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New 'York,
$ept 1, --Toe hie sernaon
fer this forenoon, lnev. Dr. Talmage se -
leeks 4 tende Which must preve fuU ot
baaphatten to ChrhAriane everywhere.
The thin of hie deineurse ba "The
Chieftain," and the text "The ohiefest
among ten thousand," Canticles v, 10.
The most conspicuous eharacter of
tory steps out upon the platform.
The finger which,diamonded with light
pointed down to him from the Betble-
nota Sky, was onlY a ratification of the
*tater of propheoy, the finger of f so-
ealOgen the finger of events—an five
Ahrens pointing in oue dheetion. Christ
tis the overtopping figure of all time
14e is the "vox humane" in all nmune,
'e gracettilest line in all sculpture.
the most exquisite mingling of light
and aleades in an painting, the acnie of
all clemaxen the donne of an eathea,
rated grandeur and the peroration of
*I language.
The Greek ahphabet Is made up or
, Perm:ay-tour leteers, and when Crit
eosupared biome:elf to the first tette'
Ond the last letter, the Alpha and tne
Canega, Jape a,ppropriated to himeeif all
She splendors that you can spell out
either with thoee two letters or all
be lettenn between thena "I am the
_Meala and the Omega, the beginning
ant the end."
What does that Scripture mean
which as of Christ "Ine that oometn
front above is above aa?" it mean::
after you have piled up an Alpine and
Sitneslayan altitudes the glory of
Cluest would hs.ve to spread HA wings
and descend a thousand leagues to
Mauell those summate Felon, a high
mountain o/ Theesely; Ossa, a high
maountain, and Olynapus, a high moun-
tain, but mythology tells us when tne
'lents warred against the gods they
addled up these three mountains, and
tram the top ce them proposed to scale
the heavens, but the height was no
great eneugh, and there was a coni -
?tete failure. And after at the giants
--Isaiah, and Paul, prophetic and epos -
Mho giants, Itapbael and Michael An-
gelo, artistic giants; cherubim and se-
raphim and archangel, celestial giants
—lave fated to climb to the top of
Criers glory they might all well unite
in the words of read and cry out,
"Above an!" ''Above all!" But Solo -
mean in nay text prefers to call Christ
**The Chieftain," and so to -day I hail
,
First Caplet must be chief in out
preaching. There are so many books
em homiletics scattered through the
country that eat laymen, as well as all
clergymen, have masde up the trands
what sermons ought to be. That ser.
mon is the most effectual arbieh most
pointedly Pats forth Chrest as the
pardon ot an she and the correction o2
at evil—individnal, seial, political, net -
thenal. There is no reason why we
'Mould rtng the endless changes on a
few pkwases. There are those who
think that If an exhortation or a dis-
*aurae have frequent nmnation of just -
deletion, sanctification, covenant of
worke and covenant of grace, therefore
et meet be profoundly evangelical,
wehtle they are suepicious of a discourse
whioh presents the sarne truth, but
under different phraseology. Now, I
say there is nothing in all the opulent
reahn of Aandc-Sanoni4en, of an the
word treasures that we inherited from
The lean and the Greek and the Indo-
35-uropean, but we have a right to mar-
shal it in rMigious discussion. Christ
sets the example. His illustrations
were from the grass, the flowers, the
barnyard fowl, the crystals of salt as
well as tenn the seas and the stars,
and we do not propose in our Sun-
day -school teaching and in our pulpit
address to be put on the limits.
I know that there Is a great deal
said in our day against words, as
though they were nothing. They may
be rniaused, but they have an imperial
power, They are the bridge between
smia and soul, between Almighty God
and the huraan race. What did Christ
write upon the tables of stone? Words.
What dad Christ utter on Mount Oln
Vet? Words. Out of what did Christ
etrilin the spark for the illumination
of the universe? Out of words. "Let
there be light," and light was. Of
course, thought is the cargo and words
' are only the ship; but how fast would
year cargo get on without the ship?
What you need, my frtands, in aM
your vinnle in your Sabbath school
claim, in your reformatory inetitutions,
And what we all need is to enlarge our
vocabulary erhen we come to speak
about God and Christ and heaven.
We rtde a few old words to death,
When there is such illimitable resource.
Shakespeare employed 15,000 differenr
weirds for dramatic purposes; Dalton
employed 8,000 different words for poet -
le purpoees; Rufus Choate employed
ever 11,000 different words for legal
purposes, bat the meat of us have
less than 1,000 words that we can
annumge, and that makes us so stupid.
When we come to set forth the love
of Christ we are gobee . to take the
tenderest phraseology wherever We
find It and if it hae never been used In
that direction before all the more shah
we use it When we come to speak or
'Mhe glory of Christ the conqueror we
are going to draw our similes from
triumphal arck and oratorh> and every-
thing grand and stupendoud. The
gneneh may have 18 flags by which
they ean give eignal, but those 18 flags
they cannot met into 66,000 different
eambiriatiegio. And I have to ten you
that these standards of the cross may
be: lifted inta conibinatione of infinite
Varleths eVerlatting. And let me sar
to these: yet:Mg men who come from
the theologkal seminaries into our sera
Vices, and are,
after awhile, gohng to
preach IeSue ClihrUtt: You will have
the largest liberty and unlimited re-
, source. You Only have to present
, hriat in your trivia way,
Brighter than the light, fresher than
•:the tountenS, deeper than the as,
, nee an them gospel themes. Song at
zto nuileciee -gravers hp sweetnese, sun.
set akar, no dolor compared with theee
•i4191l0nef theinte. t"hese harvests or
race SPring Me quieter theta we oate
eackle Veen% Idindling pulpits with
their fire, and prodeioing revotateene
with their povrer, lifting up dying- beas
with their glory, they are the eweeteet
tareught for the poet, eta they are tbe
Meet thrilliteg illuretrataose for the era,
tor, azul they offer the moot %Meuse
Seene for the Waite, and they are to
the embessador of the sky all enthu-
siasm. Complete pardon for threat
guilt. Sweeteet oomfort or lehastiteaf
agony. Brightest hope for grimmest
death, Grandest resurieetion for darh-
est sepulcher. Oh, what a goepel to
preacal Christ the chief. His birth,
his suffering, Ills miracles, his parte-
bles, his weat, his tears, his blooa,
his atonement, hia intercession—what
glorious themes! Do We exercise faith?
Christ is its object. leo we have love?
It fastens on Jesus. Have we a fond-
ness for the ehuroh? It is because
Christ died for it. Have we a hope
of heaven? It is because Jesus vreta
trier% the herald and the torerunner.
The royal robe of Demetrius was 50
eosely, so beautiful, that after he had
put it off no one ever dared put It
on, but this robe of Christ, richer than
that, the poorest and the weakest and
the worst may wear.
"Oh, my sins, my sins," said biaran
Luther to Staupitz, "my sins, my
sins!' The fact is that the brawee
German student had found a Latin
Bible that made hien quake, and notri
ing else ever did make him quake,
and when he found how, througm
Christ, he was pardoned and. saved, he
wrote to a friend, saying: "Come
over a.nd join us great and awful sin-
ners, saved by the graee of God. You
seem to be only a slender sinner, and
you don't much extel the mercy of
God; but we that have been such very
awful sinners praise his grace the
more new that we have been redeem-
ed." Can it be that you are so des-
perately egotistical that you feel your-
self in first rate spiritual trim, and.
that froxn the root of the hair to the
tip of the toe you are searlass and im-
maculate? What you need is a look-
ing glass, and here it is ha the Bible.
Puler and wretched and miserable and
blind a,nd naked front the crown or
the head to the sole of the foot, fuil
of wounas and putrefying sores. No
health in us. And then take the fact
that Christ gathered up all the notes
against us and paid them, and then
offered us the receipt! And how much
we need him in our sorrows! We are
independent of circumstances if we
have his grace, Why, he made Paul
eIng in the dungeon, and under that
grace St. John from desolate Patmos
heard the blast of the apocalyptic
trumpets. After all other candles
have been snuffed out, this is the light
that gets brighter and brighter unto
the perfect day; and after, unaer Inc
hard hoofs of calamity, all the pools
of worldly enjoyment have been tramp-
, led into deep mire, at the foot of the
eternal rock the Christian, from cups
of granite lily rimmed, puts out the
thirst of his soul,
Again, I remark that Christ is chief
in dying alleviations. I have not any
sympathy with the morbidity abroad
about our demlse. The Emperor of
Constantinople arranged that on the
day of his coronation the stonemason
s.hould come and consult about a tomb-
stone that after awhile he would need.
And there are men who are monoman-
iacal on the subject of departure from
this life by death, and the more they
think of it the less they are prepared
to go. This is an unmanliness not
worthy of you, not worthy of me.
Saladin, the greatest conqueror of
his day, while dying, ordered that the
tunic he had on him be carried atter
his death on his spear at the head of
his army, and that then the soldier,
ever and anon, should stop and say:
''Behold all that is left of Saladin, the
states he conquered, of all the wealth
states he conquerod, of an the wealth
he accumulated, nothing did. he retain
but this shroud!" I have no sympathy
with such behavior, or such absurd de-
monstration, or with much that we
near uttered in. regard to departure
mom this life to the next. There is a
eommon senisical idea on this subject
that you need td consider—there are
only two styles of departure. A thou-
sand feet underground, by light , of
torch, toiling in a miner's shaft, a
ledge of rock may fall upon us, and we
may die a miner's death. Far out at
sea, falling from the slippery ratlines
and broken on the halliards, we may
die a sailor's death. On mission of
mercy in hospital, amid broken bones
and reeking leprosies and raging fevers
we may die a philanthropists death.
On the field of battle, serving God and
the gun carriage may roll over us, and
our country, slugs through the heart,
we may die a patriot's death. But,
after all, there are only two styles of
departure—the death of the righteous
and the death of the eVicked—and we
all want to die that of the former.
God grant that when that hour comes
you may be at home. You want the
hand of your kindred in your hand.
You want your children to surround
you. You. want the light on your pil-
low from eyes that have long reflected
your love. You want your room still.
You do not want any curious strang-
ers standing around watching you.
You want your kindred from afar to
hear your last prayer. I think that is
the wish of us all. But is that all?
Cart earthly friends hold us up when
the billows of death come up to the
girdle? Can human voice charm open
heaven's gate? Can human hand pilot
us through the narrows of death into
heaven's harbor? Can any earthly
friendship shield us from the arrows
of death, and in the hour when satan
shall practice upon us his infernal
archery? No, no, no, no! Alas, poor
soul, if that is alt Better die in the
wilderness, far front tree shadow and
from fountain, alone, vultures circling
through the air, waiting for our body,
unknown to men, arid to have no bu-
rial; if only Christ could say through
the solitudes, "1 WM never leave thee,
veill never forsake thee." From that
pillow of stone a ladder would soar
heavenward, angels coming and go-
ing, and across the eolitude an 1 the
barrenness would come the sweet notes
of heavenly minstrelsy.
Gordon Hall, far Pram hernte, dying fn
the door of a heathen temple, said,
"Glory to thee, 0 God!" What did
dying Wilberforce ream to his wife?
"Come and sit beside me and let be
talk of heaven. 1 never knew what
/loaminess was Until 1 found Christie"
What did dying Hannah Moore say?
"To go to heaven, think what that is!
T-0 go to Christ, Who deed that I might
live! Oh, glorious grave! Ok, what a
glorious thing it is to die! Oh, the
love of Christ, the love of °allot!"
What did Mr. Toplady, the great hymn
maker. say in hil last hour? "Who
can measure the depths of the third
heaven? 0, the sunshine that fills my
sour! I stall soon be gone, for surely
no one can live in this world after
suale wearied sie God has manifested te
my soul."
What did the dying Janevray say?
"1 oan as ettaily die as °Wee my eyes
OC' tarn ray head in sleep. Before a few
hours have paasod I *hall stand oa
Mount Zion with the one hundred and
forty and four thousand, and with the
just men made perfect, and we shall
ascribe riches and honer and glory
and majesty and dominion unto God
and the Lamb." Dr. Taylor, condernn-
ed to burn at the stake, on his way
thither broke away from the guards-
men and went bounding and lea.ptng
and jumping toward the fire, glad to
go to Jesus and to die far him. Sir
Charles Hare, in his last moments, had
such rapturous vision that he mead,
"Upward, upward, upward!" An.d
great was the peace of one of Christ's
disciples that he put his finger upon
the pulse in his wrest and counted tt
and observed it, and so great was his
placidity that after awhile he said,
"Stopped!' and his life had ended here
to begin in heaven. But grander the r
that was the testimony of the wornout
first missionary, when in the Marner-
tine dungeon he cried: "I ani now
ready to be offered, and. the tirne of my
departure is at hand. I have fought
the good fight, I have finished my
course, I have kept the faith; hence-
forth there is laid up for me a crown
of righteousness, which the Lord, the
righteous judge, will give me in that
day, and not to me only, but to all
them that love his appearing!" Do you
not see that Christ is chief in dyhag
alleviations? '
Toward the last hour of our earthly
residence we are speeding. When 1
see the sunset I say, "One day less to
live." When I see the spring bloseonis
scattered, I say "Another season gone
forever." When I close the Bible on
Sabbath night, I say "Another Sale -
bath departed," When I bury a. friend
I say "Another earthly attraction
gone forever," What nimble feet the
years have! The roebucks and the
lightnings run not so fast. From
decade to decade, from sky to sky, they
go at a bound. There is a place for
us, whether marked or not, where you
and I -will sleep the last sleep, axle
the men now are living who will, with
solemn tread, carry us to our resting
place. Aye, it is known in heaven
whether our departure will be a cor
onation or a banishment. Brighter
than a banqueting hall through which
the light feet of the dancers go up
and down to the sound of trumpeters
will be the sepulcher through whose
rifts the holy light of heaven stream-
eth. God will watch you. He will
send his angels to guard your slum-
bering dust until, at Christ's behest,
they shall roll away the stone.
So also Christ is chief in heaven. The
Bible distinctly says that Christ 13
the ohief theme of the celestial ascrip-
tion, all the thrones facing his throne,
all the palms waved before his face, all
the crowns down at his feet. Cheru-
bim to cherubim, seraphira to sera-
phim, redeemed spirit to redeemed
spirit, shall recite the Saviour's earthly
sacrifice.
Stand on same high hill of heaven
and in all the radiant sweep the most
glorious object will be Jesus. Myriads
gazing on the scars of his suffering, in
silence first, afterward .breaking forth
into acclamation. The martyrs, all the
purer for the flame through which
they paesed, will say, "This is the Je-
sus for whom we died." The apostles,
all the happier for the shipwreck and
the scourging through which they
Went, will say, "This is the Jesus whom
we preached at Corinth, and at Cappa-
docia, and at Antioch, and at Jerusa-
lem." Little children clad in white
will say, "This is the Jesus who took
us in his arms and bless us, and, when
the storms of the world were too cold
and loud, brought us into this beautiful
place." The multitude of the bereft
will say, "This is the Jesus who com-
forted us when our hearts broke."
afany who wandered clear off from
God and plunged into vagabondism,
but were saved by grave, will say:
"This is the Jesus who pardoned us.
We were lost on the mountains and
he brought us home, We were guilty,
ane he has made us white as snow."
Mercy boundless, grace unparalleled.
And then, after each one has recited
his peculiar delivernaces and peculiar
mercies, recited them as by solo, aft
the voices 'will come together into a
great chorus, whech will' make thr
arches echo and re-echo with the eter-
nal reverberation of triumph.
Edward I was so anxioud' to go to the
Holy Land that when he was about
to expire he bequeathed $160,000 to
have his heart, after his decease, taken
to the Holy Land in Asia Minor, and
his request was complied with. But
there are huudreds to -day whose hearts
are already in the Holy Land of hea-
ven. Where your treasures are, there
are your hearts also. Quaint John
Bunyan caught a glimpse of that place,
and in his quaint way he said: "And
in my dream, and lo! the bells of he
city rang again for joy, and as they
opened the gates to let in the men I
looked in after them, and lo! the city
shone like the sun, and there were
streets of gold, and men walked on
them, harps hi their hands. to ring
praises withal, and after that they
shut up the gates, which when I had
seen 1 wrshed myself among them?"
The Kind to Have,
Jack—My landlady is a young widow
and good looking,
Dick—Does she ever say any tender
things to you?
jack—You bet she does. She says
"beefsteak" and " chicken" and—
Dick —Hold on. That's the kind of a
one I'm looking for. Any room for an
extra eater there?
Realizing On Assests,
Old Bullion (playfully)—Suppose I should
lose my money, and die poor, what would
my little duekie darling do then ?
Young Bride(thoughtfully)-ePerhaps a
nnedies,1 eollege Would give me something
for your corpse.
DIE CONDUCTOR'S IRE,
"Ghosts'5 snorted the oondactor, seorn-
fully, "why, man alive, the woods are full
of 'am in these mountains. just wait till
we take the sidinfor No. to pass, and
I'll tell you about Granny Whittaker and
her cow, whose spooks 1 men with my own
eyes. Ghosts 1 There'a at least one full-
grown spook for every mile -post on the
divieion."
So it was I held my peace until the train
was safely on the siding, and we were
gathered around the stove in the caboose,
The wind was howling wildly through the
gorges, making the windows rattle and the
doors oreak, while the unusual draftcaused
Ilia iron stove to glow redly in the semi -
twilight. One felt mighty comfortable
inside the cab that evening.
"Now, about them spooks," remarked
the conductor, putting away his lunohpail
and lighting hi pipe. "Pm not going to tell
you any fancy tales bub just give you a
short aocount of what I seen with my own
eyes one winter about ten years ago, and
you can believe it or not, as you see fit. At
that time I was front brakeman on old Bill
Sta,ley's crew, and we had the neme of
bein' the toughest gang on the division all
througlaincludin' the engineer and firemen.
Pete Smith was at the throttle, and I do
solemnly believe he was the most impious
man on the face of the earth. Swear!
Why, profanity came to his lips easier
than anything else. I've seen him sit
down on a log and curse the road from
President to apprentice, because a nut got
loose or a couplin' broke.
"And he was as cranky as he was pro-
fane. For itietance, eras day he got into his
head the telegraph operator at Big Tunnel
kept the red signal up a few seconds longer
than necessary, which raised his wrath, so
that when the board finally dropped old
Pete wouldn't start, but instead got a
wrench and .began takin' off a cylinder
head. We knew it wasn't any use remon.
stratin' with him, as he'd have his own
sweet will in the matter. Meantime, train
after train drew up behiud us, and the
dispatcher at the other end of the division
was nearly crazy. He asked by wire sem
eral times what was the matter, and at
last sent the message th reaten in' to suspend
Pete until he got started within ten min-
uts a When he got this word Pete, mho
all the time had been tinkerin' with the
cylinder as if he was makin' big repairs,
began to swear. He sat down on the pilot
and salivated that dispatcher until words
failed him. 'Then 'he renewed his leisurely
work upon the engine. At last he got in
the mood to start after we had laid there
two hours and twenty minates. The worst
of it was nobody could say positively the
cylinder didn't need repairs, so nothin'
was done.
"I mentioned this just to show what a
mean cantankerous cuss Pete wee, and so
yau'd better understand what I'm going to
tell you. Ten years ago the country here-
abouts wasn't near as well settled as it is
now. The old residenters weren't over -
good, either. They had themame of bein'
a bad lot, and about the worst was Granny
Whittaker, who lived in a rickety little
log house in a clearin' near the top of the
mountain. It was said she was a witch,
and moat people avoided her as they would
the Old Nick.
"She haVan old mooley cow that used to
run free all over the mountain, often as not
takin' the railroad for a short cut home.
That owcaused lots of trouble, tor there
wasn't an engineer on the division who
wouldn't a blame sight rather stop his
engine and chase the brute away than incur
Granny Whittaker's anger by killin' it—
that is, exceptin' Pete. One &mallet cow
got on the track ahead of him when he was
in an extra bad humor, and he tried to run
it down, sayin' he'd send the cow to king-
dom come if he got that chance. He got it.
The next day the cow wasn't quick enough,
and Pete caught it square le the centre,
knookin' it down the bank like a feather.
Then he laughed. I think it was the first
time I ever heard him laugh, and along
with the reat of the trainmen I didn't like
it a bit, for we was all afeard of Granny
Whittaker,
"The followin' day when we reached that
spot again there was a red flag stickin' up
between the rails. Contrary aa Pete was
he didn't dare run past a danger signal, so
he hlowed for brakes and the train came to
a stop. • All at once old Granny Whittaker
rose up, from somewhere and opened on
Pete. She called down the most blood-
curdling curses on him I ever heard, her
skinny linger pointin' at him, and her eyes
fiashin' fire and brimstone. Old Pete
wriggled and tried to answer, but she didn't
give him a chance until she ran oub of
breath. I was lookin' for him to do some
swearing himself, but he only said: 'Shea
up, ye old hag, or I'll send ye to jfne the
cum Then he started his engine.
"She run alongaide his cab and screamin',
put a spell on you and your engine,
you murderer,' threw a little bottle of
what looked like ink at him. It hit the
window and busted, flying all over him and
the engine. She cackeled and yelled with
delight : 'You'll die by your own engine,
you wretch, and me and my cow will haunt
you,' she yelled as the engine moved sway.
Pete wiped the stuff off with same waste
and said nothin'. I saw the old woman
standin' and pointin' after us till we turned
the bend.
"About a week after that we were
changed from a day to a night run. In
spite of old Pete's crankiness he was one of
the best engineers on the road and had one
of the beat engines, too, So when things
began to go wrong with the machinery of
old 290 the master mechanic couldn't under-
stand it. The engifte would run all right
for a spell and then get balky. At such
thrum it wouldn't steam, the 'elven 'would
stick, dravvheads would be jerked oat, or
the fire would get choked up, all apparent-
ly without any cause. Of course everybody
blamed Pete, but after the road foreman of
engines made two or three trips in her it
was seen Pete wasn't responsible. So they
sent her to the shop for general repairs and
Pete was given another engine on another
run. It was about two months before 290
was turned out for service again. Da the
meantime old Granny Whittaker was found
dead and Was buried in her garden, the
church people refusin' to let her lie in eon*
secreted ground,.
" For a week after 290 was repaired she
run like e charm, Then they put her
back on our run and Pete took her again.
We started oub the ifirstnight with a heavy
trail', and beta' froat brakemaa, my place
W88 on the cars next to the engine. 11 was
raw and foggy, the kind of wether to
intake amen feelnervoue itt epite of himself,
epeoielly when gain' through them mount
sine, I wee thinkin' of this when I heard
Pete blow for brakes, or rather as if there
was somethia' on the track. I edged over
to the side of the box oars between which
waestandiaa and holdin' on to the grab
irons to eee what was the matey. Just)
then I felt a soft bump and saw eomethint
tumble down the bank. That's an animal',
thought I ; but when the train stopped
end we aal went back to look for it not a
thing could be found.
" Thansmighty funny,' said Pete ; 'I'm
sure I hit a 00W.'
" '00W '? said the flagman, 'why, there
ain't a oow within twenty miles of here
since Granny Whittaker's wee killed.'
"Then the same thought seemed to
strike all of us aa the fireman remarked
that this WaS the exact spot where the old
woman's cow had been killed. Nobody
wahted to seem afeard, but we all hustled
back to the train,not sayin' a word excep-
tin' Pete, who begun cumin' the old woman,
her cow, and cowe in general. All of a
sudden the under -brush rattled and there
stood Granny Whittaker,
"Now, I'm not tellin' you a fairy tale,or
makin' anything up, I'm just telliu' what
I saw, and I don't mean to try to explain
it; but there stood the old woman who had
been dead for weeks, poinein' her finger at
Pete. Then she disppeered.as quice as she
oome.
"Brabbied a lamp, Pete rushed into the
woods and searched ell around, but not a
sign of a human bein' could be found. I
tell you that frightened us all but Pete.
He swore it was a triok, and that he'd get
even with whoever wae tryin' to fool him.
"Next nighb the same thing happened,
exceptin' no one but Pete tried to find the
mysterious oow or the old woman, who
appearegi at the ditch the same as before.
Pete fired. a pistol at her, but she only
hissed and vanished. The third night Pete
asked me to ride in the engine with him,
and,althought it was against the rules,Idid
as he wanted, for to tell the truth, I eves
afeared to stay by myself.
"Everything seemed to go wrong that
night. We were nearly an hour late get.
tin' started, and before we had gone ten
miles a coal car jumped the track, causin'
forty minutes delay. In tryiag' to yank it
on, a drawhead was pulled out, and we had
to rig up a chain couplin'. Then something
beneath the boiler worked loose. and Pete
tinkered at it twenty minutes before he
made repairs. Of coarse all this didn't
improve his temper, and by the time we
got on a steady run, he was grumblin' and
cursin' pretty lively.
"Well, when we reached that stretch of
track where we'd killed the cow,there was
the brute on the ties as usual, only old
Granny Whittaker was stand in' beside it.
I saw that as plain as I see you sittin' on
that keg this instant. Pete was crazy mad,
and instead ef reversin', he ripped out a
curse, put on a full head of steam, and the
engine give a jerk which nearly knocked
me off the tank. I reckon we were goin'
fifty miles an hour when the pilot struck
'ern.
"Zip I bump 1 the cow went flying down
the bank. Then Pete give a yell. Lookin'
past him I saw something crawlin' over the
pilot and steam chest. It was Granny Whit-
taker. Maybe I wasn't soared. She reached
up and grasped the sand rod and turned
her eyes on Pete. My, how horrible she
looked.
"Then she beckoned to him, and would
you believe it, he got up and crawled out on
the footboard toward her. The fireman and
me was paralyzed ; we couldn't say a word
or move a finger. The engineer moved
slowly toward the old woman, and she
stepped backward, seemin' to influence him
by her eyes. Back, back, into the steam
chest, then onto the pilot, and then around
in front of the boiler out of our sight she
led him. A second later we heard a yell.
" That broke the spell, and between the
fireman and me we shut off steam and
blowed for brakee. The terrific speed at
which we were movin' caused us to go a
considerable distance before we stopped,
but as aoon as the train elackened we jump-
ed off and run forward. Pete wasn't there.
We didn't think he would be. We found
him a mile back, and there wasn't a whole
bone in his body. The next day engine
290 exploded within fifty feet of the spot
where we found Pete.
"Now, as I said, I saw these things
with my own eyes, and I'm not tellin' you
any yarns, but the downright truth. Some
time if I get a chance I'll tell you about
another spook, but I guess you don't want
any more to -night."
I did not.
Sweetheart, Good -by.
The dew is on the summer rose,
The summer moonlight sadly gtowsr,
And softly, too, the night wind blo ws,
And echoemigh for sigh.
Ofttimes good night with smile and bow
I've said, while laughter lit thy brow;
But comes a sadder parting now,
Sweetheart, good -by.
Good -by! If we should never meet
Thy smile hath made the past so sweet
Fair memory's lamp shell light my feet
Weere'er my p ahway he.
But now, when fortune bids me stray
From all that makes the present gay,
Alas! how hard 11 15 to say,
Sweetheart, good -by.
Good -by, sweetheart, with eyes Of blue,
Whose glance can shame the morning dew
And teach the stare to shine more true,
For thee rd gladly die.
You are my dream asleep or wake,
For thee my heart would rather break
Than live in bliss for other's sake ;
Sweetheart, good -by.
Patrick's Bargain.
Lady (suddenly returned from Europe)
—Patriok, what does thie mean? • I left
you in oharge of our residence while abroad,
and I find the front yard filled with
clothes -lines, and every line full of clothes.
Our beautiful place looks like a Chinese
laundry. You promised me that- Our
wife would not take in vra;shing.
Patrick—We haven't taken in any
washin', mum. We've only been takin' in
hangin' out clothes.
•
How to Aequire a Bass Voiee.
Ferrari, the celebrated compoier, relates
the following anecdote in his Memoirs. On
a cold December night a man in a little
village in the Tyrol opened the window
and stood in front of it, with hardly any
clothing to his back.
Peter 1 shouted a. neighbor, who was
pa,ssing, what are you doing there?
I am catching cold.
What tor ?
So that 1 can sing bees to -morrow at
chureh.
Prudence.
She—Surely, my dear, you will consider
the matter carefully before consenting to
Olara's marriage to old Mr, Cashman?
Hee-Certainly. I shall have hie books
examined by an export.
ROW TREY FARM I JAPAN
THE PRIMITIVE METHODS Elfi.
run= IN THAT COUNTRY.
Jepati Is One Twit Garden—a Couple of
Acres COnStitnt0 a Peritt•--CUSLOSS 151
•
Engaged—MCC dltaiStilg is the Prttlet*
pat lucluslrY,
which ge,000,000 Men and Women are
There cam be no market for agricultural
implements and nmehinery. in Japan for
two very simple reasons. First, the farms
are not big enough, and, second, labor is
too plenty. If a Japanese farmer should
introduce a modern reaper oiad self.binder
upon his arm he would cut doNea every-
thing in the way of crops while he was
turning it around, and there wouldn't be
anything left for him or his family to do
all the rest of the season.
Most of the farming iniplements are of
a very primitive character and many are
honne-auele. Just as the primitive farmer
used to whittle his ax helves before the
big log tire in the minter, so the Japanese
farmer makes his own flails and rakes of
bamboo and the handles for his hoes,
spades and sickles in cold and stormy
weather. The iron portion is fashioned at
the nearest blacksmith shop. These tools
last for a lifetime, as they are kept with
great care, and are often passed down from
generation to generation. Everything is
done by hand. You can travel all day in
some of the farming counties without
seeing a horse or a mule or any other
kind of a beast of burden, and goats and
oheem cows' and swine are equally scarce.
Japan is one vast garden, and as you look
over the fields you can imagine that they
are covered with toy farms where children
are playing with the laws of nature and
raising samples of different kinds of vege.
tables and grain. Everything is on a di.
minutiae scale, and the work is as fine and
accurative as that applied to a cloisenne
vase. What would an Ontario or an Mani-
toba farmer think of planting his wheat,
oats and barley in benches, and then, when
it is 3 or 4 inohes high,
TRANSPLANTING EVERY SPEAR
of it in rows about as far apart as you can
stretch your fingers. A Japanese fanner
weeds his wheat fields just as one farmer
weeds his onion bed.
When grain is ripe it is cut with a sickle
close to the ground. The bottom ends are
carefully tied together with a, wisp of straw;
the bunch is then divided and hung over a
bamboo pole, or a rope, like Monday's
mamhing, to dry; somethnes in the field and
sometimes in the back yard, and even in
the street in front of the house.
When it is thoroughly cured the heads of
grain are cut off with a knife and the
stravvs are carefully bound up and laid away
in bundles. The heads are then spread out
upon a piece of strawanetteag and beaten
with a flail. Another method of thrashing
is to take handfuls of straw and pull them
through a mesh of iron needles.
After the thrashing is done the grain is
&ellen up in a sort of scoop basket made of
bamboo and shaken by one woman who
holds it as high as her head, while another
woman stands with a Targe fan which she
waves rapidly through the air and blows
the lighter chaff away from the heavier
grain as they are falling. The richer
farmers have separators built upon a prim.
itive plan and turned with a crank peo.
ple often winnow grain by pouring it from
a scoop upon a fan 3 or 4 feet wide, upon
which it is tossed up and down gently so as
to leave the chaff in the air when it lalls.
Another method of thrashiug is to beat
the heads of the grain upon a row of bam-
boo poles. Sometimes you see a whole
variety of agriculture is oarried on
famvleyryatit.
in a manner similar to that one I have de-
scrihed, and the aoil is in constant use. A
couple of acres are considered a large tract
of land for farming purposes. Host of the
farces are of smaller area, and the crops
are greatly diversified. Upon such a little
spot of land will be grown almost every-
thing known to the vegetable kingdom;
A FEW SQUARE FEET
of wheat, barley, corn and millet, a plat of
beans perhaps 10 feet wide by 20 feet long,
an equal amount of potatoes and peas, then
a patch of onions about as big as a grave,
beets, lettuce salsify, turnips, sweet pota.
toes, vegetable oyster% and other varities of
cereals and roots occupy the rest of the
area.
Tho farmer looks upon his growing erop
every morning, just as an engineer will
impeed the movements of his 'machinery,
and it anything is wrong repairs it. if a
weed appears in the bean patch he pulls it
up; if a hill of potatoes or anything else
fails, it is immediately replanted. Axel
when he cuts down a tree he always plants
another to take its place. The artificial
forests of Japan cover many hundreds
of square miles, and by this accuracy,
economy and care the prosperity of the
country is permanently assured. As one crop
is harvested the sod is worked over,fertiliz-
ed and replanted with sornething else.
The largest area of agricultural lands in
Japan is devoted to raising rice, perhaps
as much as nine -tenths of the whole, and
as that crop requires a great deal of water,
the paddies are banked up into terraces,
one above the other, and divided off into
little plats 25 or 30 feet square, with ridges
of earth between them to keep the water
from fiowing away when they are flooded.
Alt farnang land is irrigated by a system
that is a thousand years old, and some of
the ditches are mated up with bamboo
wicker work.
- The farmers live in villages and their
farms are detached, sometimes a uale or
two and three miles away from there homes.
There ate no fences or other visible signs
of division, but every man knows his own
land for it has been in his family for genera-
tions. Irrigating ditches arid little paths.
are usually the boundary lines. ,
Theoretically all the land belenge to the
Ernperor, but the greater part of that
under cultivation has been held by the
same familiee for generations, and always
descend from the father to the oldest soh,
The offioial statistics of Japan show that
there are 11,400,008 men and 10,948,053
aennen engaged in agriculture Which is
more than half the total population.
Efficacious Remedy.
A gentleman went into a chemist's shop
rand inquired:
Do you keep a good cure for cone 1
Yea alt; hero you have an excellent pre-
paration. One of my oustomere ha's been
tieing it for the last fourteen years with
very good remits.
THE AUTUMN MANOEUYRES,
llow the Voluntriee or Europe 41,r e rrepar
ing ter the Next Great
The saying, long a ooramonplace in the
mouths of European abetment., that the
best way to insure peace is to be prepared
for war, is this year to have a striking
exemplification in military movemente over
I505.
The armaments of Italy and England have
been steadily undergoing improvement for
decades past. France, despite the iaoreas.
ing deficit in her fiaanoes, has been able to
raise the peace footing of her army to five
hundred and forty thousand men, an iu-
crease of thirty thousaud. Austria looks
to her Reicasrath for a grant of twelve
rnillion dollars to be expended in providing
her forces with new weapons. In Russia
ten regiments have recently been added
to the armed watch whioh the tear mein.
tains along the Polish frontier,
Meanwhile, both Germany and Franee
are making preparations for a series of
manoeuvres on a scale of magnifirience uever
before equalled in the military annals of
modem Europe.
Of late them demonstrations of national
power have greatly increased, both in
the numbers participating, and in the
splendor of the spectacle presented. The
a st time Roam° witnessed a military
review, she watched the marching and
countemmarching of one hundred thousand
Russian troops; so late as 1893 Austria-
Hungary sent one hundred and fifteen
thousand men to manceuvre at Guano.
But this year Germany is to outdo both
of these displays. Early in September itis
her intention to pour into Pomerania four
full army corps and two divisions of cavalry
numbering, horse and foot, upward of one
hundred and eighty thousand men. Her
display will include the brilliant feature of
a sham battle in which the Emperor Wil -
ham will leadseventy.five thou.saud picked
troops against an equal number commanded
by General von Waldersee. At the end of
the manoeuvring, which is -to last two
weeks, ninety thousand men will march
past the kaiser in grand review.
The French spectacle, also to take place
in September, will be on a scale still more
magnificent. Two army corps are to take
part, each ninety-five thousand strong, the
one under De Negrier, the other command-
ed by Jamont, with accessories of pioneer
corps, balloon divisions, and bicycle bat-
talions.
The two generals have instruotions to
march to Langres, in the department of
Haute Marne. There it will be the business
of General Saussier, military governor of
Pariato unite the two corps and lead them
in an attack upon a aupposed enemy. Nor
will the review lose anythiam. from the
absence of royalty, for it is to be wound up
in true French style by a banquet to the
president of the republic.
This manoeuvring of an army of about
two hundred thousand Frenchmen on the
plateau of Langres provides &counter -dem.'
onstration to the German display of foreeev
Pomerania. Both reviews will make.
brave show in the eyes of the world, and
may count for something in that game of
military " bluff " in which from time to
time even the great European powers are
glad to indulge.
GRAINS OF GOLD.
If the wicked flourish, and thou suffer,
be not discouraged. They are fatted for
destruction ; thou art dieted for health,—
Fuller.
The discovery of what is true and the
practice of that which is good are the two
most imporbant objects of philosophy.—
Voltaire.
He who seldom speake, and with one
calm, well-timed word, can strike dumb
the loquacious, is a genius and c hero.--,
Lavater.
The bread secured by the sweat of the
brow is twice blessed bread, and it is far
sweeter than the tasteless loaf of idleness.—
arTheco
wquilni.stant duty of every inan to his
fellows is to ascertain hie own powers and
special gifts, and to strengthen for the help
of others.—Ruskin.
Man only clogs with care his happiness,
and while he should enjoy his part of bliss,
with thoughts of what may be, destroys
what is.—Dryden.
The conqueror is regarded with awe, the
wise man commands our esteem, but it is
the benevolent man who wins our tiffectiom
—Front the French.
A king that would not feel his crown
too heavy for him must wear it every day,
but if he thinks it too light, he knoweth
not of what metal it is made.—Bacon.
Fame may be compared to a scold; the
best way to silence her is to let her alone,
and she will at last be out of breath in
blowing her ovvn trumpea—Fuller.
How fleet is the glance of the mind,
compared with the speed of its flight!
The tempest itself lags behind, and the
swift -winged arrows of light.—Cowper.
Honor with • some is a sort of paper
credit, with which men are obliged to
trade, who are deficient in the sterling
cash of mortality and religion. ---Zimmer-
man.
Memory, a souice of pleasure and in-
struction, rather than that dreadful engine
of colloquial oppression into which it is
sometimes directed.—Sydney Smith.
Can that man be dead whose spiritual
influence is upon his kind? He lives in
glory; and his speaking dust has more of
lifaetohman half its breathing molds. —Miss
Lnd
Fear naturally represees invention, be
nevolence, ambition; for in a nation of
slaves, as in the despotic governmente of
the Beet, to labor after fame is to be
candidate for danger.—Goldarnieh.
How Old is the Earth ?
Men of Science have given many widely
different answers to this question. More
than thirty years ago Lord Itelvin, then
known as Professor William Thompson,
set down the age of the earth at one hun-
dred million years. By the earth's age he
meant the time that has elapsed since the
consolidation of the globe. The estimate
was based upon certain experiments shav-
ing the rate ab which the rooks probably
cooled down from a molten condition.
Recently more numerous and accuratc
eeperiments bearing on this question have
been made, and in vlew of these Lord
Xelvin has revised his original figures, and
has very greatly reduced his estimate of
the age of the earth. Re now puts it at
only twenty...four nti11in years, This)
however, seems to be a very reeneotehle
old, age, even for �planela
,