The Exeter Advocate, 1896-10-29, Page 7GOD'S HUSBANDRY.
THE SCRIPTURE LEAF RUSTLES
LIKE THE TASSELS'OF CORN.
Agriculture Held in. Honor in All Ages-
Deep and Straight ]'lowing Necessary in
(*rayons in the Fields—Sowing, Harrow-
ing, Reaping, Threshing and Garnering
"Harvest Bothe!"
Washington, Oot, 25.—This sermon at
this season, after most people leave had a
good, long breath of the country, if they
do not actually live there, will revive
many pleasant memories, while it deals
with groat religious truth. Dr. Talmage's
text was John xv, 1, "My Father is the
husbandman."
This last summer, having gone in
different directions over between five
and six thousand miles of harvest
fields, I oan hardly open my Bible ,with-
out smelling the breath of new mown hay
and seeing the golden light of the wheat -
field, and when I open my Bible to take
my text the Scripture leaf rustles like
the tassels of the oorn.
We were nearly all of us born in the
country. We dropped Dorn in the hill and
went nn Saturday to the mUl, tying the
grist in the center of the sank- so that the
contents on either side the horse balanced
each other, and drove the cattle afield,
our bare feet wet with slew, and rode the
horses with the halter to the brook until
we fell off, and hunted the mow for
nests until the fuathererl ooenpents went
cackling away. We were nearly all of us
born in the country, rind all would have
stayed there had notsnme adventurous
led on his vacation come back with bet-
ter clothes and softer hands and sob the
whole village on fire with ambition for
city life. So we all . understand rustic
allusions. The Bible is full of them. In
Christ's sermon on the Mount you could
see the full blown Blies and the glossy
black of the crow'e wing as it flies over
Mount Olivet. David and John, Paul
and Isaiah find in country life a source
of frequent illustration, while Christ in
the text takes the responsibility dwelling
God a farmer, declaring, "My Father is
the husbandman."
Noah was the first farmer. We say
nothing about Cain, the tiller of the soil.
Adam was a gardener on a large scale,
but to Noah was given all the aores of
the earth, iilisha was an agriculturist,
not cultivating a ten acre lot, for we find
him plowing with twelve yoke of oxen,
In Bible times the land was so plenty
andthe inhabitants so few that Noah
was right when be gave to every inhab-
itant a oertein portion of land; that land,
if cultivated, ever aftei to he his own
possession, just as in Nebraska the
United States Government on payment
of $16 years ago gave pre-emption right
to 160 acres to any man who would settle
there and cultivate the soil.
All classes of people were expected to
cultivate ground expept ministers of reli-
gion. It was supposed thab they would
have their time entirely oaoupied with
their own profession, although I am told
that sometimes ministers do plunge so
deeply into worldliness that they remind
one of what Thereto Fraser said in re-
gard to a man in his day who preached
very well, but lived very i11, "When ho
is out of the pulpit, it is a pity he
should ever go into it, and when he is in
the pulpit, itis a pity he should ever
come mat of it."
They were not small crops raised in
those times, for though the arts were
rude, the plow turned up very rich soil,
and barley and cotton and flax and all
kinds of grain carne lip at the call of the
harvesters. Pliny tells of one stalk of
grain that had on it between three and
four hundred oars, The rivers and the
brooks, through artificial channels, were
brought down to the roots of the corn,
and to this habit of turning a river
wherever it was wanted Solomon refers
when be says, "The king's heart is in
the hand of the Ford., and he tarneth it
as the rivers of water aro turned,
whithersoever he will."
The wild beasts ware naught, and then
a book was put into their nese, and then
they were led over the field, and to that
God refers when • he says to wicked Sen-
nacherib, "I will put a hook in thy nose
and I will bring thee bank by the way
whioh thou . Gamest." And God bas a
hook in every bad man's nose, whether
it be Nebuchadnezzar or Ahab or Herod.
Be may think himself very independent,
but sometime in his life, or in the hour
of his death, he will find that the Lord
Almighty bas a book in his nose.
This was the rule in regard to tbe
culture of the ground, "Thou shalt not
plow with an ox and an ass together,"
illustrating the folly of ever putting in.
telligent and useful and pliable men in
association with the stubborn and the
unmanageable. The vast majority of
troubles in the churches and in reforma-
tory institutions comes from the disre-
gard of this command of the Lord,
"Thou shalt notplow with an ox and an
ass together."
There were large amounts of property
invested in cattle, The Moabites paid
100,00d sheep as an annual tax. Job had
7,000 sheep, 8,000 camels, 500 yoke of
oxen. The time of vintage was ushered
in with mirth and music. The clusters
of the vine were put into the wine press,
and then five men would get into the
press .and trample out the juice from
the grape until their garments were Batu -
rated with the wine and had become
the emblems of slaughter. Christ himself,
wounded until covered with the'blood of
crucifixion, making use of this aliuslon
wben the question was asked, "Where-
fore arb thou red in thine apparel and
they garments like one who treadeth the
wine vat?" He•responded, "I have trod.
den the wine prees alone." •
In all ages there has been great honor
paid to agricuiture. Seven -eighths of the
people in every country are disciples of
the plow. A Government is strong in
proportion as it is supported by an
athletic and industrious yeomanry. So
long ago as before the fall of . Carthage;
Strube wrote 28 books on agriculture.
Heeled wrote: a poem on the same sub-
ject, "The Weeks and Days.." Cato was
prouder of bis work on husbandry than of
all his military conquests. But I must
not be tempted into a discussion of
agricultural conquests. Standing' amid,
the harvests and orchards and vineyards
of the Bible, and standing amid the
harvests and orchards and vineyards
• of our bwn:country—larger harvests than
have ever before been gathered—I want
to run out the ` analogy between the pro-
duction of crops and, the growth of grace
in the soul, all those sacred writers
making use of that analogy.
In the first plaoe, in'grace as in the fields,
there must be a plow. 'an which: the-
ologians Call Conviction is only the
plowshare turning up the 'Alps that have
been rooted and matted in the soul: A
farmer said to his indolent son, "There.
are a hundred dollars buried deep i hat
field."' The eon went to work and. p :ed
the field from fence to fence and ;" ed
it very deep,and then oomplatned t he
bad not found the money: But hen
thecrop had been gathered and s .i for
a hundred dollars more than any evi
ons year, then the young reran to th
hint' as to what hie father mean ben
he said there were a hundred Oars
bpried down in that field. Deep P ing
for a Drop. Deep plowing for a so He
who makes light . of sin will ever
amount to anything in the ohuroin
the world.' If a man speaks of n as
though it were an inaccuracy or lois-
take, instead of the loathsome, a uin-
able, ,consuming and damning king
that God hates, that man will nev yield
a harvest of usefulness. When as a
boy I plowed a field with a team of rited
horses. I plowed It very quickly, oe in
awhile I passed over some of p sod
without turning it, but I did b jerk
bank the riow with its rattlingavices.
I thoughtit made no differeno After
awhile my father came along a said
"Why, this will never do. Tb isn't
plowed deep enough. There y have
missed this, and you have misssthat."
And he plowed it over again. "Jp diffi-
culty with a great many peoplis that
they are only Foratohed with °illation,
when the subsoil plow of Gop truth
ought to be put in up to the be4.
My word is to all Sabba school.
teaohers, to all parents, to all rristian
workers: Plow deep; plow dee
And if in. your own person experi-
ence you are apt to take a le t view
of the sinful side of your n re, put
down into your soul the Ten ruand-
ments, which reveal the holm of God,
and that sharp and glittering ter will
turn up your soul to the deepen depths.
If a man preaches to you tit yon are
only a little out of order byeason of
sin and that you need only a ;ole fixing
up, he deceives. Yon baveli'fered an
appalling injury by reason ofln. There
are quick poisons and slow mans, but
the druggist could give yi one drop
that mold kill the body. Aurin is like
that drug—so virulent, so Facetious, so
fatal that one drop is enougito kill the
soul.
Deep plowing for n crop. Jeep plow-
ing for a soul, Broken art or no
religion. Broken soil or no hvest. Why
was it that David and the .er and the
publican and Paul made se ado about
their sine? Had they lost :sir senses?
No. The plowshare struck tin. Convic-
tion turned up a great mar'things that
were forgotten. As a favor plowing
sometimes turns up the releton of a
man or the anatomy of a ionster long
ago buried, so the plowsha of convic-
tion turns up the ghastlskeletons of
sins long ago entombed. Glogists never
brought up from the caths of the
mountain mightier iohtosaurus or
megatherium.
But sabot means all thigooked plow-
ing, these crooked furrowsse repentance
that amounts to nothing, t repentance
that ends in nothing? M2 groan over
their sins, but get no boat They weep,
but their tears are not �inted. They
get convicted but not vole
rted. What
is the reason? I remambelhnt on the
farm we set a standard ith a red ling
at the other end of thetld. We kept
our eye on that. We airnEat that. We
plowed up trethat. Losintight of that,
we mala a crooked furraviKeeping our
eye on that, we Made a slight furrow.
Now, in this matter ofanviotion we
must have some standardp guide us. It
is a red standard that Genus set at the
other end of the field. lis the cross.
Keeping your eye on thayou will make
a straight furrow. Loig sight of it,
you will make a orookefurrow. Plow
up to the cross. Aim noit either end of
the hnrizontal piece of 9 cross, but at
the upright piece, at thaenter of it, the
heart of the Son of Ge who bore your
sins and mane satisfaotP. Crying,weep-
ing will not bring yourhrough. "Him
hath God exalted to 'a prince and a
Saviour to give ropenoe." Oh, plow
to the Dross! a
Again, I remark, it race, as in the
field, there must be sowing. In the
autumnal weather si find the farmer
going across the lit at a stride of
about twenty-three ivies, and at every
stride he pats bis bar into the sack of
grain, and be spri:les the seed corn
over the field. It tks silly to a man
who does not knowhat he is doing.
He is doing a very i aortant work. He
is scattering the 'ater grain, and,
though the snow ay come, the nexb
year there will be sgreat crop. Now,
that is what we arioing when we are
preaching the gosp;=we are scattering
the seed. Ie is the )lishness of preach-
ing, but it is thdvintor grain, and,
though the snows : worldliness may
come down upon'itit will yield after
awhile glorious leant. Let us be sure
we sow the right kit of seed. Sowmul-
lein stalk, and mutein stalk will Dome
up. Sow Canada tstles, and Canada
thistles will Dome a Sow wheat, and
wheat will come ui Let us distinguish
between truth anerror. Let us know
the difference betwe wheat and belle-
bore, oats and be ne.
The largest denolnation in this coun-
try is the denominlon of Notbingarians.
Their religion is dsystem of negations.
You say to one oflem, "What do you
believe?" "Well, lon't believe in infant
baptism" "What nyou believe?" "Well,
I don't believe ing- perseverance of the
saints," "Well, nv tell me what you do
believe," "Well, don't believe in the
eternal puniehme; of the wicked." So
their religion is tow of ciphers. Believe
something and tnh it, or, to resume
the figure of my Srt, scatter abroad the
right kind of se
A minister th I
her day preached a
o set the dens ina-
1 m
oalau at
sermon
tient of Christiai quarreling. He was
sowing nettles minister the other day
advertised that would preaoh a theser-
mon nnof transcendental
i
sap orit %
and organized fes to untransoendental
and unorganize {roes. What was he sow-
ing? Weeds. % Lord Jesus Christ 19
centuries ago °rated the divine seedof
doctrine. It sp g up. On one side of
the stalk are alb; churches of Chris-
tendom. On
other side of the stalls
aro all the freenvernments of the earth,.
and on the topiere shall be a flowering
millennium afi awhile. A11 from the
gospel seed of chrine. Every word that
a`parent or Sbath school teacher or
city enissionar�or other Christian work-
er
ork
er-speak for comes Grist u . Yea it
m p ,
comes up wit oompound,'Interest, you
saving one so that one saving 10; the
10, 100; the 1,000; the 1,000, 10,000;
"the.10,000, A 00 -on, on forever.
Again, I rdark, in grace, as in the
farm, there ret be a harrowing. I refer
now nos to aerrow that goes over the
field inorder{i prepare the ground for
the seed, bntiharrow which goes over
after theReeAt sown, lest the birds pink
up the seed, bking it down into the,
earth so that lean take root. You know
a harrow. It s made of bars of wood
nailed across oh other, and the under-
side of each li is furnished with sharp •
teeth,: and when the horses are hitched
to it it goes tearing and leaping across
the field, driving the end down into the
earth until it springs up In the harvest..
Bereavement, sorrow, persecution, era the
Lord's harrows to sink .the gospel truth
into your heart. There were truths that
ou hoard 80 years ago. They have not
erected you until recently. Some great
trouble name over you, andthe truth
was harrowed in, and ib bas come up.
What did God mean in this country in
1857? For a century there was the gospel
preached, but a great deal of it produced
no result. • Then God harnessed a wild
panic to a barrow of commercial disaster,
and that harrow went down Wall street
and up Wall street, down Third street
and up Third street, down State street
and up State, street, down Pennsylvania
avenue and up Pennsylvania avenue
until tbe whole land was torn to pieces
as it had never been before. What eel -
lowed the harrow? A great awakening
in which there wore .500,000 souls
brought into the kingdom of our Lord.
No barrow, no crop.
Again, I remark, in grace, as in the
farm, there must be a reaping, Many
Christians streak of religion as though it
were a matter of economics or insurance.
They expect to reap in the next world.
Oh, no! Now is the time to reap. Gather
up the joy of the Christian religion this
morning, this afternoon, this night. If
you have notas nhuoh grape as you
would like to have, thank God for what
you have and pray for more. You are no
worse enslaved than Joseph, no worse
troubled than was David, . no worse
soourged than was Paul. Yet, amid the
rattling of fetters, and amid the gloom
of dungeons, and amid the horror of
shipwreck, they triumphed in the graoe
of God. The weakest man in the house.
to -day has 500 acres of spiritual joy all
ripe. Why do you not go and reap it?
You have been groaning over your in-
firmities for 80 years Now give one
round about over your emancipation.
You say you have it so hard; you might
have it worse. You wonder why this
'great °old trouble keeps revolving
through your soul, turning and turning
with a black band on the crank. .Ah,
that trouble is the grindstone on which
you are to sharpen your sickle. • To the
fields! Wake up! Take oft your green
spectacles, your blue spectacles, ynur
black spectacles. Pull up the corners of
your month as far as you pull them
down. To the fields! Reap! Reap!
Again I remark, in grace, as in farm-
ing, there is a time for threshing. I tell
you bluntly that is death. Just as the
farmer with a flail beats the wheat out
of the straw, so death beats the soul out
of the body. Every sickness Is a stroke
of the flail, and the sickbed is the thresh-
ing floor. What, say you, ie death to a
good man only taking the wheat out of
the straw? That is all. .An aged man has
fallen asleep. Only yesterday you saw
him in the sunny porch playing with his
grandchildren, Calmly he received the
message to leave this world. He bade a
pleasant good -by to his old friends. The
telegraph carries the tidings, and on
swift rail trains the kindred come, want-
ing once more to look on the face of dear
old grandfather. Brush back the gray
hairs from his brow; it will never ache
again. Put him away in the slumber of
the tomb; he will not be afraid of that
night. Grandfather was never afraid of
anything. He will rise in the morning
of the resurrection. Grandfather was al.
ways the first to rise. His voice bus
already mingled in the doxology of hea-
ven. Grandfather always did sing in
oburoh. Anything ghastly in that? No.
The threshing of the wheat out of the
straw. That is all.
The Saviour folds a lamb in his bosom.
The little child filled all the hnuse with
her music, and her toys are scattered all
up and down the stairs just as she left
them. What if the hand that plunked
four-o'clooks out of the meadow is stifle
It will wave in the eternal triumph
What if the voice That made mnalo in
the home is still? It will sing the eternal
hosanna. Put a white rose in one hanti,
a red rose in the other band and a wreath
of orange blossoms on the brow, the
white flower for the vfetory, the red
flower for the Saviour's sacrifice, the
orauge blossoms for her marriage dap.
Anything ghastly about that? Oh, no!
The sun went down, and the flower
shut. The wheat thrashed out of the
straw. "clear Lnrd, give me sleep," said
a dying boy, the son of one of hey
elders; "dear Lord, give me sleep." And
he closed his eyes and awoke in glory.
Henry W. Longfellow, writing a letter
of condolence to those parents, said,
"Those last words were beautifully
poetic." And Mr. Longfellow knew what
is poetic. "Dear Lord, give me sleep."
'Twos not in cruelty, not in wrath,
'That the reaper came that day.
'Twos an angel that visited the earth
And took the fiower away.
Sn it may be with us when nnr work
is all done. "Dear Lord, give ma sleep'
• Where is the garner? Need I tell yaw
Oh, no So many have gone nut from
your own circles --yea, from your own
family—that you have had your eyes on
that garner for many a year. What a
bard time some of them had! In Getbse-
manes of suffering they sweat great drops
of blood. They took the "cup of tremb-
ling." and they put it to their hot lips,
and they cried, "If it be possible, let
thio cup pass from me." With tnngues of
burning agony they cried, "0 Lord, de-
liver my soul!" But they got over it,
They all got over it. Garnered! Their
tears wiped away; their battles all ended;
their burdens lifted. Garnered! The. Lord
of the harvest will not allow those
sheaves to perish in, the equinox. Garn-
ered! Some of us remember on the farm
that the sheaves were put on the top of
the rook which surmounted the wagon,
and these sheaevs were piled higher and
nigher, and after awhile the horses start•
ed for "the harn, and these shenvesswayeca
to and fro in the wind, and the oh
wagon croaked, and the horses made r
struggle and pulled so hard the homes
arn.e un in loops of leather on OA
t u+1s and when the front wheel strucl•
the elevated door of the barn it seemed
as if the load would go no farther until
the workmen gave a great shout, and
then with one last tremendous strain the
horses pulled in the load. Then they
were unharnessed, and forkfnlafter fork -
tat of grain fell lntn the niow. Oh, rey
friends, our getting to heaven .may be a
pull, a very hard pull, bat' these sheaves
are honed to go in. The Lord of the har-
vest has promised it I see the load :at
lastconning to the door of the heavenly.
garner, The sheaves of the Christian soot
away to end fro in the wind of death,
dual the old body oreaks under the loam,
end as the lead strikes the finer .of tl.c
oelestinl garter It seems as if it can gr ui
tarth"r' It is the last straggle nn`i1 t',
voices of .angels and the voices of ht,
departed kindred .and the• sceese t,°
voice of God shall, send the parr -z, r
Ing into the eternal : triumph, w nil,
up crud clown the sky the c•`. • fs '!
":harvest hornel Horsesn Jinni;+I'
LOVED ADVENTURE.
WILLIAM FENIMORE 'COOPER HAS
SEEN A THiNG OR TWO.
A Career Filled With HairbreadthFxcnpe.
xxpaiiences as a Cowboy and an
•
African Explorer -Greasers and'Andean
Cltlers His Game,
•
Few men have had more hairbreadth
escapes than Senor William Fenimore
Cooper,' who for many years lived near.
the extinct volcano of Zempoatepettle, in
the province of Orizaba,' Mexico.. He
made his home with the Mexican In-
diana the last of the once proud race of
Aztecs who fought ander Montezuma.
It was his custom daily to enter the
crater of the volcano and look for mosaic
agate, a translucent, prismatic stone
Somewhat similar to the onyx. One day
be went to sleep in the crater near a bed
of sulphur, and the latter naught fire
and Dame within, an ace of suffocating
him. His beard has been a burns umber
color ever sinoe.
The accident caused ,him to quit Mex-
ico for the United States, and he has
been here ever since. Some of the inci-
dents in Ms career show that he has
nerve,a deadly aim and a heart for every.
fate. He is a native of the Tar Heel
State, and when 16 years old he went
to Texas to become a cowboy. One night
near the Rio Grande river lie and ten
other cowboys were surrounded by Mex-
ican bandits, and a general fight follow-
ed. In the melee young Cooper was shot
in the head, and the bullet is still there.
He was dragged from the field as dead,
but after many weeks he recovered and
began to punob cows again and practise
pistol shooting, ,Ws idea was revenge
upon the greaser who had shot him in
the fight, whom he knew by sight.
One hot night in July, four months
after he was wounded, Cooper had his
horse staked out grazing while he took
bis siesta under a ohaparral tree onthe
banks of a little stream. When he
awoke, he lit a shuck oigarette and
casually looked down the stream. To
his amazement be saw the greaser who
shot him just getting up from a skate..
The greaser's horse was also grazing
some yards away.
Both ran for their horses,forthey knew
it was a life and death race. The greaser
was a sprinter, and to was Cooper, Each
reached his horse almost at the same
moment, and each mounted simultane-
ously. Their pistols left their hostiers
tcgether, and they began to fire at each
other. After two shots had been ex-
changed the greaser yelled out a chal-
lenge of the true cowboy style—i.e., they
would gnliop around in a oirole, shoot
at each other five tines apiece, and if at
the expiration of the 10 shots neither was
killed they would resort to the lariat.
Cooper readily agreed, because he had
devoted much practice to shooting from
his horse at full speed.
They rode a short distance from the
creek and then began their circular duel.
As they galloped around, the greaser
shot first and put a bullet hole through
the rim of Cooper's sombrero. It was a
close call and showed fine markmanship
on the greaser's part, As Cooper after-
ward remarked, "I could smell that
bullet, for it scorobed my eyebrows."
The first bullet from Cooper entered the
greaser's side, but ho pluckily kept his
seat' in his saddle and put a hole through
the cowboy's sleeve. At the second dis-
charge . from the cowboy's pistol the
greaser fell headlong from his horse.
Cooper thought be was dead, but the was
only badly wounded and recovered
months afterward, it made a gond Mexi-
can out of him, and he gave up brigand-
age and in time became an aloalde in the
province of Chihuahua.
At this period the subjeot of this
aketeh concluded he bad played cowboy
long enough and carne north, where he
married a handsome young lady, who, as
subsequent events proved, had as much
courage as her husband Of all places in
the world he concluded to go to Afrioa
on his wedding trip, and his wife did
not object. After weeks of sea travel they
started up the Congo river, with what
be termed the Cooper Trading Com-
pany. He had a regular expedition fitted
out, with elephants,Zanzibari guards
and porters and a few missionaries, to
help him buy ivory. For six or seven
months he was absent from the coast,
but when he returned be had secured
enough ivory to clear $10,000 above all
expenses.
Mrs. Cooper was with him every mo-
ment and carried a rifle, which she used
effectually on more than one occasion.
This was some years before Mrs. French
Sheldon penetrated to the interior of the
dark continent.
One of the petty chiefs, who had
plenty of ivory stored away,, refused to
sell it to Mr. Cooper. .Heals° complained
of the loss to his cattle he had sustained
hy the inroads of a big lion. When the
American made a proposition to the oan •
tankerous. pessimistic chief to go out
alone to kill the lion, the old savage
smiled with delight, for he thought the
conditions would be reversed, and after
the beast. had enjoyed a savory meal off
the white man then the expedition could
be looted and a bushel of heads secured.
A goat was tied in an open space in the
forest, and the cowboy, with his elephant
rifle, secreted himself near by. A11 night
long he waited. The goat bleated, and
yet the lion came net. Just as the sun
was rising a large male lion, with a ter-
rific roar, sprang into the open space
and upon the goat. Two quick reports
from the rifle were beard, and the ,king
of beasts rolled over dead, almost at
the feet of the intrepid hunter. The
natives cut open the lion after Mr.
Cooper set up its body to assure them
that life was extinct., and then occurred
a carious ceremony.
It aeems that in Cho southern . states
when a anan kills a deer for the first
time he is baptized in its blood,to:initiate
him into the Ancient. Order of Nimrods.
The senor requested to have the ceremony
performed upon himself with the body
of the lion. After the viscera had been
removed from . the beast Mr. Cooper,
with his clothes onwas literally dragged
through the place it had occupied. They.
made a swab of him, and Ms clothes
were•all stained with blood. This cere-
mony tickled the chief, and when it was.
explained to him that the white man,
after wallowing in the beast's blood, ,
could never be killed by an animal. (it
was a little fiction to impress the chief),
he wished to know whether, the palefaces
had gone through a similar ceremony.
When answered , in the affirmative,
with the additional information that the
ceremony had bean mooted frith deceased
men of over; Dolor, he u:uiu:;t, bowed
down and wor.hipml the lion slayer,
There was .nnthlh;z m o +i'o;l f•it the
senor, and he parr nm 'a n !erne gnon city
of ivory from the ;Moun-
tain News.
INDIAN BETROTHALS.
The mode in !Which ?Vez l.'ereas. Maiden*.
Select Their Husbands, •
An old custom was•revived by the Nez
Perces Indians and their visitors on the
occasion of a recent celebration. The na-
tives of the local tribs are very wealthy
people, and there are designing mothers
among the aborigines as well as in the
different classes of oivilized society, The
young bunks of the Nes. Perces tribe are
regarded somewhat like the scions of
nobility in matrimouiai ciroies. The
maidens from all visiting tribes were
bropgbt,to Lapwai to find husbands.
The customs of the tribes, whioh were
revived for the ,occasion, were more
effective than the Boston man's way,
says the Portlaud Oregonian.
The marriageable malaens were by
common accord quartered in a selected
spot in the Valley of the Lapwal.' At an
appointed hour the' young risen who
wanted wiveg to share their annuities,,
their homesteads and the affections of
thein hearts, appeared in procession on
the hallowed damp ground. The hour
was midnight, and the scene was in a
grove of trees made fragrant by the wild
flowers, and everyheart danced to the
music, of the rippling waters, The young
men marched forth, and none but candi-
dates for matrimony joined the march.
They were dressed in their brightest
colors, and each parried a white willow
Dane.. As they approaohed the tents they
chanted an Indian chorus that was dole-
ful as the song of the owl, and kept time
by beating upon the tents with their
Danes. The drumming was deafening to
the distant spectator, and must have
been distracting to the waiting maidens
in the tents. At last the singing and
the drumming bud the desired effect.
The maidens camp forth, atter a delay•
justlong enough to satisfy that universal
passion of the mind of a woman to drive
a lover read with doubt. There were
more men than maidens. The former
kept up the march and the music with•
out. Tire maidens countermarched on
the line of the same circle, moll selecting
a husband from the line. The chosen
ones hastened to follow their brides away
into the darkness. The unfortunate suit-
ors were left to despair.
Fre Who Thins Sbeuld Read.
One who "has been there" many times
has given some suggestions as to how
wheelmen should conduct themselves on
the streets, if they would avoid trouble.
He says: --
"Bicycle etiquet issimple, baring
for its baste the thoughtful consideration
of others.
"An alt -important rule is to always
offer assistance to a dismounted wheelman
or wbeelwoman who appears to be in
difficulty of any kind. Women, if the
paradox be permitted, put themselves an
the same footing an men when they
mount the wheel, and are bound to en.
counter practically the same conditions;
but, for all that, no man will forget to
extend to her the same courtesies that
she should receive under any other cir-
cumstances.
"She will need assistance frequently.
Don't 'plug' up a hill just because you
are able to do it, when the woman whose
muscles are weaker, and who is probably
riding a beavier wheel, is obliged to dis-
mount and walk up. Some men are fond.
of displaying before women their prowess
in that direction. She will admire you
much more if, instead of waiting at the
top of the hill for her, you dismount and
assist her up the hill.
"It is the duty of the men in a party
to see that the women get out of the trip
as much enjoyment as possible, while at
the same time it is incumbent upon the
women to trouble the men as little as
they can.
"In following a narrow path, permit
the women to precede you.
"Always observe the rules of the road.
Pass an approaching wheelman, vehicle
or pedestrian on the right—your right --
and anything going the same direction as
yourself on the left. When approaching
any one from behind, ring your bell.
Ride on the left hand of the woman, so
that you may have your right arm ready
to assist her, if necessary. .A left-handed
man will revert=s the position. The posi-
tion to the left also planes the man be-
tween the woman and any possible dan-
ger that may arise from passing vehicles.
"When escorting a woman, should you
come up behind a wagon at suob a time
that you will be forced to pass between
it andanotner team approaching, take
the lead nod force a passage for her to go
through. Ride near the right-hand horse
as you pass him, and do not pull over to
the left until the woman has plenty of
room in front of the horse.
"Never be ashamed to dismount. It
you meet a runaway, a brass band, a lot
of children or a group of wheelmen fill-
ing the street, you will do better on the
ground rather than giving an exhibition
of trick riding and fancy dodging.
"In riding through city streets al-
ways remember that, though the oar you
see may b3 going away from you, and
you have plenty of time to get by the
wagon, oars on the other track Dome the
other way, and that if riding fast you
may not be able to stop in time to clear
the foe. It rarely happens that a man or
wheel comes out of a collision in better
shape than the car."
Lot 0' Spasms.
Negroes are noted for the misapplica-
tion of words, but I doubt if ever a negro
made such a bull as this one. I was
stopping at the hotel, and wishing to
joke the negro. waiter, asked him to
please have my buttermilk boiled. He
looked mystified. "Why, boss, de fo'kes
hyah nebber does hab der buttermilk
boiled, sab." I told him I wanted it
boiled nevertheless; that I didn't pro-
pose to swallow a lot of protoplasms
alive. Be went off doubtingly and into
the kitchen. Aunt Sarah, the old colored
nook, positively refused to boil the milk,
as she had "nebber dun hyard anything
like dat baro'." Sam then went to the
mistress of the place and repeated what
I had said. Mrs:'-- laughed and told
the boy that I was joking.
"No, indeed, misous," he replied, "de
gem'man don said dot he wanted de
buttermilk boiled Ease he didn't want
ter get a. lot ob spasms while he's alive."
Circumstantial.
Mother (at a party)—Why did youal-
low young .Saphead to kiss you in the
conservatory?
Daughter—Why, ma!
Mother—Oh, you needn't "why, ma,"
me: .One side of his nose is powdered,
and' one side of yours isn't, and the peo-
ple have noticed .it.
The Dancer Signal.
"Have a little More of the booze?"
asked Perry Ps.tettic, after taking a
pull at the bottle.
"I—I 'guess. I, .hetter not try any
more," said Wayworn Watson with a
ehudder. "I've been seein' wood saws
floatin'• in the air for near a hour." --
Cincinnati Enquirer,
A. VICTIM OF SCIATICA.
UNABLE TO WORK THOUGH-
STRONG AND WILLING.
The Sufferings Of a Well Hnowm Guelph•.
Ciii2a•n--Could ?Not Move About Without
the Aid of a Stielr :Again as Strong- and
1-1e ;thy as Ever.
From the Guelph heronry.
There is perhaps no business or occu-
pation that any man could follow that is.
more trying to the health—particularly
in the winter—than that of moulding -
A workman leaves r the shop with his
clothing wrinring wet from perspiration,
and a cold wind chills him to the mar-
row, making him a ready mark for bum-
bago, sciatica and kindred troubles. A
moulder requires to be a man of name -
than ordinary strength, and to continue
at his work must always be in good
health, tor the moulding shop is nopiaoe'
for an invalid. Sciatica is by no means
an uncommon affliction for men of this
craft, and once the dread disease bas
lanced, a victim he seldom shakes himself
free from it again. In fact some people
declare it is incurable, but that it is not
we are able to testify hy a personal inters
view with one once afflicted with the
trouble, butwho is pow in perfect
health, thanks to his timely use of the
famous remedy. Thera are few workmen
better known in Guelph than Chas. W.
Waldron, perhaps better known as
"Charley Waldren," for be has lived in
Guelph almost continuously since he
was three years of age, and he has now
passed the 88th mile post. Mr. Waldren
is a moulder, and has worked at that
husiness for 22 years; and besides, being
noted as a steady workman, he is a man
whose voracity is unquestioned, It is a
well known fact here that Mr. Waldren
had to quit work in January, 1896, on
account of a severe attack of soieties,
and for eleven weeks was unable to do a
tap. Knowing that he was again at work
a Meroury reporter called at his resi-
dence one evening to learn the exact
facts of the ease. Mr. Waldren, when
spoken to on the subject, replied quite
freely, and had no hesitation in crediting
Dr, Williams' Pink Pills with his re•
markable recovery. "I am not one of
those people who are seeking newspaper
notoriety, said Mr, Waldren, "neither
have I been snatched from death's door,
but from the day when I quit work,
until March 30th, when I started again,
I was confined to the hou9e with sciatica.
It located in my hip and would shoot
down my leg to my foot and was very
painful. I could not move about the
house without the aid of a sane, and
then only with great pain. I was totally
useless as far as doing my work was
concerned, was never free from pain, and
it made me feel very much depressed, for
beyond that I felt strong and anxious to
be about. I am a member of three ben-
efit societies,from which I drew pay,viz.:
The Three Links, the Iron Moulders'
Association. and the Raymond Benefit
Society, People Dame to see me, and of
course everybody recommended a sure
ours. I didn't try half of them. It was
not possible, but I triad a great many--
partleularly remedies that I had been in
the habit of using for lumbago—but I
found no relief. I tried Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills. After using two boxes I no-
ticed an improvement, and I kepb on
using them. When I had used six boxes,
I was back at work again. I kept on,
until I had finished the Sth her, and I
never felt better in my life.
;'Have you noticed any recurrence of!'
trouble since?" queried the reporter. "I
have not," he replied, "enffered a single
twinge singe." Air. Waldren has worked
in all the moulding shops in the city. ,
and was never in his life laid off sick as.
long as he was from the attack of sci-
atica. He hardly know what it was to
be slok, and is of that tough wiry nature
that he can stand much greater physical
strain than most people would imagine.
Almost any person in the city can verify
his story. Mr. Waldren said, as the re-
porter gat up to leave, "I only hope some
poor fellow who bas suffered as I did
may notice my ease and get relief as I
did."
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills create new,
blood, build up the nerves, and thus
drive disease from the system. In hun-
dreds of oases they bave cured after all
other medicines had failed, thus estab-
lishing the claim that they are a marvel
among the triumphs of modern medical
science. The genuine fink Pi115 are, sold
only in boxes, bearing the full trade
mark, "Dr. Williahns' Pink Pills for
Pa,e People." Protest yourself from Im-
position by refusing any pill that does
not bear the registered trade mark around
the box.
'How's This!
11R a offer One Hundred Dollars Reward for
any case of Catarrh tba• cannot be cared by
Hall's Catarrh Cure -
F, J. ORKNEY & CO., Props., Toledo, 0.
We the undersigned, have known b',J,Cheney
for the last l5 years, and believe hint perfectly
honorable in an business transactions and fin-
ancially able to carry out any obligation made
b�� yEtheir firm,
W5T & Txama r, Wholesale Droggists,Toledo, 0.
WArnING, KramAx & MArtvrx, Wholesale Drug-
gists Toledo, 0.
Hall's Catarrh Cure is taken internally, act.
hag directly upon the blood and mucous aur.
facca of the system. Price Mc. per bottle. Sold
by all Drugglats. Testimonials free.
UNC' EPHRAIM ON HONESTY.
"In de fus' place, my dear breddern,
honesty am not common in dis heah'oi'
wort."
"W'en yo read in de noospapah's 'bout
'Nuddah good luau gone Wrong,' don't
yo' b'lieve it. Good men doesn' go
wrong."
"W'at Unc' Lphraina wishes is dat de
breddern w'at tells de 'Lewd o' Sundays
w'at howiiu' siuuabs dey is wouldnr be so
ca'ful ter lib up ter dey profession week -
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