HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Exeter Advocate, 1896-10-15, Page 7WRITTEN IN HEAVEN.
STRIKING CHARACTERISTICS OF
THE DIVINE CHIROGRAPHY.
Tito Penmanship is Christ's and the Let-
ters Ara Written in a Trembling Yet
liold and Indelible Hand—One of Tal-
mage's Most Unique Sermons.
il Washington, Oct. 1L—We send out
this, one of the most unique sermons
Dr. Talmage ever preached. It is as
novel as wide -spreading and practical.
His subject is, "Divine Chirography,"
the text being: Luke x, 20: "liejoloe
because your names are written in bee-
tven."
Chirography, or the art of handwrit-
ing like the science of acoustics, is in a
'very unsatisfactory state. While con-
struoting a church, and told by some
architects that the voice would not be
heard in a building shaped like that pro-
posed, I came in much anxiety to this
laity, and consulted with Prof. Joseph
Henry, of the Smithsonian Institution,
about the law of acoustics. He said: "Go
ahead ,and build your church in the
shape proposed, and I think it will be all
right. I have studied the laws of sound
perhaps more than any man of ray time,
and I have come so far as this: Two
auditoriums may seem to be exactlY
alike, and in one the aoceistios may be
good and in the other bad," In thls un-
satisfactory stage Is chirography, al-
though many declare that they bave re-
duced it to a science. There are those
who say they can read character by
handwriting. It is said that the way
one writes the letter "I" decides Ms
egotIsm or modesty, and the way one
writes the letter "0" decides the beiglat
and depth of his emotions. It is declared
a cramped hand means a 'tramped
nature, and an easy, flowing hatvi a
facile and liberal spirit. Some of the
cleanest in person and thought present
their blotted and spattered page, and
tionee a the roughest put before us an
immaculate chirography. Not our char-
acter, but the complete set before as in
our schoolboy days, decades the general
style of our handwriting. So else there
is a fashion in penmanship, and for one
decade the letters are exaggerated, and
in the next minified; now erect and now
millet% now heavy and DOW fine. An
autograph album is always a surprise,
and you find the penmanehip contra
-
dicta the character of the writers. But
• while the chirography of the earth is
uncertain, our blessed Lord in our text
presents the chirography celestial. When
addressing the seventy disciples standiug
before him, he said: "Rejoice because
your names aro written in heaven."
Of course the Bible, for the most part,
when speaking of the heavenly world,
speaks figuratively while talking about
books and about trumpets and about
wings and about gates and abnut golden
pavements and about orchards with
twelve crops of fruit—one crop enoh
month—and abont the white borsee of
heaven's cavalry; but we do well to fol.
low out these inspired metaphors and
reap from them oourage and sulbime ex-
'pet:ration, and oonsolation and victory.
We are told that in the heavenly library
there is a Book of Life. Perhaps there
are ninny volumes in it. When we say a
book, we mean all written by the
author on that subject. I cannot tell
bow large those heavenly volumes are,
nor the splendor of their binding, nor
the number of their pages, nor whether
they are piotorialised with sorne exciting
scenes of this world. I only know that
the words have not been impressed by
type, but writteu out by some hand,
and that all those who, like the seventy
disciples to -whom the toad was spoken,
repent and trust the Lord for their eter-
nal salvation, surely have their names
written in heaven. It may not be the
name by which we were called on earth,
but It will be the name by which heav-
en will know us, and we will have it
iannounced to us as we pass in, and we
will know it so certainly that we will
'not have to be called twice by it, as in
the Bible times the Lord called some
people twice by name "Saul! Saul!"
„ "Samuel! Samuel!" "Martha! Martha!"
i When you come up and look for your
• name in the mighty tomes of eternity
and you are so happy as to find it there,
hyou will notice that the penmanship is
'Christ's, and that the letters were writ-
eten with a trembling band, Not trerub-e
ling with old ago, for he had only passed
three decades when He expired. It was
sonn after the thirtieth anniversery of
liis birthday. Look over all the business
accounts that. you kept or the letters you
•wrote at 30 years of age, and if you were
ordinarily strong and well, then there
was no tremoren the chirography. Why
the trenaor in the hand that wrote your
name in heaven? Oh, it was a compres-
sion of more troubles than ever smote
anyone else, and all of them assumed
for others. Christ was prematurely old.
He had been exposed to all the weathers
• of Palestine. He had slept out of doors,
now in the night dew end now in the
tempest. He had been soaked in the gull
of Lake Galilee. Pillows for others, but
He had not where to lay His head. Hun-
gry, He could not even get a fig on
which to breakfast; or have you missed
the pathos of that verse: "In the morn•
.in,g, as He returned into the city, He
.hungered, and when He saw a fig tree
in the way, He came to it and found
nothing thereon." Ob, He was a hungry
Cnrist, and nothing makes the hand
tremble worse than hunger, for it pulls
upoia the stoinaoh, and the stomach pulls
upon the brain, and the brain pulls upnn
the nerves and the agitated nerves snake
the hand quake. On the top of all this
exaggeration came abuse. What Sober
man ever wanted to be called a drunk-
ard? hilt Christ was called one. What
respecter of the Lord's day wants to be
called a, Sabbath breaker? but he was
called one. What man, careful of the
• onmpany be keeps, wants to be called
the associate of profligates? but ho was
so called. What loyal man wants to ho
eh urged with treason? but he was
charged with it. What • man of devout
speech wants to be called a blaspbemei?
but he was so termed. What man of
self-respect wants to be struck in the
mouth? but that le where they strnek
Mm. Or to be the victim of vilest =pee-
'toratione but tinder that he.stopped. Oh,
,Ile was a worn -Out Christ. That is the
reason He died so soon upon the crots.
Miley VietiMS Of, crucifixion lived day
after day upon the cross; but Christ was
in the court roona at 12 o'clock of noon
and He had expired at 3 o'clock.. in the
afternoon of the same day. Subtrecting
from the three hours between le and 8
o'clock, the time taken to travel from
the ("aware= to the place of execution
and the time that mutat have been taken
in getting ready for t'he tragedy, there
• could not have been much more than
two hours left Why did Christ live only
two hours upon the °roes, when others
had lived 48 holm? .AbI he was worn
out before Ho got there, and you wonder,
oh, child of God, that, looking into the
volumes of heaven for your name, you
find it written with a trembling penman-
ship—trembling with every letter of
• your name, if it be your earthly name, or
trembling with every letter of your hea-
venly name, if thot be different and
more euphonious. That will not be the
first time you saw ehe ntark of a quiver-
ing pen, for did you not, oh man, years
ago Rep your nanse so written on the
back of a letter, and yon opened it, say-
ing, "Why, here is a letter from mother, "
or "Her; is a letter from father," and
after you opened it you fouled all the
words 'bemuse of old age were traced ir-
regniarly and uneertain, 'so that you
could hardly read it at all. But after
much study you mode it out—a letter
from home, tolling you bow much they
missed you, and how muell they prayed
for you, and how muoh they wanted to
see you, and if it might not be on earth
that so it might be in the world where
there are no partings. Yes, your name
is written in heaven, if written at all,
with, trembling chirography.
Again, in examination of your name
in the heavenly archives, if you find it
there at all, you will find it written with
a bold hand. You have seen ninny a sig-
nature that because of sicknees or old
age had a tremor in it, yet it was as
bold as the man who wrote it Many an
order written on the batthlefield and
amid the thunder of the cannonade, Juts
had evidence of exoltementin every word
and every letter and in the speed with
which it was folded and handed to the
officer as ,he put his feet in the swift
stirrups, and yet thab commander, not
withstanding Ms trembling hand, gives
a boldness of order that shows itself in
every word written. You do not need to
be told that a trenabling hand does nut
always mean a cowardly hand, Tremb-
ling hand no sign of timidity. The der.
ing and defiance thee in the way your
• rime la written in heaven is a challenge
to all earth and hell to come on if they
oan to defeat your ransomed soul. The
way your name is written there is as
• much as to say, "I have redeemed hini•,
I died for him I am going to crown and
enthrone him. Nothing than ever happen,
down in thet world wbere he now lives,
to defeat my determination to keep Mm,
to shelter him, tn sate Moe By my .A1 -
mighty grace I am going to feteh him
hero, He may slip and slide, but he has
got to come here, By my omnipotent
sword, by the combined strength of all
heaven's principalities and powers and
dominions, by the twenty thousand char-
iots of the Lord emighty, 'I am going
to see him thrcugh." Bold handwriting!
It is the boldest thing ever written to
write my =me there and your name
there. He knows our weliknesees and bad
propensities better than we know them
ourselves. He knows all the appollyonic
hosts that are sworn to down ua if they
can. He knows all the temptations that
will assail us between now and the
moment of our last pulsation of the
heart, and yet he dares to write our
name there. Can you not see the bold-
ness in the pennianseip that has already
written our names there? Apostle Peter,
what do you think of it? And he an-
swers, "Kept by the power of God
throueh faith unto complete salvation."
Again if according to the promjse of
the text you are permitted to look into
the volumes of eternity and shsll see
your name there, you will find it written
in lines, in words, in letters unmistak-
able. Some people have come to consider
indistinct and almost unreadable pen-
manship a mark of genius, and so they
affect it. Because every paragraph that
Thomas Chalmers, and Dean Stanley,
and Lord Byron, and Rufus Choate, and
other povent men wrote was a puzzle,
imitators make their penmanship a puz-
zle. Alexander Dumas says that plain
penmanship is the brevet of incapaoity.
Then there are some who, through too
inuoh demand upon their energies and
through lack of time, lose the capacity
of making the pen intelligible, and much
of the writing of this world is indecipher-
able. We have seen piles of inexplicable
chirography, and we ourselves have
helped augment the magnitude. We have
not been sure of the name signed, or the
sentiment expressed, or whether the reply
was affirmabive or negative. "Some one
had blundered." But your name, once
written in the Lamb's Book of Life, will
be so unnalstakable that all heaven can
read it at the first glance. It will not be
taken for the name of some other, so
that in regard to it there shall come to
be disputation. Not one of the millions
and billions and quadrillions of the fam-
ily saved, will doubt that it means you
and only you. Oh, the glorious, the
rapturous certitude of that entrance on
the heavenly roll. Not saved in a prom-
iscuous way. Not put into a glorified
mob. No, no! Though you came up, the
worst sinner that was ever saved, and
somebody, who knew you in this world
at one time as absolutely abandoned and
diasolute, should say, "I never heard of
your conversion and I do not believe
you have a right to be here," you could
just laugh a laugh of riumph, and
turning over the leaves containing the
names of the redeemed, say, "Read 1±
for yourself. That is my name, written
out in full, and do you not recogoize the
hand writing? No young scribe of heaven
entered that. No anonymous writer put
it there. Do you not see the tremor in
the lines? Do you not also see the bold-
ness of the letters? Is it not as plain as
yonder throne, as plain as yonder gate?
Is not the name unmistakable ana the
handwriting unmistakable? The crucified
Lord wrote it there the day I repented
and turned. Hear it! Hear it! My name
is written there! There!"
I have sometimes been tempted to
think that there will be so many • of us
In heaven that we will be lost in the
crowd. No, each one of us will be as dis-
tinctly picked out and recognized as was
Abel when he entered from earth, the
very first sinner saved, and at the head
of that long procesion of sinners saved
in all the centurtes. My dear hearere, if
we once get there, I do not want it left
uncertain as to whether we stay there.
After you and I get fairly settled there,
in our heavenly home, we do not want
our title proved defective. We do not
want to be ejected from the heavenly
premises. We do not want some one to
say, "This is not your room in the house
of many mansions, and you have on an
attire that you ought not to have taken
from the heavenly wardrobe, and that is
not really your name on the books. If
you had more oarefully examined the
writing in the register at the gate you
would have found that the name was
not yours at all, but mine. Now move
out while I move in." Oh, what wretch-
edness, after once Worshipping in heav-
enly temples, to be compelled to turn
your back on the music, and after having
joined the soolety of the blessed, to be
forced to quit it forever, and after hay-
ing clasped our long -lost kindred in
heaven's embrace, to have another separ-
ation! What an agony would there be in
such a good -by to heaven! GlotY be to
God oneeligh that our names will be ece
plainly.written na those volumes, that
neither saint, nor cherub, nor seraph,
nor archangel shall doubt it for one
moment, for five ' hundred eternities, if
there were room for so many. The oldest
inhabibant of heaven can react it, and the
thild that left its mother's lop last night
for heaven oan read it. You will not jnab
look at your name and. °Jose the hook,
but you will stand, and sollioquiee, and
say, '18 it not wonderful that my name
is there at all? How much it coat my
Lord to get le there? Unworthy am 1 to
have it in the same book with the sons
and daughters of martyrdom, and with
the choice spirits of all time! But there
it is, and so plain the word, and so plain
all the letters!"
.Again, if you are so happy as to find
your name in the volumes of eternity,
you will End it written indelibly. Old
Time is represented as carrying a scythe,
with which he outs down the genera-
tions; but he carries also chemicals, with
which be eats out whole paragraphs from
important doouments. We talk about in-
delible ink, but there is no such thing
as indelible ink. It is only it question of
time, the complete obiteration of all
earthly signatures and engrossmeuts.
But your name, put in the heavenly
record, all the millenniums of heaven
cannot dim it. .After you have been so
long in glory that, did you not possess
imperishable memory, you would have
forgotten the day of your entrance, your
name on that page wtll glow as vividly
as on the instant it was traced there by
the finger of the Great Atoner. There
will be new generations coming into
heaven,and a thousand years from now,
from this or from other planets, souls
may enter the many-mansioned residence,
and though you name were one plainly
on the Welts, suppose it should fade out.
How could you prove to the newcomers
that it had ever been written at all?
Lidell blot Inoapable of being canceled!
Eternity as helpless as time in any at-
tempt at erasure! What a reinforcing,
uplifting thought. Other records in hea-
ven may give out, and will give out.
There are r000rds there in which the
Recording Angel writes down our sins,
but it is a book full of blots, so that
nallOh of the writing there cannot be read
or even guessed at • The Recording
Angel did the writing, but our Savior
put in the blots; for did he not prom-
ise, "I will blot out their transgressions?"
And if son= one in heaven should re-
member some of our earthly iniquities
and ask God about them, the Lord would
say, "Oh, I forgot them. I completely
forgot those sins, for I promised, 'Their
sins and their iniquities will I remember
no more."' In the fires that burn up
our world all the safety deposits and all
the title deeds, and all the halls of
reoord, and all the libraries will disap-
pear, worse than when the 200,000 vol-
umes and the 700,000 manuscripts of the
Alexandrian library went under the toroh
of Omar, and not a leaf or word will
escape the flame in 'that last conflagra-
tion, whioh I think will be witnessed by
other planets, whose inhabitants will
exclaim, "Look! There is a world on
fire." But there will be only one conflag-
ration in heaven and that will not
destroy, but irradiate. I mean the con-
flagration of splendors that blaze on the
towers and domes, and temples and
thrones, and rubied and diainoncled walls
in the light of the sun that never sets.
Indeliblel
There is not on earth an autograph
letter or signature of Christ. The only
time he wrote out a word on earth,
though he knew so well how to write, he
wrote with reference to having it
shuffled out by a human foot, the time
that he stooped down and with bis fin-
ger wrote on the ground the hypocrisy
of the Pharisees. But when he writes
your name in the heavenly archives, as I
believe he has or hope he may, it is to
stay there from age to age, frozn oycle to
cycle, from aeon to aeon. And so for all
you Christian people I do what John G.
Whittier, the dying poet, said he wanted
done in his home. Lovely man he was!
I sat with him in a hay ,now a whole
summer afternoon, and heard him tell
the story of his ilife. Be had for rnany
years been troubled with insomnia, and
was it very poor sleeper, and he always
had the window curtain of his room up
so as to see the first intimation of sue -
rise. When be was breathing his last, 10
the morning hour, in his home in the
Massachusetts village, the nurse thought
that the light of the rising sun was too
strong for hina,and so pulled the whitlow
curtain down. The last thing the great
Quaker poet did was to wave his hand
to have the curtain up. He wanted to
depart in the full gush of the morning.
And I thought it might be helpful and
inspiring to all Christian souls to have
more light about the futhre, and so I
pulled up the curtain in the glorious
sunrise of my text and say, " Rejnice
that your names are written in heaven."
Bring on your doxologies! Wave yonr
palms! Shout your victories! Pull up all
the curtains of bright expectations! Yea!
boist the window itself, and let the per-
fume of the "morning glories" of the
King's garden come in, and the music
of harps all a -tremble with symphonies,
and the sound of the surf of seas dashing
to the foot of the throne of God and the
Lamb.
But there is only one word on all this
subject of Divine chirography in heaven
that confuses me, and that is the small
adverb which St. John adds when he
(motes the text Jo Revelation and speaks
of some "whose names are not written
In the Book of Life of the Lamb slain."
Oh, that awful adverb "not!" By full
submission to Christ the Lord, have the
way all cleared between you and the
snblime registration of your mune this
moment. Why not look up and see that
they are all ready to put your neme
among the blissful immortals? There is
the mighty volume; it is wide open.
There is the pen: leis from the wing of.
the "Angel of the New Covenant."
There is the ink: it is red ink from Cal
-
venial sacrifice. And there is the Divine
Scribe: the glorious Lord who wrotoyour
father's name there, and your mother's
name there, and your child's name there,
and who is ready to write your nanie
there. Will you consent that He 'lo it?
Before I say ".A men" to this service,
ask Ellin to do lt I wait a moment for
the tremendous action of your will, for
it is only an action of your will. Here
someone says, "Lord Jesus, with pen
plucked from angelic wing, and dipped
in the red ink of Golgotha, write there
either that which is now zny earthly
name or that which shall be my heavenly
hame." I peon a second longer that all
may consent. The pen of the Dielne
Serlhe is in the fingers and is lifted and
Is lowered, and it touches the shining
Ifign, and the world is traced, and in
when e and bold •and uninietakable
t tele, Ile has put it down in the right
tt
lis done! The great transaction's done,
am my Lord's, and He 18 10100.
BOYSANDGIRLS
• AMONG QUEER PEOPLE.
The Hairy Alan Me the Most Pecul
People in the 'World.
Hokkaido is the name given by the
Japailese to the island of Yezo, with alk
the sznaller islands near its coast, to- '
gather with the Kurile group, Thus the
Hokkaido extends, roughly speaking, from
41 to 51 degrees latitude north, and be-
tween 130 and 157 degrees longitude east
of Greenwich. It is in Yezo particularly
that the litre° number of Ainu are found,
While a few live in the islands of Kane -
shire Etorofu and Sbikotart.
Tile Air= are a race of people whose
strange peoullarity is that they are covered
with hair all over the body, almost as
*monkeys are. Their faces are not quite
so hirsute, though the hair on the scalp
begins to grow low on the forehead, and
• the beard of the inen begins from right
under the eyes. Their eyebeows aro thick
and shaggy, and occasionally they even
have a few coarse hairs growing on the
nose. The women, whe are not stipplisa
with Ruch a luxuriaut growth of hair on
their fes, melee tip for the lack of it by
ar
THE HAIRY ALM
tattooing on their lips a long mustache,
wheal), when completed, reaches from
one ear to the other.
This, they think, gives them a manly
appearance, and as manliness and hairi-
ness are the only two things the Alnu
are proud of, the women sometimes also
tattoo lines on the forehead and rough
geometrical patterns on their arms, all
of vehich are supposed to add to the cov-
eted air of virility.
The Ainu have no literature, ne heeKS,
no writing, and hardly one individual
out of a hundred can count up to five,
even with the help Of his fingers. Their
language Is extremely poor in words, and
as for rules or it grammar, the Ainu
never even dreamed of having one.
Like all barbarians, the Ainu are ex-
tremely superstitious, and it was with
the greatest difficulty that I was able to
obtain sketches of them, or =thaw them
to sit for their likeness. Indeed, once I
had a very unpleasant experience as I
was taking a sketch or a group of them
cutting up a large fish.
They assaulted me and destroyed any
picture, paint box and brushes, which
they threw into the eon. In the struggle
I was stabbed in my arm with a large
knife, and they called me all sorts of
names; for, according to Ainu ideas,
certain sickness, if not immediate deatb,
comes of having one's picture painted.
"Besides," they yelled, brandishing
their hairy arms at me, "do you know,
bad man, that once you take an image of
an Ainu, all the fish will disappear from
the senli
AnAnu hut possesses a email store-
house raised above ground on four, six
or eight piles. Upon each pile is placed a
aquare piece of wood turned downward
at the sides, so as not to be aooessible to
mice and rats. Rafters are then plaoed
over these pieces of wood, and the store-
house built on them.
It is generally so small that an adult
cannot stand erect in it. The ladder by
which these storehouses are accessible is
a mere round log, with a few cuts in it
to serve as steps. One end of the ladder is
pointed so as to be stuck in the ground
when in use, but the whole arrangement
is anything but a model of stability.
The Ainu go up and down these lad-
ders with great facility without holding
on with their hands, but to anyone thab
is not born an acrobat or a monkey the
feat is somewhat more difficult As Ipro-
ceeded to inspect ono of the storehouses
one day, and was mounting the ladder
Ainu fashion, it turned,and I came near
breaking my Deck, besides skinning both
my knees on my precipitate way down.
—A. H. Savage-Landor, in Youth's
Companion.
There! menet ',Nothing.
The following story of excessive zeal
is told by a young minister who spent
last summer in missionary work among
the Green Mountains. The two maiden
ladies with whom he boarded kept no
horse, and were wont to rely upon the
courtesy of neighbors to bring their mail
from the post -office.
As the ladies and their boarders were
sitting on the piazza one evening, a
neighbor passed in the direction of the
village, and one of the sisters called out,
"Are you going to the village, Jonas? '
"Yes," replied Jonas, pulling up his
horse; "can I do anything for you?"
"You might get our mail at the office,
if you would be so kind," said "Aunt
Clary."
Jonas drove on. but did not return
from the village until after the household
had retired. Shortly before midnight the
whole house was aroused by a thumping
at the door, and calls of "Clary—Clary
—Aunt Clary!"
Aunt Clara arose bastily, lit a lamp,
and slipping a wrapper over her night.
robe, desoended and unlocked the door.
• "Why, it's you, Jonas!" said Clary.
"What a turn you gave me!"
"There wa'n't nothing," said 'Tones,
as he turned to go, full of the happy con-
sciousness of duty performed.—Youth's
Conapanion.
It Was His Etemory.
Poor, patieat Ned had been kept in
again and again and again to learn a
very simple stanza that had been easily
mastered by all the rest et bis class.
Flintily he broke down and sobbeti out:—
"I can't do it, Miss Gray; I just can't
do it. Father says it's because I have
snob a poor—"
"A poor what, Ned?" •
"Yon know what it is," a glimmer
of light flickering in the dear dull little
face, "the thing you forget with."
Such is memory, alas, to the roost of
us!—Philadelphia Times.
Pleasures or the sea sbore.
She -1 have often Wondered what the
wild vulvae are saying,
He—Judging from their roar I should
say they were joining be the general kick
against the high prices at this resort.
BLIND BOYS PLAY BALL.
Their Game Differs in Many Details Prom
the Regular One,
Prof. R. B. Huntoon, of the Kentlecky
gehool, describing barteball among the
blind, says: The baseball game differs,
of course, in maey of its details from
the regular games. The diamond is not
of regulation size, but it is of regulation
form. The distance between bases is but
forty feet The fielders are stationed the
salnes'ae In the National league game,
with Ca uceeption that thre is a right
shortst , thus making ten men to a
side. n the outfield, in public games
there Is an unlimited number of play-
ers, each taking a tura at the bat, first
movtng up one position whenever a bats-
man is put out.
The catcheresits on the ground, well
Week from the home plate, and, to guard
against injuzy, he wears a mask and a
chest protector. His position is such that
when a pitober delivers a ball it strikes
the ground just betweeen the knees and
is taken on the short bound.
The batsmen takes Ms position at .the
plate with a heavy flat bat, somewhat
like those used in cricket, The umpire,
who must be a man of unimpaired vis-
ion, calls upon the pitcher to get ready,
and then clearly sings out: "One, two,
three!" At the word three the pitcher
must loyally deliver the ball. He pitches
in the slow, underhand way peculiar to
the game 05 or 30 years ago, the idea be-
ing to deliver a ball that can be bit by
the batsman, who, standing there in the
darkness, with a sharpened sense ofhear-
Ing and a wonderful oonceptioa of the
time tient must elapse before the bell
reaches him, is prepared to strike.
If the batsman should miss, the ball
bounces into the caaoherPs lap, and is re-
turned to the pitcher by a tangle toss
with a precision that is veonderful.
When the ball is batted the umpire collo
out quickly to the fielder in 'whose dir-
ection it is traveling, and he, guided. by
a sense of hearing either catches the ball
or follows it in its course through the
grass. Six strikes are an out In fielding
any number of bounds are permitted. If
the batted ball is a "hot liner" and
traveling straighb for an infielder's bead,
the umpire shouts a warning, and in
such oases the player ducks or i ails to
the tuft
It is possible, in fact the ball is fre-
quently fielded to first in time to put out
the runner. When throwing to first, •the
assisting player, who is guided by the
voice of the batsman, calculates the dis-
tance with nicety and throws the ball so
that it strikes the ground a few yards in
front of the batsman. The latter hears it
coming and usually gets it without fur-
ther assistance. Running bases was form-
erly a difficult thing. There were then
three trees on the diamond, toward
which the runner ran with outstretched
hands. Bags have since been substituted
for bases, and the runner is guided by
the voice of the batsman, who is requir-
ed to shout "First, first, first!" In like
manner the other bags are won. Once
on a base the runner is pretty sure to
get home, unless his side dies at the
home plate, Six outs put a side out.—
Boston Transcript.
Bright Boy's Idea.
A bright boy writing to St. Nicholas
tells how shinny sticks are made.
"I get sticks," he writes, "as nearly
straight as possible and bend them at
home. I have a board made like this:
There are two pins at one end, at 1 and
HOW TO MAKE A SHINNY STICK.
9, around which the stick is bent; and
at the other end are two rows of holes
into which a pin, No. 3, can be put to
hold the handle in place. When the
sticks—they should be as green as pos-
sible—are in place on the board, put
the whole thing in the back of the fur-
nace, where the stick will bake. In
about two days the stick will keep its
curve.
"Then I take a belt lace—a leather
string about half an inch wide and one -
sixteenth of an inoh thick—and bind it
on the short end. If the stick • is split,
I bind it first with braise wire and then
put the leather binding over the brass."
Wonderful Power.
The power of imagination is amus-
ingly illustrated in the story told of an
old lady who had never heard the cele-
brated violinist, Paganini, play, and one
day obtained permission to attend a re-
hearsal of one of his concerts.
It so happened that Paganini did not
take his violin with him to the rehearsal
that day, but borrowed one from a mem-
ber of the orchestra, and insteed of play-
ing as usual, simply kept up a kind of
pizzicato accompaniment.
After the rehearsal the old lady went
up to Mr. Cooke, the musical director,
and said in a burst of enthusiasm, "Oh,
dear! Mt Cooke, what a wonderful man
he is! I declare I never knew what music
was capable of till this morning."
"Indeed, madam, he is truly a marvel.
Mus man," assented Mr. Cooke, with a
smile; "but this morning you are in-
debted rather to your imagination thaa
your ears for the delight you have had,
for Paganini has not really played at
all. He has not even touched a bow."
"Well," said the old lady, after a
moment's astounded silence, recovering
herself, "then all I can say is, he's even
more remarkable than I thought he was!
For if he can affect me in such a manner
without playing. what should I do, hove
should I feel, when he really did playl"
Spontaneous Combustion,
The Iowa Dairy Mutual Fire Insur-
ance Company has issued a circular con-
taining the following on spontaneous
oom bustion
"Sawdust in ice houses is self -ignitable,
caused by sponuaneous combustion in
hot weather. In order to avoid a fire
from above cense the sawdust should, not
be allowed to pile up over four or five
inches on top of the ice. The surplus
should be removed and kept out of the
lee house. Where the sawdust is allowed
to accumulate on top of your ice it will
consume the ice. It 'should baye daily
oare during the hot weather."
111.1.50111, Beds Me Scarce.
Beds are quite an innovation in Rus-
sia, and nanny well-to-do houses are still
unprovided with them. Peasants sleep
on the top of their ovens; middle-class
people and servants roll themselves up
in the sheepskins and lie down near the
stoves; soldiers reet upon wooden cots
without bedding and it is only within
the last few years that students in schools
bavel been allowed beds. •
NERVOUS PROSTRATION.I
THE FREQUENT CAUSE OF 11113CH
,1I1SERV A.ND SUFFERING.
The Victim Helpless and tinreilable--It
Saps he constttution and Maitre Olio In"
voluntarily Asit is Life Worth Living.
From the Lindsay Poet.
It is at least •corcomeedable to bow
before the inevitable. But what appears
to be inevitable may be delayed or
altogether averted. WJaat were considered
necessarily fatal diseases twenty-five
or even ten years agn in many instances
are not now placed in that category—
thanks to medical and scientific skill.
Life is sweet. We must either °central the
nerves or they will mastee us. Hysteria
may prove fatal, It renders tbe person
afflicted helpless and unreliable, and
casts a continual shadow upon a hither-
to bright and cheerful life. It saps the
constitution and makes one involuntarily
ask, "Is life worth living?" Miss Fanny
Watson, daughter of Mr. Henry Watson,
living on lot 22, in the township, of
Somerville, Victoria county, is one of
those whose life for years was made mis-
erable from nervous disease. At the age
of twelve Miss Watson met with an
accident which go seriously affected her
nervous system that during the subse-
quent five years she was subjected to
Very severe nervous prostration, result-
ing in aonvulsions with unconeeionsnese
for three or four hours at a time. This
condition continued until March last
when she had an increased and prolonged
attack by wbicb she was completely pros-
trated for the space of a fortnight. The
disease so affected the optic nerve that
MSS Watson was forced to wear gleans.
Many remedies were tried with no avail,
•toad both Miss Watson and her friends
feared that a euro uould not be obtained.
Ultimately Dr. Williams' Pink Pills
were strongly recommended by various
friends and the young lady deoided to
give them a trial. A half dozen boxes
were bonght, and by the time one box
was used there was an improvement in
her condition, and before the half dozen
boxes were used, Miss Watson was, to
uee her own words, a different imam
altogether. Her entire nervous system
was reinforced to such an extent that she
is now able to dispense with the use of
the glasses which previous failing eye-
sight had made necessary. Miss Watson
Is now a staunch friend of Dr. 'Williams'
Pink Pills, and says; "I have pleasure
in reconamending them to all similarly
afflicted." Rev. D. Millar, a friend of
slate ffoaritahy, vouches for the facts above
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills create new
blood, build up the nerves, and thus
drive disease from the system. In hun-
dreds of cases they have cured after all
other medicines have fal/ed, thus estab-
lishing the claim that they are a marvel
among the trimaaphs of modern medical
science, The genuine Pink Pills are sold
ouly in boxes, bearing the full trade
mark, "Dr. Williams' Pink Pills for
Pale People." Protect yourself from im-
position by refusing any pill that does
not hear the registered trade mark
around the box.
FROM THE ASHES
TO LARGER ITFE.
PRICELESS RECORDS IN DANGER,
BUT ALL SAVED.
Hundreds of Gross of Dodd's HidneyPills
Burned—The Dodd's Medicine Company
In blew Quarters—Orders Front Ocean to
Oecan—Energy and Enterprise Conquers.
The extensive establishment of the
proprietors of Dodd's Kidney Pills, at
Nos. 1 and 3 Jarvis street, with its con-
tents, excepting the offices, was entirely
destroyed by fire on the afternoon of the
15±11 ult.
The tire broke out in an adjoining
werehouse, but spread so rapidly that
in less than ten minutes the employes
of the Dodd's Medicine Cnnipany, from
tbe laboratory, the advertising and the
shipping departments, were all in panic
flight for their lives,
The perfect safety of all these persons
once assured, and while naore than two
hundred and fifty gross of Dodd's Kid-
ney Pills, together with labels, wrappers
and tons of advertising were being con-
sumed, interest and effort all centered
In the rescue from the advertising rooms
of a mass of seemingly old and worth-
less letters. These, as afterwards learned,
proved to be the accumulations of years,
consisting of thousands of testimonials
from persons cured by Dodd's Kidney
Pills, and dating from the inception of
the business up to the day of the fire.
These records of triumph, these proofs of
the supreme merits of this great kidney
treatment were the most precious of all
the possessions of the firm, and were to
be saved if possible, as they fortunately
were, at the last possible moment.
On the invitation of the president of
the company a reporter of The News
visited the quarters, located at Nos. 6
and 8 Bay street, where new premises
have been promptly opened. Here a rapid
glance revealed many busy hands rush-
ing the several details of oorapletion of
new goods to fill orciers continuously
arriving from all points in Canada, the
United States and other parts of the
world. Judging from the accumulated
orders on ftle, of which your reporter got
O glimpse, the output of Dodd's Kidney
Pills is already almost beyond the con -
caption, and one oan easily anderetand
that their merit alone can create such an
incredible demand.
Characteristic of the energy and enters
prise of the Dodd's Medicate° Company,
it may be mentioned that, though absent
In Buffalo during the fire, the manager
was made aware of the probable extent
and outhome of the disaster, and while
the premises were still burning ordeas
had been wired and goods frona New
York and other points were speeding to-
wards Toronto for the reproduction of
Dodd's Kidney Pills, so that no order
should remain unffiled.—From Toronto
News.
Stained Bands.
• If the hands are stained after cutting up
vegetables, take a raw potato, cut ib in
half and with it rub them before washing
them.
Some women can never be happy be-
cause their husbande are forever tracking
chet over the floor.
A desire to kill the saloon and then vote
to perpetuate it has never yet made satau
tremble.—Corner Stone.