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The Exeter Times, 1894-2-14, Page 27,a7rxrimul uli VI LUTV. iziii, i N., INOOT.T'S VX-A.GAZINBe fine, retie throegli Terry'a heart. It le hotrible, the way he ie floggieg the brute, ahe thinks ; but slae underetande that, and how he feels. And maw he has torn past them, down the lawn again, and heat taken the herse over the haaha Ono more, but this tiane a' his own rale and pleasere. And se 0 anti' he, comes to them ranee more and 41rop4 from his eaddle to the gPOOTAat Shillinji but breathing With a little 411'11044y. at had beeu a battle, but he had won. The now thoroughly cowed ereature stands trembling Zn every limb, and almost eohbing, beaide "Sell hire 1" eve he to Adere, as a Motu leeds the horse away. "1 knowhis Itipd. I had, a horse like that enee. / conquered hun too, but 1 fonnd he required. reoonguer- Mg once a week., It wasn't, good enough. It waa too fatiguing." " By Jove 1 I never eame such. riding," aaya Larry, with hone at admiration. What ever else may be laid to Larry's (theme, it °°43' °erto,babf ne'vea be the want of genes.- oaity. " He hasn't got any mouth," saya Tre- fusis. He has glanoed at Larry, as V curiously, first, and then has given him a friendly hat depreoating shake of the head. " Sell bine for anything you .can get for hith," "Pd like to shoot him 1" says Adare, wrathfully. "Here, come in and have a whiskey -and -soda. You must be dead boat, "A little shaken, I confess. The beast fell so stupidly. "Pin afraid," dabbing his face 'svith his handkerchief, "Ian rather a spectacle, but it is a mere graze. I feel nothing but my arm. That's a bit stiff." "Wall, come in awl bathe it," entreats his host, anxiously. As he goes, he passes by Terry, still sit- ting in that garderechair and still very pale. He stops before her. , "Well, I can do one thing as well as YOur cousin?" he says. There is undis- guisedtriumph in his tone. It is open, flagrant. He efieree, indeed, to glory in it. There aeems to be no shame about him. "Better,' says Terry, slowly, and then "But he would never have said there He would leave been too generous." ' "He is perfection, I know. But you should remember that he can afford to be generoue." " He ? Poor Laurence! What haat he?" "Your friendship, at all event." There is an emphasis on the word.• "That certainly," oalroly. / A this moment Miss Anson lays her hand upon his arm. • "on must come. You must, really," says she, with great agitation.--" Miss 0 More, oh, don't keep him. Re must be in such pain. They tell me his arm has to be looked to at ono. Heroes" --with a beatfi smile at hira—" never acknowledge pain I know. And --P And is a delicale appreciative pause. . :Daniels spoils it. He m.oves past her, politely, but indifferently. . "took here, Adam!" he cries, "have you got a cigar about you?" Mr. Kitts, who as a rule is always listen- ing to what ia nob intended for him, hers gives way to mirth, That is, he gets behind O big laurel shrub planted in a tub and laughs heartily for a full minute. Lawry, who has followed him very kindly into his exile, under the mistaken impression that he is going into a fib, now sts.res at him as if he is the eighth wonder. kir. Kitts re- strains himself sufficiently to say, "One in the eye for her,. old boy, eh ?° After which Larry leaves_ him, not with out a sense of indignation. ' , . , CHAPTER XXII. ,a. • "So you are not really aart, then?" as Tereyags Trefusis, crossing the room, seats himself on the ottoman beside her. Dinner is over, ,and the men bite just come into the drawing -room. Terry had been specially brigbt and charming all throng,h it, though Trefusis had known by her.eyes that she had been'Crying. It gave him a cruel satisfaction. He has not yet . forgotten—he knows he will never forget -- the dull stinging pain that filledthe months following on her dismiseal of him. "Not fatally," he answers, with a touch of irony. "1 dare say with tirne and at- tention I shall recover, I hope," looking at her, "you will be attentive to me. You ought, you know, if only for old times' sake." , - -He seems entirely gay over the ." old times," utterly callous to the memory of them. It annoys Terry bitterly, nia con- stant harping upon. this theme, and the manner in which, he watches her as he lets fall each jesting allusion to it. What does he want, or expect, to see in her face? She steeps now to pick up her handker- chief. "1 wears° afraid your arm -was broken," seys she, calmly, putting his last speech aside, as ib were. • "So was L A good think it wasn't, as Mre. Adare has ordered tis to dance to- nigh Fanny iadeed has invited a few of the younger neighbors, to come in for a small and early affair this evening. It is now a few minutes past nine„.and already the door has opened to admit a little "maiden of bashful fifteen" and her brother. "It ia too early to dance yet," says Tre- fasts. He rises hurriedly and holds out his hand to Terry. "Let us esoape while we can," says he. The window is open behind them, and in a moment they are standing on the balcony. A pale faint moon is lying upon a paler sky. Here and there.a sMr is glimmering, and from the shrubberies tangle in the be- yond the warm sweet seent ofhoneysuckle comes to them on a little vagrant breeze. It is such a white, white night that one can hardly yet believe the day to be quite gone, so clear lie the paths runnirig along. below them, so pink and blushing red the blossoms of the drowsy roses. • Yet Yon gilded sickle of the new -made moon, Leading the pale lamp of the evening' start proclaims ib night. • Terry, itt her gown of soft pink crepe, seems in unieon with the hour. Her neck is gleaming snowy white in this pale radi- ance, her eyes are shining like the stars above her. She is standing, looking down at the colored sweetness of the rose -garden beneath, and her arms, happily guiltless of atty coveriag, are hanging with the fingers loosely clasped before her, Sweet arms, eo young, so delicate. She is not conscious of Treftiefs'e gaze thie time, a gaze of ming- led anger and determination. It is fa very settrehing gaze. The girl ie startled back from her quick eager appreciatien of the beauties of the night, by his voice. ' What were you crying about ?" heaniks. His tone ia bluet, almost rude. "Crying?" She blushes crimson, and her brow dttriteas a little, "Yes, crying," immovably. "You had been crying before you came down to cliener."` "Row de you ltdow that?" atm isalcs. He looks at her for w mernent,—it is a strange look, --then he laughs. " What 1 you can't even lie about thEtt l" says he. " Why should I not know hew you look when you have been crying? If them was ever an:authority an that onibjeet, it is L You," With. an eanased air, ''' WOES alwaya' crying more or less last summer, That was the exhilarating effect your cm, gageinent with: me had on yam" "Wall, 1 am. not engaged to you now," says Tory, with spirit, "Md yet you say I am crying.," "I, do. AAA'? he Paheee, " and '"--. slowl "because ' f trie again," ...--- " febrsto 1" says Larry. "t "brute is being led up and amen by a groom before the lieli door, on the Ater of whio'h, all the gileate. of *The 114, are standing The be.N-elifal horse, saddled and bridled, haa ;Mat been brought book from a morning eanter,e-ora oanter suppomed to be taken,' whiele his rider has felt the eerth niany thno, but no canter. He is a perfect plotge taa bn tite,ntis , there, with e, rote: eleant the bit, etanding immovable, quiet, uothfeig bat the foene to betray terns per of ey wort, exoept perhaps: the excess. aye widleauess of the eye. "retell never get eactley's good out of him," emanates Larry, %adrenals; Adore. "Yet what e. handsome creature l" says Trefaeis, who is EiatOlthlg a cigarette and talking to Fanny. Mr, Kitts on their right bawl is carrying en a light akirinishing attaeir with TerrY, "Oh, yea, handsome, but useless, 'Hand. some is as haudeorne (knee and, his tempers hobeaxable. He's a perfect devil. Not one of the grooms oan ride him. "I don't think =eh of grooms' " says Trefusia. "Not for temper, X mean. Thieve coinage enough, as a rule, but they're patient. Is it only the grooms 2" "And enough, too, 1 think," Bays Tertiee ooming forward having been eeverely Vanquished by Mr. Kitta, "But Isn't enly the grooms. Larry tried to ride him last week, --just the day before you wane home, Fanny," turning to her cousin,— "and he was thrown. Larry, who can ride anything!" Trefusis flings hie cigarette into a busk • close by. "Larry, who has all the virtues?' says • he, glancing at her with a smile. It is now ten days since he clamelsack to Ireland, and • mei little friction or emberraesment between them that might at first have been 'felt has quite died away. •Terry has been constant. 1.y at Thse Hall, ie now staying there, in- -., deed, but, whether by chance or design,— ehe has a v ague belief in the desigm—Trefusis very Seldom comes near her. "And so Larry eaai ride anything 1" Re reeves away from her to where Adare is examining a. girth on the "brute," who. le now standing as impaseive es if Tice and he were strangers, "1 don't believe him so VI01011B as you all say," says he. "1 believe," slowly., I • amnia conquer him. Give me a try, Adare, will ou " My dear fellow, why? Re's sure to do you seam itilury even if you do get the upper band: "Nothing is sure," says Trefusis. "And I've rather set my mind on taking him for a gallop over those fieldbelow there." He points tnwhere beyond the tennis -courts a splendid lawn lies, while, field beyond that again. " Well, You're not a novice, as we all „know," mys Adare. "Bat do look out for yourself.. I assure you, as far as 1 can learn, O'More got a nasty fall with her the other day." "I'll take care," saya Trefusis. He goes nearer, and. prepares to mount, the groom holding the horsetae head. - hand b laid upon his arm. He turns, to find Terry beside him. Her face is very pale, She has been hardly gonscious of this extreme step that she has taken, until she meets the deep surprise within his eyes. "Don't 1" saga she. It b impossible to retreat now: she must go on. "Don't what ?" "Don't ride that horse. I"—brokenly, • confasedly—" you. must not think-- • It is only- that I cannot bear to see any one hurt. Rut he hurt Larry.; and. Larry has been riding an his life; he in accustomed to horses --e' aseaa. are- esaree HeceezeugneearsititXicuilies her head rather 'Oruptly from him, and opringseinte the Saddle. That allusion to,Lerry has irritate ed him. b a hideouts struggle. ' Pn first mounting, the horse had refused to move, abanding there with hie forefeet • thrust ont and firmly planted in theground his ears lying close to his neck. Then sud- denly, -without a second's warning, he had • bolted.. Nobody had been frightened until then. That unexpected and • vicious spring • forward would have unseated most riders, but Trefusis kept his seat. As the brute _swung round, he swung with him, and had a good hand on the rem, as he went wildly forward. • •• Like a flash of lightning the horse tore past theme sistaiding on the hall door steps, &Wing onward towards the lawn below. •e A 'awe, of course, is as delightful a. spot aa one can meet with on which to try a con - elusion with a nesty-tempered horse ; but, unfertunately, Adare's lawn, as I have al- ready stated, has a field lying beyond it, -- a field divided from the great broad lovely iawn by a ha-ha. Down there on the right side of this ha-ha a lighb wire railing abent forty yarda in length and one yard in height had been erected, to mark ib dangerous, -e just to preyent people from jumping it, as the ha-ha has been sunk rou.ch lower upon the other side of it than on the part above' it. It is towards thia spot,marked dangerous, that the no infuriated animal is dashing, . with it head between its forefeet, and every sinew stru ng. "Great heaven 1 I hope he will be able to turn him," says Adare, under his breath. He leas changed color: he steps back a bit, and frowns nervously. • it is clear, however, to them all that Trefusie haat no longer the slightest control • over the animal he is riding. He is sitting him firmly enough, and is apparently doing all he can to turn him aside, without avail. There its always little or nothing to be done with a runaway. Nearer, ever nearer, mall the horse and rider to that fateful spot in the ha-ha. Now they are almost at it. •Now ----- Fanny bursts into tears. Miss Anson covers her bee with her hand. Terry, with her arms cast backward and. her fingers clasping tonvulsively the chair behind her, is leaning forward, her face like marble,her eyes wide. She is rigid, tense ; her gaze is fixed immovably upon the tragie :scene below. Now indeed the tragedy is at its height. Who horse has reached the wire railing, has • , risen te it, hes cleared it badly, and hes Come with a sickening crash tc, the ground at the other sada. "Robbie 1 Robbie 1" cries Mrs. Adare, wildly, "you should not have let him do ," My God 1 what a time to reproach a man!" says Adare oaterrible glance at her. Bat even as Adare, he starte forward, the ether men following him, they see l'refusie seegger to his feet, seize the reinea--the • hero has already risen, and is standing ehivernag next him,—and himeelf once mare into the saddle, A wild cheer berets from those watchitig "Oh, he is hurt ?'' says Terry, faintly. •.8he drops iaton chair. A. weve of sickness pesetas over lier. Whet is hie pluek, or • anything, to her, been& that thin lite of blood ranning down hitt cheek / y all see it eon*, that egly etainy g from hie forehead to his thin. Bat is himself appeato either ignoraat of feidfgeretit to it. He has tho brute bend now, and this time the vie- th the man. The lower field 'Ml courate ott i mall ecale, takea hire and then tures se esi thee up eittl ' the aft Were people." er rummer it quite neral ; tins little ,ketrior ia her voloe at Ow began is now pite gone. She looks streight lutobia eyes; ie looks ha& at her as irepaesively oe ever, vat he +wine, for orme, at Malt, "As to my orying all the time1 was en. 4;404 to you," Terry goee on, gayly, "that July ehowe how right I was. to put, a Stop that ritlioulous arrengement, We woe.' •`tern have said youreelf) the last people in the world to nit moth other, you, and "Yon wore the first to find Mutt alit." " Naterelly," site eays, senelly. " Wom. ea are always cleverer then mea at thine of that sort. You know.yon Would alvaayl have given yourself the etre of a Oophetua.' Dia he give himself airst Etiotery, thisk, is dark on the sabsequent edfaire of that immortal man." "No matter. You would have given yourself airs, vertainly." "Should Ir life looks thoughtfully upon the ground. "Well, perhaps I should," "You know you are very masterful. Yee, yeti are. Think of OM horse to- day." "4.m 12" meekly. Well. perliape I un‘lult ia even likely that some time or other you would have reminded me ea the fact that you lied married me without 4 peony." 'fere Trefuais flings up hie head. • NeVOr 1" says he, • unpelsively. " shoald neves : havedone that ' He fleshes a clerk red. "Wouldn't you? Well, perliapa • yen wouldn't," murmurs she, • with each an exact imitation of hie own tone that they both burst out laughing. • "Well, but you aren't now 'the beggar. maid," says he. He says this and then. stops. 'Terry's heart almost atops too. • What. does he mean? What is he going to say'? Again she knows that his eyes are on her, reeding her and gloating no doubt over the fact that she has beeorae as white as death. She struggles with herself, and by an effort !aces him her lovely eyes filled with some etrange fear, her voice a little low, but her lips smiling. "That spoils the story," says she, " if a story oould be made out of it; but Pro afraid we are not in sympethy enough for that" "Stilt, we have made a otory," says he, q niokly. "Irtte, but such a 'poor one, a. bare half. volume, with a eilly beginning and no end." "That is an admission. Do you say the end is not yet?" "I refuse to say anything," she laughs. She seems in the merriest of spirits. A rioh, sweet oolor has flown into her cheeks; her pretty teeth are gleaming; her eyes have a soft defiance in them. She seems farther from regret than ever. Melancholy has certainly failed to mark her for ite own. Trefusis tightens his teeth. • "That is how a woman gets out of every- thing," say he with a grim smile. "But you can t gel out of one feast, ab all eveuts, "And bat?" "That my accident to -day compelled you to tears." There is aomothing alnaose malig- nant in the triumph of his voice as he says this. • •. "Why should I wish to get out of it ? have already confessed to it. 1 like to be human," says Terry. "Was it only humanity 2" "Only,—only." She raises her charming head, and smiles full in his eyes. A ray of pale moonlight has caughther,and makes her even more beautiful than she already is. A waste of the goodly moon. Her eyes seem to-eletm his, to compel them to leok at her tenni sr etelete„freettem that lies in fen 'TA.* • r siteet-d • '• ,ie., eerier. .atesSe se- "She draiS itv4ia::".4.441.: , '410,1410.u nneAr.o.i. Ite TA1IVI4G*1 till:MAUS ABOUT W V17%14.111E. 17t70Xe1.tD. noearter iina. a Dream a breom of 4Ni, a oreanit or eteeven-Matenage Telees au Werner ifrlie to lieaven anti Tolle all *tont Xt. Bnoonver, N. rob. the Brooklyn Taberneole this forenoon the hymns, the Seripture hymens and the Prar ems, as well as the serum, were about the fixture world more them about this world. Rev. Dr, Talmage took for his subject "A 'Vision of Heaven," the text being 1 Ezekiel I, 1 1—" liQW it came to ruses es I as eniong the oeptives by the River of Ohebar that the Heavens ,were open and I saw visions of Expatriated and in far exile on the banks of she River of Gliehar, au affluent of the Eephrates, sat Ezekiel. It was there he bad an irnmoretal dream, and.11 is given to no in the Holy Scriptures. He dreeental of Tyre and Egypt. Pie dreamed of Christ and the coming Heaven. This exile, floated by that River Clasher, hed a More weeder., rut dream than yen' or I ever have had, or ever will have, seated an the banks of the Hudson, or Alabama or Oregon, • or Thamee, or Tiber, or Danube. But we au „have had memorable dreams, some of them when we were half asleep and half awake, so that we did not know whether they were born of shadow or sun- light ; whether they were bhougbts let loose and disarranged as in slumber, or the itn. agination of faculties awake. Such a dream I hed this mond* It was *out half past fiVe, and the day waa break - nice le was a dream of God ; a dream of haven. Ezekiel had his dream on the banks of the Chebar, 1 had my dream on the banks of the Hudson.The most of the storiesof ',maven were written many oentur- ies ego, and tell MI how the piece looked then, or how it -will look centuries ahead. VVould you not like to kuow, how it looks now ? That is what I am going to tell yeti. I waa there this morning. 1 heves just got back. How I got into that oity of the sun I know not. Which of the twelve gates I entered is to me undatain, But my first remembrance of the scene is that I stood on one of the main avenues, looking this way and that, lost in matures, and the air ea full of music and redolence, and laughter and light, that I knew not which street to take, when an angel of God accosted me and, offeredto show me the objectsof great- est interest, an.d to conduct me from street to street, and from mansionto mansion,and from temple to temple, and from wall to wall. I said to the angel: "How long hest thou been in heaven?" and the answer came, "Thirty-two •years according to the early calendar." There was a secret about this angel's name and that was not given to me, but from the tenderness and sweetness, and affection, and interest taken in my walk through Mayen, and more than all in the fact of thirty-two years' residence, the number of years since she aseended, I think it was my mother Old age, and decrepitude,and the tiredlook were all gone but I think it was she.. You see, 1 was only on a visit to the oity, and had not yet taken up residence, and I could know only in part. • I looked in for a few -moments at the great Temple. Our brilliant and lovely Scotch essayist, Afre Drummond, says there is no ohurch in Heaven, but he did not look for it on the right street. Saint John was right when in his Patmosaio Tie- ion,recorded in third chapter of Revelations he speaks of "The Temple Of my God." I saw it thisenorning; the largest church I ..113 all the charohes of the AWF4se -AtaTI* ien,o0,1 haste. "Don't," says she, under her breath. "Not even so much. ! Why, in the old days when you hated me, you--" • "Where lies the difference between those old days and these ?" she demands. • She haa turned upon him as though endurance is no longer possible. "If. I hazed you then, Why should I not hate you now ? And what is it to you whether I hate you or love you? There," contemptuously, "go, go 1" She sweeps past him, with her scornful eyes still fixed on his. Suddenly she lowers them, to hide a quick rush of tears, but too. He has seen them. • As she passes through the open window into the drawing -room, Trefusis runs down the steps to the garden below- : his thoughts carry him so far that he does not return to the house again until the dancing is draw- ing to its close. (To BE CONTIN.17ED.) •SHOWSitS OF BLOOD. Some Peculiar Ph enomeua-whitek Caused Great Consternatton. • No fewer than twenty-one showers of blood have been recorded duringthe pres. ant century in Europe and Algeria,. These phenomena excited widespread consterna- tion in ancient and even comparatively re- cent times. Tway were regarded as dire warnings and portents. Nevertheless, they are accounted for by very common -place reasons. In 16700 shower of this kind fell at the Hague and caused great excitement'. A level-headed physician got a little of the crimson fluid and examined it under &mi- croscope. He found that it was filled with small red animalcules, which proved to be a species of water flea. Doubbleas they were brolight from a great distance by wind and deposited with the rain. In March, 1813, the people of Gerace, in Calabria, save a terrific cloud advancing from the sea, 16 gradually changed hue to a fiery red, shutting off the light of the sun. The town being enveloped in darkness, the inhabitants rushed .to the Cathedral, sup- posing thatethe encl of the world was oome. Meanwhile TICE MANGE CLOUD covered the whole heavens, and amid peals of thunder and flashes of lightning, red rain fell in large drops, which were imag- ined by the excited populace to be of blood. Analyses af ter ward made of the fluid showed that its chloriug Matter was a dust of an earthy taste, Probably this dust was ejected by an active volcano, carried a great distance by the wind, and. precipi- tated with the rain. There was a rain of ink in the eity of A/entreat on NoVerober 9, 1819. Some ef the liquid, colleoted and forvearded to New York for analysis, was discovered to owe its hue entirely to soot. The explanation of it was that there had previously been immense forest fires south of the Ohio River, the season being remarkably dry, and the Sooty particles from the conflagration had been cohvoyed by strong winds northward, /co sa to iniegle with the rain when it felt • In 101, in a district of Persia, there Was an abundant +shower of a nutritious !substance strenge ter the people. Cattle and ohtep devoured it greedily, mid bread Vele made from it, lb peeved to be a kited el' lichen. Largo quantities of vegetable material are alwaye VLOATIMI IN' TRH Aro, War, ojss an Ship at elle ad, others other hour, we passed do the street &phi the throne cowing to an going from the Great Temple. And w wood along through astreet °ailed Xartyr 1 10,0e, aad Vte Diet there, QS ea,W Sitting at the windows, the smile of those who on earth went through fire and flood, and under sword and raok. Wo saw liohlt WioirlineAwhose ethos were by deoree of the Commit of °oust:woe thrown into the river; and Rogers, who bathed hie hands in the fire as though it had hem water; and Bishop Hooper, and Mokail, and Latimer and Ridley, and Polyoarp, who the flames refused to destroy as they bent ontward till a spear did the work, and some of the Albigenses, and Huguenots, and conaeorat‘ ed Quakers who were slain for their reli- gin% They had on them many sears, but their sears were illumined, and they had on their floes a look of espeoiel triumph. Then we passed along Song Row, and we met fame of the old Goapel singers. " That is Tana 'Matte," mad my attendant. AS we came up to bins he asked me if the churchea an eerth were still singing the hyaena he oomposed at the house of Lord and. Lady. Abney, to whom he paid a visit of thirty-six years, and I told him that many of the oharchea opened their Sabbath mormag services with ins old hymn, " Wel- come, Sweet Day of Hest," and oelebrated their Gospel triumphs with this hymn, "Salvation, 0 the Joyful Song," and often roused their devotione by ids hymn, 'c Come ye that Love the Lord." While we were talking he introduced me to another of the song writers, and seid, "This is Oharlee Wesley, who belonged on earth to a differentsolturch from. mine,. but we are all now members of the seine Church, the Temp'epf God and the Lernb." And 1 told Charles Wesley that ahnost every Sabbath etre tang epee of his old hymns, "Arm of the Lord, Awake!" or " 00Me let ua join eur Friends Above ;" or "Love Divine, all Love Excelling." A.nd while we were talking on that street call- ed Song Row, Kirk Whites the oonsamp- tive college student, now everlastingly well, came up, and we talked over his old Chruit- truss hymn, eft When • Masrhallecl on the Nightly Plain." And William Cowper came 9, now entirely recovered from his religious melancholy, and not looking as if he had ever in dementia attempted. suioide, and we -talked over the wide earthly cele- brity and heavenly power of his old hymns, "When I can Read my Title Clear, and " Tkere is a Fountain. Filled with Blood." Some one says, "Will you tell as what most impressed you in HeavenV' eI will. I was most impressed with the reversal of earthly. conditions. I khew, of.course,thab there would be differences of, attire and residence in heaven, for Paul heel declared long ago that souls Would then differ "08 one star differeth from another," as Mars from Mercury, as Saturn from Jupiter. But at every sten in my dream in heaven I was amazed to see that some who were expected to be high in heaven Were low down, and soros who were expected to be low down were high up. You thought, for instance,that those born of pious parentage, and of naturally good disposition, and of brilliant faculties and of all styles of at- teactiveness, will 7110V0 in the highest range of celestial splender and pomp. No, no. I found the highest thrones, the highest coronets, the =hest mansions were occupied by those who had reprobate father, or bad mother, and who had inherited the twisted natures of ten generations of miscreants, and who had compressed bus their body all depraved appetites, and all evil propensities, but they laid hold of God's arm, they cried for special' mercy, they conquered seven devils .within and seventy .. devils without, and were washed in the blood of the Lamb, and. by so much. as their wettest was terrible and awful and cslaartheieasagaery was e011ellelelete and • have tt71,10zplac9;ts 911., A sitronomere htsVe frequently inietaken such organic bodba for meteorites as they pass- ed across the field of the. teiesorme. They were finally discovered to be mostly the feathered seeds of plants carried by the Totteze. Having beea the firat to find this out. W 11. BeWe, of the, Royal Aetronomi- cal Society, adjusted the foeos of his instru- ment soat tO extsteine the seeds, Which preyed to belong to nian different kinds of plante, sixth dandoliohe aria wine )gfetablertilestilr Make -a- Vide 40.0e pared with that assemblage. r:Eliere, *Uri." fashion in attirkand head-dress thaajgree, mediately took my attention. The fashion was white. All in white, save Oise. And the head-dress was a garland of rose, and lily,and mignonette, mingled with green leaves culled front the Royal Gardens, and bound together with bands of gold. And I saw some 'young men with a ring on the finger of the right hand,sand said to my accompanying angel, "Why those rings on the fingers of the right hands ?' and I was told that those who wore them were prodigal BOOS, and once fed swine in the wilderness, and lived on husks, but they came home, and the rejoicing Father said, " Put a ring on his hend." But I said there was one exception to this fashion of white pervading all the auditorium and clear up through all the galleries. It was the attire of the One who presided in that immense Temple. The chiefest, the mightest, the loveliest person in all the place. His cheeks seemed to be flushed with infinite beauty, and His foree head was a morning sky, and His lips were eloquence omnipotent. But His attire was of deep colors. They suggested the carnage through which He had passed, and I said to my attending angel: "What is that - crimson robe that He wears ?" and I was told, "They are dyed garments from Bozra," and "He trod the winepress alone." Soon after I entered this tensple they began to chant the celestial Melly. It was unlike anything I ever heard for sweetness or power, and I have heard the most of the great organs, and the most of the great oratorios. 1 said to my accompanying angel: "Who isthat sbanding yonder with the harp?" and the answer wee, "David!" And I said, "Who is that sounding that trumpet ?" and. the answer was "Gabriel?' And I said, "Who is that at the organ ?" and the answer was "Handel!" And th musk rolled oxi till it came to a doxologj extolling Chriet himself, when all tha worshipers, lower down and higher up, a thousand galleries of them, suddenly drop- ped on their knees and chanted, "Worthy is the LaM13 that was slain." Under the overpowering harmony I fell back. I said, "Let urge. This is too much for mortal ears. I cannot bear the overwhelming symphony." But I noticed as I was about to turn away that on the steps „of the altar was aorriething like the laArynial, or tear - bottle as I had seen it in the earth- ly museums, • the lachryaials or tear - .bottles, into which the Orjentals used to weep their griefs mid set them away as sacred. But this lathrymal, or • teer- bottle„ instead of earthenware as those the Orientals used, was lustrous and fiery with many splendors, esd it was towering and of great capacity. And I said to my at- tending angel. "What is that groat lach- rymal, or tear -bottle, standing on the step of the altar?" and the angel said, " Why, do you nob knowl That is the bottle to which David, the Paahnist, referred in his fifty-sixth Psalm whet he said, 'Put Then my tears into ihy bottle.' It is fun of tears from earth 3 team of repentence ; tears of bereavement ; tears of joy ; tears of many centuriee. And then I saw how eaerocl to tho sympathetic God ants earthly sot.. rows. .As X Was coming out of the Temple 1 eaw all along the pictured walls there were shelves, • and golden vials being set upon thoao eheIves. Alia I said, "Why the setting tip of those Vials at tine time? They teem pet now tohave been filled," and the attending angel Mkt, "The Week of Prayer all around the earth has just Oozed, and more sapplications hs,ve been made than haste beet, made for a long while, and these new iale newly set up, are whet the Bible speaks 1 se golden vials full of odors, which a the preyere of eaints. And I said to6 a accompanyiref Angel, "Can itbe t the prayer el ear th 6tAWOrth •-042- titato t'kwen_qildittoit re 06g,"*,,h, preceding *wilts -ow by_which many haieViiiliute to the: , placesin heaven ,were made, out of the' cradles of a corrupt parentage. When I saw that 1 said to my attending angel. •"That is fair; that is right. The. harder, the struggle the more glorious the reward,'• As I walked through those streets I predated for the first time what Paul said to Timothy ,• "If we suffer, we shall also reign with Him." It surprised me beyond descriptionthat all in thegreatheaven were great sufferers. "Not all ?" Yes, all, :Woos, him of the Red Sea, a greatsufferer. David, him of Absalom' s uufilial behavoir and Ahithophel's betrayal, and a nation's dethronement, a great sufferer. Ezekiel, him of the captivity, who had the clasam on the banks of the Chebar, a great sufferer. Paul, him of the dt.seased eyes, and the Mediterranean ehip wreck, and the Mars Hill ,derision, and the Marnertine enclunge- onment and whipped back and the heads- man's axe on the road to Ostia, a great suf- ferer. • Yes, all the apostles after lives of suffering died of violence, beaten to- death with fuller's club, or dragged to death by mobs, or from the thrust ef sword, or by exposure on barren island, or, by decapitation. All the high up itt heaven great sufferers and women more than • men, Felicites, and St Cecelia, and St. Agnes, and St. Agatha., and Lucia, and women never heard of outside their own neighborhood, queens of the needle, of the broom, aud the scrubbing bruit), and the wash -tub, and the dairy, rewarded according to how well they did their work, whether to set a tea -table or govern a` nation, whether empresa or milkmaid. I could not get over it, es in my dream I saw all this; and that Borne of the numb un- known of earth were the most noxious in heaven, and that many who had seemed the greatest feilures of earth. were .the greatest successes of heaven. And as ;ye pasted along oue of the grandest boulevards of heaven, there approached us a group of perfume so radiant in countenance and apparel I had to shade my eyes with both hands bemuse I could not endure the lustre, and I said " Angel ! do tell me who they are? And theanswer was: "These are they, who Came out of gteat tribulation and had their robes washed and made White in the blood of the lemb." • My walk throught the eity explained a thousand things on earth that had been to me inexplicable. When I saw up there the superior delight and the superior heaven of many who had tea earth had it hard with cancers, and bankruptcies, and peraeentions, and trials of all sorts; I said, "God has equalized it all at last; excess to enchantment in heaven has more thananade up for the deficits on earth:" Thee I pasted an amid chariots of Salva- tion, and along by conquereaaa thrones said arnia pillared majesties, Lula by windows of agate, esnd under ensiles that had been hoist - eel for returned victor es And as I came toward the walls with the gates, the walla limbed upon me with emeralds, and salve - hires and ahrysoprasee and amethysts, until I trembled under the glory, and then .1 hoard a bolt shove, and a latch lift, and a gate awing, anl they were all of pearl, and I passed out loaded with raptures, aud dowa by worlds lower and lower, mut low. es till, until I came within eight of the oily • of my earthly reeidenee, and until through the window of my Methly home the sun poured so strong upon my pillow that my eyelicle felt it, axia in 'bewilder- ment as to where I was, and what I had seen, 1 tsWolte. Reflection the first—Thesuperiority of our heaven to :ell other beavene. The Somth navion heaven—The departed arc in ever- lasting bettle, exoept as restored after being 15 pieees they drink wine mit of tii-o f their enemies. The Moslem beaver ',led by the Koran -.-"There shal vith large bleak eyes like pearl * ATURF Innis ANO SEC ET It has often been contended hy physiologists and men of seienoe gen- erally, that nervous energy or %levy- ou.s impulses which pass along the nerve fibres, were only other names for electaieity. This seemingly plaus- ible statement was accepted for a time, but has been completely aban- doned sine° it has been proved that the nerves are not good conductors of electricity, and that the velocity of a nervous impulse is but 400 feet per second—which is very muola slower than that of electricity. It is now generally agreed that nervous energy, or.what we are pleased to call nerve iinid, is a wondrous, a mysterious force, in which dwells life itself. A - very eminent specialist, who has studied profoundly the workingi of the nervous 'System for the last twenty-five years, has lately demon- strated that two-thirds of all our iliaen.andchz-onio diseases are woiththin :ter al/siS to the body -below the injuredlioilal. The' reason for this is, that the nerve force is prevented by the injury from reaching the paralyzed portion. when food js takqa into the - - stomaeh, it comes in dontftet with, numberless neve fibres in the walla of this organ, which at once, send a nervous impulse to the nerve centres ' which control the stomach, notifying them of the presence of food ; where, upon the nerve centres send down 1/61 supply of nerve force or nerve fluido' to at once begia the •operation of, digestion. But let the nerve °entree( which control the stomabh be de- ranged and they will not be able to respond with a sufficient supply of nerve force, to properly digest the food, and, as a result, indigestion and dyspepsia, make their appearance. So it is with the other organs of the body, if the nerve oentres1:th con- trA them and supply t.: with nerve force become deranged, they , are also deranged. [ The wonderful success of the remedy known as the Great South American biervine Tonle is due the fact that it is prepared bymphysician na ofi • x the most eminent l specialists of the age, and is ed on the foregoing seientific discovery.. It possesses naarvellous powers for the cure of Nervousness, Nervous Pros tration, Heade the, Sleeplessness,' Restlessness, St.Vitus's Dance, Men-, . tal Desptindeney, Hysteria, liparkr Disease, Nervousness of Females, Hot Flashes, Sick Ileadachv It is also an absolute* spricifte for 64 stomach treuhlse..,- -- • C. I.JUTZ -Wholesale and Retail Agent for Exeter. • .‘„.. DR. IVICD A.IRMID, Agent, 'Jensen. U p of the gods. The native Africanheavens— A land of shadows, and in speaking of the departed they say, al/ is done forever. The American aborigine's heaven-- Happyhunt. ing grounds, to which the souls go on a bridge of snake. The philosopher's lieaven-- Made out of a thiok fog.or an infinite don't know. But harken] and behold our heaven, which though mostly described by figiire of speech in the Bible and by parable of a dream in this discourse, has for its chief characteristics, separation from all that • is vile; absence from all that ear: discomfort ; presence ef all that can gratulate. No mountains to climb ; no chasms to bridge ; no night to illumine; no tears to wipe. Scandinavian heaven, Slav heaven, Tag. thalliet1 heaven, eboriginee' heeven, seeder - ed into tameness, and disgust by a glimpse of St, John's heaven, of Paul's heaven, of Christ's heaven, of year heaven, of my heaven! Reflection the second: You had better take patiently and cheerfully all pangs, affronts, hardships, persecutions and trials of earth, since if rightly borne they insure heavenly • payments of ecstacy. Every twinge of physical distress, every lie old about'. you, every earthly subtraction if meekly borne, will be heavenly addition. Tf you want to amount to anything in heaven, and to Move be its best society you must be "perfected through suffering." The only earthly currency worth anything ,st the gate of heaven is the ailver of tears. At the top of all heaven sits the greatest aufferer, Christ of the Bethlehem caravan- sary and of Pilate's Oyer and Terminero and of the Calverean assassination. • What he,endured. oh, who can tell? To save our souls from death and hell. Oh, ye of the broken heart, and the die. appoiated ambition, and the shettered, for- tune, and the blighted life, take oomfort from. what 1 saw in my Sabbath morning dr F am. • Reflection the third and last: How desir- able that we all get there! Start this moment with prayer mad penintrice and fah in Christ, who caine frem heaven to earth to take us froin earth to heaven. Last sammer, a, year ago, X premohe i one Sabbath afternoon in IlydePark, lebedon, to a great multitude that no man could number. But I heard nothing from it until a few weeks as, when Reverend Mr. Cools, who for twenty- two years has presided over that Hyde park out -door meeting, told me that bet wieter going through a hospital in London he saw dystig man whose fare brightorld Oa he told hint that his heart was °hanged thrte afternoon under my sermon in Hyde Park, audail wee bright now at his departure from earth to Heaven. 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