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EXILE OF' THE SAVIOR
CHRIST'S EARTHLY EXPERIENCES
SET,TO A NEW TUNE.
Started in Poverty and Ended in Aomori.
nation—Rev. Dr. Talmage Bespeaks for
the Imperial Exile the Love and Service
et .All Who Are Par Prom Rome.
Washington, April 26.—It is wonder-
ful to how many times the gospel may
be set Dr. Tahnage's sermon to -day shows
another way in which the earthly experi-
ence of our Lord is set forth His text
was II Samuel, xv,17: "And the king
went forth and tarried in a place which
was far oft"
Far up and far back in the history of
heaven there came a period when its most
Illustrious citizen was about to absent
Himself. Ho was not going to sail from
beach to beach. We have often done that
Be was not going to put out from one
hemisphere to another hemisphere. Many
of us have done that. But He was to
mail from world to world, the spaces un-
explored and the immensities untraveled
No world has ever hailed heaven, and
heaven has never hailed any other world.
I. think that the windows and the baleen,
Iles were thronged, and that the pearly
beach was crowded with those who had
some to see Him sail out of the harbor
O light into the ocean beyond. Out and
out and out and on and on and on and
down and down and down Re sped, until
one night, with only one to greet Him,
when. He arrived, His disembarkation so
unpretending, so quiet, that it was not
known on 'earth until the excitement in
the cloud gave intimation to the Bethle-
hem rustics that something grand and
glorious had happened. Who comes
there? From what port did He sail?
Why was this the place of His destina-
tion? I question the shepherds. I ques-
tion the camel drivers. I question the
angels. I have found out He was an
exile. But the world bad, plenty of ex -
ilea. Abraham, an exile from Harani,
Jolin, an exile from Ephesus; Kos.
sneak°, an exile from Poland; Man.
aim, an exile from Rome; Emmet, an
exile from Ireland; Victor Hugo, an exile
from Hungary. But this One of whom I
speak to -day had such resounding fare-
well and came into such chilling recep-
tion—for not even a hostler went outwith
his, lantern to light Him in --that Re is
motet() be celebrated than any other ex-
patriated exile of earth or heaven.
First, I remark that Christ was an im-
perial exile. He got dmf off a throne,
He took off a tiara. Ho closed a palace
gate behind Him. His family were
jpriuces and princesses. Vashti was
turned out of the throne -room by Ahasu-
erns David was dethroned by Absalom's
infamy The five kings were hurled into
a cavern by Joshua's courage Some of
the Henrys of England and some of the
Louis of France were jostled, on their
thrones by discontented subjects But
Christ was never more honored or more
popular, or more loved than the day He
left heaven Exiles have suffered severely,
but Christ turned Himself out from the
throne -room into a sheep pen and down
from the top to the bottom He was not
pushed off Be was not manacled for
foreign transportation. He was not put
out because they no more wanted Him
in celestial domain, but by choice depart-
ing and descending into an exile Ave
times as long as that of Napoleon at St
Helena and one thousand times worse;
the one exile suffering for that he had
destroyed nations, the other exile suffer-
ing because He came to save a world.
An imperial exile King eternal "Bless-
ing and honor and glory and power be
unto Him that sitteth upon the throne"
But I go farther and tell you Ho was
an exile on a barren island Ths world is
one of the smallest islands of light in the
ocean of immensity Other stellar king-
donis are many thousand times larger
than this Christ came to this small Pat -
mos of a world When exiles are sent out
they are generally sent to regions that
are sandy or cold or hot—some Dry Tor;
tugas of disagreeableness Christ came as
an exile to a world scorching with heat
and bitter with cold, to deserts simoon
swept, to a howling wilderness It was
the back dooryard, seemingly, of the uni-•
verse Yea, Christ came to the poorest
• part of this barren island of a world—
Asia Minor, with its intense smnmers,
unfit for the residence of a foreigner and
in thearainy season unfittor the residence
of a native Christ came not to such a
land as America, or England, or France,
or Germany, but to a land one-third of
the year drowned, another third of the
year burned up and only one-third of the
year just tolerable Oh! it was the bar-
ren island of a world. Barren enough
for Christ, for it gave such small worship
and such inadequate affection and such
little . gratitude Imperial exile on the
barren island of a world
I go farther and tell you that He was
an exile in a hostile country Turkey was
never so much against Russia, France
was never so much against Germany, as
this earth was against Christ It took
Him in through the door of a stable It
thrust Him out at the point of a spear
The Roman Government against Him,
with every weapon. of its army, and every
decision of its courts, and every beak of
its wax eagles For years after His arrival
the only question was how best to put
Him oat Herod hated Him; the, high
priests hated Him; the Pharisees hated
Him; Judas Iscariot hated Him; Gestas,
the dying thief, hated Him The whole
earth seemingly turned into a detective to
watch His steps And yet he faced this
ferocity Notice that most of Christ's
wounds were in front Some scourging
on the shoulder, but most of Christ's
wounds were in front He was not on re-
treat when he expired Face to face with
the world's sin Face to face with the
world's woe, His eye on the raging
countenances of his foaming antagonists
when he expired When the cavalry officer
roweled his steed so that he might come
nearer up and see the tortured visage of
the suffering, exile, 'Christ saw it When
the spear was thrust at His side, and
• when, the hammer was lifted for His Sect,
and when the reed was raised to strike
• deeper down the spikes of thorn, Christ
watched the whole procedure When His
hands were fastened to the cross, they
were wide open still with benediction
Mind you, His head was not fastened He
could lilok to the right and He could look
to the left, andHe could look up, and He
could, look, down He saw when the
spikes had, been driven home, and the,
hard,' round iron heads were in the palms
of His hands Re saw them as plainly as
you ever saw anything in the palms of
your hands No ether, no chloroform, no
Merciful anaesthetic to dull or stupify;,
but, wide awake, Be saw the obscuration
of the heavens, the unbalancing of the
rook •the countenances quivering with
'rocks
,,me
• /4d the cachinnation diabolic Oh,
W ,
It was the hostile es well as the barren
Wand of a world!
I go farther and tell you that this exile
was far from home It is 95,000,000
miles from here to the sun and all astron-
omers agree in saying • that our solar
system is only one of the smaller wheels
of the. greatemachinery of the .univerae,
turning around some one great center so
far distant it is beyond all imagination
and calculation, and if, as some think,
that great center in • the distance is
heaven, Christ came far from home when
He came here. Have you ever thought of
the home -sickness of Christ? Some of
you know what home -sickness is when
you have been only a few weeks absent
from the domestic circle Chirst wee 88
years away from home Some of you feel
home -sickness when you. are 100 or 1,000
miles away from the domestic circle
Christ was more million miles away from
home than 'you could count if all your
life you did nothing but count You
know what it is to be homesick even
amid pleasant surroundings, but Christ
slept in huts, and He was athirst, and He
was a -hungered, and He was on the way
from being born in another man's barn
to being buried in another man's grave.
I have read how the Swiss, when they
are far away from their native country,
at the sound of their national air get so
home -sick that they fail into melancholy
and sometimes they die under the home-
sickness. But, oh, the home -sickness of
Christ. Poverty home -sick for celestial
riches. Persecution homesick for hosan.
nu. Weariness homesick for rest. Home-
sick for angelic and archangelic compan-
ionship. Home -sick to 'get out of the
night and the storm and the Wiald's ex-
ecration. Homesickness will make a
week seem as long as a month, and it
seems to me that the three decades of
Christ's residence on earth 'must have
seemed to Him almoet Interminable. You
have often tried to measure the other
pangs of Christ but you have never tried
to measure the magnitude and ponderos-
ity of a Savior's home -sickness.
X take a step farther and tell you that
Christ was in an exile which he knew
would end n assassination. Holman
Hunt, the master painter, has a picture
in which he represents Jesus Christ in
the Nazarene, carpenter shop, Around
him are the saws, the hammers, the axes,
the drills of carpentry, The picture re-
presents Christ as rising from the car-
palter's working bench and wearily
stretching out His arms as one will after
being in a contracted, or uncomfortable
posture, and the light of that picture is
so arranged that the arms of Christ,
wearily stretched forth, together with
his body, throw on the wall the shadow
of the cross. Oh, my friends, that
shadow was on everything in Christ's
lifetime. Shadow of a cross on the Beth-
lehem swaddling clothes; shadow of a
cross on the road over which the three
fugitives fled into Egypt; shadow of a
cross on Lake Galilee as Christ walked
its mosaic floor of opal and emerald and
crystal; shadow of a cross on the road to
Emmaus; shadow of a cross on the brook
Kedron, and on the temple, and on the
side of Olivet; shadow of a cross on sun -
wit, and O'Connell's eloquence, ante
Edmund Burke's statemanship, and
O'Brien's rill Another Patmos
ABOUT HATS. MUSiIROOMS AND TOADSTOOLS. ROPE WAS ABANDONED.
CP, gli andLow Crowns Wi I be wore
with its apocalypse of blood. Yet you •
•
cannot think of it to -day without having ! The "Du Barry" a round hat of rough
your eyes blinded with emotion, for Plait and fancy silver gray straw The
sleep in graves,
some crown is low and flat, and disappears be -
there your ancestors s
, of which they entered for lack of bread. I meth a trimming of fancy ribbon printed
speak the love and the service of all, on
mhislefatdisriidtpee rwyithof awvheitery ending
Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are from nlarge
Germany, the land of Luther, and some of the same substance, which forms the
of you are from Italy, the land of Geri-
rbase of a black and white aigrette and
two white "colonel" aigrettes Beneath
baldi, and some of you are from France,.
the land of John Calvin, one of the three the brim is a twist and a large bow of
mighties of the glorious Reformation. I white tulle is on each side
• A small toque is called ttrlequinette It
Some of you are the descendants of the''
Puritans, and they were exiles, and some is composed ' of comets of black straw
of you are descendants of the uguenots, sewed together and alternating with nar-
row braids of jet spangles The crown is
and they were exiles, and some of you
ate descendants of the Holland refugees,
bo- black, silver tmy and white Above
For this royal exile of my sermon 1
end they were exiles. •
Some of you were born on the banks of
the Yazoo or the Savannah, and you, are!
now living in this latitude; scone of
you on the banks of the Kennebec 'or at
the foot of the Green mountains, and
you are here now • some of you on the,
prairies of the West or the tablelands,
and you are here now. Oh, how many
of us far away from home! All of us
exiles. This is not our home. Heaven
is our home. Oh, I am so glad when the
royal exile went back He left the gate
ajar or left it wide open. "Going
home!" That is the dying exclamation
of the majority of Christians. I have
seen many Christians die. I think nine
out of ten of them iu the last moment
say. "Going home." Going home out of
banishment arid sin and sorrow and sad-
ness. going home to join in the hilarit-
les of our parents and our dear children
who have already departed Going home
to Christ. Going home to God. Going
home to stay. Where are your loved
ones that died in Christ? You pity them.
Ah, they ought to pity you ! You are
an exile far from home They are home
Oh, whltt a time It will be for you when
the gatekeeper of heaven shall say, "Take
off that rough sandal The journey's
ended Put down that saber The bat-
tle's won Put off that iron coat of
mail and put on the robe of conqueror"
At that gate of triumph I leave you to-
day, only reading• three tender cantos
translated from the Italian Ti you ever
heard anything sweeter, I never did, al-
though I cannot adopt all its theology:
'Twas whispered one morning in heaven
How the little child angel May,,
In the shade of the great white portal,
Sat sorrowing night and day;
How she said to the stately warden,
He of the key and -bar:
"Oh, angel, sweet angel, I pray you
Set the beautiful, gates ajar,
Only a little, Ipray you,
Set the beautiful gates ajar
"I can hear my mother weeping,
She is lonely; she cannot see
A glimmer of light in the darkness
When the gates shut after me
Oh, turn me the key sweet angel
The splendor will shine so far"
But the warden answered "I dare.not
Set the beautiful gates ajar".
rise and sunset. Constantine, marching Spoke low and. answered "I dare not
with his army, saw just once a cross in Set the beautiful gates ajar"
the sky, but „Christ saw the cross all the
. Then up rose Mary the blessed
time.
Sweet Mary the mother of Christ
On a rough journey we cheer our- Her hand on the hand of the angel
selves with the fact that it will end in She laid and her touch sufficed
warm hospitality, but Christ know that
Turned was the key in the portal
his rough path would end at a defoliaged
tree, without one leaf and with only two
branches, bearing fruit of such bitterness
as no human lips had ever tasted. Oh,
what an exile, starting in an infancy
without any cradle and ending in assas-
sination! Thirst without any water, day strata-11ton Up.
without any sunlight. The doom of a Stand up straight, boys and girls, and
desperado for more than angelic excel- whether 'walking or at rest hold your
lence. For what that expatriation and head well up, with chin drawn slightly
that exile? 'Worldly good. sometimes in and shoulders thrown back. Why?
comes from a worldly evil. The awl- Because man was made In the image
dental glance of a sharp blade from a of God, and moreover is his noblest work,
razor grinder's wheel put out the eye of and should be es nearly perfect In figure
Fell ringing the golden bar
And bun the little child's fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar
In the little child's angel fingers
Stood the beautiful gates ajar.
Gainbetta and excited sympathies which
gained him an education and started him
on a career that made his name more
majestic among Frenchmen than any
other name in the last 20 years. Haw-
thorne, turned out of the office of collec-
tor at Salem, went home in despair.
His wife touched him on the shoulder and
said, "Now is the time to write your
book," and his famous. Scarlet Letter fact, so many walk along in such an
*as the brilliant consequence. ' unmanly style that when an erect young
Worldly good sometimes comes from fellow strides by people turn around to
worldly evil. Then 'be not unbelieving look at hire. Everyone admires a man
when I tell you thmit from the greatest or woman of erect hearing, though only
crime of all eternity and. of the whole a few comparatively are fully erect.
universe, tire murder of tire Son of; I remember once being in a manufac-
God, there shall come results which shall tiring building in the morning before
eclipse all the grandeurs of eternity past the starting bell had rung. At one of the
and eternity to come. Christ, an exile windows there were a number of young
from heaven opening the way for the de- men and women, evidently watching for
portation toward heaven and to heaven of someone, and the someone proved to be a
all those who will accept the proffer young man fully six feet tall, who just
Atonement, a ship large enough to take then made his appearance away up the
all the passengers that will come aboard it street. They watched for him every morn -
For this royal exile I bespeak the love ing. They liked to note his splendid fig -
and service of all the exiles here present, ura his upright carriage, his easy swing -
and, in one sense or the other, that in- ing walk and his good-natured, pleasant
eludes all of us. The gates of this con- face. As he came near, I recogized in
tinent have been so widely opened that him a friend whom I had often met in
there are here many voluntary exiles from the militia armory and gymnasium. You
other lands Some of you are Scotch- see, he made use of his military training
In every day life, and he not only looked
well by reason of it but he 'felt well.
One is bound to feel well as soon as he
begins to 'practise throwing back his
shoulders and breathing freely. There is
a saying, you know, that "it Is hard to
teach an old dog. new tricks," and some
people tell us that it is stil harder to
color it makes one think of the blood of teach new things -to inembears of the ha—
the covenanters who signed their names man family who are once settled in their
for Christ dipping their pens into the way. So young people, begin young,
veins of their own arms opened for that being to -morrow morning, as soon as you
purpose. How every fiber of your nature rise. Step out where you can get fresh
thrills as I mention the names of Robert.
Brace and the Campbells and Coch-
ranes. I bespeak for this royal exile of
my text the love and the service of all
Scotch exiles. Some of you are English-
men. Your ancestry served the Lord.
Have I not read of the sufferings of the
Rayinarket? And have I not seen in
Oxford the very 'spot where Ridley and
Latimer mounted the red chariot? Some
of your ancestors heard doorge Whitefieldthunder,
thunder, or heard Charles Wesley 'sing,
or heard John Bunyan tell his dream of
the celestial, city, and the cathedrals
under the shadow of which some of you
were born had in. their grandest organ
roll the name of the Meesiah.
I bespeak for the royal exile of my ser-
mon the love and the service of all Eng-
lish exiles. Yes, some of you came from
the island of distress over which hunger,
on a throne of human skeletons, sat
queen. All efforts at amelioration halted
by massacre. Procession of famines,
procession of Martyrdoms marching from
northern channel to Cape Clear and from
the Irish sea across to the Atlantic. An
island not bound as geographers toll us,
but as every philanthropist ' knows—
bounded on the north and the south and
the east and the west by woe which no
human politics can alleviate and only
Almighty God can assuage. Laud of
Goldsmith'e rhythm,. and of Sheritiann
as may be.
Do you not remember having read of
Daniel Webster, who was said to have
been the most perfectly built man in the
Senate, as "the god -like Webster?" Take
notice as you walk along the streets how
many young men are stoop -shouldered.
See how many strong, middle-aged men
are beginning to walk like old men. In
men I see it in your high cheek bones
and in the color that illumines your face
when I mention the land of your nativ-
ity Bonny Scotland! Dear old kirk!
Some of your ancestors sleeping in Grey-
friars' churchyard, or by the deep lochs
filled out of the pitchers of heaven, or
under the heather sometimes so deep ot
•
outdoor air, drop your hands by your
sides, lift your shoulders well up and
back and slowly exhale and inhale breath
dreeply, 10 or 15 times. Then go through
a few quick, light movements in calis-
thenic drill or with light dumb bells or
clubs and—straighten up. This will start
you all right for the day, and all through
the day keep it in mind that you are to
stand erect when you stand, and sit erect
when you sit. It will require Only a few
days 'of application on the subject to get
you into the habit of walking and stand-
ing erect
• Old Ribbons.
Ribbons are to be extremeiy fashionable
again, and already they are being put to
new purposes in a way of trimming for
evening and other smart dresses, while
at the same time milliners are once more
resorting to them. It is principallyowing
to the sudden reaction in favor of a sim-
pler style of hat for ordinary wear that
ribbons are to the fore again at the mil-
liner's!r' For the sailor -shaped silk bat
tind the smooth felt Amazon hat turned
up at the side,' ribbon trimmings are re-
quired to compose the decoration, with
the addition of quail or cook's plumes, or
sometimes a large bunch of flowers. The
ribbon is banded round the crown and ar.
Imaged in simple bows on one side.—
Boston Times.
Rules by Which Food Can be Distinguished
Prom rot so n.
The common mushroom never grows
in the woods Remembering this, the
collector, nvill not eat supposed mush-
rooms found in the woods, and may thus
save his family the unpleasant necessity
of a coroner's inquest The gills of the
common mushroom are pink or dark.'
brownish purple, but can be distinguished
only by accurate knowledge of their indi-
vidual appearance A large 'germs, the
lactarius, is known by its exuding milk
when the stems or caps are broken Many
of this species are esculent None of them
is poisonous, several of them are large,
white and showy; with two exceptions,
they grow from the ground, and are
found in the woods in large quantities,
tasting, one is disposed to think that
spontaneous combustion has moaned. in
the mouth, but it loses its fiery qualities
on cooking, and, though it is a coarse
species, is much more tender and savory
than many of the vegetables we eat
• Here let me say that in cooking all va-
rieties of mushrooms, they should be '
cooked precisely as is the oyster The time
of cooking should be determined by the
consistency of the variety Salt, pepper,
and butter are .the only necessaries as
seasoning, and the aim should be to pre-
serve as nearly as possible a natural fla-
vor It is culinary heresy to soak 'them
with gravies or smother them with for-
eign flavors
HAT OF SILVER GRAY STRAW.
high and conical, Time brim is trimmed
up like a three cornered cocked hat On
the left side are three black couteau
feathers, caught in a buckle of jet and
stress On the right side of the crown are
two =Amu feathers, falling over the
hair and kept in place by a jewelled but-
ton
A larger toque is of gold -colored loose -
straw called the "Toque Pie" The crown
is very low and very broad, scalloped at
the upper part and something like a
baretta in shape The brim, which is
comparatively small, is of black coarse
plait straw, edged with gold colored
straw It is trimmed with two bouillonnes
of frilled tulle, one white and tire other
black On the crown are a pair of mag-
pies' wings fixed as an aigrette joined to
other wings, lower down, by a frilling of
black and white tulle Beneath the brim
are two small bunches of magpies' feath-
ers falling over the hair
GAY PARIS FASHIONS.
Green the Prevallin g Tone in All Costumes
Pale russet, and cedar browns, and
dull, soft grays, just the shades seen on,
the branches of the trees, through which
the new life is now coursing madly It's
a marvelous tiring to be young and able
to enjoy all these beauties; to be sure,
those older can enjoy, too, but it is in a
sort of a past tense, and not with the
same gladness the young heart feels at
every returning spring It's a divine
pleasure to walk along the sunny street,
hearing the birds overhead, and drinking
in great draughts of the lovely new air
And then the happiness of feeling one's
self gowned in perfect keeping with the
season, and not a blot upon the landscape
It's a wonderful season, this, for smart
gowns I am sure I never saw so ninny
displayed at one time If I had not
promised to tell you of them I should
not try to distinguish one from
the other, but just enjoy them en
masse Let me see I think a gown of
Delft blue cloth impressed me most It
had a perfectly plain skirt, and a bodice
most difficult to describe with the pen
There was a Spanish jacket of cloth,
cut straight across tire back just below
the shoulders, to show a wide Empire
sash of black satin In front was a vest
of white pelissed crepe, finely pleated,
bloused over the belt, and was strapped
across with blake satin ribbon, one- half
' inch wide, which joined the sides of the
wide silk girdle, which was out out in
a sharp point at the front
Inside of the cloth jacket was a jacket
of cream lace, edged with a frilled pleat-
ing of the plissed crepe; this hung quite
separate from the cloth There was also a
full collar of this lace and pleating stand-
ing 'like a ruche within the cloth collar,
which flared oat like the Marie Antoi-
nette style The sleeves were quite full
at the top, and were gored to fit the lower
arm smoothly, with overlapped and
stitched seams There were slashings at
the waist, to admit a lot of crepe lime
frills With this fanciful gown was worn
black suede gloves, and a huge hat of
soft black woven straw, all glittering
with gold threads There were tall clumps
of black ostrich feathers on the top, and
nosegays of roses underneath the brim
Then I saw a gown from Meyer's
Nelson of dove -colored mohair, so silky
as to deceive one into thinking it silk
The wide skirt was drawn smoothly away
from the front and massed in godets at
the bank Across the front breadth rested
an artistic arrangement of heavy gray
silk, cord, caught up into a bunch of
loops, and fastened with big cut steel
buttons
The jacket was beautifully curved, and
rippled out smartly over the hips There
was a half-inch wide band of gray velvet
set along the edge, quite fiat, with a sil-
ver cord as a finish 4. similar arrange-
ment of, cord to that of the skirt decor-
ated the revers of the coat, while the
wide collar, faced with velvet, flared up
about the ears A stock of black satin
was all that could be seen of the bodice
The sleeves were big at the tops and
smooth below,„ curving into a boll shape
at the wrist, with an immense bell of
velvet
There was a fetching hat worn with
this gown, of reseda green straw, high of
crown and wide of brim, knocked up at
one side, filled in with masses of dainty
field flowers, and worn tipped low over
the eyes A soft scarf of corn yellow crepe
encircles the drown, and stands in tall
loops at the side
The tamest Diseases.
"I hear that the young doctor is get-
ting all the practice He must be a weir-
der"
"Oh, 1 don't think he is any abler
than the old one; but, `you see, the old
doctor's specialty lay in• liver, complaint.
and dyspepsia, and the new one treat -
bicycle diseases"
•
Her nut.
The minister's eyes swept with intense
searching the apathetic faces of his stylish
worldly congregation He had made an
impassioned appeal for help in the sup-
port of a little mission church among the
mountains—a section where rough men
and women knew scarcely anything of
God and the religion of Christ He had
hoped to inspire the people 'with the spirit
of giving, to make them feel that it was
a sweet, blessed privilege, and—he had
failed A sense of desolation crept over
him
"God help me!" his lips murmured
mutely He could not see the bent figure
of little crippled Maggie in the rear of
the church—a figure that was trembling
under the fire of his appeal
"Lord Jesus," the little one was saying
brokenly, "1 an't got notin' ter give; I
want the people in the mountains ter
hear 'bout my Savior 0, Lord, I ain't
got nothin" ter—"
What was it that made that child catch
her breath as though a cold hand bad
taken hold of her heart? "Yes you have,
Maggie," whispered a voice from some-
where; "you've got your crutch, your
beautiful crutch what was give ter you,
an' is worth a lot o' shinin' dollars You
kin give up your bes' frien' what helps
you ter git into the park where the birds
sing, an' takes you ter preachin', and
makes your life happy"
"0, no, Lord," sobbed the child, chok-
ing and shivering "Yes, yes, I will He
gives, up more'n that fer nae"
Blindly she extended the nolislaed
crutch and placed it in the hand of the
deacon who was taking up the 'scanty
collection For a moment the man was
puzzled; then comprehending her mean-
ing, he carried the crutch to the front of
the pulpit The minister stepped down
from the rostrum and held up the crutch
with shaking hand The sublimity of
the renunciation unnerved him so that he
could not speak for a moment
"Do you see it, my people," he faltered
at last; "little crippled Maggie's crutch
—all that she has to make her life com-
fortable? She has given it to the Lord,
and you—"
There was a moment of silence The
people flushed and moved restlessly in
their cushioned pews
"Does any one want to contribute to
the mission cause the amount of money
this crutch would bring, and give it back
to the child who is helpless without?"
the minister asked gravely
"Fifty dollars," came in husky tones
from the banker
"Twenty-five"
"One hundred"
And so the subscribing went on, until
papers equivalent to six hundred dollars
were lightly plied over the crutch on the
tab
, you have found your hearts—
thank God Let us receive the benedic-
tion," almost whispered the minister as
he suddenly extended his hands which
were trembling with emotion Little
Maggie, 'absorbed in the magnitude of
her offering and the love that had
prompted it comprehended nothing that
had taken place She had no thought of
the future, of how she would reach her
humble" home, or of the days in which
sire would. sit helpless in her chair as the
had once done Christ had demanded her
all, and she had given it, with the blind
unquestioning faith of an Abraham She
understood no. better when a woman's
arms drew her into a close embrace, and
soft lips whispered in her ear: "Maggie,
dear,your crutch has made six hundred
dollars for the mission church among
the mountains and has come back to
stay with you again Take it little one"
Like a flash of light there came a con-
sciousness that in some mysterious way
her gift had been accepted of God and
returned to her, and with a cry of joy
the child caught the beloved crutch to
her lonely little heart; then smiling
through her tears at the kind faces and
reverential eyes she bobbled out of the
sanctuary—Gertrude NE Tones in. Chris-
tian Observer
Only One Difficulty.
• With their usual lack of a good subject
for conversation, a group of women were
discussing lately what death they would
prefer 'to die One preferred drowning,
another heart disease, a third strangling
One who poses ai very clinging and soul -
f ul said, -with a Beardsleyesque languish
that sire -thought she'd "like to be kissed
to death"
The remark was repeated to Mrs
Craigio, who was immediately extremely
curious to see the woman who said it
One night at the theater Mrs Craigie's
hostess said "There, in the seeond box,
is the Woman who wanted to be kissed to
death What do you think of her?"
"That woman!" exclaimed John Oli-
ver "1 should think she'd have 'trouble
to find an executioner" •
Altogether Different.
"I don't know how Vm going to make
out," said the agricultural statesman
who had been. retired; "I'll bave to de-
pend on the old farm for a living now,
and I'm, blest if I feel any certainty
about making it day"
"But you used to Wake your constitu-
ents very proud of you by showing off
what you knew about farming," said his
wife encouragingly •
"I know it, Maria But don't forget
this Farming for :votes and farming• for
crops are two mighty different things"...
THE PECULIAR CASE OF MRS, HILL
WINVHIESTEIL
The Hooter Told Her That Her Trouble
Was Consumption, of the Howells—There
Was No Hopi, of Iteeevery—Bnt Health
Was Almost Hiram Olo usly Restored.
From the Morrisburg Herald,
Mrs. Hill, wife of Mr. Robt. Hill, of
Winchester, not many, months ago was
looked upon as one whose days were
numbered, To -day she is a handsome,
healthy woman showing no traces of
her former desperate emadition, and it is
therefore little wonder that hor case has
created a profound sensation in the
neighborhood. To a reporter who called
upon her Mrs. Hill expressed a willing-
ness to give the story of her • illness and
recovery for publication, and she told it
with an earnestness that conyeyed to
the listener better than mere words
could do, her deep 'gratitude to the medi-
cine which bad brought &belittler restora-
tion to health and strength. "I feel," she
said, "almost like one raised from the
dead, and my case seems to me little
short of miraculous. About a year ago I
was confined, and shortly after I was
taken with canker in the mouth and
suffered terribly. Although I had good
medical attendance I did not seem to get
better. In fact other complications set in.
which seemed fast hurrying me to the
grave. I grew weaker and weaker until
at last I was confined to bed, where I lay
for three months. My bowels were in a
terrible condition and at last the doctor
said he could do no more for me, as with
the other complications I had consump-
tion of the bowels. My limbs and face
became terribly swollen, my heart be-
came weak and my blood seemed to have
turned to water. I became simply an
emaciated living skeleton. At last the
doctor told me that I was beyond the
aid of human skill and that further at-
tendance on his part 'would do no good.
One day sometime later my friends stood
around my bedside thinking every mo-
ment to see me breathe my last, but I
rallied and at the urgent solicitation of
a friend it was decided at this apparent-
ly hopeless juncture to give Dr. Win
liams' Pink Pills a trial. In less than
two weeks a slight improvement had.
taken place and from that out I slowly
but surely progressed towards recovery,
until as you can see for yourself .I am
once more a healthy woman. It is impos-
sible for me to express how grateful
feel towards Dr. Williams' Pink Pills,
which under God's blessing. have re-
stored me to health and family and
friends. I feel that the world should
know my story, so that some other suffer-
ing sister may be able to find health in
the medicine which I believe will never
fail."
The experience of years has proved
that there is absolutely no disease due to
a vitiated condition of the blood or shat-
tered nerves that Dr, Williams' Pink
Pills will not promptly cure, and 'those
who are suffering from such troubles
would avoid much misery and save
money by promptly resorting to this
treatment. Get the genuine Pink Pills
every time and do not be persuaded to
take an imitation or some other remedy
from a dealer, who, for the sake of the
extra. profit to himself, may say Is "just
as good" Dr Williams' Pink Pills make
rich, red blood, and cure when other
medicines fail,
Realism In Art.
Little Visitor (pointing to a large oil
portrait)—Whose picture is that?
Little Hostess—She wa,s my mamma's
great-aunt I never beard much about
her, but I should say she was a school
teacher
"Why?"
"See how her eyes follow us about"
In his Vegetable Pills, Dr. Parmelee
has given to the world the fruits of long
scientific research in the whole realm of
medical scienee, combined with new and,
valuable discoveries never before known
to man. For Delicate and Debilitated.
Constitutions Parmelee's Pills act like a
charm. Taken in email doses, the effect
is both a tonic and a stimulant, mildly
exciting the secretions of the body,
giving tone and vigor.
Getting Bald,
A little boy accosted his papa thus
"Papa, aro you growing still?"
"No, dear; what makes you think so?"
"Because the top of your head is
mining through your hair."
The Luxuries o f an Esquinnamt.
In our school hooks we used to see pic-
tures of the F,squiniartx in their grotesque
fur garments and our childish minds
pictured them as rolling in luxury, since
they could afford a complete fur outfit
Fur coats axe aindeed a luxury here and
at the same time an unsatisfactory grati-
fication, for their weight and bulk is
enough to wear a man out if he attempts
to move about much in one. It seems al-
most incredibly delightful that now one
can have all the luxurious warmth and
comfort of a fur coat without any of 'the
weight or bulk, and all at a trifling cost.
A layer of the celebrated Fihre Chamois
gives these grateful results,- affording
complete protection from wind and rain.
SU 'Error.
As the shipwrecked lovers advanced to
meet the savage chief, the man reassured
the trembling girl. •
"They will not hurt us," Unsaid, "you
little goose"
The chief could not restrain from un-
deceiving him
"I fear," he said "that your goose will
be cooked! Yes"
RECIPE—For Makitg- a Delicious Health
Brink at Smo.11Cost.
Adams' Root, rear Extract. ,.0no Bottle
Fleisclunann s ... Cake
Sugar. Two Pounds
Lukewarm Water .Two Gallons.
Dissolve the sugar and yeastin the water, add the
extract, aud bottle; pu tin a warn, plate for twenty-
four hours until it ferments, then place on ice when
it will open sparkling and delidous.
The root beer can be obtained in all drug and, gro-
cery stores in co and as cent bottle to make two and
five gallons.
Not Safe The Dark.
Teacher—What is meant, Johnny- by,/
saying !The sun never sets on Engle -
flag?"
lnlinny--I guess it means the
afraid to leave it alone in the dark
anybody else's boundary line,
FITS.—All fits stopped free and per
ly eared. No fits after first day's mmsij
Anne's Great Nerve Restorer,
trial bottle sent through Canadian
Address Dr.Kline, an Arch St, Ph'
PA*