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The Exeter Advocate, 1897-3-11, Page 7A FESTIVE RELIGION. REV. DR. , TALMAGE INVITES THE WORLD TO A BANQUET. Me Takes as a Text, "Bring Hither the Patted Calf," and Preaches an Inspiring I Sermon on the Joy of a Saved Soul...A Grand Peroration. . Washington, March 7.—The gladoesses of religion are set Oortle by Dr. Talmage in his serinon under the figure of a ban- quet, axid all the world is invited to be guests. The text is Luke xv, e8, "Bring hither the fatted calf and kill it." In all ages of the world it bas been customary to celebrate joyful events by festivity—the signing of treaties, the pro- clamation of peace, the inauguration of presidents, the coronation of kings,. the Christmas, the marriage. However mach on other days of the year our table niay have a stinted. supply, on Thanlesgiving day there must be something bounteous. And all the comfortable homes of Cluis- tendora have at some time celebrated joy- ful events by bancoaet and, festivity. Something has happened .on the ola homestead greater than anything that has ever happened before. A favorite son whom the world supposed would become a vagabond and outlaw forever has got trod of sightseeing and has returned to his fatherhouse, The world said he never would coine back. The old man always Said. his sou would come back, He had been looking for him day after day and year after year. He knew he would come back. Now, having rammed to his father's house, the father proolaims celebration. There is in the pad.dock a calf that has been kept up and fed to ut- most capaeity, so as to be ready for some occasion of joy that night .come along. Ah, there never would be a grander day on the old homestead than this day. Lot the butchers do their work and the house- keepers bring in to the table the smok- ing Meat. The lnusicians will take their places, and the gay groups will move up and down the Ooor. All the friends =a neighbors are gathered in, and an extra supply is Fent out to the table of the ser- vants. The father presides at the table and says gaace and thanks God that his long absent boy is home again. Ob, how they missed him 1 Haw glad they are to have him back! One brother stands pouting at the bach door and says t "This is a great ado about nothing. This bad boy should have been chastised instead of greeted. Veal is too good for him," But the father says, "Nothing is too good; nothiog is good emoug,ha There sits the young man, glad at the hearty reception, but a shadow of sorrow flitting across his brow at the rememi rance. of the trouble he had seen. All ready now. Let the covers lift. Music. He was dead, and he is alive again. He was lost. and he is found. By such bold imagery does the Bible set forth the merry -mating when a soul comes home to God. The Joy of a Convert. First of all, there is the new convert's joy. It is no tante thing to berome Christian. The most tremendous moment in a man's life is when he surrenders himself to God. The grandest time on 41 the fathee's homestead is when the boy comes back. Among the great throng who in the.parlors of our church pro- fessed Christ one night was a young maii who next morning rang my door- bell and said: "Sir, I cannot contain myself with the joy I feel. I came here this morning to express it. I have found more joy in five minutes in serving God than in all the years of my prodigality, and I came here to say so." You have seen perhaps a man running for his temporal liberty and the cancers of the law after him, and you saw hini escape, or afterward you hear the judge had par- doned eine and how great was the glee of that rescued man, but it is a very tame thing, compared with the running for one's everlasting life, the terrors of the law after him and. Christ coming in to pardon and bless and rescue and save. You remember John Bunyan in his great story tells how the pilgrim put his fingers to his ears and ran, crying, 'Life, life, eternal life!" A poor car driver some time ago, after years having had to struggle to support his family, suddenly was informed that a large inheritance was his, and there was a joy amounting to bewilderment, but that is a sneall thing compared with the experience of one when he has put in his bands the title deed to the joys, the raptures, the splendors of heaven, and he can truly say,. "Its mansions are mine; its temples are mine; its songs are mine; its God. is mine!" Oh,it is no tame thing to become a Christian! It is a inerrymak.ing; it is the killing of the fatted calf; it is a jubilee. You know the Bible never corn - pares it to a funeral, but always com- pares it to something delightful. It is more apt to be compared to a banquet than anything else. It is compared in the Bible to water—bright, flashing water, to the morning—roseate, flreworked, mountain teansfigured morning. I wish I could to -day take all the ible expressions about pardon and peace and life and comfort and hope and hea- ven and, twist them into one garland and put it on the brow of the humblest .obild of God in this assemblage and ory, "Wear it, wear it now, wear it forever, son of God, daughter of the Lord God. Almighty!" Oh, the joy of the new con- vert! Oh, the gladness of the Christian 'service! You have seen sometimes a man ID a religious assembly get up and give 'his experience. Well, Paul gave his ex- perience. He arose in the presence of two churches—the church on earth and the church in heaven—and he said, "Now, this is my experience, sorrowful, yet always rejoicing; poor, yet making many rioh; having nothing, yet possessing all things." If ,the people in this house knew the joys of the Christian religion, they would all pass over into the king- dom of God the next moment. When Daniel &oedema's was dying of cholera, his attendant said, "Have you much pain?' "Oh," he replied, "since I found the Lord I have never bad any pain ex- cept sin." Then they said to him, "Would you like to send a message to • your friends?" "Yes, I would. Tell them that only last night the love of Jesus came rushing into ray soul like the surges of the sea, and I had to cry out: 'Stop, Lord, it is enough; stop, Lord, enough!' " Ob, the joys of this Chris- tian religion I just pass over from those tame joys of this world, into the raptures of the gospel. The world cannot satisfy you; you have found that out Alexan- der, longing for other worlds to conquer, and yet drowned in his own bottle; By - 1•011 whipped by disgidetudes around the world; Voltaire mussing his own soul while all the streets of Paris were ap- lauding him; Henry II consuming with atred against! poor Thomas a Becket -- all illustrations of the fact that this world cannot make a man happy. The very man who poisoned the pommel of the saddle on which Queen Elizabeth rode shouted in the street, "God save the queen!" One =omelet the world ap- plauds, and the next moment the world anathematizes. Oh, come over into this greater joy, this sublime solaoe, this magnificent beatitude! The night after the battle of Shilleb, and there were thousands of wounded on the field, and She ambulances had not come, one Chris- tian soldier lying there a -dying under the starlight, began to sing— There is a land of pure delight. And. when be came to the next line there were scores of voices singing Where satiate hiamortal reign. • The song was caught up all through the fields among the wounded until it was said there were at least 10,000 wounded men uniting their voices as they came to the verse:— There everlasting spring abides And never withering flowers. 'Tis but a narrow stream divides This heavenly land from ours. A Momentous Step. it is a great religion to live by and a great religion to die by! There is only one heart throb between you and that religion. Just look into the face of your pardoning God and surrrender your- self for time and for eternity, and all is yours. Some of you, like the young man of the text, have gone far astray. I know not the history, but you know it. When a young man went forth into life, the legend says, his guardian angelwent forth with him, and. getting him into a field, the guardian angel swept a circle around where the youog nom stood, It was a circle of virtue and honor, and he must not stop beyond that eirole. Armod foes came clown, but were obliged to halt at the circle. They could not pass. But one day a temptress, with diamoncled hand, stretched forth and crossed that circle with the hand, and the tempted soul took it, and by that .one fell grip was brought beyond the cirble and died. Some of you have stepped beyond that circle. Would you not into this clay, by She grace of God, to step back? This, I say to you, is your hour of salvation. There was in the olosing lentos of Queen Anne what is called. the °leek scene. Flat down on the pillow in helpless sickness, she could not move ber head or move her hand. She was waiting for the hour when the ministers of state should gather in angry contest and, worried and wornout by the coining hour and in momentary absence of the nurse, in the power—the strange power whioh delirium sometimes gives one—she arose and stood in front of the clock, and stood there watching the clock when the nurse antitheft. The muse said, "Do you see anythiog pecu- liar about that clock?' Sho made no an- swer, but soon died. There is a clock scene is every history. If some of you would rise from the bed of lethargy and come out from your delirium of sin and look on the clock of your destiny this rctoment, you would see and hear some- thing you bane not see or heart' before, and every don of the minute, and every stroke of the hour, and every swing of thu pendulum would say, "Now, now, now, now!" Oh, come home to your Father's house! Come home, 0 prodigal, from the wilderness! Come home, come home! But I notice that when the prodigal came there was the father's joy. He did not greet him with any formal "How do you do?" He did not come out and say! "You are unfit to enter. Go and wash in the trough by the well, and then you can come in. We have had enough trouble with you." Ah, no! When the proprietor of that estate proalainseci festival, it was an outburst of a father's love and a fa- ther's joy. God is your Father. I have not much sympathy with the description of God I soinetimes hear, as though her were a Turkish sultan, hard and unsym- pathetic and listening not to the cry of his subjects. A man told me he saw in one of the eastern lands a king riding along, and two men were in altercation, and one charged the other with having eaten his rice, and the king said, "Then slay tke man, and by post mortem exam- ination find whether he has eaten the rice." And he was slain. Ah, the cruelty of a scene like that! Our God is not a sultan, not a despot, but a Father, kind, loving, forgiving, and he makes all hea- ven ring agaiix when. a prodigal comes back. "I have no pleasure," he says, "in the death of him that dieth." All may be saved. If a man does not get to hea- ven'it is because he will not go there. No difference the color, no difference the antecedents, no difference the surround- ings, no difference the sin. When the whitehorses of Christ's victory are brought out to celebrate the eternal triumph, you may ride one of them, and, as God is greater than all, his joy is greater, and when a soul conies bacle there is in his heart the surging of an infinite ocean of gladness, and to express that gladness it takes all the rivers of pleasure, all the thrones of pomp and all the ages of eternity.. It is a joy deeper than all depth, and higher than all height, and wider than all width, and vaster than all immensity. It overtops, it undergirds, it outweighs all the united splendor and joy of the universe, and who can tell what God's joy is? You re- member reading the story of a king who on some great day of festivity scattered silver and gold among the people, who sent valuable presents to his corn -tiers, but methinks, when a soul comes back, God is so glad that to express his joy he flings out new world into space and kindles up new suns and rolls among the white robed anthems of the redeemed a greater halleluiah, while with a voice that reverberates among the mountains of frankincense and is echoed back from She everlasting gates he cries, "This my son was dead, and he is alive again!" The Home Coming. At the opening of the exposition in • New Orleans I saw a Mexican flutist, and he played the solo, and then after- ward the eight or ten bands of music, accompanied by the great organ, came in, but the sound of that one flute, as compared with all the orehestras, was greater than all the combined joy of the universe when comparecl with the re- sounding heart ef Almighty God. For ten years father went three times a day to the depot. His son went off in aggravat- ing circusnstanpes, but the father said. "Ile will come beck." The strain -was too much, and his mind parted, and three times a day the father went. In the early morning be watched tilts tenni, its arri- val, the stepping on t of the passengers and then the depaeture of the train. At noon he was there again watehl-ng the advance of the train, evetehing the de- parture. At night he ',VW, Lilei'v• again Watbliing the cominte wetching the go- ing, for ten yearsle e \Vie SlI,0 hh= son would C03710 back. God loen t. Ing and waiting for some of you., my brothers, 10 years, 20 years, 80 years, 40 years, perhaps 50 years, waiting, wait- ing, watching, watching, and if now the prodigal should come home ve.hat a scene of gladness and festivity, and how the great Father's heart would rejoice at your coming home. You will corae, some of you, will you not? You will, you will. I notice also that when a prodigal comes home there is the joy of the min - 'stars of religion. Oh, it is a grand thing to preach this gospel! I know there has been a great deal said about the trials and the hardships of the Christian min- istry. I wish somebody would write a good, rousing book about the joys of the Christian ministry. Since I entered the profession I have seen more of the good- ness of God than, I will be able to cele- brate in all eternity. I know some boast about their equilibrium, and they do not rise into enthusiasm, and they do not break down with emotion, but I confess to you plainly that when I see a inao coming to God and giving up his sin I feel in body, mind and soul a transport. When I sec a man bound hand and foot in evil habit ernacipated, I rejoice over 15 as sthough it were my own en-lane-1Po- ioJoy of Saving Souls. When in one colon:Ionian serivce such throngs ofyoung and old stood up and in the presence of heaven and earth and hell attested their allegianue to Jesus Christ, I felt a joy something akin. to Shat which the apostle describes when he E says: "Whether in the body I cannot tell; God knoweth." Oh, have not min- isters a right to rejoice when a prodigal comes home? They blew the trumpet, and ought they not to be glad of the gather- ing of the host? .They pointed to the full supply, and ought they not to rejoice when thirsty seals plunge as the 'heart for the water brooks? They came forth, saying, "eell things are now ready," Ought they not to rejoice when the prod- igal sits down at the banquet? Life itesurs once men will all tell you that ministers of religion as a class live longer than any other. It is the statistics of all those who calculate upon human longevity that ministers of religion as a class live longer than any other. Why is it? There is more draft upou the nervous system than in any other profession, and their toil is most exhausting. I have seen ministers kept on miserable stipends by parsimoni- ous congregations who wondered at the dullness of the sermon when the men of God were perplexed ahoost to death by questions of livelihood and had not enough nutritious food to keep any fb:e in their temperament. No fuel, no fire. I have sometimes seen the inside of the life of many of the American clergymen, never accepting, their hospitality because they cannot afford it, but I have seen them struggle on with salaries of fire on $600 a year—the average less than that— their struggle well depicted by the west- ern missionary, who says in a letter: "Thank you for the last remittance. Until it came we had not any meat in our house for one year, and all last win- ter, although it was a severe winter, our children wore their summer clothes." And these men of God I find in different parts of the land struggling against an- noyance and exasperations innumerable, some of them week after week entertain- ing agents who have maps or lightning rods to sell and submitting themselves to all styles of annoyance and. yet without complaint and cheerful of soul. How do you account for the fact that these life insurance men tell us that min- isters as a class live longer than any other? It is because of the joy of their work, the joy of the harvest field, the joy of greeting prodigals home to their Father's house. Oh, we are in sympathy with all innocent hilarities. We eau enjoy a hearty song, and we can be merry with the merriest, but those of us who have toiled in the servioe are ready to testify that all these joys are tame compared with the satisfaction of seeing men enter She kingdom of God. The great eras of every ministry are outpourings of the Holy Ghost, and I thank God I have seen 16 of them. Thank God, thank God! abort Prayers. I notice also when the prodigal comes back all earnest Christians rejoice. If yoa stood on Montauk point, and there was a hurricane at sea, and it was blowing toward the shore, and a vessel crashed into the rocks, and you saw people get ashore in the lifeboats, and the very last xaan got on the rocks in safety, you could not control your joy. And it is a glad time when the church of God sees men who are tossed ou the ocean of their sins plant their feet on the rock Christ Jesus. Oh, when prodigals COMO home, just hear the Christians sing! Just hear the Chris- tians pray! It is not a stereotyped sup- plication we have heard over and over again for 20 years, but a putting of the case iu the bands of God with an impor- tunate pleading. No long prayers. Men never prayat great length unless they have nothing to say and their beans are hard and cold. Aal the prayers in the Bible that were answered were short prders. "God be merciful to me'a sin- ner." "Lord, that I may receive my sight." "Lord, save me, or I perish." The longest prayer, Solomon's prayer at the dedication of the temple'less than eight minutes in length, according to the ordinary rate of enunciation. And just hear them pray now that the prodigals are corning home. Just see them shake hands. No putting forth the four tips of the fingers in a formal way, but a hearty grasp, where the muscles of the heart seem to clinch the fingers of one hand around the other hand. And then see those Christian faces, • how illuminated they are! And see that old man get up and with the same voice he sang 50 years ago in the old country meeting house, say, "Now, Lord, lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen Shy salvation." There was -a man of Keith who was hurled into prison in time of persecution, and one day he got off his shackles, and he came and stood by the prison door, and, when the jailer was opening the door, with one stroke he struck down the man who had incarcerated him Passing along the streets of London, he wondered where his family was. He did not dare to ask, lest he excite suspicion; but, passing along a little way from the pri- son, he saw a Keith tankard, a cup that belonged to the family from generation to generation—he saw it in a window. His family, hoping that some day he would get clear, came and lived as near as they could to the prison house, and they set that Keith tankard in the win dove, hoping he would see" it, and he came along and saw it and knocked at She door and went in, and the long separated family were all together again. Oh, if you would start for the kirigdora Of'6041 this hour, I think some of you would find nearly all your friends and nearly all your families around the holy tankard ot•the holy connnunion--fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters—around that sacred tankard which commemorates the love of Jesus Chirst Our Lord. It wi11 be a great conamunion day when your whole family sits around the sacred tankard. One on earth. One in heaven. Once . more I reinark that when the prodigal gets back the inhabitants of heaven keep festal. I am very certain of it, 12 you have never seen a telegraph chart, you have no idea how many cities are connected together and how many lands. Nearly all the neighborhoods of the earth seem reticulated, mad news 'flees from city to city and from continent to continent. But more rapidly go the tidings from earth to heaven, and when a prodigal returns it is announced 'before the throne of God. And if these soule now present should enter the kingdom there would be some one in the heavenly kingdom to say, "That's my father," "That's my mother," "That's my sot," "That's the one I used to pray for," "That's the one for whom I wept so many tears;" and one soul would say, "Hosanna!" and, another would say, Pleased with the news, the saints below In songs their tongues employ. Beyond the skies the tidings go, And heaven is fillecl with joy. Nor angels can their joy contain, Bat kindle with new fire. The sinner lost is found, they sing, And. strike the sounding lyre. A Pine Picture. At the banquet of Luoullus sat Cicero the orator, at the Macdonian festival sat Philip the cenqueror, at the Grecian banquet sat Socrates the philosopher, but at our Father's table sit all the returned prodigals, more than uonquerors. The table is so wide its leaves reach across seas and lands. Its guests are the re- deemed of earth and the glorified of hea- ven, Tho ring of God's forgiveness on every hand, The robe of a Saviour's righteousness a -droop from every shoul- der. The wine that grows in the cups is front the bowls of 10,000 sacraments. Let all the redeemed of earth and all the glorified of heaven rise and with gleam- ing chalices drink to the return of a thousand prodigals. Sing, sing, shag! "Worthy is the Lanab that was slain to receive blessing and. riohes and honor and Own and Peeves., world without end I" That scene of jubilance comes out before me at this moment as in a sort of picture gallery. All heaven in pictures. Look, look! There is Christ! Cuyp painted him for earthly galleries, and Correggio and Tintoretto and Benjamin West and Dore painted him for earthly galleries, but all those pictures are eclipsed by this masterpiece of heaven - Christ, Christ! There is Paul, the hero of the sanhedrixa, and of Agrisma's court- room, and of Mars hill, and of Nero's infamy, shaking his chained fist in the very face of teeth chattering royalty. Here is Joshua, the fighter of Bethoron and Gibean, the man that postponed sundown. And here is Vasbti, the pro- fligacy of the Persian court unable to re- move her veil of modesty or rend it or lift it. And along the corridors of this picture gallery I find other great heroes and heroines—David with his barp, and Miriam with the cymbals, and Zechariah with the scroll, and St. John with the seven vials, and the resurrection angel with the trumpet. On, farther in the cor- ridors, see the faces Of our loved ones. The cough gone from the throat, the wanness gone from the limbs, the lan- guor gone from the eye. Let us go up and greet them. Let us go up and em- brace them. Let us go up and live with them. We will, we will! From this hilltop I catch a glimpse of those hilltops where all sorrow and sigh- ing shall be done away. Oh, that God woula make that world to us a reality! Faith in that world helped old Dr. Tyng when he stood by the casket of his dead son whose arin had been torn off in the thrashing machine, death ensuing, and Dr. Tyng, with infinite composure, preached the funeral sermon of his own beloved son. Faith in that world helped Martin Luther without one tear to put away in death his favorite child. Faith in that world helped the dying woman to see on the sky the letter "W," and they asked ber what she supposed the letter "W" on the sky meant. "Oh," she said, "don't you know? `'W' stands for 'Welcome.' " Oh, heaven, swing open thy gates! Oh, heaven, roll upon us anne or the sunshine anthems! Oh, heaven, flash upon us the vision of thy bluster! An old writer tells us of a ship coming from India to France. The crew was made up of French sailors who had been long from home, and as the ship came along the coast of France the men skip- ped the deck with glee, and they pointed to the spires of the churches where they once worshipped and to the bills where they had played in boyhood. But when the ship came into port, and these sailors saw father and mother and wife and loved ones on the wharf, they sprang ashore and rushed up the banks into the city, and the captain had to get another crew to bring the ship to her i000rings. So heaven will after awhile come so fully in sight we can see its towers, its mansions, its hills, and as we go into poet and our loved ones shall call from that shining shore and speak our names sve will spring to the beach, leaving this old ship of a world to be ina,naged by another crew, our rough voyaging of the seas ended forever. Gri retold Ps Grave. "In a gloomy and crowded part of Pentonville," says London, "there lies an old and neglected graveyard, which con- tains the remains of Grimaldi, the fa - MOUS clown; also the family grave of the Dibdins, though the great song writer himself doe's not rest there, and the graves of many other persons more or less known in London annals. The Met- ropolitan Gardens association has now begun to lay it out as a public garden, and the Clarkenwell vestry will keep it In order as an open space for the children, the toilers and the aged of the locality. Grimaldi's grave will be preserved and protected and the headstones restored. The family tomb of the Dibdins will also be railed in and likewise the tomb of Hardy, the famous astronomical. clock - maker." The King in Church. When George III came to the throne, one of his first acts was to issue an order prohibiting any of the clergy who should preach before him from paying him com- pliments in their sermons. This was especially aimed at a prebendary of West- minster who had in his discourse before him indulged in fulsome adulation. In- stead of thanks, the King gave him the -information that he came to church to hear the praises of God, and not his own. They Stick to Candles. At the, Prince of Wales' own particular club in London neither gas, electric light eor oil is commonly used, but in must Of the rooms shaded candles. WHY PERSIA'IS PEACEFUL, Mohammedans Are Not as Aggressive There as Elsewhere. Communications from Persia explain She remarkable quietude of the people and the absence of the usual attempts' at rioting and assassination, notwithstand- ing the violent removal of the late Shah. For more than it generation them has, been in Persia little or none of ti e Mo- hammedan fanaticisna which is at present foredooming the more orthodox vole of the Sultan of Turkey, says the Edinburgh Scotsman. The Shah form of Islam, which prevails in Persia and in North India, also, is considered a dangerous heresy by all other Mohammedans. The Persian Mujtahids and Moollas are few in number and even they are not un- affected by the growing Spoil belief, which saturates Persian literature, and is really a form of Hindu pantheism. Bishop Stuart, the Edinburgh citizen who has given his later years to continu- ing .the works of Henry Martyn and Dr. Bruce at Lephart and julfa, as well as at Yezd and Kerman, finds the people open to the influence of medical missious and schools. What the Soofl mysticism began, in supping the tenets of Islam. has of Rae been continued on an even wider scale by the Babi faith, which is heicl in- tensely, though secretly, by aboat 1,009,- 000 of the people. All I3abis are friendly to Christians. • Islam is rapidly losing- its hold on Persia. Occasionally, when the elanab missionaries seem too .openly active, the paid Moollas try to excite the mob to terrify the converts, but they treat the bishop and his colleagues with profound respect, as their fathers treated. Henry Martyn at Shiraz. Six converts from Islam have recently been baptized in Joffe alone, in spite of the legal death penalty, and they are most effective agents among their lsiudred and. country - Men. The large colony of Armoulans in Julfa prosper and advance in culture, sending out representatives to Calcutta. Bombay and the chief trading centers of Southern Asia. Bishop Stuart fade them willing coadjutors, so that altogether Persia for the time presents a striking vontraet to Turkey. The English mission In Persia gained a hold on the gratitude of the people in the famine of 1871-2, when Bruce and Gordon were the only ineu who saved the people but the earl- ier, Sir .Tolm. Malcolm and Martyn are not forgotten. Fishing by Electric Light. Every trounfisherinan knows that the fish in certain streams are abnormally cultured in the matter of flies, and have a well-defined contempt for a hook that is badly tied, or thessed to imitate a fly that is out of season. It would seem. however, that other fish beside the speck- led river favorite of the sportsman are being educated in the important matter of what to eat ancl what to avoid. It is said that although the fall run of the nutekerel on the Rhode Island coast is unusually heavy and the flsh are excep- tionally large, they ave so shy that the old way of taking them, the hook- and line, the drift nets and the seines, each of which was formerly effective, have failed. The fish simply decline to be (aught, and the owners of the mackerel sehooners are casting about for a new lure. The latest idea is a huge bag hang with freshly ground stosh, by means of lead sinkers. The mackerel rush for the bait, and when enough of them are within the net, the boom is raised. The old fishermen say that while this. device serves well enough for the voracious bull's-eye mackerel, the true mackerel is not to be tareen in by it The commander ot one boat is convinced that this wary fish is only to be circumvented by elee- trieity, and be has ate(' up an eleotrical apparatus for the purpose. This apparatus a; a simplification of 'what has been used for deep-sea fishing CM both the Pacific coast and the coast of Scot/and. In the boat is a dynamo, to which is attached a long wire carrying from one to six in- candescent light bulbs. The brdbs are filet lowered into the depths of the sea, and the lights are turned on. It is be- lieved that this will draw the true mac- kerel by night in such numbers as to make the seiniog of them easy and profitable. mor no Ton Walk? A shoemaker says: "As soon as a man comes into ine- shop and takes off his shoes I can tell whether or not he is a, good walker, and it is astonishing to find how few men know the proper way to step out If the shoe is worn down at the heel—not on the side, but straight back --aid the leather of the sole shows signs of weakness at the ball of the foot, a little greater on the inside just below tho base of the great toe I know 'that the wearer is a good walker. "If, however, the heel is turned on one side, or is worn unevenly throughout, ancl the sole is worn most near the toe, I know that I have to deal with a poor pe- destrian. The reason of the difference in position of the worn spot lies in the fact that the poor walker walks from his knees, and the good. one from his hip. "Watch the passer-by in the street and you will at once see the difference. Nine men out of ten will bend the knee very considerably in welkin g,steppiiag straight out with both hips on the same line, and the toe will be the first to strike the ground. The tenth man will bend his knee very little—juet enough. 50 clear the ground—and will swing the leg from the hip, 'very much as the arm es swung from the shoulder, and not from the elbow. "By so doing he calls upon the muscles which are strongest to bear the strain, and increases the length of his stride four to six inches. The heel touches the ground first, and not the toe. A slight searing is given from the ball of the foot on making another stride. "Men who walk in this fashion cover She ground 80 per cent. faster with the same exertion than those who walk from the knee." Mousole n tn. The mausoleum built by the Queen at Frogmore, near Windsor, was erected. and completed on the 15th of March, 1862. The word mausoleum was derived from Mausolus, King of Carla, 887 B. C. He married Artemisia, who was so passionately attached to hien that when he died she drank his ashes dissolved in a lig:Mel after his body had been burned. She erected a monument to his memory which was called Mausoleum and con- sidered to be one of the seven wonders of the world. Like a Doir. "She treats her baby as though it were a dog "Is that possible?" "Yes, she's hugging and kissing it all tlae time."—Chicago Journal. A VICTIM OF ASTHMA RAD NOT SLEPT IN BED FOR TWENTY-FIVE YEARS. Seemed Doomed to Torture and Con &MIMI Misery—Father, Grandfather and Great - G -rand father Had Died Front the Trouble 0-Xtelea$0 comes in Old A.ge--Tbe cure Looked Upon as a Miracle. Frora the 'Whitby Chronicle. For years stories of famous cures wrought by Dr. Williams' Pink Pills boos appeared in the Chronicle. Daring this time we have been pasting tanut for a local case of such a nature as to leave no doubt of the efficiency of these pills. We have found several, but in each ease it proved to be,a sensitive body twho could not bear to have his or her nalete and disease made public. Recently, however, a most striking- case came to our ears. Mr. Solomon Thompson lives on a beautiful farm on the west shore of Mud Lake in Carden township, North Vic- toria. He has resided there for forty years, being the first settler around the lake. He was reeve of Carden and Dalton townships thirty-five years ago, before the counties of Peterboro and Victoria were separated, and be used to attend the counties' council at Peterboro, Mn Thompson bas been it victim of asthma for forty years or inure. However we will let bixn tell his own story on that head. On October 15th, 180a, we took a trip to Mud Lake to visit the haunts long familiar to us, and made it a duty and founcl it it pleasure to call upon Mn. Tbompson and learn from seeing bim and hearing his account of it how he had been cured. For twenty-five years we had kociwn him as a gasping, suffering asthamtic, the worst we ever knew who managea to live at all. We often -won- dered how he lived erom day to day. On calling he met us with cheerful aspect and without displaying a trace of his old trouble. Being at once ushered into his house, eve naturally made it our fast business to enquire if it were all true about the benefits lie had received. from 'using Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. "Beyond doubt," said he. "How long have you ueed them, and how many bases have you used?" he was asked. 01 started a year ago, and took eight boxes." We next asked him if he felt that the cure was permanent. "Well," said he, "I have not taken any of the pills for three or four months. Still I am not entirely satisfied yet. You see ray father, grand- father and great-grandfather died of asthma. My people all take it sooner or later and it always ends their days. I have lost three brothers from the fatal thing. Knowing nay family history it is hard for me to gain faith, but I can tell you for nearly thirty years I have never slept in bed until I took Pink Pills. As you sliest have known, I always slept sitting in the (emir you now occupy. I had a sling helm that book in the ceil- ing and always sat with my head resting in it while I slept. I now retire to my bed when the. other members of ray family do." "How old. are you, Mr. Thompson?""Seventy-six," was the reply, 'and I feel younger than I did thirty years ago, I was troubled a great deal with rheumatism and other miseries, probably nervous troubles arising from want of sleep, but nearly all the rheu- matism is gone with the asthma." During the conversation Mrs. Thomp- son, a hale old lady, the mother of thir- teen childreo, came in and after listening to her husband's recital of these matters, she took up the theme. "I never expected that anything could cure Solomon," said she. "We were always trying to find something which would give him relief, so that he would be able to sleep nights, hut nothing ever seemed to make much difference. At first he took one of the pills after each meal, but after a time he increased the dose to two. We noticed he was greatly improved after taking two boxes and began to have hopes. Later on 'when we saw beyond doubt that he was much better, I recommended the pills to a niece of mine, Miss Day, whose blood had apparently turned into water and who had run down in health and spirits so bad that she did. not care to live. Why, she got as yellow as saffron, and looked. as if she would not live a week. 'You would hardly believe it," said Mrs. Thompson, "but that girl was the heal- thiest and handsomest girl in the neigh- borhood before three months had passed, and all from taking Pink Pills." Mrs. Thompson was °aired from the room at this juncture to attend to some house- hold duties, and Mr. Thompson resumed the subject of his marvellous cure, "You can have no idea," said he, "what it is to go through twenty-five years without it good night's sleep without pain. I can find no words to make plain to you the contrast between the comforts I now enjoy and the awful life I had for so long. I had a biecfamily of mouths to feed and had to work when at times I felt more like lying down to die. I would come in at night completely tuckered out, but even that was no guarantee or rest, There was no rest for me. I seemed doomed to torture and continual misery. When my folks urged me to try. Dr. Wil- liams' Pink Pills I thought it would be useless, but I had to do something or die soon, and here I am as right as a fiddle." The old gentleman shook his head.to add emphasis to his last sentence, and looked, like a man who felt joyful over a renewed lease of life, with all his old miseries re- moved. After congratulating our old friend on his divorce from the hereditary destroyer of his kindred, we drove away. At many places in the neighborhood we opened discussants upon the case and found that all regarded it as it marvellous euro. Where the Thompson family are known, no person would have believed for a mo- ment that anything bnt death would re- lieve him fromthe grip of asthma. Every word that is written here can be verified by writing Mr. Solomon Thomp- son, Dalrymple post -office, and an inti- mate acquaintance of twenty-five years enables the writer to vouch for the facts narrated above, and for the veracity of Mr. Thompson in any statement he may niakre: DWilliams' Pink Pills cure by going to the root of the disease They renew and build up the blood, and strengthen She nerves, thus driving disease from the system. Avoid imitations by insisting that every box you purchase is enclosed in a wrapping bearing She fulatrade mark, Dt, Williams' Pink Pills for Pale People. The superiority of _Mother Graves' Worm Exterminator is shown by its good effects on the children. Purchase a bottle and give it a trial.