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The Exeter Advocate, 1897-4-22, Page 7A BLESSED MISTAKE. MARY MAGDALENE STANDING AT THE RIFLED TOMB. Rev. Dr. Talmage Pictures the Working Day Chris* in Common .A.pparel—The . Scars of Earth—Glorious Thoughts In- spired by the Resurrection of Christ. Washington, April 18. --This sermon of Dr. Talmage will set its readers to thinking on new lines and will make this season of Easter more inspiring than ever. The text is John xx, 15, "She, sup- . posing him to be the gardener," Here are Mary Magadalene and Christ, just after his resurrection. For 4000 years a grim and ghastly tyrant had been kill- ing people and dragging them into his cold place. He Md a passion for human skulls. For 40 centuries he had been un- hindered in his work. He had taken down kings and queens and conquerors and those without fame. In that cold palace there were shelves of skulls, and pillars of skulls, and altars of skulls, and even the chalices at the table were made of bleached skulls. To the skeleton of Abel he had added the skeleton of all ages, and no one had disputed his right until one Good Friday, about 1,867 years ago, as near as I can calculate it, a mighty stranger came to the door of that awful place, rolled baok the door and went in and seizing the tyrant. threw hini to the pavement and put upon the tyrant's neck the heel a triumph. Then the mighty stranger, exploring all the ghastly furniture of the place and walking through the labyrinths, and opening the dark cellars of mystery and tarrying under a roof the vibe a which were made of human bones—tarrying for two nights and a cloy, the nights very dark and the day very dismal, he seizecl the two chief pillars of that awful palace and rocked them until it began to fall, and then laying bold of the ponderous front gate, 'misted it from its hinges and marched forth, crying, "I am the Resurrection!" `That event we celebrate this Easter morn, Maclellan and Beene- vean miracles of sound added to this floral decoration which has set the place ablooxn. scone at the Tomb. There are three or four things which the world and the church have not no- ticed in regard to the resurrection of Christ. First, our Lord in gardener's attire. Mary Magdalene, grief struck, stands by the rifled saroopbagus of Christ and turns around, hoping she cart find the track of the sacrilegious resurrection- ist who has despoiled tho grave, and she finds some one in working apparel come forth as if to water the flowers or uproot the weed e from the garden or set to re - climbing the fallen vim—some ono in working apparel, his garments perhaps having the sign of the dust and the dirt of the otaapation. Mara Memlalene, on her face the min of a fresh ehower of weeping, turns to this worianan ana charges him with the desecratinn of the twilit, when, lo! the stranger responds, flinging his whole soul into out' word which trembles with all the eweetest rhythm of earth and heaven, saying, "Mary!" In that peon- nf accentuation all the incognito t fell off, and she found that instead of 7 talking with an humble gardener of Asia Minor she was talking, with him who owns all the hanging gardens of heaven. Constellations the clasters of forgetme- nots, the sunflower the chief of all, the morning sky and mid -night aurora, flar- ing terraces of beauty, blazing like a summer wall with coronation roses and giants of battle. Blessed and glorious mistake of Mary Magdalene! "She sup- posing Min to be the gardener." What does that mean? It ;imams that we haw an everyday Christ for everyday work fte everyday apparel. Not on Sabbath morn- ing in our most seemly apparel are we more attractive to Christ than we are in our everyday work dress, managing our merchandise, smiting our anvil, plowing our field, tending the flying shuttles, mending the garments for our house- hold, providing food for our families or toiling with weary pen or weary pencil or weary chisel. A working day Chris: In working day apparel for us in our every -day ton. Put it into the highest strain of this Easter anthem, "Supposing him to be the gardener." In. Working Clothes. If Christ had appeared at daybreak with a crown upon his head that would have seemed to suggest especial sympa- thy for monarchs: if Christ had appeared in chain of gold and with lobo diamond - ed, that would bave seemed to be espec- ial sympathy for the affluent; if Christ had appeared with soldier's sash ancl evrord dangling at his side, that woula have seemed to imply especial sympathy for warriors; but when I find Christ in gardener's habit, with perhaps the flake. of the earth and of the upturned soil upon his garments, then I spell it out that he bas hearty and pathetic under- standing with everyday work and every- day anxiety and everyday fatigue. Roll it down in comfort all through these isles. A working day Christ in Itorking clay apparel. Tell it in the dark - et corridor of the mountain to the poor miner. Tell it to the factory maid in most unventilated establishment at Low- ell or Lancaster. Tell it to the clearer of rougbest new ground in western wilder- • ness. Tell it to the sewing woman, a. stitoh in the side for every stitch in the garment, some of their cruel employers • having no right to think that they will get through the doer of heaven any More than they could through the eye of a broken needle whick has just dropped. on the bare floor from the pricked and bleeding fingers of the constunptive sewing girl. Away with your talk about 'hypostatic union, and soteriology of the council of Trent, and the metaphysics of religion which would freeze practical Christianity our of the world, but pass along this gardener's coat to all nations that they naay touch the .bena of it and feel the thrill of the Christly brother- hood. Not supposingthe man to be Caesannot supposing him to be Soorates, but "supposing him to be the gardener." Oh, that is what helped Joseph Wedg- wood, toiling amid the heat and the dust of the potteries, until he could make for Queen Charlotte the fir:se royal table service of English manufacture! That • was what helped James Watt, scoffed at and caricatured until be could put on wheels the thunderbolt of power which roars by day and night in every furnace of the locomotive engines of America. That is what helped. Httgh Miller, toil- ing amid the quarries of Cramarty, until every rock became to him a yoluane of the world's biography and he found the footsteps of the Creator in the old red sandstone. Oh, the world wants a Christ for the office, a Christ for the kitchen, a Christ for the shop, a Cheist for the eameing ammo, a Christ for the garden, while spading and planting and irrigat- ing the territory! Oh, of course ,We want to see Christ at last in royal robe and be- diamonded, a celestial equestrian mount- ing the white hors; but from this Easter of 1897 to our last Easter on earth we most need to see Christ as Mary Magda- lene saw him at the daybreak, "suppos- ing him to be the gardener!" Hope for Great Sinners. Another thing whfch the church and the world have not noticed in regard to the resurrection of Christ is that he made his iirse post mortem appearance to cue who had. been the seven deviled Mare, Magdalene. One would. bave supposed he would have made his first posthumous appearance to a woman who had always been illustrious for goodness. There are saintly women • who have always been saintly, saintly in girlhood, saintly in infancy, always saintly. In nearly all our families there have been saintly aunts. In my family circle it was saintly Aunt Phebe. In yours saintly Aunt Martha or saintly Aunt Ruth. (Me always saintly. But not so was the one spoken of in the text. While you are not to confound her with the repentant courtesan who had. made her long locks do the work of towel at Christ's foot washing, you are not to forget that she was exocrised of seven devils. What a capital of demono- logy she must have been! What a chorus of all diabolism! Seven devils—two for the eyes and two for the hands, and two for the feet, and one for the tongue. Seven devils. Yet all these am extirpated, and now she is as good as once she was bad, and Christ honors her with the first posthumous appearance, What does that mean? Why, it means for worst sinner great- est grace. It means those lowest down shall come perhaps highest up. It ineaxie that the clock that strikes 12 at mid- night may strike 12 at midnoom 14 means that the grace of God is seven times stronger than sin. Mary Magda- lene the seven deviled became Mary Mag- dalene the seven angeled. It means that when the Lord. meets us at last he will not throw up to us what we have been. All be said to her was "Mary I" Many people having met her under such cir- cumstances would have said: "Let mo see, how many devils did you have One two, three, four, five, six'seven. What a terrible piece you were when I first met you," The most of the Christian women in our day would have nothing to do with Mary Magdalene, even after her conversion, lest somehow they be COM - promised. The only thing I have to say against women is that they have not enough mercy for Mary Magdalene. Christ put all pathos, and all reminis- cence, and all anticipation, and all par don, and all comfort, and all heaven int) One word of four letters, "Mary!" Mark you, Christ: did not appear to some Bible Elizabeth, or 13ible Hannah, or Bible Esther' or Bible Deborah, or 13ible Vashti, butto Mary; not to a Mary against whom nothiag was said, not to Mary, the mother of Jesus, not to Mary, the mother of .Tames, nob to Mary, the sister of Lazarus, but to a seven deviled Mary. There is a man seven desiled—clevil avarice, devil of pride'devil of hate, devil of indolence, devil of faleeho devil of strong driale, devil of impurity. Good can take them all away, 7 or 70. I rode over the new =allover laitiee that spans Niagara—a bridge e00 feta long, 850 feet of chasm from bluff to bluff. I passed over it without env ere!. ety. 'Why? Because 22 loemnotivee 2111(1 22 cars laden with gravel Mid tested the bridge, thousands of people standing on the Canadian side, thousands stantlina on the American side to applaud the achievement And however long the train of our immortal interests may be, We an. to remember that God's bridge of mercy spanning the chasm of sin has been fully tested by the awful tonnage of all the pardoned sin of all ages. church militant standing on one bank, church trium- pbant standing on the other bank. Oh, it was to the seven di Aid Mary that Christ made his first post mortom ap- pearance. There is another thing that the world and the church have not observed in re- gard to this resurrection, and that is, it was the morning twilight. East er Dawn. If the chronometer had been invented and Mary had as good a watch as some of the Marys of our time have, she would have found 14 was about half -past 5 o'clock a. m. Matthew says it was in the dawn. Mark says it was at the sunrising. Luke says it was very early in the morn- ing. John says it was while it was yet dark. In other words, it was twilight That was the o'clock at which Mary Magdalene mistook Christ for the gar- dener. What does that mean? It means there are shadows over the grave un - lifted, shadows of mystery that are hov- ering. Mary stooped down and tried to look to the other end of the crypt. Sbe gave hysteric outcry. She could not see to the other end of that crypt. Neither can you see to the other end of the grave of your dead. Ne,ither ca,n we see to the other end of our own grave. Oh, if there were shadows over thefamily plot belonging to Joseph of Arimathea, is it strange that there should be dome shadows over our family lot? Easter dawn, not Easter noon.. Shadow of unanswered question! Why were they taken away from us? Why were they ever given to us if they were to be taken • so soon? Why were they taken so suddenly. Why could they not have uttered some farewell words Why? A short question. but a wbole crucifixion of agony in it. Why? Shadow on the graves of good men and women watt) seemed to die before their work was done. Shadow on all the graves of children because we ask ourselves why so beauti- ful a craft launched at all if it was to be wrecked ono mile outside of the harbor? But what did Mary Magdalene have to do ia order to get snore light on that grave? .She had only to wait. After awhile the Easter sun rolled up, and the whole place was flooded. with light. What have you and I to do in order to get more light on our (Yeat graves and light up—i the graves of our dear loved ones? Only to wait. Charles V of Spain with his servants and turches went down into the vault of the necropolis where his ancestors were buried, and wont deeper, farther on until came, 40 a cross arotend which were arramged the caskets of his ancestors. Re also found a casket containing the body ef one of his own family. He had that casket opened, and there by the em- balmer's aat be found that the body was as perfect as 18 years before when it was entombed But under the explora- tion his body and mind perished. Oh, niy friends, do not let at morbidly struggle with the shadows of the sepul- cher. What are we to do? Wait. It is not the evening twilight that gets darker and darker. It is the morning twilight that gets brighter and brighter into the perfect day. I preaoh it to -day. Sunrise over Pere le Chaise, sunrise over Grey- friars churchyard, suariee over Green- wood, over Woodlawn, over Laurel Hill, over Meant Auburn, over Congressional burying ground, sunrise over, every coun- try graveyard, sunrise over the cata- combs, sunrise over the sarcophagi, where the ships lie buried. Half .past 5 ,o'clock among the tombs now, bat soon to be the noonday of explanation arid beatitude. It was in the morning twi- liglab that Mary Magdalene misteok Christ for a gardener. Another thing the world and the church have . not • observed—that is, Christ's pathetic credentials. How do you know it was not a gardener? His garments said. be was a gardener. The flakes of the upturned earth scattered upon his garments said he was a garden- er. How do you know he was not a gar- dener? Ahl Before Easter had gone by he gave to some of his disciples his three credentials. Be showed them his hands and his side. Three paragraphs written in rigid or depressed letters. A scar in the right palm, a scar in the left palm, a soar amid the ribs—scars, scars. That is the way they knew him. That is the way you and I will know him. Aye, am I saying this morning too much when I say that will be one of the ways in which you and I will know each other by the scars of earth; scars of a,cci- dent, scars of siokness, scars of persecu- tion, scars of hard work, scars of battle, scars of old age? When I see Christ's resurrected body having scars, it makes nee think that our remodeled and resur- rected bodies will have scars. Why, be- fore we get out of this world some of us will be covered with scars all over. Hea- ven will not be a bay into which float summer yachts after a pleasuring, with the gay bunting and with the embroid, ered sails as fair as when they were first unfurled, Heaven will be more like a navy yard where men-of-war come in from Trafalgar and Lepanto, men-of-war with =lists twisted by a cyclone, men- of-war struck on all sides by 74 pound- ers, men-of-war with decks scorched of the shell. Old Constitution, old Constel- lations, floating in discharged from ser- vice to rest forever. In the resurrection Christ credentialed by sears. You and I will be credontialed, and will recognize each other by scars. Do yea think them now a disfigurement? Do you think them now a badge of endurance? I tell you the glorious thought this morning, they are going to be the means of heavenly Twig, - mitten. There is one more thing that the world and the church bave not noticed in this resurrection of Christ, and that is that Christ from Friday to Sabbath was life- less in a hot climate where sanitary pru- dence demanded that burial take place the same day as death, and where there was no ice to retard dissolution. Yet, after three days he comes up so healthful, so robust and so rubicund Mary Magda- lene takes him for a gardener. Not sup- posing him to be an invalid from a hos- pital, not supposing him to be a corpse from the tomb, but supposing him to be the gardener. Healthful by the breath of the upturned sod, and by a perpetual life in the sunshine. Glorious Consolation. After Christ's interment every celuleat tissue broke down, and nerve and. artery and brain were n physiological wreck, and yet he comes up swarthy, rubicund and well, When I see after such mortuary silence such radiant appearance, that settles it that whatever should become of the bodies of our Christian dead they are going to come up, the nerves restrung, the optic nerve reillumined, the ear drain a -vibrate, the whole body lified up, with- out its weakaesses and worldly uses for which there is no resurrection. Come, is it not almest time for us to go out to meet our reanimated dead? Can you not hear the lifting of tha rusted latch? Oh, the glorious thought, the glorious consolation of this subject when I find Christ corning up without any of the lacerations—for you must remember he was lacerated and wounded fearfully in tbe crucifixion—coming up without ono! What does that make me think? That the grave will get nothing of us except our wounds and imperfections. Christ went into tho grave exhausted and blood- less. All the (aureate of his life had poured out from his wounds. He had lived a life of trouble, sorrow and priva- tion, and then be died a lingering death. His entire body hung on four spikes. No Invalid of 20 years' suffering ever went into the grave so white and ghastly and broken down as Christ, and yet here he comes up so rubicund and robust she supposed him to be the gardener. Ah, all the side aches, and the head- aches, and the back aches, and the leg aches, and the heart aches we will leave where Christ left his. The ear will come up without its heaviness, the eye will coine up without its dimness, the lungs will come up without oppressed. respira- tion. Oh, what races we will run when we become immortal athletes! Oh, what circuits we will take when, all earthly imperfections subtracted and all celestial velocities added, we shall set up our resi- dence in that city which, though vaster than all the cities of this world, shall never have one obsequy! Standing this morning round the shat- tered masonry of our Lord's toxab I point you to a world without hearse, without muffled dram, without tumulus, without catafalque and without a tear. Amid all the cathedrals of the blessed no longer the "Dead March in Saul," but whole libretti of "Halleluiah Chorus." Oh, put treunpet to lip and finger to key and loving forehead against the bosom of a risen Christi Halleluiah, amen. Hal- leluiah, amen! Took It for a Tip. An officer of the United States Light- house Bureau tells a good story on him- self. While on a erip to England he visited one of the biglighthouses with an English official. He was examining the mechanism of the monster revolving lamp and wished to see how many seconds would elapse before it completed a revolution. He took a half-crown piece front his pocket and placed it on the re- volving framework. • Watch in hand he patiently waited for the coin to come round again to where he was standing, but no half crown ap- peared. The seconds lengthened into min- utes—still no half crown! "Strange!" he exclaimed. "What ca,n be the meaning of it?" In order to ascertain the cause of the steerage phenomenon, he walked round to the other side of the lamp, and in doing so encountered one of the lighthouse men, who touched his hat and said: "Thank you, sir," in an undertone. The man, seeing the coin cosning to- evta.ds him' had pocketed it, thinking it was meantfoe A tip. ICES IN WINTER. A Practice That is crowing condemned by High Authority, T11* prattice of eating ices in winter is conaint ned by The Hospital, and wo- men are said to be its chief upholders, although probably the writer speaks for England alone. He • says: "It is ladies who provide ices in midwinter for their guests; and, so far as a pretty wide an& careful personal observation can be relied upoa, it is the ladies who e,at the ices when provided. A man, be he • yamag, middle aged or old, is rarely, if ever, seen partaking of an ice in the month of December. Is it, then, the fact that blood of woman is of a higher tempera- ture than that of man, that ber heart pulsates with greater vigor, that she is less subject to the possibilities of mere collapse due to sudden lowering of the temperature of the body? Not one of these questions can be answered in the affirmative. "The blood of woman, instead of being better able to resist the cold than that of man, is less able, the action of her heart is not so vigorous and sustained, her nervous system is much more sensi- tive. Why is it, then, that wherever a party of human beings is assembled under the control and direction of the more conservative sex, whether the occa- sion be an at Mine or a small dining party or apubhia ball,ices anywhere tempt the feinale palate aud are partaken of at the risk of the sufferings we have men- tioned and of others there is not space to mention. It can only be that the female mind is so poor in resources that ices having once been begun and having, been found agreeable to ladies are brought in as a matter of course all the year round, although for the winter months they are as unsuitable for the stomach as a mus- lin dress woulii be for outside wear." Future of the Fur Seal. —I,. David Starr Jordan, president of the Bering see, commission for 1896, and Mr. George Archibald Clark, secretary to the commission, say in the April 'Forum :— TM regulations adopted by the Paris tribunal of arbitration in 1893 for "the protection and preservation Of the fur seal" have signally failed of their object. This failure is chiefly due tathe treat- ment of the creature as an object of in- ternational litigation, not as an animal having habits and prejudices to which International statutes must conform if they are to serve any purpose. In the compromise aiii 1 ted by the tribunal were embodied (attain propositions, apparently fair from the legal side of the case, but wholly 1, pagnant to the animal. The only poeaele basis for a , final arrange- ment icethe protection and preservation of the fur seal must conform perfectly to its Itabits. That such a settlement must finally be made admits of no doubt. It is not to be supposed for a anoment that England, Russia and the United States Win fail to settle so simple a problem, or that these great nations are so weak or so barbarous as to allow this wonderful animal to be wasted. without 'mercy, when the conditions of its preservation are fully understood. To balance land killing against sea killing, to kill with guns in one sea and with spears in another, to 1:111 on land in July and at sea in April and August, to have a closed zowe of 60 miles and an open zone of 200—all these compromises are ingenious on paper, and find their precedent in the chocks and balances of constitutional law, but not in the facts of natural history. How such regulations affect the animal is not to be settled by compromise. It is a question of fact, and. any system of regulations must be judged from the standpoint of the animal itself. The whole Bering sea dispute be- long primarily to natural bisto*, not to international law. If existing forms of international law fail to protect a noble and valuable animal in its migrations or its feeding exeursions at sea, then more international law must be written, and the actual habits of the animal must determine the nature of such law. Misjudged. Charley Marshall was traveling up to town. He was the pride of our village. He was but 18, and this was his first ex- tended trip alone. He felt; as if he were going to seek his fortune, and the fact that he wore a new suit of very correct clothes intensified his enjoyment and his sense of importance. At one of the midway stations there entered an old man who looked the hon- est farmer. He wore the high "dicky" and rusty stock of an elder day, and his clothes were very evidently homemade. Marley took to him at once. He seemed it breath from the hills. And when the old beentlenia,n wandered into the seat withhim, it was a vivid pleasure to move along and make hospitable room. Finally the two began to talk to- getber, thougb the old gentleman kept a distinct air of reserve, and, seeing that, Charley redoubled his efforts to make the time pass pleasantly. They reached the city and made prepar- ations to leave the train. "Well," said the old gentleman, grasp- ing his carpet bag and beginning to move toward the door, "I'll bid you good evening." Charley, very conscious of his new clothes and the splendor with which he was about to burst upon the great world, was still loyal to his homely friend. "Where do you stop?" he asked. The other hesitated a moment before answering coldly, "The Phoenix hotel." "Why, that's where I'm going!" said Charley. "Let me have your bag. I'll carry it for you." Then at last the old gentleman turned upon him and transfixed hina with a cold blue eye, in which there was yet a right- eous indignation. "Young man," said. he, "I helmet said nothin about it, but I know ye. I live in the conatry, but I ain't quite so green as I may appear. I've read all about ye confidence men and bunko steerers. And. as for ye, I don't mind telliu ye I ain't liked yer looks from the fust!"-eYouth's Companion. • • Hydraulic Barber Chairs. There am barber chairs that are oper- ated by hydraulic power. The chair is movable, like any other. • Under the seat and supporting it is a vertical steel col- tunn, which is a piston working in a cylinder in the base of the chair. Adjoin- ing this cylinder and also within the base of the chair is a small reservoir con- taining oil. By means of a pump operated with the foot oil is pumped front the reservoir into the cylinder under the pis- ton, causing the chair to rise. The pump is so adjusted that a single pros - SUM on the lover downward to its limit lets the column of oil flow back into the reservoir, and the chair is thus lowered. —New York Sun. THRIFT OF RUSSELL SAGE. A. Recent Occurience Which Illustrates Elt ItUling Passion. e any stories are lol I, in New York of the thrift which invariably clutracterizes ehe hebite and conduce of Russell Sage. A recent occurrence illustrates in a forc- ible manner his ruling passion. On Sat- urday lase, while on Ids way to take an elevated train, the great financier stopped at it news stand and began looking over the papers there on sale. J. Arthur Joseph, an old friend of the "L" road. teagnate,,eitane along. "Good afternoon, Mr. Sage," cried Mr. Joseph cheerily. "13ttying your evening papers?" • "Oh, no, Arthur," replied Mr. Sage. "No, no; Arthur. Not y.et, .Arthur. Had quite made up my rnind, Arthem---" "Well, I'm just going 'to buy mine," said Joseph. "What paper do you reed, air. Sage?" "Oh, any of them—any of them—or all of them, Arthur," said Mr. Sage, as a strange light came into his eyes. "Well, have a set of them with me; it's my treat," said Mr. Joseph, and he handed Mr. Sage a full set of the after- noon newspapers, for which he counted our eleven cents. • "Oh, very kind of you; very kind of you, indeed, Arthur," said Mr. Sage as he tucked the newspapers in his inside pocket, and, taking Mr. Joseph by the arm, escorted him up the steps in the rear toward the "L" station. A train was just pulling up to the crowded platform as Mr. Sage and Mr, Joseph, arm in arm, the latter with an "L" ticket ba his hand, approached the ticket chopper, "Good evening, gentlemen," said the ticket chopper, who knows Mr. Sage too well to halt him for the formality of exhibiting his pass. The two men ran aboard the train, the guard slammed the gates and was about turelease his hand from the bell rope wben Mr. Joseph discovered that he had forgotten to deposit his ticket in the box, "By Jove, Mr. Sage," said Mr. Joseph, "look here! I forgot to put my ticket in the box and I suppose the chopper didn't stop me because he thought I was your guest." "Oh, that's all right, Arthur; that's all right," said the great !Meader. "Just give me the ticket, Arthur; give me the ticket," and snatching the ticket _Mr. Sage rushed to the door of the car. "Thomas! Come here, Thomas!" cried Mr. Sage to the ticket chopper, and the latter left his box and ran up to Mr. Sage. "Put this ticket in the box, Thonias!" said Mr. Sage. Then rejoining Mr. Joseph, the great financier said:— "Arthur, really now, Arthur, I would have treated you, but it wouldn't be fair to the stockholders." — Chicago Chronicle. A Wail From a King. Even a king—if he doesn't happen to be born in Germany or Spain—can learn something from experience, and can fin- ally appreciate that the motion of the world. carries royalty as well as other things along with it. This possibility is illustrated in it way at once amusing and. pathetic) by a letter which the consul general of the Niger Coast protectorate recently received from Nana, once a king of some eminence as African kings go, but for several years past a sorrowing exile at Accra, with nothing to do except to meditate upon the disastrous results of what, foi: it few days, he thought was a war with Great Britain. "I used to think my country big," he writes, "and no man flt or able to touch me. But I have now been away from my country nearly three years and have seen the world, and I know I have been very fool- ish." He asks the consul to remember that wisdom was not to be expected of a alai] who had never left his native vill- eve, and says that the first real instruc- tron he ever received was when the Eng- lish man-of-war bombarded him. "I learn big lesson now," the letter pro- ceeds, "for I lose all rny cargoes, all my cash, all my houses, and my town is now only sand and bush. All my people are Tar away and many of my family killed by the ship. I thinle your queen she pun- ish me plenty. I beg you, consul, to ask queen to let me sit down for my river before I die. I swear I never do wrong again, but will make it small place for tde in one river close for Sapele. I hear queen have big play for this year because she live long past other king or queen. I beg you ask her to have mercy on me and pity my case." All this is decidedly unkiagly, but Nana confronts a condition, not a theory, as formerly, and shows good sense, if not heroism, by expressing it desire to turn his royal mind to trade.—New York Times. A. Century of Dismemberment. The idle talk about the integrity of the Turkish empire deceives nobody to- day. The dismemberment of Turkey be- gan over 100 yews ago. In 1783 Turkey lost the Crimea. In 1880 she lost Greece. In 1857 Moldavia and Walltichia, the two Danubian principalities., were united, and finally became the present flourishing kingdom of Roumania under Rang Charles in 1881. in 1802 the Turkish garrison evacuated Belgarde. and in 1878 Servia, became an independent king- dom. Bulgaria is virtually independent under Prinee Ferdinand, and Turkey quietly acquiesced in the absorption of eastern Romnelia in 1887. Kars and Batum were snatched by Russia in 1878. England seized. Cyprus in the mane year, and Austria was comfortably installed in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Where is the alleged integrity of the Turkish empire in the face of the above historical facts? Bosnia and Herzegovina, two essentially Mussulman provinces, have nothing in 00111131011 with Austria, which now rules over them. But when the question of Crete and Greece comes to be.considered, all Chris- tian Europe shakes with holy horror at the 'unreasonable aspirations of Greece in seeking to free an island iuhabited by a homogeneous population, professing the AMMO faith and situated at its very doors. But in this advanced era of oivilization a new force, that makes for justice, is al- ways felt on occasions like this among civilized nations, and that is publics opin- ion. While Lord Salisbma, was declaring in the house of Lords that Crete cannot be united to Greece, 100 English Liberals were signing a telegram of sympathy to King George, and a monster meeting of 30,000 Englishmen in Hyde Park were passing resolatiotas in favor of Greece. —Demetrius N. Botassie Grecian Consul General at New York, in North Ameri- can Review. "And he was a flame of hers?" "Until her father put him out, yes." WA.S SLOWLY DYING. THE RESULT OF AN ATTACK OF LA GRIPPE AND PNEUMONIA. The Strange Case of Mr. James Owen, of Joh fi vi lie—Doctors +old Him His Lungs Were Affected and Ile Could Not Recover • —Now 10 Good Health. From the Sherbrooke Gazette. • Whelk a man faces what medical au- thorities tell him is oertain death, and regains health and strength, he is natur- ally grateful to the medicine that has restored him. Such a man is Mr. James Owen, one of the best known farmers in the vicinity of Johnville, Que. M. Owen tells his story of sbatttered health and renewed strength as follows: "On the 174h of December, 1894, I was attacked with la grippe. A week later the trouble developed into pneumonia in its worst form, and I did not leave my bed until the first of March, 1895, and then I was so weak that I was unable to walk alone. All winter my life hung in the balance. Sutrineer came, and I was still weak and feeble, though with the warm weather gained a little strength. I bad however, but very little power in my legs, and I could not ride a mile in a buggy owing to the pain they caused ine. My lungs also troubled nte and. I raised a great deal of matter. I then consulted the best doctor we have in this section of prov- ince. He told me candidly that I was past medical help. He said that my left lung was in a state of collapse, and that my right lung was also affected. This was in July, 1895. For the next three months, every day seemed to draw me nearer the end. I was so pressed for breath at times that I could not walk any distance without stopping to regain it. In the month of November I began to take Dr. Williams' Pink Pills. It was certainly a forlorn hope and 1 adroit I did not expect much benefit from them, but took them rather to please a friend who urged me to do so. I believe I was surprised when I found they were laelp- ing me, for I thought I was beyond the aid of medicine, but help me they did, and I gladly continued their use. The result is they have made a well man of me. I have not a pain about me, my breath comes as freely as it ever did, and I am strong and vigorous, My case can be briefly summed up in a few words. ]Jr. Williains' Pink Pills have given ille a new lease of life and I asn glad to let everybody know it." Dr. Williams' Pink Pills create new blood, build up the nerves, and thus drive disease from the ;system. In hun- dreds of cases they have cured after all other medicines had failed, thns estab- lishing the claim that they are a marvel among the triumphs of modern medical science. The genuine Pink Pills are sold only in boxes bearing the full trade mark, "Dr. eilliaans' Pink Pills for Pale People." Protect yourself from im- position by refusing any pill that does not bear the registered trade mark around the box. Humors of the Law. Calling a harmless old woman a witoh is so serious a matter that a late Penn- sylvania libel case sustains a verdict of $600 in her favor against a newspaper for merely reporting the fact that her neigh- bors said and believed that she was a witch. When a young woman is culled. a "witch" or a "little witch" her remedy is different. The spirit of litigation finds fitting ex- pression in the title of the recently re- ported ease of Damm vs. Hanna. in this case both parties were women, but the controversy may not have been less spirit- ed on that account. Under the bold heading "Free from _Errors," a law publishing company an- nounces that its volumes will be free from "mistake, erratits, and pages re- printed to correct errors." Much has been said recntly about the right of privacy, but now comes a big law book which says "public baths are also necessary to health." This seems to place a laygenic but bashful person be- tween the—public—and the deep sea, TM prohibition of suicide by policies of life insurance seems to have carried a step further in a policy lately litigated. The court recites that "the assured went, and lived for a time in the State of Texas, without the consent of the com- pany, where he died, which was prohibi- ted by the policy." Tbe company is ap- parently trying to do a safe business. Recognized. Although Lord Tennyson hated the toadyism of those who love a lion, he did not always avoid his kind. At one time he fell in with a party of tourists who were traveling in the highlands and made himself indispensable to their daily plea- sure. Yet they did Rot know who he was, and when a gentleman who had met him at length joined the party they fell upon hien with entreaties. "Who is that gentleman?" they be- sought him. "He has been the life and soul of the party, and we cannot get a clew to his name. He has baffled us in every way. He has torn his name from his luggage and out of the book he was reading." And the newcomer told, much to Tennyson's disgust. But not always were there those who were able to betray him. One day a tourist in Scotland asked an- other who that fine looking gentleman could be. "That's Alfred Tennyson," was the reply, "the American poot."-- Youth's Companion. • Trimming the Eyelashes. Cutting the eyelashes to make them grow may be saccessful, but in most oases it is not. The practice should be discouraged, as in wane OffSeS eyelashes which have been out bave never grown out fully. Besides, even when they do they are frequently •like bristles and rough, and therefore unsightly.