
ous instincts of the President were also
shown in the way in which he received
at the Elysee the old boys of the Pompee
Technical School, khere he was educat.
ed. Those who called on him were.his
classmates and are now all business men,
The senior old boy, M. Chapron, a civil
engineer attached to the School of Arts
and Trades, deliveredan address. When
it was ended, let. Felix Faure said: "Da
me the pleasure of making yourselves al
home and puttimg away ceremony. Let
us smoke a cigar in remembrance of our
school days; drink a flagon of beer and
have a chat. But I expect all of you to
ase the old familiar 'thee' and 'thou' in
talking to me; otherwise I shall feel on
stilts, and I hate nothing more than
that."—London News.
The Grass Widow.
According to recent researches the
phrase "grass widow" is a corruption
of "grace widow," which is a term frit
one who becomes a widow by grace oi
favor, not of necessity as by death. Il
originated in the earlier days of Euro.
pean civilization, when divorces wen'
but seldom granted, and then only by
authority of the Church. When such
a decree was granted to a woman the
rescript stated: " Viduca de gratia,"
which interpreted is "widow of grace."
A woman receiving such a divorce wa .
commonly called "a grace widow," an •
the transition to " grass widow" was
easy. This latter toren is in the United
States applied to a woman whose hus.
band has been away' from her for con.
siderable length of time, or who hat
deserted her. In England it is applied '
to an unmarried woman who has bornit
a child.—San Francisco Call.
Horses Fed on Potatoes,
In the first issue of the Planter We
gave the experience of Mr. W. G. Hine
eon. of James Island, in reference to
feeding horses and mules On potatoes.
We have since found two farmers, Mr.
J. C. Larapley, of Darlington County,
and Mr. W. D. Harries, of Florence
County, who are utilizing their potatoes
in the same way. These gentlemen are
not doing it from necessity, but as a
matter of farm economy, and are well
pleased with the experiment. Accord.
ing to the estimate of Col T. W. Wood,
ward, of Fairfield, it takes three bushels
of potatoes to equal in nutriment elle'
bushel of corn, but even if it took font
She cost a feeding on the potatoes would
be far less. It is well known that a dry
surnmer is very favorable to potatoes
and just the opposite for corn, and this
fact ought to be Steffidient to induct
every farmer to plant them more large.
—Carolina Planter.