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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-4-16, Page 7(' CHRIST IS RISEN? i DR. TALMAGE SHOWS HOW THE NATURAL SYMPATHISES WITH THE SPIRITUAL. Language of Flowers --The Risen Christ a Prophecy of Our Own Resurrection -- Mysteries Around the Doctrine of the Resurrection Washington, April 5.—Dr. Talmage's text was I.Cor., 15, "20: "'Now is Cbirst risen from the dead and become the first fruits of them that slept." On this glorious Easter morning, amid the music and the dowert3, I give you Christian salutation. This morning. Rue- sian meeting Russian in the streets of St. Petersburg hails him with the salutation, "Christ is risen I" and is answered by his friend in salutation, "He is risen in- deed!" In some parts of England and Ire- lend,to this very day,there is the supersti- tion that on Easter morning the sun dances in the heavens; and well may we forgive such a superstition which illus- trates the fact that the natural world seems to sympathize with the spiritual. Hail! Easter morning. Flowers! Flow- ers! All of them a -voice, all of them a tongue, all of them 'full of speech to- day. I bend over one .,f the lilies and I bear it say: "Consider the lilies of the Sold, how they grow; they ,toil not, &either do they spin, yet Solomon in all bis glory was not arrayed like one of these." I bend over a rose, and it seems to whisper: "I am the Rose of Sharon." And then I stand and listen. From all sides there comes the chorus of flowers, saying: "If God so clothed the grass of the fields, which to -day is, and to -morrow is cast into the oven, shall He not much morn clothe you, 0 ye of little faith? Powers! Flowers! Braid them into the bride's hair. Flowers! Flowers! Strew them over the graves of the dead, sweet prophecy of resurrection. Flowers! FLow- era! Twist them into a garland for my Lord .Tesus on Easter morning. "Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy•Ghost; as it was in the begin- n ing, is now and ever shall be." Oh, hew bright and beautiful the flow- e rs, and how much they make me think of Christ and his,roligion, that brightens oar life, brightens our character, bright- ens society, brightens the church, bright- e ns everything! You who go with gloomy sountonanoe pretending that you are bet- ter than I am because of your lugubri- o usness, you cannot cheat me. Pretty ease you are for a man that professes to be more than a conqueror. It is not re- ligion that makes you gloomy, it is the lack of it. There is just as much religion In a wedding as in a burial, just as mach religion in a smile as in a tear. Those gloomy Christians we sometimes see are the people to whom I like to lend money, for I never see them again! The women same to the Saviour's tomb anti they dropped spices all around the tomb, and those spices wore the seed that began to grow, and from them came all the flow- ers and this Easter Morn. The two angels robed in white took hold of the stone at the Saviour's tomb and they hurled it with such force that it crushed in the IA door of the world's sepulcher and the stark and the dead must come forth. I care not how labyrinthine the mauso- leum, or how costly the sarcophagus, or however beautifully parterred the family grounds, we want them all broken up by the Lord of the resurrection. They must some out. Father and mother—they must come out. Husband and wife—they must come out. ' Our darling children— they must come out, The eyes that we close with such trembling fingers must open again in the radiance of that morn. The arms we folded in dust must join ours in an embrace of reunion. Thu voice that was hushed in our dwell- ing must be retuned. Oh, how long glome of you seem to be waiting—waiting for the resurrection, waiting! And fur these broken hearts to -day I make a soft, tool bandage out of Easter flowers. My friends, I find in the risen Christ a prophecy of our own resurrection, my feat setting forth the idea that, as Christ has risen, so His people will rise. He "the first fruits of them that slept." Be- fore I get through this morning I will walk through all the cemeteries of the dead, through all the country grave- yards, where your loved ones are buried, and I will pluck off these flowers, and I will drop a sweet promise of the gospel— a rose of hope, a lily of joy on every tomb, the wife's tomb, the father's grave, the mother's grave, and, while we celebrate the resurrection of all the good. "Christ the first -fruits of them that slept." If I should come to you this morning and ask you for the names of the great conquerors of the world you would say Alexander, Caesar, Philip, Napoleonl. Ah! my friends, you have forgotten to mention the name of a greater conqueror than all these—a cruel, a ghastly con- queror. He rode on a black horse across Waterloo and Atlanta and Chalons. the bloody hoofs crushing the hearts of na- Nou i. It is the conqueror Death. He carries a black flag, and he takes no prisoners. He digs a trench across the hemispheres and fills it with the car - lasses of nations. Fifty times would the world have been depopulated had not (hod kept making new generations. Fifty Mines the world would have swung life- less through the air --no man on the mountain, no man on the sea, an aban- doned• ship ploughing through im- mensity. Again and again has He done this work with all generations. He is a Monarch as well as a conqueror; His pal - os a sepulcher; His fhuntains the falling borers of a world. Blessed be God, in the light of this Easter morning I see. the prophecy that His seat.-er shall be broken, bond His palace shall b • demolished. The lour is coming when all who aro in'their ,graves shall come forth. Christ risen, we shall rise. Jesus "the first fruits of them that slept." Now, around the doctrine of the resurrection, there aro a great many mysteries. You come to me this morning and say: "If the bodies of the dead are to he raised, how is this and how is that?" And you ask me a thousand questions I sin incompetent to answer; but there are a great many things you believe that you are not able to explain. You would be "a very foolish man to say "I won't believe anything I can't understand." Why, putting down one kind of flower seed, comes there up a flower of this Color? Why, ,putting down another, flower steed comes there up a !lower of this color? One dower white, another, flower yellow, another flower crimson. • Why the differ - Mee when the seed looks to be very much alike? Explain these things. Explain that wart on the finger. Explain why the oak - leaf is different from the leaf of the hick- ory, Tell me how the Lord Almighty can turn the chariot of His omnipotenceon a lose -leaf, You ask me questions about the resurrection I cannot answer. I will ask you a thousand questions about every day life you cannot answer. At this Easter service I ask and answer what mayseem a novel question, but it will be found, before Iget through, a practical and useful and tremendous question: What will resurrection day do for the centuries? First, I remark, it will be their supernal beautification. At cer- tain seasons it is customary in all lands to strew flowers over the mounds of the departed. It may have been suggested by the fact that Christ's tomb was in a gar- den. And when I say garden I do not mean a garden of these latitudes. The late frosts of spring and the early frosts of autumn are so near each other that there are only a few months of flowers in the field. All the flowers we see to -day had to be petted and coaxed and put un- der shelter, or they would not have bloomed at all. They are the children of the conservatories. But at this season and through the most of the year, the Holy land is all ablush with floral opulence. ' "Well, then," you say, "how can you make out that the Resurrection Day will beautify the cemeteries? Will it not leave them a plowed up ground? On that day there will be an earthquake, and will not this split the polished Aberdeen granite as well as the plain slab that can afford but two words, 'Our Mary,' or 'Oar Charley?"' Well, I will tell you how Resurrection Day will beautify the ceme- teries. It will be by bringing up the faces that were to us once, and in our memor- ies are to us now, more beautiful than any calla lily, and the forms that are to us more graceful than any willow by the waters. Can you think of anything more beautiful than the reappearance of those from whom we have been parted. I do not care which way the tree falls in the blasts of the Judgment hurricane, or if the plowshare that day shall turn under the last rose leaf and the last china aster, if but out of the broken sod shall come the, bodies of our loved ones not damaged but irradiated. The idea of the resurrection gets easier to understand as I hear the phonograph unroll sonic voice that talked into it a year ago, just before our friend's decease. You touch the lever, and then comes forth the very tones, the very song of the person that breathed into it once but is now departed. If a man can do that, cannot Almighty God, without half try- ing. return the voice of your departed? And if He can return the voice, why not the lips, and the tongue and the throat that fashioned the voice? And if the lips and the tongue and the throat, why not the brain that suggested the words? And if the brain, why not the nerves, of which the brain is the headquarters? And if He can return the nerves, why not the mus- cles, which are less ingenious? And if the muscles, why not the bones that are less wonderful? And if the voice and the brain and the muscles and the bone, why not the entire body? If man can do the phonograph, God can do the resurrection. I find my strength in this passage: "All who are in their graves shall come forth," I do not pretend to make the ex- planation. You can go on and say: "Suppose a returned missionary dies in Brooklyn; when ho was in China his foot was amputated ; he lived years after in England, and there he had an arm amputated; he is buried in Greenwood; in the resurrection will the foot come from China, will the arhn come from England, and will the different parts of the body be reconstructed in the resur- rection? How is that possible?" Will it be the same body that in the last day shall be reanimated? Yes, but infinitely improved. Our bodies change every seven years, and yet in one sense it is the same bony. On my wrist and the seoond finger of my right hand there is a scar. I made that at twelve years of age, when disgusted at the presence of two warts, I took a red hot iron and burned them off and burned them out. Since then my body has ()hanged at least a half dozen times, but those soars prove it is the same body. We never lose our iden- tity. If God can and does sometimes re- build a man five, six, ten times, in this world, is it mysterious that He can re- build him once more, and that in the resurrection? If He can. do it ten times I think He can do it eleven times. Then, • look at the seventeen year locusts. For seventeen years gone; at the end of seven- teen years they reappear, and by rubbing the hind leg against the wing makes that rattle at which all the husbandmen and vine dressers tremble as the inseotilo host takes up the march of devastation. Resurrection every seventeen years, a wonderful fact I You say that "the human body changes every seven years, and by seventy years of age a man has had ten bodies; in the resurrection which will come up?" You say, "A man will die and his body crum- ble Into the dust, and that dust be taken up into the life of the vegetable; an ani- mal may eat the vegetable, men eat the animal; in the resurrrectIon, that body distributed in so many directions, how shall it be gathered up?" Have you any more questions of this style to ask? Come on, and ask them. I fall back upon the announcement of God's Word: "All who are in their graves shall come forth." Another consideration makes the idea of resurrection easier. God made Adam. He was not fashioned after any model. There had never been a human organism, and so there was nothing to copy. At the first attempt God made a, perfect man. He made him out of the dust of the earth. If out of ordinary dust of the earth and without a model, God could make a per- fect man, surely out of the extraordinary dust of mortal body, and with millions of models, God can make each one of us a perfect being in the resurrection. Surely the last undertaking would not be greater than the first. See the gospel al- gebra; ordinary dust minus a model equals a perfect man: extraordinary dust and plus a model equals a resurrection body. Mysteries about it? Oh, yes; but that is one reason why I believe it. It would not be much of a God who could do things only as far as I can understand. Mysteries? Oh, yes; but not more about the resurrection of your body than about its present existence.• I will explain to you the last mystery of the resurrection, and snake it as plain to you as that two and two make four, if you will tell me how your mind, which is entirely independent of your body, can act upon your body so that at your will your eyes open, or your foot walks, or your hand is extended. So I find nothing in the Bible statement concerning the resurrootion that staggers me for a mo- ment. All doubts clear from my mind. I say that the cemeteries, however beauti- ful now, will be more beautiful when the bodies of our loved ones come up in the morning of the resurrection. ' You have noticed, I suppose, in read- ing the story of the resurrection, that al- most every account of the Bible gives the idea that the characteristic of that day will be a great sound. I de not know that It will be very loud, but I know it will be very penetrating. In the mauso- leum, .. where silence has reigned a thous- and years, that voles count penetrate; In the coral cave of the deepthat voles must penetrate. Millions of spirits will come through the gates of eternity, and they will cry: "Give us back our bodies; we gave them to you 'n corruption,surrender them now in.inporruption." Hundreds of spirits hovering about the crags of Get- tysburg, for there the bodies aro buried. A hundred thousand spirits coming to Greenwood, for there the bodies are bur- ied, waiting the reunion of body and soul. "But," you say, "if this doctrine of the resurrection is true as prefigured by this Easter morning, Christ, 'tihe first fruits of them that slept,' Christ rising a prom- ise and "a prophecy of the rising of all His people, can you tell us something about the resurrection body?" I can. There are mysteries about this, but I shall tell you three or four things in re- gard to the resurrected body that are Ise- yond guessing and beyond mistake. In the first place, I remark in regard to your resurrection body; it will be a glorious body. The body we have now is a mere skeleton of what it would have been if sin had not marred and defaced it. Take the most exquisite statue that was ever made by an artist, and chip it here anti chip it there with a chisel, and batter and bruise it here and there, and then stand it out in the storms of a hundred years, and the beauty would be gone. Well, the human body has been chipped, and battered, and bruised, and damaged with the storms of thousands of years— the physical defects of other generations coining down from generation to genera- tion, we inheriting the infelicities of past generations.; but in the morning of the resurrection the body will be adorned and beautiful according to the original model, And there is no •such difference between a gymnast and an emaciated wretch in a lazaretto, as there will be a difference between our bodies as they are now and our resurrection forms. "A11 who are in their graves shall come forth." They will come up rested. The most of them lay down at the last very tired. How often you have heard them say, "I am so tired! The fact is, it is a tired world. If I should go through this audi- ence, and go around the world, I could not find a person in any style of life ig- norant of the ,sensation of fatigue. I do not believe there are fifty persons in this audience who are not tired. Your head is tired, or your hank is tired, or your foot is tired, or your brain is tired, or your nerves are tired. Long journeyings, or business application, or bereavement, or sickness has put on you heavy weight. So the vast majority of those who went out of this world went out fatigued. About the poorest place to rest is this world. Its atmosphere, its surroundings, and even its hilarities are exhausting. So God stops our earthly life, and mercifully closes the eyes, and more especially gives quiescence to the lung and heart, that have not had ten minutes' rest from the first respiration and the first beat. Under the healthful chemistry of the soil all the wear and tear of nerve and muscle and bone will be subtracted and that bath of good, fresh, clean soil will wash off the last ache, and then some of the same style of dust out of which the body of Adam was constructed may be infused into the resurrection body. How can the bodies of the human race, which have hid no replenishment from the dust since the time of Adam in Paradise, get any recuperation from the storehouse from which he was constructed without going book into the dust? That original, life-giving material having been added to the body as it once was, and all the de- fects left behind, what a body will be the resurrection body ! And will not hun- derds of thousands of such appearing above the Gowanus heights make Green- wood appear more beautiful than any June morning after a shower? The dust of the earth being the uriginal material for the reddening of the first human be- ing, we have to go back to the same place to get a perfect human body. There you will see the perfect eye after the waters of death have washed out the stains of tears and study. There you will see the perfect hand, after the knots of toil have been untied from the knuckles. There you will see the form erect and elastic, after the burdens have gone off the shoulder—the very life of God in the body. in this world the most impressive thing the most expressive things is the human face, but that face is veiled with the griefs of a thousand years; but in the resurrection morn that veil will be taken away from the face, and the noon -day sun is dull and dim and stupid com- pared with the outflaming glories of the countenances of the saved. When those faces of the righteous, those resurrected faces turn toward the gate, or look up to- ward the throne, it will be like the dawn- ing of a new morning on the bosom of everlasting day! 0 glorious, resurrected body! But I remark also in regard to that body, which you are to get in the resur- rection, it will be an immortal body. These bodies are wasting away. Some- body has said as soon as we begin to live we begin to die. Unless we keep putting fuel into the furnace the furnace dies out. The blood vessels are canals taking the breadetnffs to all parts of the system. We must be reconstructed hour by hour, day by day. Sickness and death are all the time trying to get their prey under their tenement or to push it off the embank- ment of the grave, but, blessed be God! in the resurrection we will get a body im• mortal. No malaria in the air, no cough, no neuralgic twinge, no rheumatic pains, no fluttering of the heart, no shortness of breath, no ambulance, no dispensary, no hospital, no invalid's chair, no specta- cles to improve the dim vision; but health, immortal health! 0 ye who have aches and pains indescribable this morn- ing -0 ye who are never well—O ye who are lacerated with physical distresses, let me tell you of the resurrected body, free from all disease! Immortal! In- n' ortal I nn'ortal! • . Self -Ignition of Cotton. The self -ignition of cotton waste has recently been made the subject of careful experiment. A small amount of the com- mon waste was saturated with linseed oil, was wrung out, and inclosed in a wooden box, into which was fitted a ther- mometer. Shortly afterward the temper- ature in the box, which was 70 degrees centigrade at the commencement of the experiment, rose to 173 degrees centi- grade, and the contents commenced to smoke. On opening the box the contents burst into flame. Tleaciceray on Fun. Thackeray, in one of his letters, com- ments with delight on a stray bit of talk he overheard at an ' evening party. "Speaking of a stupid place at the sea- side, Sandwich, I think, somebody said: 'Can't you have any fun there?' 'Oh, yes!' Corry replied, 'but you must take it with you.' A nice speech, I think, not only witty, but indicating a gay, cheer- ful heart, I intend to try after this, and by action and so forth get out of this morbid, dissatisfied condition," H ouscHoLd HANDY PiGEON HOLES. A Valuable Addition to Boudoir, Bedroom or Library. The principal materials required will be eight medium-sized cigar boxes. Having removed the lids, carefully strip off all labels, and glue the boxes together one on the top of the other as shown in the sketch. I suggest gluing as the neat- est and strongest method of fastening, and feminine lingers are apt to fitted the management of nails rather difficult. When these preliminaries are accom- plished, the pigeon holes should be care- fully sand -papered all over to remove any roughness; then, with some stain and varnish combined paint inside and out, applying two or three coats until a good polish is obtained. Any stain may be applied, but the dark oak, I think, looks the best. The next step is to procure a small bottle of gold paint, and decorate in some conventional pattern each side of the pigeon -boles; if this be beyond your powers, the old-fashioned spatter work applied with a soft tooth brush and comb makes excellent ornamentation. For the benefit of those who do not know how to do spatter work, I may say that it is done by dipping the tooth brush into the gold paint, and then passing the comb rapidly along it so as to "spatter" the li- quid upon the article to be decorated. If artistically done, spatter work is ex- tremely pretty. To complete your pigeon HANDY PIGEON BOLES. holes, a thin brass or bamboo rod should be run across the top. This can be pur- chased with small brackets for fixing up at very little cost. and a pretty curtain fixed with small brass rings so as to draw backwards and forwards. The curtain I have designed for my pigeon holes is of old -gold velveteen. Ahout two yards would be required, fin- ished with a narrow ball fringe the same color, and ornamented with two rows of narrow black satin ribbon sewn on in vandykes. To explain this clearly.,I have had a portion of the curtain sketched to help my readers. If further economy be desired, the curtain might be made of fine art serge, and, of course, could be carried out in any color. The ribbon or- namentation is novel and effective.—Ma- dame. He Changed His Mind. A curious case of nervous halluoina. tion is reported, says a writer in the Lon- don Telegraph. At Boredaux recently a hysterical Frenchman visited the tomb where his beloved was laid. Carrying a lighted candle and kneeling by her coffin, he exclaimed passionately: "Would I could die!" Just then the wind closed the door and extinguished the light. The bereaved lover who hail just prayed for death rushed for the door; he could not open it; he tore at it, knocked, kicked, struggled, palling loudly for help. No answer, only the utter silence and dark- ness of the tomb. His wish to die was forgotten. He sank clown and wept; his tears were not for his beloved, but for himself. He felt the pangs of hunger; he thought of his candle and out it into four parts. He ate the first quarter the first day, the second on the second day, the third on the third day, and the last quar- ter on the fourth day. No more, and he must die of starvation. He made one more desperate effort to open the door, when it suddenly opened and the keeper of the cemetery stood before him, the sunlight blinded him, and he fell from exhaustion. He had been there just four hours. Latest Toilet Sets. Lovely little cupids make the decora- tive motive of the latest toilet sets. They disport themselves on the backs of the brushes, they look slyly from the frames of the mirrors, and they prance in glee around the rims of the jewels and brush trays. In short, they are everywhere. The medium of their being is silver— silver carved in rich, heavy effects; and they thus have a definite intrinsic value sot apart from their sentimental worth. A complete outfit seen, this week is very effective. The toilet table on which It was noticed is of curly birch, and has a low oval mirror. The set consisted of all the pieces conceivable for a lady's use. There was the hand mirror and the large brush and comb. The complete manicure set, and even the . eyebrow brushes of la- ter development. There were trays and boxes for powder, as well 'as for rings and the jewels of everyday wear. And in every piece were cupids, either large or small, smiling in their own artless way. The outfit is the possession of a young bride of a few weeks, and was one of the wedding gifts. Modern Tone's Enamel. Does any one remember Mme. Rachel, who used to enamel unsatisfactory com- plexions "for one occasion" or "for life 2" There was much talk of her in her day. Those whom she enameled dared not smile, for the composition would have cracked; but at a distance, and by candle light, the effect was really extraordinary. Rome has been enameled, and the enamel is cracking unexpectedly soon. Rome is restoring to Caesar the things that are Caesar's. They are much bigger and finer things than the symmetrical, stuccoed cubes which have lately been piled up everywhere in heaven -offending masses, and one is glad to come back to them after the nightmare that has lasted twenty years, One is surprised, moreover, to find how little permanent effect has been pro- duced by the squandering of. countless millions during the building mania, be- yond a terrible destruction of trees, and certain modifications of rnatural local pe- culiarities. To. do the moderns justice, they have done no ono act of vandalism as bad as fifty, at least, committed by the barons of the Middle Ages, though they have shown very much worse taste in such new things as they have set up 3n the place, the old.—Century. MISSLCO T S PHILOSOPHY. T Author of "Little Women" Wrote ''hat Women Need a Religion of Their Own. Lettere written at intervals during the last few *ears of Louisa M, Aloott's life to five "little girl friends," edited by Edward W. Bok, are printed, for the first time, in April Ladies' Home Journal. The author of "Little Women" in, these letters chats with delightful freedom about her work, her cares, her early struggles and influences, and of her re- ligious faith. In writing to one of her "little girls" who had just lost a sister —one of the five correspondents of earlier years—Miss Alcott says with character- istic charm and loving candor:— "* ' I think you need not worry about any name for your faith, but simply try to be and do good, to love virtue in oth- ers, and study the lives of those who are truly worthy of imitation, Women need a religion of their own, they are called upon to lead a quiet, self-sacrificing life with peculiar trials, needs and joys, and it seems to me that a very simple one is fitted to us whose hearts are usually more alive than heads, and whose hands are tied in many ways. Health of body helps health of soul; cheerful views of all things keep up the courage and brace the nerves. Work for the mind must be had, or daily duty becomes drudgery, and the power to enjoy higher things is lost, Change of scene Is sometimes salvation for girls or women, who outgrow the place they are born in, and it is their ditty to go away, even if it is to harder work, for hungry minds prey on them- selves, and bodies suffer fur escape from a too pale or narrow life. I have felt this and often gone away from Concord to teach, which I never liked, because there was no food for my mind in that small conservative town, especially since Mr. Emerson died. Food, fire and shelter are not all that women need, and the noble discontent that asks for more should not be condemned, but helped if possible. At twenty-one I took my little earnings ($20) and a few clothes, and went to seek my fortune, though I might have sat still and been supported by rich friends. All those hard years wore teaching me what I afterward put into the books, and so I made my fortune out of my seeming misfortune. I speak of myself because what one has lived one really knows and so can speak honestly." A Pretty Lounge Wrap. A pretty wrap to keep on a lounge or divan, ready for instant use, is shown by the sketch. It is made of figured old -rose silkoline lined with the same material in a harmonizing shade of mottled blue. There is a light interlining of wadding, which is tasked in place with occasional A LOUNGE ivilAP. knots of old -rose silk. Around the edge is a border of coarse, durable ecru lace, slightly fulled. The finished wrap is two yards long and not quite as wide. such covers ars light, warm and com- fortable, and ornamental. When not in use they may he folded, or prettily draped over any unoccupied part of the lounge. Blanket for an Infant's Carriage. A blanket for an infant's carriage may be very simply made of ivory -white mer- ino, cashmere or French flannel. Line with silk, and if extra warmth is re- quired, interline with wadding. Em- broider across the top, in the natural col- ors a cluster of pink clover blossoms. Mark the edge with' spool -sized scallop, and embroider in buttonhole -stitch with ivory-whito Roman floss. •A ruffle of lace two or three inches deep set all about the edge will 'be an effective addition. Another of similar material might be preferred in some delicate tint embroi- dered in white roses or white clover blos- soms. This blanket might be hound about the edge with wide white ribbon, A simpler crib cover or carriage blanket than those given above may be made of fine white scrim. Hemstitch a hem about the edges and draw threads a little dis- tance from the hemstitching deep enough to allow of au inch (or wider) pink satin ribbon in and out between the remaining threads. Tor the Baby. A pretty and unique counterpane for a baby's crib may be made of smali em- broiderad linen or muslin handkerchiefs. Baste them, diamond -wise, on a founda- tion of blue or pink chambray or linen, so that the tips of the scalloped edges just meet, and feather -stitch them to the foundaticn with Asiatic filo matching the tint of the foundation. A sufficient number of the handker- chiefs may be out in two squares on the edges, and a ruffle of muslin embroidery may be added as a finish to the edge. A handsome crib cover could be made of the little silk handkerchiefs which may often be bought at a dollar a dozen. Tinted ones would be very pretty. Where silk handkerchiefs are used, China silk thou d be substituted for chambray as a lining, and lace should finish the edge. Telegraphing Through Space, The possibility of telegraphing through space, which was fully demonstrated last year by W. H. Preece, has been turned to account in a most effective way for main- taining communication between the mainland and the Fastnet light house,on the southwest coast of Ireland. Formerly, the difficulties of carrying a telegraph ca- ble up an exposed rook, where it was sub- ject to constant chafing, were almost in- superable. The non -continuous system is now used, and works admirably. The (sable terminates in the water 60 yards off, and the electric currents sent from the shore find their way through' tits distance to two bare wires that dip into the sea from the rock. How to Clean Hid Gloves. Clean kid gloves with naphtha; put them on the hands, rub with flannel dipped in naphtha,' and then wipe dry with a clean piece of white flannel. Re- move the gloves and hang them up in the air. The first steps in renovating are un- interesting, but must be done: wall or the after results will be far from satisfactory. Silk embroidery may be cleaned with a owners -hair brush and spirits of wine. Prepare to do the task well or do not commence it. Be careful • of explosive tieaming fluids, like benzine, naphtha or &Isobel. Always air goods after cleaning them in a fluid of strong color. ` TIE MYSfEFT O 1'ATN. WHAT ARE. ITS CAUSES AND WHY ,. IS IT PERMITTED! The Great Work That is Being Done by Bright Minds in AlleAating Human Suffering --A Case Affording a Striking Illustration. Frim the Erin Advocate. From the time when man first, peopled the earth down to the present day, the mystery of pain 'has filled all hearts with wonder and terror. What are its causes, why is it permitted, and what are its uses in the great economy of nature? All these questions men have asked of them- selves and of one another, but the ques- tion has found no solution. All that can be done is to devise ways of relieving physical suffering, and bright minds have assisted tender 'hearts in bringing aid to the afflicted. All the vast resources of nature's laboratory have been pressed into service to the end that tortured bod- ies might have surcease from anguish, and know the peace that only health can bring. And what more natural than that these poor victims of disease thus re- leased from suffering should desire {o aid in the extension of the knowledge of the- means whereby they have been benefit- ed? Such a one is Miss Drusoillia Shingler, of Erin, Ont., who tells a tale of pain en- Casted through weary years, and of final relief and cure through the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, the greatest meal - eine of the age. Miss Shingler says; Twelve years ago I became afflicted with rheumatism, from which I have suffered greatly. Two years later this trouble was aggravated by a growth which started in the throat, and which each year became larger and larger, until it finally became so bad that I could hardly obtain any sleep, as when I would lie down it would fill my throat, causing a feeling of suffo- cation. What I suffered is almost beyond description, and all the medical aid I had did me no good, and. I was told that I could only hope for relief :lir ugh the medium of an operation, I dreaded such a course and declined undergoing the op- eration. All this time the ,rheumatism was taking a firmer hold upon my sys- tem, and I felt like giving up in despair, I lost the power of my limbs and my hands got so badthat I could scarcely hold anything. At this stage a friend, who from personal experience had strong faith in Dr. Williams' Pink Pills, bought me a supply and urged me to try them. I thought I felt an improvement after I had used a little more than a box, and after using them for a few weeks there was no longer room to doubt that they were helping me. I was taking the Pink Pills in the hope of finding relief from the rheumatism, but to my great joy I found that the medicine was' not only driving this painful malady from my system, but was also driving away the• growth in my throat. The result was: that after I bad used about a dozen boxes of Pink Pills I was completely oured, and, although a considerable time has now elapsed, I have not had a recurrence of either trouble, and am enjoying the best of health. For the help my state- ment may be to others, I am only too glad to add my testimony to the long list of wonderful cures, such as mine, that have been wrought by the use of Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. This greatest of nineteenth century medicines positively cures all troubles arising from a disordered or weak state of the blood, or shattered nerves. If you are feeling weak or depressed, Dr. Williams' Pink Pills act as a prompt tonin, and if seriously ill no other remedy can so promptly restore you to health and strength. The genuine Pink Pills are put up in wooden boxes, the wrapper round which bears the full trade mark, "Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People." Do not be persuaded to take some sub- stitute. A FInsband's Confession. I am minded to write a few lines on the courtesies of life, that some of us who husbands and wives seem to have forgotten, or purposely set aside, since the clays of our honeymoon We clung to them tenaciously enough before—yes, we gloried in them. I know I used to tip my • hat in the most graceful and courteous manner to my ,wife, when I chanced to meet her on the street before we were married. Sometimes, I confess it with shame, 1 don't do it now. I used, in those "politer" days, to think that she could not, under any circumstances, go up- stairs' without a good deal of my arm for support, and now—well, sometimes I bolt on ahead of her, and she says, re- provingly, "Here, sir, you're a gallant husband to let hue go upstairs unass- isted." Then I always go back and do my duty in this respect. Wives cling longer than husbands to all the gentle little courtesies that were never forgotten in the halcyon days of their courtship: but they, too, forget at times some of the little things that made them so charming in'the eyes of Tom, or John, or Will, Why shouldn't we say, "I beg your pardon," or "excuse me," and "thank you," to each other, as well as to other men and women? The lack of these little courtesies and kindnesses has much to do with the lack of harmony and hap- piness in many homes.. Bis Thoughts.. "A penny for your thoughts, said Miss.Rioketts, playfully, to Mr. Gilder- sleeve. "They are worth far more than that, Miss Ricketts," replied theyonung man, "for 1 was thinking of you." When he proposed, a'little later, she didn't say a word about it being so sud- den -Detroit Free Press: A Hint to Housekeepers, A housekeeper asks: "What is the sim- plest way to keep jelly from molding on top?'' If you shut a small boy up in the pan- try fora few minutes it may do some- thing towards it. 9