The Exeter Advocate, 1897-5-13, Page 3A BATTLE FOR BREAD)
DR, TALMAGE ON FAMINES PHYSI-
CAL AND SPIRITUAL.
The Birds of the Bible—Elijah and the
Ravens That Fed Hier --Tho Ravons That
the Lord Has To -day ---The Vast. Family
of God.
Washington, May 9. -Dr. Talmage has
returned home after a most remarkably
successful tour through the west, and
in behalf of the famiue struck of India,
speaking in the great corn centersto
vastmultitudes of people and raising
many carloads of broadstuffs and many
thousands of dollars. His subject is to-
day to the last degree appropriate to all
who aro trying to achieve a livelihood.
Text, I Kings xvii, 6, "And the -ravens
brought him bread and flesh in the
morning and bread 'and flesh in the
evening."
•
. The ornithology of the Bible is a very
interesting study. The stork which
knoweth her appointed time; the com-
mon sparrows teaching the lessons of
God's providence; the ostriches of the
desert by careless incubation illustrating
the recklessness of parents - who do not
take enough pains with their children;
the eagle symbolizing solitude; the bat,
a flake of the darkness; the night
hawk, the ossifrage, the cuckoo, the lap-
wing, the osprey, by the command of
God in Levitious, flung out of the
world's bill of fare.
I would like to have been with Audu-
bon as he went through the woods, with
gun and pencil, bringing down and
sketching the fowls of heaven, his un-
folded portfolio thrilling all Christen-
dom. What wonderful creatures of God
the birds are! Some of them, this morn-
ing, like the songs of heaven let loose,..
bursting through the gates of heaven.
Consider their feathers, which are cloth-
ing and conveyance at the same titre;
thenine vertebrea of the neck, the three
eyelids to each eye, the third eyelid an
extra curtain for graduating the light of
the sun. Some of those birds scavengers
and some of then orchestra. Thank'
God for quail's whistle, and lark's carol,
and the twitter of the wren, called by
the ano:ents the king of birds, because
when the fowls of heaven went into a
contest as to who should fly the highest,
and the eagle swung nearest the sun, a
wren on the bank of the eagle, after the
eaglewas exhausted, sprang up anttch
higher, and so was called by the ancients
the king of birds. Consider those of
them that have golden crowns and
crests showing them to be feather im-
perials. And listen to the humming
bird's serenade in the ear of the honey-
suckle. Look at the belted kingfisher,
striking like a dart from sky to water.
Listen to the voice of the owl, giving the
keynote to all croakers. And behold the
condor among the Andes, battling with
the reinde, er. I do not know whether an
aquarium or aviary is the best altar from
which to worship God,
Ltijah and the Ravens.
There is au incident in my text that
baffles ailathe ornithological wonders of
the wurl.i. The grain crop bad been cut
off. Fanzine was in the land. In a cave
by the break Cherith sat a minister of
God, Elijah, waiting for something to
eat. \Chs slid he not go to the neighbors?
There were no neighbors; it was a
on the Nile, on the Ganges, on the
Hoang -Ho. It is a battle that has . been
going on for 6,000 years. The troops en-
gaged in it are 1,600,000,000, and those
who have fallen by the way are vaster in
.number than those who march. It is a
battle for bread.
Sentimentalists, sit in a cushioned
chair, in their piotared study, with their
slippered feet on a damask ottoman, and
sax that this world is a great scene of
avarice and greed. It does not seem so to
me. If it were not for the absolute neces-
sities of the case, nine -tenth of the stores
faotories, shops and banking houses of
the land would be: closed to -morrow.
Who is that man delving in the Colorado
Mils, or toiling in a New England fan
tory, ' or going through a roll of bills in
the bank, or measuring a fabric ou the
counter? He is a champion sent forth in
behalf of some home circle that has to be
oared for, in behalf of some • church of
God that has to be supported, in behalf
of some asylum of mercy that has to bo
sustained. Who is that'woman ,bending
over the sewing machine, or carrying
the bundle or sweeping the room, or
mending the garment, or sweltering at
the washtub? That is Deborah, one of
the Lord's heroines, battling against
Amalekitish want which Domes down
with iron chariot to crush her and hers.
The groat question with the vast ma-
jority of people to -day is not "home
rule," but whether there shall be any
home to rule; not one of tariff, but
whether there shall be anything to tax.
The great questions with the vast ma-
jority of people are: "How shall I sup-
port my family? How shall' I meet my
notes? How shall I pay my rent? How
shall I give food, clothing and education
to those who are dependent upon me?"
Oh, if God would help me to -day to
assist you in the solution of that
problem, the happiest pian in this house
would be your preacher! I have gone out
on a cold morning with expert sports-
men to hunt for pigeons. I have gone
out on the meadows to hunt for pigeons.
I have gone out on the meadows to hunt
for quail. I have gone out on the marsh
to hunt for reed birds; but to -day I cin
out for ravens.
Notice, in the first place in the story
of my text, that these winged caterers
came to Elijah direct front God.
"I have commanded the ravens that
they feed thee"' we find Gocl saying in
an adjoining passage. They did not
come -Out. of some other nave. They did
not just happen to alight there. God
freighted them, God launched them and
God told them by what cave to swoop.
That is the same God that is going to
supply you. Ho is your Father. You
would have to make an elaborate oaicu-
lation before you could tell me how
many pounds of food and how many
yards of clothing would be necessary for
you and your family. But God knows
without any calculation. You have a
plate at his table, and you are going to
be waited on, unless you act like a
naughty child and kick and scramble
and pound saucily the plate and try to
upset things.
God the All -Wise Parent.
EisRear.P.Tat'... Why dyd,h}tensog8111kck,auo, of
had been. they would have been dried
up. Seated. one morning at the mouth of
his cave, the prophet sees a flock of birds
apprn: ehirlg. Oh, if they were only
parcrie:c;ee, or if he only bad an arrow
with which to bring them down! But as
they O) ..:0 nearer, he finds that they are
not comestible, but unclean, and the
eatiru of them would be spiritual death.
The e.reegth of their beak, the length
of their ,wings, the blackness of their
color, their loud, harsh "crock, crock,"
prove the :n to be ravens.
They whir around about the prophet's
head, tine then they come on fluttering
wing and pause on the level of his lips,
and one i f the ravens brings bread, and
anuther raven brings meat, and after
they hoc i discharged their tiny cargo
they wheal past, and other come, until
after awnile the prophet has enough,
and these black servants of the wilder-
ness table are gone. For six months,
and some say a whole year, morning and
evening, a breakfast and supper bell
sounded as these ravens rang out on the
air their "truck cruck!" Guess where
they got the food from. The old rabbins
say they get it from tho kitchen of King
Ahab. Others say that the ravens got
. their food from pious Obadiah, who was
• in the habit of feeding the persecuted.
Some say that the ravens brought the
food to -et +sir young in the trees, and that
Elijah had only to climb up and get it.
Some say that the whole story is improb-
able, for those ware carnivorous birds,
and the food they carried was the torn
flesh of living beasts, and therefore
ceremonially unclean, or it was carrion,
and woulii have been unfit for the prophet.
' Some say they wore not ravens at all but
,ijhat the word translated. "ravens" in
my text ought to have been translated
"Arabs." So it would have read, "The
: Arabs brought bread and flesh in the
1 ;morning and bread and fiesh in the
evening." Anything but admit the Bible
' to be true.
The Battle for Bread.
i Hew away at this miracle until all the
• miracle is gone Go on with :the deplet-
•ing process, but know, my brother, that
you are robbing only one man—and that
, is yourself—of one of the most comfort-
ing, beautiful, pathetic and triumphant
lessons in alt the ages. I can tell you
!who these.purveyors were. They were
ravens. I can tell you who freighted
them with provisions—God. I can tell
• t you who launched them —God. I can
tell you who taught them which way to
i fly -Gori. I can tell you who told them
rat what cave to swoop—God. I can tell
! you who introduced raven . to prophet
land prophet to raven—God. There is one
passage I will whisper in your ear, for I
I would. not want to utter it aloud, lest
°. some ono should drop down under its
,poyver, "If -any man shall take away
Inman the words of the prophecy of this
!book, God shall tarso away his part out
of the boob of • life and out of the Holy
City."
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,rag L+lrjah, let the swift clove of God s
spirit sweep down the sky with divine
!food, and on outspread wing pause et
the lip 'of every.soul• hungering for com-
fort.
Ou the banks of what rivers have been
the great battles of the world? While you
are looking over the map of the world to.
,answer that I viii tell you that the great
conflict of to -day is on the Potomac, on cat New Englanu: The - water disap;
the Hudson, on the Mississippi, on the
Thames, on the Savannah, on, the Rhine, , Peered from the hills, and the farmers
living on the bills drove -their cattle
down, toward the valleys, and had them
supplied at the wells and fountains of
the neighbors. But these after awhile
began to fail, and the neighbors said to
Mr. Birdsoye, of whom I shall speak:
"You must not send your Hooks and
herds down here any more. Our wells
are giving out." Mr, Birdseye, the old
Christian man, gathered his family at
the altar, and with his family he gathered
the slavesof the household for bondage
was then in vogue in Connecticut—and
on their knees before God they- cried for
water, and the family story is, that there prayers of that woman,item by iemt
was weeping and: great sobbing at that'
item by item. -One day, rising from the
altar that the family might not perish family altar the servant said, "You have
for lack of water and that the herds and
Hooks might not perish.
The family rose from the altar. Mr.
Birdseye, the old man, took his staff and
walked over the hills, and in a place
where he had been scores of times with-
out noticing anything particular he saw
the ground was very clark, and he took
Ms staff and turned up the ground, and
water started, and he beckoned to his
servants, and they came and brought
pails and buckets until all the family
and all the flocks and the herds were
oared for, and then they made troughs
reaching from, that place down to the
house and barn, and the water flowed,
and it is a living fountain to -day.
Now I call that old grandfather Elijah,
and I .call that brook that began to roll
been, 'and is rolling still, the brook
Cherith and the lesson to me and to all
who hear it is when you are in ,great
stress of circumstances. Pray and dig,
dig and pray, and pray and dig. . How
does that passage go? "Themountains
shall depart and. the hills be removed,
but my loving kindness shall not fail."
If your merchandise, if your mechanism,
if your husbandry, fail, look out for
ravens. If you have in your despondency
put. God on trial and condemned him as
guilty of cruelty, I move to -day for a
new trial. If the biography of your life
is ever written, I will tell you what the
first chapter, and the middle chapter,
and the last chapter will be about if it
Is written accurately; the first chapter
about mercy, tho middle chapter about
mercy, the last chapter about mercy. The
mercy that hovered over your cradle. The
mercy that will hover over your grave.
The mercy that will cover all between.
God has a vast family and everything
is inothodized, and you aro going to be
served if you will only wait your turn.
God has already ordered all the suits of
clothes you will ever need down to the
last suit in which you will be laid out.
God has already ordered all the food you
will ever eat down to the last murals
that will be put in your mouth in the
dying sacrament. It may not be just the
has no spare' ravens for idlers or for
people who aro prayerless. I put it in the
boldest shape possible, and I am willing
to risk my eternity on it. Ask god in
the right way for what you want and you
shall have it if it is best for you.
Mrs. Jane Pithey 'of Chicago, a well
known Christian woman, was left by her
husband a widow with one half dollar
and a cottage. She was palsied and had
a mother 90 years of age to support. The
widowed soul every day asked God for all
that was needed in the household and
the servant even was astonished at the
precision with which God answered the
God's Unexpected Agents.
Again, this story of the text impresses
me that relief came to this prophet with
the most unexpected and with seemingly
impossible conveyance. If it had been a
robin redbreast, or a musical meadow
lark, or a meek turtledove, or a sublime
albatross that had brought the fond to
Elijah, it would not have been so sur-
prising. But, no. It was a bird so fierce
and inauspicate that we have fashioned
one of our most forceful and repulsive
words out of it—raveuous. That bird has
a passion for picking out the eyes of men
and of animals. It loves to maul the sick
and the dying. It swallows with vultur-
ous guzzle everything it can put its beak
on, and yet all the food Elijah gets for
six months or a year is from ravens. So
your supply is going to come from an
unexpected source.
You think some great hearted, gener-
ous man will conte along and give you
his name on the back of your note, or he
will go security for you hi some great
enterprise. No, he will not. God will
open the heart of some Shylook toward
you. Your relief will come from the most
unexpected quarter. The providence
which somed ominous will be to you
:11./EtainM Qirar'diit" 'cheats oHidnlfefK
judgment as to what ought to be the
apparel and the food of the minor in the
family. Tho child would say, "Give
me sugars and confections." "Oh, no,"
says the parent. "You must have some-
thing plainer first." The child would
say, " Oh, give me those great blotches
of color in the garment." "No," says the
parent. "That wouldn't be suitable."
Now, God is our Father and wo aro
minors, and he is going to clothe us and
feed us, although he may not always
yield to our infantile wish for the sweets
and glitter. Those ravens of the text
did not bring pomegranates from the
glittering platter of King Ahab. They
brought bread and moat. God. had all
the heavens and earth before him and
under him, and yet be sends this plain
food because it was best for Elijah to
have it. Oh, be strong, my hearer, in
the fact that the same God is going to
supplyyou l It is never ".hard times"
with him. His ships never break on the
rocks. His banks never fail. He has the
supply for you, and he has the means for
sending it. He has not only the cargo,
but the ship. If it were necessary, he
would swing out from the heavens a
flack of ravens reaching from his gate to
yours, until the food would be flung
down the sky from beak to beak and
from talon to talon.
Notice again in this story of the text
that the ravens did not allow Elijah to
hoard up a surplus. They did not bring
enough on Monday to last all the week.
They did not bring enough one morning
to last until the next morning. They
came twice a day and brought just
enough for one time. You know as well
as I that the great fret of the world is
that we want a surplus; wo want the
ravens to bring enough for 50 years.
You have more confidence in the Wash-
ington banks or Bank of England that
you have in the royal bank of heaven.
You say: "All that is very poetic, but
you may have the black ravens. Give
me the gold eagles." We had better be
content with just enough. If in the
morning your family eats up all the
food there is in the house, do not sit
down and cry and say, "I don't know
where the next meal is to come from."
About 5 or 6 or '7 o'clock in the morn-
ing just look up and you will see two
black spots on the sky and you will hear
the flapping of wings, and instead of
Edgar A. Poe's insane raven alighting on
the chamber door ' ` only this and nothing
more," you will find Elijah's two ravens,
or two ravens of the Lord, the one
bringing bread and the other bringing
meat—plumed 'butcher and baker.
Prayer That Brought Water.
God is infinite in resource. When the
city of Rochelle was besieged and the in-
habitants were dying of thefamine, the
tidos washed up on the beach as never
before, and as never since, enough shell-
fish to feed the whole city. God is good.
e
isno mistake about that. History
y
tells us that in 1555 in England there
was a great drought. The crops failed,
but in Essex, on the rocks, in a place
where they had neither sown 'nor .out
ttu.ed, a great crop of peas grew until
they filled a hundred measures, and there
were blossoming vines enough, promis-
ing .as much more.
But 'Why go so far? I can give you a
family incident. Some generations back
there was .a great drought in Conneoti-
�cihtn that•whioh seosalietli�usnicious.
r cro uv es ..t...•.unon w rease aj,s
not asked for coal, and the coal is out."
Then they stood and prayed for the
coal. One hour after that the servant
threw open the door and said, "The coal
has come." A generous man, whose
name I should give you, had sent—as
never before and never since—a supply
of coal. You cannot understand it. I do.
Ravens! Bavens !
The Coming of the Ravens.
My friend, you have a right to argue
from precedent that God is going to take
care of you. Has he not done it two or
there tildes every day? That is most mar-
vellous. I look back and wonder that
God has give me food three times a day
regularly all my lifetime, never missing
but once, ' and then I was lost in the
mountains, but that very morning and
that very night I met the ravens.
Oh, the Lord is so good that I wish
all his people would trust him with the
two lives—the life you are now living;
and"that whioh every tick of the watch
and every stroke ' of the clock inform
you is approaching. Bread for your im-
mortal soul Domes to -day. Seel They
alight on the platform. They alight an
the backs of all the pews. They swing
among the arches. Ravens! Ravens!
"Blessed are they that hunger after
righteousness, for they shall be tilled,"
To all the sinning, and the sorrowing,
and the tempted, deliverance Domes this
hour. Look down and you see nothing
but your spiritual deformities. Look
back, and you sec nothing but wasted
opportunity. Cast your eye forward, and
you have a fearful looking for judgment
and fiery indignation which shall devour
the adversary, But look up, and you
behold the whipped shoulders of an in-
terceding Christ, and the face of a par-
doning God, and the irradiation of an
opening heaven. I hear the whir of their
wings. Do you not feel the rush of air
on your cheek? Ravens! Ravens!
There is only one question I want to
ask: How many of this audience are
willing to trust God for the supply of
their !smiles, and trust the Lord Jesus
Christ 1 r the redemption of their im-
mortal souls? Amid the clatter of the
hoofs and the clang of the wheels of the
judgment chariot, the whole matter will
be demonstrated.
wing clashed with white and brown and
chestnut; it will be a black raven.
Here is where we all make our mis-
take, and that is in regard to the color
of God's providence. A white providence
conies to us and we say, "Oh, that is
mercy!" Then a black providence conies
toward us, and we say, "Oh, that is dis-
aster 1" The white providence comes to
you, and you have great business suc-
cess, and you have $100,000, and you get
proud, and you get independent of God,
and you begin to feel that prayer, "Give
me this day my daily bread," is inap-
propriate for you, for you have made
provision for 100 years. Then a black
providence comes, and it sweeps every-
thing away, and then you begin to pray,
and you begin to feel your dependence,
and begin to be humble before God, and
you ory out for treasures in heaven. The
black providence brought you salvation.
Tho white providence brought you ruin.
That which seemed to be harsh and fierce
and dissonant was your greatest meroy.
It was a raven. There was a child born
iri your house. All your friends con-
gratulated you. The other children of
the family stood amazed looking at the
newcomer and asked a great many ques-
tions, genealogical and chronological.
You said—and you said truthfully—that
a white angel flew through the room and
left the little one there That little ono
stood with its two feet in the very
sanctuary of your affection, and with its
two hands it took hold of the altar of
your soul. But one day there carne one
of the three scourges of children—scarlet
fever, or croup, or diphtheria—and ail
that bright scene vanished. The chatter-
ing, the strange questions, the pulling at
the dresses as you crossed the floor—all
ceased.
The Black Prnvidences.
As the great friend of children stooped
down and leaned toward that cradle and
took the little one in his arms and
walked away with it into the bower of
eternal summer, your eye began to fol-
low him, and you followed the treasure
he carried, and you have been following
them ever since, and instead of thinking
of heaven only once a week, as formerly,
you are thinking of it all the time, and
you are more pure and tender hearted
than you used to be, and you are patient-
ly waiting for the daybreak. It is not
self righteousness in you to aoknowledge
that you are a better man than - you used
to be, you are a better woman than you
used to be. What was it that brought
you the sanctifying blessing? Oh, it was
the dark shadow on the nursery; it was
the dark shadow -on the short grave; it
was the dark shadow on your broken
heart; it was the brooding of a great
blank trouble; it was a raven; it was a
raven. Dear Lord, teach this people that
white providenoes do not always mean
advancement, and that black providences
do not always mean retrogression.
out of your
o God,get
hild• n f
C i.e
up
despondency. adeps The Lord never had so
many ravens as he has to -day. Fling
your fret and worry to the winds. Some-
times• under the vexations of life you
feel like my little girl of 4 years, who
said under some childish vexation, "Oh,
I wish I could go to heaven and see God
and pick flowers!" Ho will let you go
when the right time conies to pick flow-
ers. Until then, whatever you want, pray
for, I suppose prayed pretty much
all the time. Tremendous work behind
Meat Tremendous work before him. God
HE AVOIDS EXPLOSIVES.
Drifter's Experiences Have Led 'Him to
Steer Clear of Them.
"As you say, I am extremely cautious
about handling high explosives," admit.
ted Drifter, "and for a man who has
mixed in the mining business I confess I
am unique. Why, I actually avoid fire-
works displays, except at a safe distance,
and whon the big down town stores.
blossom out with Fourth of July decora-
tions I pass by on the other side.
"I wasn't so easily scared when you
first knew me. That's true. May be I
oan explain how the snare developed in
me. One day while tramping along over
a dusty road in Connecticut—there being
no stage line to my destination—I was
overtaken by a jolly young chap who was
driving such a wagon as cigar and candy
peddlers in New England affect, He gave
me a lift, and put the whip to his
horses. He went at a hot pace and puffed
away at a cigar from my 'case. I enjoyed
my smoke, too—that is, until we reached
the village. Then the driver tossed his
stump iu the road and said:—
" 'Young fellow, fire that cheroot.
You're riding on a powder wagon, and
the boss would bounce me if he caught
us smoking. I'm used to taking chances;
wasn't born to be blown up.'
"The very next day an explosion shook,
the country. A powder plant went pp in
the twinkling of an eye, and that care-
less driver -well, he was too widely scat-
tered to need a funeral.
"I was rattle brained when I made
my first trip to the mining regions now
famous as the Lake of the Woods mineral
belt. We had to pack all the supplies to
our camp, and when we came to a port-
age I took my share of the work. I
picked up a box weighing about 50
pounds and toted it half a mile. I wanted
to fill my pipe, so I carelessly tumbled
that box—containing panned goods for
all I knew—down on the ground. Jack
Brown, the foreman of the outfit,
lounged back to the trail and said
quietly:—
" `Drifter don't be so kittenish with
that box. It's full of dynamite. Lucky
for you and the lot of us that I filled it
at the winter cache near Rat Portage,
and its frozen.'
"I didn't talk above a whisper during
the rest of the trip. The next summer I
went to the mine and did my turn on
one of the drifts. One day I proposed a
fishing trip. Mike, the day engineer,
laid off and went with me in our canoe.
The pickerel didn't show up to suit
Mile. So,paddling to a rock entirely bare
U.' vegetation he stretched himself and
said:—
" 'Now, Mr. Drifter, I'll show you
how to catch fish.' Ho had a dynamite
cartridge in a bottle. He inserted a fuse,
packed the dangerous stuff tightly in
the neck of the bottle and said, 'I'll
touch this off, toss it in the lake and
heaven help the fishes.' I argued against
such unsportsmanlike slaughter, and
Mike got rattled. We were standing on a
naked rock. Mike's foot slipped, that
infernal bottle dropped from his hand,
and we—
"No, we wore not blown to kingdom
come, for Mike just grabbed the bottle
an inch or so from the rock. Ile tarns;
it out in the lake. There wee a convul-
sion, a vast jet of water shot up ii, the
air and hundreds of fluttering tiev.:.u„1
dying fish lay on the surface. I lean.:n'r
have tousled one to save tie frim „ali.-
ing, and though. Mike simply seta, ''...: • t
was close enough,' he su _ roti :1 -: :th-
ing to the camp, and he was the tint res!
man t�i,,n.,7,ynthe }}}}outfit for the past u,•.,, .i.
jtts0 V1z1ni•'[t'1Seswtov to 11112 a lli:�l: ..v •..
don't nose around powder trill. or t to
investigate chemical works, and when I
go back to mining the miner wli.i ;ir,.'
to thaw out a dynamite cartridga the
fire is our shank will get au, of , snip
before he's a minute older if I catch
him."—New York Sun.
Peasant Theaters in the Tyrol.
Last summer Colonel E. Waring, jr.,
commissioner of street cleaning in New
York made a bicycle tour through Cab
Tyrol. His second paper describing his
experiences appears in The Century
under the title of "Bicycling Through
the Dolomites." Colonel Waring says:
All the world has heard of and much of
the world has visited the patriotic pas-
sion play at Obermmeargan, but few
know the degree to which the dramatic
faculty is developed among the Tyrolese.
As Brixlegg, in the lower Inntbal, I saw
some years ago a very impressive passion
nl'w performed by the people of the vil-
lage, "-i-;-a. —cos said to he mania
the Oberammergau may was beiojr`e
Bayard Taylor made it known to the
+world and started it on its course of
financial prosperity. This year we made
h fine run to Brixlegg, to sec, in the
Same barnlike playhouse, a performance
of "Speckbacher," representing incidents
of Hofer's patriotic campaigns against
the Bavarians and the French. The title
role was taken by a young man who
looks much like De'freggor's portrait of
the hero. He was a stick and the Hofer
was Leather ponderous, but the minor
parts were capitally given, and the young
woman who played the peasant heroine
gave great pathos and interest to the
play.
In Pradl, an outlying ward of Inns-
bruck, there is a noted peasant theater
whore local plays, with a high develop-
ment of the patriotic element, delight
the popular audience on Sunday after-
noons and give much satisfaction to the
visitors who attend them during the
summer. One of the most successful of
the dramas was written by the wife of
a shoemaker in Pradl, who plays the
leading part with great acceptance. In
Meran in the autumn months, in a fine
open-air theater, the play of "Andreas
Hofer" . is said to be unusually fine.
Hofer ivas a native of the Passeierthal,
which debouches at Meran. The costumes
of his time still prevail there, and its
traditions still live, so that this play is
said to be marked with great bistoric
setting.
• Pigs Along Shore.
Pigs like fish, and pigs raised along
shore owned by fishermen get plenty of
fish to eat. Sometimes fish is fed to the
pigs to clear thein of scurvy. Horseshoe
crabs are often fed to pigs, the crabs
being cut clear of the shells so that the
pigs can get at them easily. The pigs
like horseshoes.
Often around salt water creeks
minnows are caught and dumped into
pigpens by the bushel. Many fish have
bard, sharp, projecting spines tbat might
stick in the pig's throat. When fish of
this sort aro fed, the spines are first cut
off, and only the bodies and tails fed.
One of the names of the American sole
is hog choker.
Other food is fed along with fish, and
fish is never fed to the pigs before killing
time; it would make the pork taste flshy.
Pigs will eat soft clams. Down the bay
of Fundy way pigs go out at low tide
and root for mussels. There, where the
tido rises 40 or 50 feet and comes in
with great suddenness, it is necessary for
the pigs to be on the alert, and they
are. They hear the first sound of the
coining tide wave and turn and scamper
for the shore, and even then they gat
there none too soon occasionally.—New
York San.
Couldn't be. Found.
Ina country court room the other her daY
a very amusing- inoident occurred.
There had been quite a little chattering
among the spectators, causing the judge
to exclafan :—
"Let us have 'decorum, in the court."
Anofficer, a real native of the Emer-
ald Isle, mashed at once to the door. call-
ing out:—
'Richard
ut:—'Richard Grum! Richard Orum !"
It goes without saying that "deobruni"
was still wanting for a brief period in
that oourt.
AN AUNT'S ADVICE.
I31t,OUGILT A 'YOUNG LADY OUT OF
THE SHADOW OF DEATH
A Remarkable ,Case That Vividly Shows
the wonderful Health -Restoring. Power
of Dr. Williams' Pink P111R:
From the Orangeville Banner.
There is no doubt at all that many
people are prejudiced against proprietary
medicines, and equally no doubt many
look upon the testhnonials published as
much in the nature of an exaggerated
puff. If the Banner has been tinctured
with this feeling it has, so far as one
medicine is concerned, had its doubts
removed. We refer to Dr. Williams' Pink
Pills, concerning the curative qualities
of which strong claims have been made,
and proofs advanced in their support
which seemed equally strong. But it is
when one comes across in their own
locality a case almost rivalingany that
have been made public, that doubt dis-
appears and conviction follows. Such a
case the Banner Dame across and investi-
gated and now gives the facts. The case
is that of Miss Sarah Langford, an esti-
mable young lady who resides in the
neighborhood of Camilla. We were told
she hadbeen brought near to death's
door and bad been restored to health
through the agency of Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills. We decided, however, to cast
horesay aside and investigate for our-
selves.
Wo found Miss Langford the picture of
health and good spirits, at her pleasant
home in Camilla. In response to our in-
quiries as to her illness and the pause of
her recovery, she expressed her willing-
ness to satisfy our curiosity, and, as she
added, relate her experience for the good
of others afflicted as she was. Her story
very briefly was as follows: --
"I had la grippe. in the spring of 1894.
I did not seem to get over the effects of
the attaok,and as the summer progressed
became weak and listless. Any kind of
work became a burden to me. After
pumping a pail of water from the well,
I would have to stand and hold my
hands over my heart for a moment or so,
it would flutter so violently. I could not
go upstairs without difficulty, and to-
wards the last would have to rest on the
steps, and when I got to the top, lie
down until I could recover my breath,
I became a mere skeleton, my cheeks
were like wax and my lips colorless. I
lost allappetite and my meals often went
untested. Medicine seemed to have no
effeot upon me. I was getting weaker all
the time, and at last began to give up
hope of recovery. My parents were of
course in great distress and I knew by
the looks and actions of friends who
called to sec ane that they thought I was
doomed to an early death. Then a dear
lady friend died and I managed out of
love for her to drag myself to her funeral.
The sensation of seeing her laid away,
believing that I would soon follow her,
was a strange one. Shortly after this an
aunt of mine, Mrs. Wmn. Henderson, of
Toronto, came to visit at our place. My
condition troubled her very much and
she insisted on my trying Dr. Williams'
Pink Pills. To please her I consented
but with little hope of any good re suit.
The effect, however, was wonderful and
a pleasing surprise to me. I soon began
to feel more cheerful and seemed to feel
stronger. Then my appetite began to im-
prove and the color return to my cheeks
and lips. From that hour I steadily
my former a t:entittl —mantra eau' x
sincere in expressing my belief that to
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills do I owe my
recovery."
Enquiry among neighbors corroborated
Miss Langford's story as to her illness
and remarkable recovery. In her ease at
least Dr. Williams' Pink Pills have given
a striking proof that they posses wonder-
ful merits.
Dr. Williams' Pink Pills cure by going
to the runt of the disease. They renew
and build up the blond, and strengthen
the nerves, thus driving disease from the
system. Avoid imitations by insisting
that every box you purchase is enclosed
in a wrapping bearing the full trade
mark, Dr. Williams Pink Pills for Pale
People.
The Greeley Colony.
In considering the net results of
Greeley colony it is fist important to note
that it has been thoroughly successful.
It presents a striking .ontrast to the
Fourier experiments from which it may
be said to have descended. Each man
prospered according to his merit, and
what the community undertook to do by
means of co-operation it accomplished. It
cannot be said that the latter principle
was applied extensively.
The capital realized from the sale of
property was so largely absorbed in the
construction of canals as to leave little
surplus for other industrial and commer-
cial enterprises. If one-half of this capital
had been available for stores, banks and
small industries, it is likely that much
which was necessarily left to private in-
itiative would have been undertaken by
the colony. In that case we should find
broader lessons in co-operative effort
than we do now.
It is also important to note that the
community owed its prosperity to its
high ideal and uncompromising public
spirit. There was hero no uommon reli-
gious tie, as: in the early New England
colonies; no shadow of persecution such
as that which bound the Mormon
pioneers together in au indissoluble
brotherhood. The nearest approach to
this influence was the prohibition senti-
ment, and this formed but a small part
of the original plan. These colonists were
earnest risen and women who had gone
forth to make homes where they could
combine industrial independence with
social equality and intellectual opportun-
ity. They were grimly determined to
accomplish what they had undertaken.
This spirit and this alone kept them
from going to pieces during the first five
years and laid the foundation for their
permanent prosperity.—William E.
Smythe in Atlantic.
The Vices and Virtues of Chinatown.
If you macre with me a complete tour
of Chinatown, visiting every place where
a Chinaman dwells, when you had re-
turned you would sum up what you had
seen about as follows:—
Planes where opium was smoked by
Chinese in their own private apart-
ments: about one-fourth of the whole.
Places where opium was sold to white
visitors who smoke and slept on the
promises, and which is commonly called
an "opium joint" possibly three in your
whole toun
Places where gambling was in pro-
gress: about one -twentieth of the whole.
Places where mon were pursuing the
ordinary vocations of life: nearly three-
fourths. --"The Chinese of New York,"
by Helen F. Clark, in the Century.
Everybody Shout.
Satan—Sonny, what kind of a boy
were you on earth?
Sonny—An office boy.
Satan (opening the gate) -Come right
along, sonny, there are lots of people who
will be tinkledto death to know you are
here.
A NEW MAN.
0. G. Chapin, .jeweler, of Bark's Palls,
Sava He is a New Man Since Using the
Great South American Nervine.. His Tes-
timony is Endorsed by Thousands of
Others.
"For years I have been greatly
troubled with nervous debility and affec-
tion of the kidneys. I believe I tried
every proprietary medicine under the
sun, but none seemed to give me any
relief until I had tried South A.rnerican
Nervine. To my surprise the first bottle
gave me great relief. I have persevered
in taking it, and can say that I have
not felt so well for years. I do heartily
recommend this great cure."
Couldn't Say for Certain.
A gentleman living in the country
recently drove to town, and, coming into
collision with another vehicle on the
road, was thrown from his carriage, for-
tunately without sustaining any injury.
On arriving home bo made his way to
the nearest public house and asked for
the evening paper, as ho wished to see if
he was much hurt.
FROM AGONY TO JOY.
Acute Sufferings From Acute Rheumatic
Ailment Relieved by South American
Rheusnatle Cure Then Hope Had Well -
Nigh Gone—Mrs. W. Ferris, Wife of a
Well -Known Manufacturer of Glencoe,
Cheerfully Tolls the Story of Her Cure.
was for years a great sufferer from
rheumatic affection in my ankles, and
at times was so bad that I could not
walk. I tried every known remedy and
treated with best physicians for years,
but no permanent relief. Although my
confidence in remedies was about ex-
hausted, I was induced to try South
Aenerioan Rbeumatic Cure. I purchased
a bottle. Tho very first dose gave .me
relief, and after taking two bottles all
pain had vanished and there has been no
return of it. I do cheerfully recommend
this great remedy.''
•
Tho Delineator.
The May number of the Delineator is
called the spring number, and its resume
of up-to-date anodes includes a lengthy
illustrated article on the appropriate
attire for this season's fairgirl gradu-
ates. Order from the looal agent for the
Butteriok Patterns, or address 88 Rich-
mond street west, Toronto. .