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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-1-9, Page 7.1••••• OM THE JAILER'S QUERY. "SIRS" WHAT MUST I DO -TO BE SAVED. der at the Anxiety of" this man of my text, for be was not only anxioue about the falling of the prison, but the fall- ing of a world, Attain, I remark, I characterize this question f she agitated Jail keeper as One of incomparable importance. Men are alike, and I suppose he had scores of questions on his mind, but all questions far this world are hushed up, forgt den, annihilated in this one question of the text, "What must 1, do to' be saved?" And have you, my brother, an question of importance (tempered with that quesa tem? is it a question of business? Your common sails° tells you that you will soon cease worldly ousinees. You know very well that you will soon pass out of that partnership. You know„ that beyond a certain point, of all the millions of fool who procrastinates to the deathbed dollars worth of goods sold you will not his repentance! handle a yard of cloth, or a pound of • My text does not answer the question. sugar, or a peretty'e worth. After that, It only asks it, with deep Importunate if a conflagration should sweep all Wash- earnestness asks it, and, according to the ington into ashes, it would not tough you rules of sermonizing, you would say, and Would not damage you. if every 'Adjourn that to some other time." But cashier should alsecond, aud every bank I dare not. What are'the rules of sermon - suspend payment, and every Inturance izing to me When I am after souls? What company fail, it would not affect you. other time could I hare, when perhaps Oh, how insignificant is business this side this is the only time? This might he ene the grave with business on the other last time for preaching. This might be side the gravel Have you made any pur- your last time for hearing. chases for eternity? Rave you any, satinet- After my friend in Philadelphia died, ties that will last forever? .Are vitt job- his children gave his church Bible to me, bing for time when you might be whole- and I read it; looked over it with much seeing for eternity? Is there any guts- interest I saw in the margin written in tion so broad at the base,so altitudinous, lead pencil, "Mr. Tabnge said this morn - or overshadowing as the question, "What lug that the most useless thing in all must I do to be saved?" Or is it a God's universe is that any sinner should domestic question? Is it somethiug perish." 1 did not remember saying it, about Lather or mother or husband or but it is true,anti I say it now, whether wife or son or dauglaterteat is the more im- said it then or not, The most unit Se portant question? You know by univera. thing in all Goess universe is that any al and inexorable law that relation will sinner should perish, Twelve gates wine soon be broken up. Father will he gone, open. Bay° you not heard how (attest mother will be goneathildren will be gone, bore our sorrows and how sympathetie you will be gone, but after that the ques- he is with all our woes? Rave you not tiou of the text will begin to harvest its heard how that with all the sorrows of chief gains, or deplore its worst losses, heart and all the agonies of hell upon hint or mil up Its mightiest magnitudes, or he cried: "Father forgive them. They sweep its vaster circles, know not what they do?" By his feet Oh, what a question—went an import- blistered of the mountain way, by his ant questionl Is there ant, question that beta> whipped until the skin ensue off, by compares with it in importance? What his death couch, of four spikes, two for is it now to Napoleon III. whether he the hands and, two for the feet, by his triumphed or surrendered at Sedan, sepulcher, in which for the first time for whether he died at the Tuileries or Chisel- 83 years the cruel world let him alone, burst, whether he was emperor or exile? and by the heavens from which he now Because he was laid out in the collis,i in bends in compassion, offering pardon and the dress of a field marshal did that give peace and life eternal to all our souls, him any better chance for the future than I beg of you put down your all at his feet. if he had bort laid out in a plain shroud? y saw one hanging on a tree What difference will it soon make to you e - In agony and blood or to me whether in this world we wanted Who fixed his languid eyes on me or rode, whether we were bowed to or AS near the erase I steed* maltreated. whether we were applauded m or hissed at, welcomed in or kicked out? Oh, never till my latest breath While laying hold of every moment of Will I forget that look, the future and blueing in every splendor It seemed to charge me with his death, or every grief and overarching or under- Though not a word he spoke, girding all than and all eternity will be 1‘ In the troubled times of Scotland, Sir the plain, startling, infinite, stupendous question of the text, "What must I do to John Cochrane was condemned to death be saved?" by the king. The death. warrant was en Again, I obaranterize this question of the war' Sir John Couhrane Was bidding the agitated jail keeper as one crushed far well to his daughter Grieel at the s out by his misfortunes, pressed out by his prison door. Re aid: "Farewell, /ay derlinef child. I must die." His daughter °"'- Misfortunes. The Sailing of the penitent- tea, 'No, father, you shall not die." Mary, his occupation was gone. Besides "But," "But," he said, "the king is against me, that the flight of a prisoner was ordinarily Be was bele re- and the law is after me and the death war- • sponsible. If all had done well; if the reel is on its and I must die pe prison walls had not boon shaken of the not deceive yourself, my dear child." The the death of the jailer, earthquake; if the prisoners had all staid daughter said. "Father, you shall no die," as she left the prison gate. At night, on quiet in the stocks; if the morning sun - bele had calmly dropped on the iailcr's the moors of Scotland, a difigiliSed way- farer stood waiting for the horseman oar - pillow, do you think be would have hurl- rying the niatibags containing tee death ed this zealot question from his soul into The disguised wayfarer, as the the ear of his apostolic prisoners? Ab, warraiir' horse came by, clutched the bridle and no! Yon Jaime as well afi I do its was the shouted, to the rider—to the man who ear - earthquake that roused him up. And it real the mailbags. "Disnutuntre go felt is trouble that starts a great many people for his arms and was about to shoot, but to asking the same question, It bag been the wayfarer jerked him from his staldie, so with a multitude of you. Your apparel and he fell flat. The 'wayfarer pleked is not as bright as it once was. Why have up the mailbags, put them on his shoulder you changed the garb? Do you not like solferipo and Crimson and purple as well and vanished in the darkness, and four- teen days watt thus gained for tbo prison - Was prospered and happy those colors were as once? Yes, but you say: "While I or'elife,daring which the father confessor was pleading for the pardon of Sir John accordant with my feelings. Now they would be discord to my soul." And so The second time the death warrant is you have plaited up the shadows into your on its way. The disguised wayfarer comes along and asks for a little bread and a little wine, starts on across the moors, and they say, "Poor man, to beese to go out on such a stormy night. It is dark, and you will lose yenned on the moors." "Oh. no," he says, "I will not!" Be trudged on and stopped amid. the brambles and waited for the horseman to come carrying the mailbags containing the death warrant of Sir John Cochrane. The mail carrier spurs on his steed, for he Was fearful because of what bad oc- ourred on. the former journey, spurred on his steed, when suddenly through the storm and through the darkness theeevvas a flash of firearms, and the horse became unmanageable, and as the mail carrier discharged his pistol in response the horse flung him, and the disguised wayfarer put his foot on the breast of the over- thrown rider and said, "Surrender now!" The mail carrier surrendered his arms, and the disguised wayfarer put upon his shoulders the mailbags, leaped upon the horse and sped away into the darkness, gaining 14 snore days for the poor prison- er, Sir John Coebrane, and before the 14 days had expired pardon had come from the king. The door of the prison swung • open, and Sir John Cochrane was free. One day when he was standing amid his friends, they congratulating him, the dis- guised wayfarer appeared at the gate, and he said, "Admit him right away." The disguised wayfarer came in and said: "Here are two letters. 'Heed them, sir, and cast them into the lire." Sir John Cochrane read them. They Were his two death warrants, and be threw' them into the fire, Then said Sir John Cochrane, "To whom era I indebted? Who is this poor wayfarer that saved my life? Who is it?" And the wayfarer pull. ed aside and pulled off the jerkin and °leak and the hat, and, lo, it was Grizel, the daughter of Sir Jelin Cochrane. "Gracious heaven," he (tried, "my child, my savior, my own Grieel!" But a more thrilling story. The death warrant had come forth from the Xing of heaven and earth. The death warrant read: "The soul that sinneth, it • shall die," The death warrant coming on the black horse of eternal night. We must die, We must die. But breasting: the storm and put- ting out through the darkness was a dis. {tensed wayfarer who gripped by the bridle the oncoming doom and flung it back and put his wounded and bleeding foot on the overthrown rider. Meanwhile pardon flashed from the throne, and, Go free! Open the gate! Strike off the obain I Go free!, And to -day your liberated soul stands in the presence or the dis- geised -wayfarer, and as he pulls off the disguise of his earthly humiliation, and the disguise of his thorns, and the dis- guise of the seamless robe, you find he is bone of your isone, flesh of your flesh, your Brother, your Christ your pardon 'your eternal life. Let all earth and heaven break forth in vociferation. Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ! Itev.Dt. Talmage on the Converted Sheriif --A Question oreneomparable Importance The Cry of an Agitated Soul -A Call to the Vuounverted, Washington'Dec. 29.—For the closing discourse df blue year IWO DaTalenage chose a subject which appeals to the un- converted everywhere—viz., "The Philip - plan Jailer." The text selected was, "Sirs, what must I do to be saved? Acts zee, 30. Incarcerated in a Philippine peniten- tiareaa place cold and dark and damp and loathsome and hideous, lin illumined save by the torch of the official who comes to see if they are alive yeeare two ministers of Christ, their feet fast lu in- struments of torture, their shoulders drip- ping from the stroke of leathern thongs, their mouths hot with inflammation of thirst, their hearts faint because they may not lie down, In a comtortabile room of that same building and mold pleasant surroundings is a paid, officer of the Government, whose business it is to supervise the prison. It is night, and all is still in the corridors of the dungeon save as some murderer struggles with a borrid einem, or a ruffian turns over in his chains, or there is the cough of a dy- ing consumptive amid the dampness, but suddenly crash go the walls! The two clergymen pass out free. The tail keep- er, atibough familiar with the darkness and the horrors hovering around the • dungeon, is startled beyond all bounds, anthilambeau in band ,he rushes through amid the falling nails shouting at the top of his vole, "Sirs, what must I do to be saved? I stand now among those who are ask- ing the same question with more or loss earnestness, and I accost you in this crisis of your soul with a mostage from heaven. Tnere are those in this audience -who might be more skilful in argument than I am; there are those here who Can dive into deeper depths of science, of have larger knowledge; there are in this au- dience those before whom I would will- ingly how as the inferior to the superior, but I yield to no one in this assemblage in a desire to have all the people saved by the power of an omnipotent gospel. I shall proceed to characterize the quos - tion of the agitated jail keeper. Anti, first, I characterize the question as cour- teous. Be might have rushed in and said "Paul and Silas, you vagabonds, are you tearing down this prison? Aren't you satisfied with disturbing the peace Of the city by your infamous dootrieesi And are you now going to deetroy plena property? Back to your places, you wig - a -bonds! He said DO snob thing. The word of four letters, "sirs" equivalent to "lords" recognized the majesty and the honor of their mission. Sirs! If a loan with a captious spirit tries to find the way to heaven, he will miss it. If a • man comes out and pronounces all Christians as hypocrites, and the relig- ion of Jesus Christ as a fraud, and ask; irritating questions about the says- , torious and the inscrutable„ saying, "Come, ray wise man, explain this and explain that?" no snob man finds the • way to heaven. The question of the • text was decent, courteous, gentlemanly, deferential, Sirsi AgnlnI characterizethis question of the agitated jail keeper by saying that it was a practical question. Re did not ask why God let Inin come into the world, be did not ask why Christ conic be God and man in the same person, he did not ask the dootrine of the decrees explained or want to know whom Cain married, or what was the cause of the earthquake. His present and everlasting welfare was involved in the questien,and was not that apparel. The world is a very different practical? But I kuow multitudes of place from what it was once for you! peopiewho are bothering themselves about Once you said: "Oh, if I could' only have the nonessentials of eolleen. What it quiet a little while" It is too quiet, improbable, terrifically improbable. One hundred to one against the man. if, my brother, ray sister, you have ever seen a man try to repent in the last hour, you have seen something very sad. I do not know anything on earth so sad as to see a man try to repent one deathbed. There is not from the moment that life begins to breathe in infancy to the last gasp. such an unfavorable, completely unfaver. able, hour for repentance as the attune hour, the last hour. There arehe doctors standing with the medicines. There is the lawyer standing with the halt written will. There is the family in consternation as to what is to become of them. All the bells of eternity ringing the soul out of the body. An the past rising before us and all the future. Oh,that man is an infinite UNION JACK PULLED DOWN WILD TIME IN NEW WHATCOM. el. Returnee Canadian Tells Hon the C. P. P. c.utie to a Boom Town--Wild-Eyed Sons of Teterene. Americans have a sort of theoretical patriotism, but the closest students are unable to determiee whether the theory consists more of love of country or the hatred. of things English in general and the Union Jack in particular. This hatred is not a loud. affair, but obtains all over the Union, from ,the Atlantic seaboard, where the native with the nasal twang sneers at the "cleaned Britisher," to the shores of the broad Pacific, where the Westeraex uses his more brilliant vocabulary to describe the hated tyrant who once tried to make them pay a tax on tea—the fact that tea is far from being his favorite bever- age not being taken into consideration, This hatred or patriotism, which is more or less an abstract quantity, is generally kept for particular occasions. such as campaign speeches or Fourth of July celebrations., but it will oc- casionally blossom out in unexpected spats, causing much petty feeling at the time and laughter in t/ae immediate thereafter. Orie of these instances, it will generally be remembered, occurred in Vancouver, B.0,, a few years age, 'when the American consul, in a burst of ill-advised "patriotism," refused at a public dinner to rise and, drink the health of the Queen. This patriotic nation was so ill -placed that the poor fellow was reported to Washington, and ultimately lost his job—and thereby the respeet of Le countrymen, for who, been in the free air of Yankeedorin can respect a man who has a good fat Government job and not sense enough to hold. it. Another instance, net quite so gener- ally known, occurred shortly after this just south of the British Columbia line, in the city of New Whatcom, when a mob, headed by the members of a semi - military organization, the Sons of Veterans, palled. down the Union .Tack that had. been raised by a citizens' com- mittee as an act of courtesy to expected Canadian visitors on the occasion of the incoming of the first Canadian Pacific train, The circumstances surrounding the incident are given by an eye -wit- ness as follows: "I was in New Whatcom when the news came that the Canadian Pacific had leased the Bellingham Bay and British Columbia Railway, and would rem its overland passengers for Ameri- can points direct to New Whietcom, dividing its train at Mission for that purpose. To say that the news caused a sensation would be putting it mildly indeed. The town was of the boom variety, its prineiped industry, culti- vating the price of town lots, was at the zenith. of Re prosperity, and the property owners saw fortunes coming in on the first train. In that climate everything grows, and it was not long till the report had grown to enormous proportions. The city was to be the American terminus of the line, im- mense docks were to be built, the steamships were to sail from. New Whatcom to the Orient, instead of from Vancouver, etc., etc. In view of all, this, reel estate rose fifty per cent. at a jump and erverything -was joyful. Ile who would find, favor with an American must either tickle his vanity or his pants' pockets. The Canadian Pacific presumably had done both, and it was at once transformed from a 'one- horse Canadian line' to the 'greatest transcontinental line—that's -what.' "The Chamber of Commerce, an in- stitution that buds at the birth of each new American city, met and resolved that the coming event must be observ- ed in a manner that would at once show the city's appreciation and, ad- vertise to the world New Whatcora's new -horn advantages. Committees werestruck to look after the details, and the mandate went forththat every man should arise and decorate his place of business. A man who understood such things was discovered, and, in- structed to secure the opera house— there are no halls west of the Missis- simii—and therein prepare a banquet with champagne accompaniments, to which the Canadian Pacific. officials in Vancouver were invited'. "When the day came everything was in readiness. The city was, a mass of green and crimson, the Stars and, Stripes floated from every house top, while here and there an enterprising saloon man, in the hope of capturing a little British trade, had. hung out some miniature Union Jacks. *here the railway track crossed the principal street the decorating •committee had erected a huge evergreen areh under which the incoming train, with its load of visitors and prosperity, was to pass; and on top of this, side by side, were floating the Stars and Stripes and the Union Jack—the latter intended. as a graceful compliment to the na- tionality of the expected visitors and prosperity. "At 11 o'clock, the hour at which the train was due, a peocession was form- ed. The City Council in all its official dignity and. brand new plug hats rode in carriages with the rattyor, who had his speech of welcome carefully com- mitted. to mernery. The variety show band had been secured for the occasion, and to its stirring strains marched the volunteer fire department resplendent in new red, shirts and immensehelmets, while behind them came the Sons of Veterans, whose fathets bad led the yen in many a wild rush from the field of battle when the fighting Southerners had made that locality too tropical for them, and the Junior Order of Ameri- can Mechanics, a society ostensibly formed for the purpose of seeing that native-born Americans are not crowd- ed out of office by the foreign element. Its members are generally noticeable for the strength of their lungs and their ability to consume campaign whiskey. "The procession arrived safely at the depot and greeted the incopehig train with loud cheer. But here, the first hitch occurred.; The chief of the fire department had conceivea the brilliant idea of throwing a water arch over the visitors, so placing part ()this (*unwind iter neami, was f$ adly stiagmrod—Saf. on either side of the track, just its the fered From a Rad Cones and Otto:atone train slowed they threw streams of rain to tbx, s water from the opposite eides over it. WONDROUS .tatetree Tin sTogY OF A FOTINO LtIY II SMITH'S PAJileS. would you. think of a num what should, while discussing the question of the light and. heat of the sun, spend his time down in a coal cellar when be might come oat and see the one and feel the other? Yet there are multitudes of men 'who, in discussing the chemistry of the gospel, spend their time down in the dungetio of their unbelief, when God all the while stands telling them to come out into the noonday light and warmth of the sun of righteousness. The ques- tion for you, my brother, to discuss is not whether Ceivin or Aratinins was right, not whether a handful of water in holy baptism or a baptistery is the better, not whether foreordination and free agency can be harmonized. The practical question for you to discuss and for site to discuss is, "Where will I spend eternity?" Again, I characterize this question of the agitated jail keeper as one personal to himself. I have no doubt ho had many friends, and be was interested in their welfare. I have no doubt be found that there were persons in the prison who, if the earthquake bad destroyed them, would have found their case des- perate. Be is not questioning about them. The whole weight of his question turns on the prenoun 'I'. "What shall I do?' Of course, when a man becomes a Christian he immediately becomes anx- ious for the salvation of other people, but until that point is reached the most important question is about your own salvation. "What is to be my destiny?" "What are my prospects for the future?" "Where am n I going?" "What shall I dor The trouble is we shuttle the responsibil- ity off upon others. 'We prophesy a bad end to that inebriate and terrific expos- ure to that defaulter and 'awful catas- trophe to that profligate. We are so busy In weighing other people we forget our- selves to get into the scales. We are so busy watching the poor gardens of other people that we lot our own dooryare go to weeds. We are so busy sending other people into the lite boat we Sink in the waves. -We cry "Fire 1" because o ir neighbor's house is burning down a ,a seem to be uninterested, although our • own house is in the conflagration. 0 •wandering thoughts, disappear to -clay. Blot out this entire audience except • yourself. Your sin, is it pardoned? Your death, is it provided for? Your heaven, ie it secured? A mightier earth- quake than that which demolished the Philippian penitentiary will rumble about your ears. The fouodatioos of • the earth will give way. The earth by one tremor will fling all the American cities into the dust. • Cathedrals and palaces and prisons which have stood for thousands' of years will topple line a child's block -house. The surges of the sea will submerge the land, and the At- lantic and Pacific oceans above the Alps and the Andes clap their hands. What then will become of me? What then will become of you? I do not won - Some people say that they would. not bring back their departed friends from heaven even if they bad the opportunity, but if you bad the opportunity you would bring back your loved ones'and soon their feet would be sounding in the hail, and soon their voices would be heard in the family, and the old times would come back just as the festal days of Christmas and Thanksgiving—days gone for ever. Oh, it is the earthquake that startled yosr to asking this question—the earthquake of domestic misfortune. Death is so cruel, so devouring, so relentless, that when it swallows Up our loved ones we must have some one to whom we can carry ourttorn and bleeding hearts. We need a balsam better than anything that ever exuded from earthly tree to heal the' pang of the soul. It is pleasant to have our friends leather around us and tell us how sorry they are and try to break up the loneli- ness-, but nothing but the hand of Jesus Christ can take the bruised soul and put it in bis bosom, bushing it with the lulla- by of heaven,. 0 brother! 0 sister! The gravestone will never be lifted from your heart until Christ lifts it. Was it not the loss of your friends, or the persecution of your enemies, or the ON erthrow of your worldly estates—was it not an earthquake that started you out to ask this stupend- ous question of my text? But I remark again, I characterize this question of the agitated. jailkeeper as hasty, urgent and immediate. He put it on the run, By the light of Ms tornh as he goes to look for the apostles behold his face, see the started look and see the earnestness.No one can doubt b,, that look that the man is in earnest. Be must have that question answered, before the earth stops rocking or perhaps he will never have it answered at all. , Is. that the way, my brother'my .sister, you, are putting this ciliation? Is it on the run? Is it hasty? Is it urgent? Is it inunecil- ate? If it is not, it will not be -answered. That is the only Mini of question that Is answered. It is the Urgent and the im- mediate question of the gospel Christ answers, A great many are asking this question, hut they drawl it out, arid there is indiffeeence in their manner as if the do not mean it. • Make it an urgent ques- tion, and then you will have it answered before an hour passes, before a° minute passes. When a man with all the earnest- ness of his soul cries out for God he finds him, and finds him right away. Oh, are there not in this house to -day those who are postponing until the last hour of living the attending to the things of the soul? I give it as my opinion that ninety-nine out of the hundred deadhead repontances amount to nothing. Of all the snores of persons mentioned as dying in the Bible, of how many :1() you read that they successtully eepented in the last itte--Vaie Wild almost NOW this 'Water as wet, and as it was Bleed.leeeelietlieaith Again Ue144".°d• no respecter of persons it hid it usual From the Smith' e Falls Record. effect on the apparel and spirit e of the crowd, Bat a ,greater damper follow- ed fa seareli of .the train revead le "I know that if I had not begun tak- ing Dr. Winiamfe Pink Pine would not bave lived much longer." These or layered by Miss MassoP, tohmeofiaacl ts tohne tbtohaer do uNlvyerCea .it) ha (eel acloinpd,litecToer dwaourgtewr were lir. Johnston mossop, or ,g ear. 'What this town, and a young lady extremely and porter of the sleeping popular among her .friends and acquaint- s blight that was on everything I It ances. Miss Mossier) had been ailing for took a few minutes to recover from it, several years, and her recovery to health $owever. the banquet was there, and is a master of general rejoicing among a crowd. of traveling newspaper men her friends, To a reporter site gave her who were writing up the country for a story as follows: "1 scareele know how Chicago paper being made dothe day rrY7 iiittess began, The test symptom was a feeline tiredoess 'upon the of the expee ted, guests, the sorrows of elightest exertion, Ti the more aristocratic pert of the crowd taw and Ibecame , were soon (hennaed in numerous glasses Then I was attacked of sparkling champagne. ' left side anti co ughed "In the meantime the Sons of Veter- first lime remedlee ens, the American Mechanics and the they did nob do any go firemen who were shut out fecen the caned- in, itild I was " feast were celebrating according to about ayear. But the any good, and their own ideas and the means provid- " ed, and it was not long till their in- nate patriotism began to rise. The captain of the Sons of Veterans, whose father bad ridden to fame and. apension in a sutler's waggon, had had his eye fixed on the Union Jack on aim arch, and with no favorable glance either. The continued refreshments reinforced the patriotism, and hints dropped by him soon took hold on the inflammable spirits of the crowd. :Roots at the old fag were followed. by shouts of "Pull it clown,' Trail it in the dust,' 'Treat it • as our forefathers did.' "It took but a few moments to get a mob together. The police also were there, but the marshal was a valiant member of the American Mechanics and. lie said he'd, be Imaged—I think that was the word—if he would make the law stand in the way of patriots. Mud ADA stones were hurled. at the British emblem till some of the Sons of Veterans appeared. with a ladder. This was hastily placed against the arch and. one of their number mounting it the Sag was torn down and, thrown to the crowd, who tore it to pieces and trampled. them in the mud. Then the mob, with cheers for their heroism, dispersed to look for more refresh- ments. "That was a pretty wild night in the city. In that particular part of the world there are numerous Canadians scattered through all the walks of life. Lawyers, doctors, politicians, contrac- tors and. lumbermen there are who, though dwelling beneath the Stars and Stripes, still retain their reverence for the old, flag which floated over the homes of their childhood, and many cc valiant son of a 'veteran, -who was boasting of the part he had taken in the Affair, ran up against, a herd Can- adian fist and, felt his courage gradual- ly evaporate under a system of reason- ing that spoke louder than words. Many of the snore sensible Americans, too, were not slow to express an opinion that the deed. reflected more disgrace on the perpetrators than on. the flag. • "Some kind of an inquiry was also instituted into the action oC the police on the occasion, but the affair was soon allowed to drop and the occurrence was apparently forgotten till it came back to use now as an example of what American patriotism amounts to." hour? Of 50? No. 014th' No. Of 30? No. 01 eo? No. Of 10? No. Of 5? No. Of 1 ---- only 1, barely 1, as IC to demonstrate the fact that there is a bare bossibility oe repenting at the last hour. But that is color left my' pale as a corpse. ith a pain in my great deal. At ere tried, bat as d.a doctor was der lies, etare for •eatreent did not was steadily 41. Col7LD isoe GO UP STAIR VG, WiT110-UT BEST* growing weaker and 'weaker. I wag -unable to go upstairs without having to sit clown anti rest when I got there, and the petit lit my side became more and more In. tense. I kept wasting away, and lost all interest in life, and at last was so low that recovery was not expected. At this juncture ray mother saw an article in a newspaper entwine the -care cf a young lady whose ease was almost itiontical wi'h my own and whose cure was duo to Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, and this prompted a trial of that medicine. By the time a couple of boxes were used there was a feeling of improvement, and I continued using the Pink Pills until I had Meets nine boxes, all the time gaining rapidly, until now I feel that I have recovered my old time health. I can now walk a long distance without being tired, nod I tun no longer troubled with that terrible pain in my side. My appetite has returned anti 1. can now oat almost as much as any member of the family, and I know that bad I not be. cun taking Pink Pins I could not bare lived, much longea " Mrs. Mamie says she cannot express the gratitude site feels toward this grand - medicine which has restored her loved daughter's health, anti will always speak of it in terms of praisa Dr, Piuk Pins are especially valuable to women. They build up the blood, restore the nerves, and eradicate those troubles which make the lives of so many women, old and Tenn& a burden. Dizziness., palpitation of the' heart, nervous headache end nervous prostrat elms speedily yield to this wonderful medicine. nay are sold only in boxes, the trade mark and wrapper printed in red ink, at CO cents a box or six boxes for $150, and may be had of druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Williams' eincli- etne Company, Brockville, Ont. A ' uilty, weak and helpless worm, n thy kind arm I fall, Bothell my strength and righteousnes My Jesus and my all. One 'Way to leeep Warm, Not all of us know that deep and forced respirations will keep the entire body in a, glow in the coldest weather, no matter how thinly one may be clad. A physician declares this to be a fact worth remembering. Be was himself half frozen to death one night and be- gan taking deep breaths and keeping the air in his lungs as long as possible. The result was that he was thoroughly comfortable in a few minutes. The deep respirations stimulate the blood current by direct muscular exertion' and cause the entire system to become pervaded with the rapidly -generated. heat. A Novel, Dessert. Put three ounces of preserved ginger, out small, into a bowl, with three dessertspoonfuls of the syrup, the well beaten yolks of four eggs and a pint of creem. Mix well and cook slowly in a double boiler until it thick- ens, which will be in about ten min- utes: remove from the fire and beat with a wire egg beater until it is nearly cold. Add two teaspoonfulls of pul- verized. sugar and an memo of gela- tine, previously dissolved in warm water enough to cover it, straining this latter. Beat until thoroughly mix- ed. and. place in a mold on ice. How and Why it Rains. Rain is an accummulation of the tiny particles of the vapor of the atmosphere into drops. These drops, first small of size, attract others of their kind andbe- come drops of such magnitude that they fail to the earth because of their weight. There is a limit to the quan- tity of water which the air is capable of absorbing and retaining as invisible vapor, Warm air is able to hold snore than cold air. Hen c envhen the air which The Prizes awarded. The final awards in the literary cent - 'petition offered by the Dr. Williams, Medicine Co., of Brookville, Ont., have just been announced. The decision as to the order of merit of the live stories selected. was left to a vote of the readers, anti that great interest Was taken in the matter is shown by the fact that 16.728 votes were recorded. "A Night on Crookbacia by Dun (Mrs. ll.. S. Snienia, Toronto), received 4,635 votes, the largest number cast and is awarded first prize. "The Lady of Beance," by Ottutas (Thos. Swift, Ottawa), comes secood with 4, 40avotes. "The Fall of York," by Allan Douglas Brodie (T. Herbert Chestnut, Toronto), takes the third with 3,004 votes. "The House of Fulalie," by Margery Tooker (eats. C. F. Fraser, Halifax, N.& ), has the fourth place with 2,300 votes. "The New Wein" by Iagoo (C. B. Reenloyside, Brantford), 2,166 votes is awarded 5th prize. The prizes are $100, $15, $60, $40, and $23. The Dr. Williams' Medicine Compare - deserves much credit for so liberally as- sisting in developing a Canadian liter- ary talent. A Jr/pates° 'Wedding Gown. In a loan exhibition opened by the Decorative Art eociety of Baltimore, one unique specimen is the unmade material for a Japanese wedding gown, the en- tire body of which is covered with sym- bolic figures, no two alike. Beginning with a black anchor at one end, which somehow represents the Commencement of life, she pattern melts into an eddying wave-like design typifying the stream of existence, which flows onward, bearing on its waters now the lotos flowers Of love and youth, and again the Storm - birds of levees' quarrels, until it oulmin- ates in a .pair of (Lucite, which signify the married life. There are some especial. ly gorgeous effects produeed by the ap- plication of gold threeds so ingeniously woven that to the eye the appearance Is entirely that of gold stamping. —Balti- more News. is saturated. with moisture becomes cold for any reason whatever, tt can no longer retain its nwistuee, A portion must, under nuh condition, accumu- late into drops. These fall to the earth in the shape of rain. For Whitening the Hands. The use of the yolk of a fresh egg, al- mond or chestnut meal, oatmeal or ban are all recommended for whiten- ing and refining the skin of the hands. They should 11 used only after the handshave been fisoroughly washed with the bet soap. For excessive per- spiration dust the hands after they are washedand dried' with powdered orris root. —New York Evening, Post: The Age of Golf, The oldest known picture of golf is in a Flemish manuscript of 1500-1520, at the British Museum. Here are seen two men putting at the hole, while hard be another is addressing himself to Ms ball tit the tree. Thus itt essentials the' genie has been -unaltered foe nearly 400 years, and probably is much older, as it needed law to put it down in 145t. Ifle I(lea Of it. Spencer.—Say, .norgeisee, your bare been in Fueope. What is the difference between a palate and a (menet", • Ferguson. —As near as I could discover, a palace is a place that's pretty etied to get in, and a ettetle is a plaee it's pretty hard to get oenof.