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When th world is fast rs!cop.
Along the midnight skies
As though it wore a wonderiug cloud
The ghosily Dream-Ship Hit s.
An anzel stands at the Dream-Ship's
An angel stands at tho prow.
And an angel stands at the Dream-Shiii'a
i Willi a rue wreath on her brow.
The other amrcls. silver-crowned,
Pilot and helmsman are,
And the angel with the wreath of ruo
Tose;h the dreams afar.
The dreams they fall on rieh and poor,
They fall on young and old;
And some are dreams of poverty,
And some are dreams of gold.
And some are dreams that thrill with joy.
And some that melt to tears.
Some are dreams of the dawn of love,
And some of the old dead years.
On ri h nr.d poor alike they fall.
Alike on younsr ami fid,
Bringing To d-imhoring earth their joys
And jo:rows manifold.
The friendless youth in them shall do
The d ( Is f mighty men.
And die. ping ago shall feel the graco
Of buoyant youth again.
The king slia'i hp a boggarman '
The pr.uper le a king
In th.ir revenge or recompense
The Dnain-Sliip dreams do bring.
Bo ever downward float the dreams
That are for all and me,
And there is never mortal maa
Can solve that mystery.
lint ever onward in its course
Alone the haunted skies
As though it were a eloud astray
The ghostly Dream-Ship ilies.
Two angels with their silver crowns
Pilot and helmsman are.
And an angel with a wreath of rue
Tosseth the dreams afar.
Eugene Field. ;
FIX DE SIECLE WOOING-
Tht? first beams of a Juno sun were
shining upon a world of dew ami blos
soms. Itirds were singing everywhere,
and which made the divinest music, the
robins in tho orchard or the bobolinks
In the meadow, it was hanl to choose.
So thought Jimmie Thompson, as,
hastily rising from his little bed under
the eaves of Farmer Thompson's big"
farm house, he prepared himself for the
duties of the day.
It was a busy season on the farm, for
hay was to be cut, and the ring of the
scythes as the women were grinding
tli em to an edge on the old grindstone
already rose upon the air.
"I wonder what mamma will say to
find me late again?" murmured tho
youngster, as he hurriedly donned his
pimple garments and tripped lightly
down the stairs.
j Breakfast was already laid In the b!g
tone-paved kitchen, and the delicious
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60MCWIIAT TIMIPLV, JIMMY STOLE INTO
fragrance of coffee, mingled with that
of frying ham, combined to forecast a
Somewhat timidly, Jimmie stole into
the room and took his place at the ta
ble, lie was an only son, and aituough
loved by his stern mother and his yield
lug and more gentle-spirited father with
a love that shrank at no sacrifice in his
behalf, there was that in the strict dis
cipline ever maintained by his mother,
combined with a naturally sensitive and
docile nature, which had repressed our
poor Jimmie and given him an air of
quiet hardly consistent with his bright
eyes and hair of willful shining gold.
"Late again, my son, and for the
third morning," remarked his mother
as the young man took his seat and
carefully tucked the napkin of snowy
linen under his chin. "See that this
offense is not repeated, or you may go
A mutinous look darkened for a mo
ruent the eyes of the youth, and he was
about to speak when a linn, quick step
was heard entering the outer porch, and
a sharp knock smote tho panels of the
A wave of rosy color swept over Jim
mie Thompson's sweet face as hurried
ly rising he left the kitchen to answer
"Good morning, my darling! My rose
bud boy in the garden of loys!" said
a low voice, as a hasty kiss was press
ed upon the lips of the youth, and he
felt h!inself strained to a womanly
For only an instant could the lovers
(for such they were) remain In the
outer plied before the stem voice of
Mrs. Thompson bade the visitor enter.
It was a grand young woman who
stepped with uncovered head Into the
tnidst of the Thompson household and
Rave It courteous greeting. One had
Imt to look on the high brow, the stead
fast mouth and tho firm oIso of the
statuesque chin to know that he stood
In the presence of one of nature's noble
Her garments, although scrupulously
neat, besjwke the working -woman and
there was that In the clear, sunburnt
tint of her face which told of outdoor
. Thor was a brief silence as Jimmie,
with a pleading look In de direction of
his mother, resumed his seat.
"Good morning, Nell," said Mrs.
Thompson at last, somewhat grimly,
laying aside her fork and reaching for
a toothpick. "What brings you out so
"Oh, I've been stirring since long be
fore dawn," responded the oung wom
an. "I have cut the swamp half-acre
and am going over on the beach mea
dow now. I dropped in on my way to
see if I could get tiie loan of your horse
rake this afternoon."
"I shall be using it myself," said Mrs.
Thompson in tones of studied inso
lence,, "and if I were not. I don't know
that I should care to lend it."
"Oh, mother:" cried Jimmie and his
father in reproachful unison, "how can
The young woman who had thus un
expectedly been subjected to Mrs.
Thompson's rude speech shifted her
PILLOWED IIIS HEAP ITOS IIIS FATHER'S
position lightly, and while a deep flush
stole into her brown cheek remarked
with an apparent effort at self-control:
"I do not understand you, madam; we
have been in the habit of exchanging
horse rakes and other courtesies. I fail
to catch the drift of your meaning."
"Well, I'll explain myself so that you
will catch my meaning,young woman,
and I reckon it won't bo my fault if we
do not come to a. complete understand
ing before I have finished," replied Mrs.
Thompson, rising from her seat and
confronting the undaunted girl with a
countenance inflamed with excitement.
The silence had become intense and
was only broken by a long-drawn sigh.
and poor Jimmie pillowed his head on
the breast of his frightened father
and waited for his mother to finish
what she had to sav.
"I think you were around here last
evening, also two or three evenings last
week, when you had no excuse to bor
row a horse rake, were you not?" ques
tioned the angry matron, confronting
with a smile of fine yet withering scorn
the unabashed girl so calmly facing
"I was," replied the young woman
quietly, "and I did not come to borrow
farming implements of any descrip
"What did you come for, then?"
shouted Mrs. Thompson; "shall I tell
you? No, seek not to silence me, Jim
mie," she exclaimed, as the pale young
man fell at her feet and, bursting into
tears, Implored her to speak no fur
ther. "You came, miss, to woo this
young and innocent man. You came to
Whisper horrid words into his ear and
gather unto yourself the fresh and
guileless devotion of his unsophisticat
ed heart. You, a farm laborer, a money
less girl without expectations! You
would pluck this sweet bud of man
hood and bear it away from the parent
stem, where it has clung for üü-odd
years, when you well know that you
have not even so much as a delf pot
or a pewter vase to put it into. You
think the old woman's eyes have been
ldind, but I have watched you both.
and tho game Is up! Jimmie shall go
to his Aunt Susan's to-day. and be close
ly guarded until this wild fancy is for
gotten. As for you, take yourself from
my presence and never darken my
doors again. Horse rakes, iuded! Bor
row them of the d "
"Hold, mamma! by the love I know
you bear mo, speak not that profane
word!" cried the fainting Jimmie, as
lie drew himself to his mother's feet and
clasped her knees. "Your commands,
dear mamma, are too late. I cannot
obey you and make my home with
Aunt Susan, for my lot Is already cast
ami none but heaven can recast it."
"What mean you, boy?" cried the
haughty mother, as she bent and raised
tho sweet face of lier son, looking long
and piercingly into the streaming eyes.
"I mean," faltered Jimmie, suddenly
rising and hiding his blushing face uikui
the bosom of his weeping father, "I
"He means," Interrupted the young
woman, who until now had preserved
her calm and courteous quiet, "that the
laws of the State last night gave him
into my keeping forever! Your son and
"hold, mamma! nr the love i know
YOL 11 E A 11 MK. '
I -were married last evening by Judge
Henry CJ rover Booth, ami I stand here
now to claim my lawful husband."
"Jimmie," shrieked the frenzied moth
er, snatching the man from his father's
arms, where he clung, and turning his
tear-wet face to meet her gaze, "does
this bold woman speak the truth?"
"She does," cried Jimmie, as with a
bound he leaped into the strong arms
held to receive him, and the young
husband fainted upon the bosom of his
But little remains to be told. A
reconciliation was effected, late in the
fall, and ere winter snow fell the noble
vife was adopted into both home and
heart of lur gentle husband's parents.
Together they soothed the last days
of the excellent but somewhat merce
nary Widow Thompson, long after her
gentle husband had been gathered to
his rest, and there is no happier couple
In broad and blossoming Crane County
to-day than Jimmie Thompson and his
manly wife Chicago Times-Herald.
AN INQUISITIVE BIRD.
Turkey I-uzzard Electrocuted as a
Penalty for His Audacity.
A turkey buzzard paid the penalty of
having too much curiosity shortly after
noon recently near west end. lie had
evidently had a full midday meal, for
he looked satisfied with the world and
all the buzzards that in it are. It need
ed rest, however, and so perched him
self upon one of the arms that hold up
the trolley wire. There he sat and
blinked at the sun. A couple of his
brothers-circled about his head, and
uttering a peculiar quack disturbed
the resting bird's nap; but after they
had llown away he again closed his
eyes and was soon peacefully dozing:
Shortly afterward a street car en rouio
to the city hove in sight.
"See that buzzard?" said the motor
man to a passenger on the front end.
"Well, that bird is got a habit of sit
ting on that arm every day about this
time, and pecks at the trolley wheel
every time it passes. Some of theso
days it's going to reach that wheel,
and there won't be no more buzzard
The car whizzed on and reached tho
pole as the last sentence left the motor
man's lips, and as it passed under tho
arm something was heard to fall on tho
car. The buzzard had pocked the trol
ley wheel, San Antonio Express.
Pretty V'ell, Considering"
Old Mrs. l'arlin had reached the age
of 1KJ years, ami her two daughters,
both women of nearly (0, were often
heard to say that the old lady "took as
much comfort is anybody." Their un-
changing affection failed to .see. the
changes that were so pathetically ap
parent to others:
"Juno Ann and I don't get about so
much as we would like to, on account of
mother," Mrs. l'atten remarked, in re
sponse to an invitation to visit a rela
tive in a neighboring town. "You see
Juno Ann, living next door as ske does,
takes about as much care of mother as
I do, so it sort of ties us both."
"Isn't you mother wellV"
"Yes, land sakes, mother's as well as
can be; or she would be, if 'twa'n't for
her age. I tell 'em mother enjoys as
much as most of 'era. She can't see as
well as she used to, of course; fact 4s
she can't see much of auy; but she's
"Mother don't seem to hear so well
as she did," ventured Juno Ann, "but
I s'pose that's no more than natural."
"She's a dreadful smart woman, if
she is my. mother," rejoined Mrs. Pat
ten; "and It's wonderful for a woman
of her age."
"I suppose she enjoys going about to
see the neighbors':" suggested the vis
itor. "Pity sake! Mother hasn't set foot
out of the house for more'ii two years;
we wouldn't dare trust her. The rheu
matism lias sort of crippled her up; but
besides that, I don't see but she seems
about as smart as ever; don't you think
she does, Juno Ann?"
"Yes, she seems real well, considering
her age. I ler food don't agree with her,
and she don't relish her meals as well
as she might, but beyond that she gets
along real well," replied Juno.
"I suppose, she likes to have people
run in and visit with her as well as
ever," remarked the visitor.
"Well, she would like to see people
as well as ever, mother would, if she
had her faculties; but, you see, she
don't seem to sense much, most of tho
time; If it wa'n't for that she'd take
a sight of comfort seeing folks. Ib.it
she's able to sit up in bed considerable,
and slie seems comfortable except when
her rheumatism sets in, or when she
has one of lier sinking spells. Juno
Ann and I are real thankful that moth
er keeps as well as she does."
The Quaker Had tho Host of It.
A Quaker driving a single horso
chaise up a narrow lane happened to
meet a young man who was also in a
single horse chaise. There was not
room enough for them to pass each oth
er, unless one of them would back his
carriage, which both refused. "I'll
not make way for you," said the young
fellow, with an oath. "I think I am old
er than thou art," said the Quaker,
"and therefore have a right to expect
thee to make way for me." "I won't,"
resumed the first. He then pulled out
a newspaper and began to read, as ho
sat still in his chaise. The Quaker, ob
serving him, pulled ont a plpo and some
tobacco from his pocket, lighted his
pipe, and sat and puffed away very
comfortably. "Friend," said he, "when
thou hast read that paper I should bo
glad if thou wouldst lend it to me." The
young man gave up the contest
Racing Pigeons in Delgium.
Belgium is the home of tho racing
pigeon. There the sport Is a national
pastime, and a good pigeon frequently
wins for Its owner large sums of money,
tho prizes being considerable, to which
heavy pools are added.
Cruelty to Men but Not Animals.
Curious features at the Danbury
(Conn.) fair included a monkey who
dodged rubber balls thrown at him. An
agent of the Humane Society interfered
In belnlf of the monkey, and a colored
youth took his place
THE PREACHER DISCOURSES ON
The World's Great Emancipators Were
All of Lowly Jiirth-Thc Offender's
Hope The Season of Forbearance and
For;ivcncss-Good Will to Men.
A Christmas Carol.
In his sermon Sunday Dr. Talma re
i chose the universal theme of tlie s ::s.iii
the Christmastide. The text selected was,
"Xow when Jesus was born in Ilethle
hem." Matthew ii.. 1.
At midnight from one of the galleries
of the sky a chant broke. To an ordi
nary observer there was no reason for
Buch a celestial demonstration. A poor
man and wife travelers. Joseph and
Mary by name had lodged in an out
house of an unimportant village. The
supreme hour of solemnity had passed,
and upon tho pallid forehead and cheek
of Mary God had sot tho dignity, the
grandeur, the tenderness, the everlasting
and divine significance of motherhood.
lut such scenes had often occurred in
Bethlehem, yet never before had a star
been uniixed or had a baton of light nv:r-
l shaled ever the hüls whged orchestra.
If there had kn such brilliant and
mighty re.-ogr.it ion at an r.dv.nt in t!e'
house of Pharaoh, or at an advent in the
house of Caesar, or the house of I laps
burg, or the house of Stuart, we would
not so much have wondered, but. a barn
eeeins too poor a center f r such a del:-ate
and nrchangelie circumference. The stage
seems too small for so great an act, the
music too grand for such unappreciative
auditors, the window of the stable too
rude to be serenaded by other worlds.
It is my joy to tell you what was born
that night in the village barn, and as I
want to make my discourse accumulative
and climacteric I begin in the first place
by telling yen that that night in the Beth
lehem manger was born eneourageuient
for all the poorly started. He had only
two friends they his parents. No satin
lined cradle, no delicate attentions, but
Btraw, and the cattle, and the coarse joke
and banter of the camel drivers. No
wonder the mediaeval painters represent
the oxen kneeling before the infant
Jesus, for there were no men there at
that time to worship. From the deptiis
of that poverty he rose until to-day he is
honored in all Christendom and sits on
the imperial throne in heaven.
Miclitest Name in Christendom.
Whs' me is mightiest to-day in Chris
tendom "siis. Who has more friends
on earn .mi any other being? Jesus.
Before i .i l do the most thousands
kneel in i I and church and cathedral
this hour ': 'esus. From what depths of
poverty to what height of renown! And
bo let all those who are poorly started re
member that they cannot be more poorlv
born or more disadvantageous- than this
Christ. Let them look up to his example
while they have time and eternity to
Do you know that tho vast majority of
the world's deliverers had barnlike birth
places? Luther, the emancipator of re
ligion, born among the mines. Shaks
peare, tho emancipator of literature, born
in an humble home at Stratford-on-Avon.
Columbus, the discoverer of a world, born
in poverty nt Genoa. Hogarth, tho dis
coverer of how to make art accumula
tive and administrative of virtue, born in
a humble home in Westmoreland. Kitto
and l'rideaux, whose keys unlocked new
apartments in the Holy Scriptures which
had never been entered, born in want.
Yes. 1 have to tell you that nine out of ten
of the world's deliverers were born in
I stir your holy ambitions to-day, and I
want to tell you, although the whole
world may be opposed to you. and inside
and outside of your occupations or pro
fessions there may be those who would
hinder your ascent, on your side ami en
listed in your behalf are the smypathetie
heart and the almighty arm of one who
one Christmas night about eighteen hun
dred and ninety-five years ago was wrap
ped in swaddling clothes and laid in a
manger. Oh, what magnificent encour
agement for the ioorly started.
Sacrifice for the World.
Again, I have to tell you that in that
village barn that night was bni p'vod
will to men, whether you call it kindne.,
or forbearance, or forgiveness, or geniul
ity, or affection, or love.
It was no sport of high heaven to send
its favorite to that humiliation. It was
sacrifice for a rebellious world. After the
calamity in paradise, not only did the ex
begin to gore, and the adder to sting, and
the elephant to smite with his tusk, and
the lion to put to bad use tooth and paw,
but under the very tree from which the
forbidden fruit was plucked were hatch
ed out war and revenge and malice and
envy and jealousy and the whole brood
But against that scene I set the Bethle
hem manger, which says, "Bless rather
than curse, endure rather than assault,"
and that Christmas night puts out vin
dictiveness. It says, "Sheathe your
sword, dismount your guns, dismantle
your batteries, turn the warship Constel
lation, that carries shot ami shell, into a
grain ship to take food to famishing
Ireland, hook your cavalry horses to the
plow, use your deadly gunpowder in blast
ing rocks and in patriotic celebration,
stop your lawsuits, quit writing anony
mous letters, extract the sting from your
sarcasm, let your wit coruscate but never
burn, drop all tho harsh words out of
your vocabulary 'Good will to men.' "
"Oh," you say, "I can't exercise it. I
won't exercise it until they ajologize. I
won't forgive them until they ask me to
forgive them." You are no Christian then
I say j-ou are no Christisui, or you are
a very inconsistent Christian. If you for
give not men their trespasses, how can
you expect your heavenly Father to for
give you? Forgive them if they ask your
forgiveness, and forgive them anyhow.
Shake hands all around. "Good will to
O my Lord Jesus, drop that spirit into
all our hearts this Christmas time! I tell
you what the world wants more than any
thing else more helping hands, more
sympathetic hearts, more kind words that
never die, more disposition to give other
people a ride nnd to carry the heavy end
of the load and give other people the light
end, and to ascribe good motives instead
of bad, nnd find our happiness iu mak
ing others happy.
Good Will to Men.
Out of that Bethlehem crib let the bear
and the liou eat straw like an ox. "Good
will to men." That principle will yet set
tle all controversies, and under it the
world will keep on improving until there
will be only two antagonists iu all the
earth, and they will side by side take the
jubilant sleigh ride intimated by th
prophet when he said, "Holiness shall be
on tw bells of the horses."
Again. I remark that born that Christ
mas night in the village barn was sympa
thetic union with otlur worlds. From
that supernatural grouping of the cloud
banks over Ihthlehem and from the es
pecial trains that ran down to the scene
I find that our world is beautifully and
gloriously and magnificently surrounded.
Tho meteors are with us. for one of them
ran to point down to the birthplace. The
heavens are with us, because at the
thought of our redemption they roll hosaa
uas out of the midnight sky.
Oh, yes. I do not know but our world
may be better surrounded than we have
sometimes imagined, and when a child is
born angels bring it, and when it dies
angels take it. and when an old man
bends under the weight of years nngels
uphold him, and when a heart breaks
angels soothö'it. Angels in the hospital
to take care of the sick. Angels in the
cemetery to watch our dead. Angels in
the church ready to lly heavenward with
the news of repentant souls. Angels above
the world. Angels under the world. An
gels all around the world.
Rub the dust of human imperfection out
of your eyes and look int, the heavens
and see angels of pity, angels of mercy,
angels of pardon, angels of help, amrels
crowned, angels charioted. The wrld
defended by angels, girdled by nngels.
eohorted by angels clouds of angels.
Hear David cry out. "The chariots of
Oed are LU'hm. even thousands of an
gels." But the mightiest angel stood not
that night in the clouds oer Bethlehem:
the mightiest angel that night lay among
the cattle the angel of the new covenant.
As ike clean whit linen was being
wraped aro-ind the lilt I. form of th.it
child emperor, not a cheinb, n t a sei:, ph.
not an angel, n-.t a world but wept and
lhrilled and shouted. Oh, yes. our world
lias plenty of sympathizers! Our worMJs
only a silver rung of a great ladder at the
top of which is our Father's house. Xo
more stellar solitariness for our world, no
other friendless planets spun out into
space to freeze, but a world in the bosom
of divine maternity, a star harnessed to a
Again, I remark that that night born
in that village barn was the offender's
hope. Some .-ermonizers may say I ought
to have projected this thought at the be
ginning of the sermon. Oh, no! I want
ed you to rise toward it. I wanted you to
examine the carnelians and the jaspers
and the crystals before I showed you tho
Kohinoor the crown jewel of the ages.
Oh. that jewel had a very poor setting!
The cub of bear is born amid the grand
old pillars of the forest, the whelp of
lion takes its first step from the jungle
of luxuriant leaf and wild flower, the
kid of goat is born in cavern chandelieroJ
with stalactite and pillared with stalag
mite. Christ was born in a bare barn.
Yet that l ativity was the offender's
hope. Over the door of heaven are writ
ten these words, "None but the sinless
may enter here." "Oh, horror," you say.
"that shuts us ail out." No. Christ came
to the world in one door and he departed
through another door. He came through
the door of the manger, ami ho departed
through the door of the sepuleher, and his
one business was so to wash away our sin
that after we are dead there will be no
more sin about us than about the eternal
God. I know that is putting it strongly,
but that is what I understand by full re
mission. All erased, all washed away,
all scoured out, all gone. That tindergird
ling and overarching and irradiating and
imparadising possibility for you. and for
ne. and for the whole race that was
given that Christmas night.
Do you wonder we bring flowers to-day
to celebrate such an event? Do you won
der that we take organ and youthful voice
and queenly soloist to celebrate it? Do
you wonder that Baphacl ami Hubens
and Titian and Giotto and Ghirlam'.ajo,
and all the old Italian and German paint
ers gave the mightiest stroke of their
genius to sketch the Madonna, Mary and
The Star of Christmas.
Oh! now I see what the manger was.
Not so high the gilded and jeweled and
embroidered cradle of the Henrys of
I'ngland. or the Louis of France, or the
Fredericks of Prussia. Now 1 find out
that that Bethlehem crib fed not so much
the oxt n of the stall as the white horses
of Apocalyptic vision. Now I lind the
swaddling clothes enlarging and emblaz
oning into an imperial robe for a con
queror. Now I find that tho star of that
Christinas night was only the diamonded
sandal of him who hath the moon under
his feet. Now I come to understand that
the music of that night was not a com
pleted song, but only the stringing of tho
instruments for a great chorus of two
worMs. the bass to be carried by earthly
nations saved, and the soprano by king
doms of glory won.
Oh. heaven, heaven, heaven! I shall
meet you there. After all our imperfec
tions are gone 1 shall meet you there. I
look out to-day through the mists of
years, through the fog that rises from the
cold Jordan, through the wide open door
of solid pearl to that reunion. I expect to
see you there as certainly as I tee you
here. What a time we shall have in high
converse, talking over the sins pardoned,
and sorrows comforted, and battles tri
umphant! Some of .your children have already
gone, and though people passing along the
street and seeing white crape on the door
bell may have said, "It is only a child,"
yet when the broken-hearted father came
to solicit my service he said, "Come
around and comfort us, for we loved her
Fcason of Rejoicing.
What a Christmas morning it will make
when those with whom you used to keep
the holidays are all around you in heav
en! Silver-haired old father young again,
and mother who had so many aches nnd
pains and decrepitudes well again, and all
your brothers and sisters ami the little
ones. How glad they will be to see you!
They have been waiting. The last time
they saw your face it was covered with
tears and distress, nnd pallid from long
watching, and one of them I can imag
ine to-day, with one hand holding fast
the shining gate, and the other hand
swung out toward you, saying:
Steer this way, father, steer straight for
Here safe in heaven I am waiting for
Oh, those Bethlehem angels, when they
went back after the concert that night
over the hills, forgot to shut the door!
All the secret is out. No more use of try
ing to hide from us the glories to come.
It is too late to shut the gate. It is
blocked wide open with hosannas march
ing this way and hallelujahs marching
that way. In the splendor of the antici
pation I feel as if I was dying not phy
sically, for I never was more well but in
the transport of the Christmas transfiguration.
What almost unmans me is the though!
that it is provided for such sinners as you
and I have been. If it had been provided
only for those who had always thought
right, and spoken right, and acted rght.
you and I would have had no interest in
it, had no share in it. You and 1 would
have stuck t(J the ratt in midocean and let
the ship sail by carrying perfect ieii
gers from a perfect life on earth to a
perfect life in heaven. But I have heard
the commander of that ship is the same
great and glorious and sympathetic onu
who hushed the tempest around the boat
on Galilee, and I have heard that all tho
passengers on the ship are sinners savd
by grace. And so we hail the ship, and it
bears down this way, and we come by tho
side of it and ask the captain two ques
tions: "Who art thou? And whence?"
And he says, "I am Captain of salvation,
and I am from the manger." Oh, bright
Christmas morning of my soul's delightl
Chime all tho bells. Merry Christmas!
Merry with the thought of sin.-, forgiven,
merry with the idea of sorrows comforted,
merry with the raptures to come. Oh. lift
that Christ from the manger and lay him
down in all our hearts! We may not
bring to him as costly a present as the
Magi brought, but we bring to his feet
and to the manger to-day the frankinceriso
of our joy, tho. prostration of our worship.
Down at his feet, all churches, all ages
all earth, all heaven. Down at his feet,
the four and twenty elders on their faces.
Down, the "great multitude that r.o man
can number." Down. Michael, the aivh
ar.el! Down, all worlds at his feet and
worship. "Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace, good will to men!'
NOT WHAT THEY SEEM.
Things Wc Bat Are Often but I?aea
It is hard to tell just what one oats
in these days. The wonderful inge
nuity developed by manufacturers
unscrupulous ones, of course, ami mon
ey crazy in the adulteration of near'.y
all food products would keep the av
erage man who cares what he eats
guessing as to tho contents of the dishes
on his table.
The recent investigation of food adul
teration by Commissioner Wells of the
Dairy and Food Department of Penn
sylvania shows some startling facts.
So many articles are adulterated as to
raise the question as to whac is puro
Among the many Impure things soM
are allspice, which often is mainly com
posed of ground and roasted coeoanut
shells; bakiug jKiwder; beef, wine, and
iron prepared as a tonic; butter, buck
wheat Hour, candy, catsup, cider,
cheese, cinnamon, cloves the latter
made almost entirely from ground co
eoanut shells, the odor and taste of
cloves being scarcely perceptible; cof
fee, consisting chiefly of coffee screen
ings or damaged coffee, but sold at a
high price as a pure article; fresh
"Java" made from wheat and barley
hulls, roasted with sugar and contain
ing no coffee; codfish not codtish at all
merely cheap dried fish; cream of tar
tar adulterated with Hour; flaxseed
adulterated with starch; fruit "but
ters," such as apple butter, peach but
ter, etc., very seldom pure, being adul
terated with starch waste and salicylic
acid; the same Is true of grated pine
apple; ginger, adulterated with ash, rice
hulls, rice Hour, and cayenne pepper;
lard; maple sirup, made from commer
cial glucose, thinned with about '20 per
cent of water; mixed spices, orango
juice, lemon oil, lemon phosphate, mo
lasses, mustard, olive oil, pepper, vine
gar, vanilla extract, all kinds of pre
serves, extract of strawberries, and
To add to tho deception a few apple
seeds are scattered through the so
called jams, or timothy or other seeds
are added to the mixture to represent
raspberry, strawberry, etc.
The production of artificial colors is
particularly common in confections.
Indigo, tumeric, annatto, logwood, ami
cochineal are used in gnat quantities,
and are probably not harmful; arsenic,
copper, and leads are very deleterious,
but are not now usenl as in former
times, before sanitary otlicials made
sue h persistent attacks on them.
Milk and milk products are often
colored. Annatto is vicy commonly
used by dairymen to give a rich yellow
color. In itself annatto is probably
harmless, but it produces eleceptivt re
sults. A Queer Craft.
Hermit Cusack of Moosehead might
have been hanged as a sorcerer in the?
benighteel days of edd. He thinks noth
ing of crossing the Piscataquis Kiver
standing on a thirty-foot binding pole.
Recently as the steamer from Kineo
ploughed down through the heavy sea
the people on board were astounded
by a sight of a man in mid lake stand
ing breast high In the heaving waters,
with which he was battling in seem
ing pursuit of a small dog that sat in
full view above tho surface a few feet
ahead of him. The steamer, changing
her course4, slowoel down to pick up
John Cusack, who was making tho
fourth mile of a voyage with an old
tree root as bis craft, and bis elog as
passenger. Ho stood upon tho larger
end of the root, thereby lifting th
other enel above the water, ami ujou
this upraised tip the dog found a safe,
if not quite dry, fextlng. Tho sight of
Uncle John and his elog making simi
lar trips Is quite frequently re'porteHl.
Could Have Been Rich.
Borau Kotbschlhl one elay cutereel an,
old curiosity shop to buy some paint
ings. The elealer brought out bis rare
old pictures, elustenl them, ami se't them
in the best light. "Look at this Rem
brandt; quite authentic, M. le Baron.
MA ut htm tic, you say? You have got
there a Raphael of the first style,
which is a good eleal more authentic.
"Oh! oh!" said tho elealer; "why, you
are a e'onnolsseur, M. le Baron." "IT
observed Rothschild, with n sigh; "If
I had gone into the old curiosity busi
ness, I should have a fortune."
A Gooil Investment,
The annual profit of the Suet Can