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VOLUME V. LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1892. NO. 19.
CELESTIAL WITNESSE,
RTv. T. DeWitt Tabnsge Oer
Comort to the ruggisa g S aner.
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The following discourse was select
ed by Rev. T. DeWitt Talmsag for pub.
lic4k tWSweek. The text is:
-- we sho are compassed about with so
aseta scslu at watesms.-- OorIathrian ,v.,
L- ioeng the Alps by the Mont Cens
pu, or tthrough the Moat Cenis tunel,
you are in a few hours set down at Ve
rosa, Italy, and in a few minutes begin
examlning one of the grandest ruins of
the world-the Amphitheater. The
whole world sweeps around yeo' In a
ctrcle. You stand In the areas where
the combat was oneo fought on the
race run, and on all sides the seatasrie,
tier above tier, until you count forty
elevations, or galleries, as I shall see ft
tocall them, in which sat the senators,
the kings and twenty-five thou
and solcllited speetsato At the
sides of the area, and under the
galleries, are the ges in which the
lions and tigers are kept without food
until, frenzied with hunger and thirst,
they are let out upon some poor victim,
who, with his sword and alone, is con
demned to meet them. I think that
Paul himself once stood in suchaplace,
and that it was not only figuratively,
but literally, that he had "fought with
beasts at Ephesus."
The gala day has come. From all
the world the people are pouring into
ferona. Men, women and children,
oastors and senators, great men and
small, thousands upon thousands come,
until the first gallery is full, and the
second, the third, the fourth, the fifth
-all the way up to the twentieth, all
the way up to the thirtieth, all the way
up to the fortieth. Every place is lled.
Immensity of audience sweeping the
great circle. Silence! The time for the
contest has come. A Roman olBal
leads forth the victim into the arena.
Let him get his sword, with a firm grip,
into his right hand. The twenty
lye thousand sit breathlessly
watching. I hear the door at
the side of the arena ereak open. Out
plunges the half-starved lion, his
tongue athiest for blood, and, with a
roar that brings all galleries to their
feet, he rushes against the sword of
the combatant. Do you know how
strong a stroke a man will strike when
his life depends upon the first thrust of
his blade? The will beast lame and
bleeding, slinks back toward the sMe
of the arena; then, rallying his wasting
strength, he comes up with fiercer eye
and more terrible roar than ever, only
to be driven baek witha fatal wound,
while the combatant comes in with
stroke after stroke, until the monster
isdead at his feet, and the twenty-five
thousand people clap their hands anad
utter a shout that makes the eity trem
ble.
Sometimes the audienee came to me
a race sometimes to see gladiators
fight eachb other. until the people, com
pasionmate for the fallen, turned their
thumbs down as an appeal that the
vanquished th spared; and sometmes
the combat was with wild beasts. To
one of the Roman amphitheatrical aui
ences of one hundred thousand people
Paul refers when he says: "We are
compassed about with so great a
crowd of witnesses." The direct ref
erenoe in the last passage is made to
a race; but elsewhere, having di
oussed that, I take now Paul's favorite
idea of the Christian liie aa combat.
The fact is that every Christian man
has lion to fight. Yours is a bad
temper. The gates of the arena hve
been opened and thin tiger has come
to destroy your souL It has lacerated
: you with many a wound. You. have
been thrown by it time and again, but
in the strenghth of God you have arisen
to drive it back. I verily believe you
will conquer. I think that the tempta
tio is gettlg weaker and weaker.
- You have given it so many woobds
th at the prospect is tLhat it will die,
sad you sha be the victor, thnough
Courage, brothert Do not let
of the arens drink the blood
'Ik lo s the passia for strong
You may have consteded
Sagainst it twenty yeaau; bet it Is
eof body nd thirstyof tongeu
e have tried to glht It beek with
bottle or eapty wine-lask.
thats oet pl wearp. With the
gear be wr alscim thme by the
rasd read thee limb tfrelrlIsb
wenpom, sharp ad kee.
, get It rem Red'S ·rar;
of the Spit With that
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"Being compassed about with so great
a cloud of witnessesa"
On the first elevation of the ancient
amphitheater, on the day of the cele
bration, sat Tiberius, or Angutus, or
the reigning king. So, in the great
arena of spectators that watch our
struggles, and in the first Divine gal
lery, as I shall call it, sits our King,one
Jesus. On His head are many crowns!
The Roman emperor got his place by
cold-blooded conquests; but our King
hath come to His place by the
broken hearts healed and the tears
wiped away, and the souls redeemed.
The Roman emperor sat, with folded
arms, indifferent as to whether the
swordsmon or the lion beat; but our
King's sympathies are all with us. Nay,
unheard-of condescension! I see Him
come down from the galleries into the
arena to help us in the fight, shouting
until all up and down His voice is heard:
"Fear not! I will help thee! I will
strengthen thee by the right hand of
my power!"
They gave to the men in the arena,
in the olden time, food to thicken their
blood, so that it would flow slowly,
and that for a longer time the people
might gloat over the scene. But our
King has no pleasure in our wounds,
for we are bone of His bone, flesh of
His flesh, blood of His blood.
In all the anguish of our heart
The man of sorrows bores pert.
I look again, and see the angelic gal
lery. There they are, the angel that
swung the sword at the gate of Eden,
the same that Ezekiel saw uphold 'g
the throne of God, and from which I
look away, for the splendor is insuffer
able. Here are the guardian angels.
That oae watched a patriach; this one
protected a child. That one has been
pulling a soul out of temptation! All
these are messengers of light! Those
drove the Spanish Armada on the rocks.
This turned Sennacherib's living hosts
into a heap of one hundred and
eighty-five thousand corpses. Those,
yonder, chanted the Christmas carol
over Bethlehem, until the chant awoke
the shepherds. These, at creation,
stood in the balcony of Heaven, and
serenaded the new-born world wrapped
in swaddling clothes of light. And
there, holier and mightier than
all, is Michael, the archangel. Tocom
mand an earthly host gives dignity;
but this one is leader of the "twenty
thousand chariots of God, and of the
ten thousand times ten thousand an
gels. 1 think God gives command to
the archangel, and the archangel to the
seraphim, and the seraphim to chern
bim, until all the lower orders of Heaven
bear the command, and go forth on the
high behest.
Now, bring on your lions! Who can
fear! All the spectators in the angelic
gallery are our friends. "He shall give
His angels charge over thee to keep
thee in all thy ways. They shall bear
thee up in their hands, lest thou dash
thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt
tread upon the lion and adder; the
young lion and the dragon shalt thou
trample under foot."
Though the arena be crowded with
temptations, we shall, with the angelic
help, strike them down in the name of
our God, and leap on their fallen car
casses! 0, bending throng of bright
angelic faces, and swift wings, and
lightning foot! I hail you to-day,
from the dust and struggle of the
arena!
I look again, and I see the gallery of
the prophets and apostles. Who are
those mighty ones up yonder? Hoses,
and Jeremiah, and Daniel, and Isaiah,
and Paul, and Peter, and John, and
James. There sits Noah waiting for
all the world to come into the ark; and
Moses waiting till the last Red sea
shall divide; and Jeremiah waiting for
the Jews to return; and John, of the
Apocalypse, waiting for the swearing
of the angel that time shall be no
longer. Glorious spirits! Ye were
howled at, ye were stoned; ye were
spit upon! They have been in this
fight themselves; and they are all with
us. Daniel knows all about lions.
Paul fought with beasts at Ephesus
In the ancient amphitheater the peo
ple got so excited that they. would
shout from the galleries to the men in
the arena: "At it again!" "Forwardl"
'"One more stroke'!" "Look out!" "Fall
back!" "Husa! Huzzal" So in that
gallery, prophetic and spostolic, they
an not keep their peace. Daniel cries
out: "Thy God will deliver tiee from
the mouth of the lions!" David ex
claims: "He will not suffer thy foot to
be moved!" Isaiah callsa out: "Fear
not! I am with thee! Be not dismayed!"
Iaul exclaims: "Victory through our
Lord Jesus Christ!" That throng of
prophets and apostles can not keep
still. They make the welkin ring with
shouting and hallelujaha
I look again, and I see the gallery of
the martyrs. Who isthat? Hugh Lat
liner, sur9 enough! He would not apol
ogize for the trath preached; and so he
died, the night before swinging from
the bed-post in perfect glee at the
thonght of emancipation. WTho are
that army of six thousand six hundred
and sixty-six? They are the The
ban legion who died for the faith. Here
is a larger host in magniftent array
eirht hundred and eighty-four thou
sand-who perished for Christ in the
persecution of DLooletlan. Yonder is a
family groupl Felieitas, of Rome, and
her children. Whilethey were dying for
the faith she atbod eneoaraglag them.
One son was whipped to death by
theras, another was Lung frmea sock,
another was beheaded. At last the
mother besame a martyr.. There they
are it e fmly h group in
HUeven! Yeoder k John Bradford
who ad, in the fire: "We shall have
a amrry supper with t&e Lord to-nit."
Yader is Henry Vou, who exclaimed
ashe died: "It Ihad ten heads they
should all fal of fr Christ?" The
great throng of the mattyrs! They
bead hot lead poured down their
thlreata horas were fastened to
theibr hands, sad other horses to
their fee, a d ths thy were
paunlener they lad their to es
pslletd $ byved~hspadeersi tey.wzr
meated up ta the shius of animals, and
theyL grow ta the 4ey: they were
dsaibelirith ena tlbisai and set on
st ali the mawzas' stakes tat
: .
proper distances, they would make the
midnight all the world over, bright as
noonday! And now they sit yonder in
the martyrs' gallery. For them the
fires of persecution have gone out. The
swords are sheathed and the mob
hushed. Now they watch us with a.
all-observing sympathy. They know
all the pain, all the hardship, all the
anguish, all the injustice, all the pri
vation. They can not keep still. They
cry: "Couragei The fire will not con
sume" The floods can not drown. The
lions can not devour! Courage! drown
there in the arena."
What, are they looking? This night
we answer back the salutation they
give. and cry:"Hail, sons and daughter
of the fire!"
I look again, and I see another gal.
lery, that of eminent Christians. What
strikes me strangely is the mixing in
companionship of those who on earth
could not agree. There is Albert
Barnes, and around him the presbytery
who tried him for heterodoxy! Yonder
is Lyman Beecher, and the church
court that denounced him! Stranger
than all,there is John Calvin and James
Arminius!Who would have thought that
they would sit so lovingly together?
There is George Whitefield and the
ministers who would not let him come
into their pulpits because they thought
him a fanatic. There are the sweet
singers: Toplady, Montgomery, Charles
Wesley, Isaac Watts and Mrs. Sigour
ney. If Heaven had had no music be.
fore they went up, they would have
started the singing. And there, the
band of missionaries: David Abeel,
talking of China redeemed; and John
Scudder, of India saved; and David
Brainard, of the aborigines evangelized,
and Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose
prayers for Burmah took Hleaven by
violence! All these Christians are looking
into the arena. Our struggle is noth
ing to theirs! Do we, in Christ's cause.
suffer from the cold? They walked
Greenland's icy mountains. Do we
suffer from the heat? They sweltered
in the tropics. Do we get fatigued?
They fainted, with none to care for
them but cannibals. Are we perse
cuted? They were anathematized. And
as they look from their gallery and see
us falter in the presence of the lions, I
seem to hear Isaac Watts addressing us
in his old hymn, only a little changed:
Must you be carried to the skies
On flowery beds of ease,
While others fought to win the prie,
Or sailed through bloody seas?
Toplady shouts in his old hymn:
Your harps, ye trembling saints.
Down from the willows take;
Load to the praise of love divine,
Bid every string awake.
While Charles Wesley, the Methodist,
breaks forth in his favorite words, ii
little varied:
A charge to keep you have.
A God to gloritfy;
A never-dying soul to save,
And it for the sky!
I look again and I see the gallery of
our departed. Many of those in the
other galleries we have heard of ; but
these we knew. Oh! how familiar their
faces! They sat atour tables, and we
walked to the House of God in com
pany. Have they forgotten us? Those
fathers and mothers started us on the
road of life. Are they careless as to
what becomes of us? And those chil
dren : do they look on with stolid indif
ference as to whether we win or
lose this battle for eternity? Nay; I
see that child running its hand over
your brow and saying: "Father. do not
fret:" Mother, do not worry." They
remember the day they left us. They
remember the agony of the last fare
well. Though years in Heaven, they
know our faces. They remember our
sorrows. They speak our names. They
watch this fight for Heaven. Nay; I
see them rise up and lean over,
and wave before us their recognition
and encouragement. The gallery is not
full They are keeping places for us.
After we have slain the lion they ex
pect the King to call us, saving: "Come
up higher!" Between the hot struggles
in the arena wipe the sweat from my
brow, and stand on tiptoe, reaching ap
my right hand to clasp theirs in rap
turous hand-shaking, while their voices
come ringing down from the gallery,
crying; "Be thou faithful unto death,
and you shall have a crown."
But here I pause, overwhelmed with
the majesty and the joy of the scene!
Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels!
Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gal
lery of martyrs! Gallery of saints!
Gallery of friends and kindred! Oh,
majestic circles of light and love!
Throngs! Throngs! Throngs! How
shal we stand the gaze of the uni
verse? Myriads of eyes beaming on
us' Myriads of hearts beating in sym
pathy for us! How.shall we ever dare
to sin again? How shall we everbecome
discouraged again? Hlow shall we ever
feel lonely again? With God for us,
and angels for us, and prophets and
apostles for us, and the great souls of
the ages for us, and our glorified kin
dred for us--sehall we give up the fight
and die? No! Son of God, who dldst
die to save us. No! ye angles, whose
wings are spread forth to shelter us.
No! ye prophets and apostles, whose
warnings startle us. No! ye loved
ones, whomse arms are ontstretebed to
receive as No! we will never enr
render.
Sum I mut debht it I waould reIgn
Be faithtal to my Lord;
And bear the eros endure the pain,
supported by Thy word.
Thy esntats in all this gloss war
sabl cnqur,r thou they dib:
Th me ts trhiampb tre arfar.
And esie it with their eo a
Whe m that Iwatrios d shal rise,
And all thine armss Les
In robes vdctry throush the skis,
The glory alBl be thime.
My hearers! Shall we die in th.
arena or rise tofjola our friends in the
gflery? Through Christ we maycome
of more than conquerorsm A sol
dier, dying in the hospital, roe
up In bed the last moment sad
cied: "Here here!" His attendanta
put him eack on his pillow sad
asked him why he shouted "Hese!
"Oh, I heard the rol-eal of Heave,
and I w;ssoly answesag tomy name!"
I wonder whether, att this battle ci
life is over, our names wil be ealk, Is
the enuster roll et the lndomal and
glorafed, and, with the joy of leare
beking upom car usat we shall y:
'"Bhc hr "
WHERE RATTLESNAKES THRIVE.
& Prospector's Tale of a Trip ThroLgh a
Gulch In the Madre Chain.
'Talking about snakes," said a griz
zled old prospector in Tucson to a party
of eastern tourists, "you fellows ought
to go down here in the Madre moun
tains, near the Mexican line, and you'd'
see san, :es. You see, not very many
miners and prospectors go in the
Madre, because there is almost nothing
in our line there, although you do hear
stories about wonderful mines.and gold
and silver piled up in stacks when the
old Mexicans abandoned the diggings,
but all the gold there is about it is in
the ears of the man who believes such
stuff. Besides, if they do go they
are most eternally glad to get out
again if they have the g- od luck
not to be bitten by the rattlers.
Why, the average rattler in the Madre
chain is seven or eight feet long, and
there are lots of 'em a good deal bigger
than that. The stupid little reptiles
that go by the name up in Utah and
Colorado aren't in it with their Mexican
brethren when you get to talking about
snakes. I have been there, and you
bet I know what I am talking about.
"Three years ago Jack M2Quade and
I were prospecting together, and we got
a tip on the quiet that there were some I
rich finds over near Colquiton, a little
Mexican town about one hundred and
seventy-five miles from here. So we
went, but didn't get track of anything
worth very much, although two or
three fellows made their pile. Finally,
I left Jack there and came back, and
I made up my mind to come
through the Madre. The boys told
me I hadn't better try it, but I did,
and I am not hankering after any
more trips of the kind. I had two bur
ros and got along all right, and didn't
see anything extraordinary until I had
gotten fairly into the range, when one
morning I was riding down a ravine
that would let me out at the base of a
big peak which I would go around. At
the further side there ought to be some
of the headwaters of the Maleskyne, as
the Indians call a little mountain river
that runs out on the plain and loses it
self in the sand, and then for the rest
of the way it would be all plain sail
ing. Well, I was riding along down,
smoking and leading one of the burros
behind, when I noticed two rattlers
right in front. I went around them
and they raised up and, rattled like a
basket of eggs. But I didn't mind a
little thing like that. Pretty soon I
saw some more, and then they seemed,
all the rest of the way down, to in
crease and multiply with the most as
tonishing rapidity. Luckily the bot
tom of the gulch was wide enough, so
that we got by 'em all right; but if
those donks weren't scart! I never
saw the stupid little brutes
so much alive as they were
then, and just as we canie
to the mouth of the gorge it narrowed
up and the snakes were just as thick as
ever. There was no other way of get
ting out, so I hit.the donks and we went
through.'like a house afire. At one
place we shook a lot of rock loose, and
a big bunch of snakes rolled down un
der the very feet of the burros. I
needn't tell you we didn't stop till we
got outside, where there was plenty of
room.
"Before I could stop the little beasts
we nearly ran over a couple of Mex
icans, who were almost frightened out
of their wits. They must have thought
I was a ghost to have come through
the Snake gulch, as they called the
place, unscathed. But what was the
most curious thing about the whole
matter was that the Greasers camped
right there and caught snakes and fried
the oil out for the eastern patent 1
medicine market. It seems there is +
quite a demand for the oil among a cer
tain class. Their camp was raised up
on posts out of the way of snakes. The
snakes were caught by means of a
steel fork on a long pole, which they
used to pin the rattler's head to
the ground. The snake was helpless
then, and with a small hatchet they cut
off its head and hung the body on a
stick fastened across the back of a
burra When a donkey load had been
killed they were taken to a place where
the sun's rays in the afternoon beat
down against a wall -of rock and made
it hot enough to roast eggs. Here they
slit the reptile and hung him up on a
wooden frame with a pan underneath
to catch the slowly dripping oil A
good fat snake would furnish a quart.
The stench about the place was some
thing that no words can convey an idea
of, but the Greasersdidn't seem tomind 4
it much. The rock in the gulch was a
shelving, scaly formation, that was full
of holes and crannies, and at the month
was a sort of mountain meadow, ending I
in a marshy slough, and full of frogs
and vermin of every description, and on
these the snakes subsisted. The Mexi
cans had a bonanza there, but I don't
want any of it I went away the next
day and never want to go back again.'
-N. Y. Sun.
Heaven la All Countries.
The trite but true aphorism which -
says that "God made man, and man
makes his present and future," is aptly 1
illustrated in the ideas various reces
have of what the future abode of the
blessed will be. Take the Congo's be
lief for an instance. During his whole
life he is pestered to death by mosqui
toes and other biting things. This be
ing the case, it is not unreasonable to
hear them say that angels spend twen
ty-four hours out of every day and
night eatching such pests and pulling
their bills off. The natives on Boto
ecdes, one of the hottest regions of the
globe, believe that Heaven will be a
land of eool streams and shaded groves
entirely devoid of eactus thornua All
wild desert dwellers die expectiat o
awake in a wooded land, plentifnlly
supplied with cool, running water.
The pardise of the natives of the -
frozen north is a lead of blmiag sana.
sad warm fires, overhang with pete .
boiling whale's blibber. When the
Chinese and Japaneme beggarde la the
streets it is with- hope that their fn
tare may be spent feasting a aroei
Itabler ovend wif * idtIw Oleth1,' I
mortroii
NO SIGHTS FOR HIM.
& Dewsdeoth Darky Who lad An we
Wanted ef New York City Society.
I The lumber schooners which come to ;
New York laden down to the gunwales i
from the coasts southern states and
anchor in the North river, bring some
quaint and queer specimens of the
dusky citizen of the south along as
deckhands.
One of these was seated on the wharf
near his vessal at the foot of Thirty
ninth street yesterday swinging his
bare feet, which looked like a pair of
small alligators with their tales
chopped off, and crooning a dialect
ditty, the burden of which referred to
the peoliar superiority of the "Yaller
Gal" and the watermelon of his par
ticular section.
His trousers were a marvel of crazy
quilt work, and his head-piece might
have been an iron holder which had
outlived its usefulness, for all the sem
blance of a hat it bore.
"Whereare you from, uncle?" asked
a reporter who recognized his type.
"Carrituck, sah," was the prompt and
polite reply. "Des come in wid Cap'n
Terhune an' a load er lumbah on de
two-master Sarah Smiley."
"Why don't you get shore leave and
go into town to see the sights?"
"Too many sights in dyah for me,
sah. Larse time I was heah I went in
town 'long wid one er dose slick city
niggers, and dog my eats ef dey didn'
run de ole man back ter de boat lickety
split. "
"What was the trouble?"
"I specs de trouble really was dat I
got too much or dis heah pop-whisky
aboad. Anyhow, we got inter one of
dese side streets, and dey tried ter peck
my pockets. Dey's right hard ter fine,
boss, yuh see," and he smiled as he ex
hibited his tatters. "I tuk an' smacked
de fire oat'n one ob de gentmen, and de
funs thing I knowd I was a sailin' back
ter de boat wid 'bout forty arter me,
and a pleeceman wid a broomstick in
his han' in de lead. Dey catch me
bond the boat, but I splained, an' dey
let me go, but dat wuz nuf sights feor
me.
"Well. sah, I was fairly lyin'. It
'minded me ob de time ole Une' Nelson
beat de Yankee gunboat fer a mile
straightaway."
"How is that?" asked the reporter.
"Well, ash, you see, endurin' de war
times, dey was er heap or dese heah
gunboats cruisin' roun' in de lower
Chesapeake, an' dey allus wanted in
formation 'bout de rebels on lan'.
"Ole Unc' Nelson-he's livin' yet, I
specs, but he was most' seventy then
he was out fishin' but leetle more'n ow
mile from de tsho' off de York river in
his little black dugout. He had her
tied up to a stake and was jes rollin' in
de spats an' taylors when all of a sud
dint a gunboat cum round' de pint be
low a-lunk-a-lunk-a. Une' Nelson neb
her did like de looks o' dem gunboats,
an' he tho't he'd pull up stakes an'
git in shore. Hit 'pear like, how
somdever, dat de cap'n er de guan
boat wan' some information from de ole
man, and he holler for him tsr atop.
Kyah, kyah, ker-hee. I don' bleeve
Unc' Nelson done stop yit. He sot his.
self back in dat little dugout's starn so
dat her bows fairly riz out'n de watah,
and he paddle fer de sho.' Kyah,
kyah.
"De cap'n er de gunboat he run arter
him and shoot off a blank gun jes ter
skyah him, but bless you soul if de ole
man didn' bow his back and beat dat
steamer ter de wharf, an' den he took
an' jumped out an' run inter de bushes
an' nobody didn't see him for a month.
"Dat's me wid New York sights. I
don' wan' no mo' in mine. I don' wan'
dem rabble-scrabbles runnin' me like
de gunboat ran Unc' Nelson. No mo',
an' dems my 'pinions.-N. Y. Adver
tiser.
A CITY OF TOMBS.
I Amoy, Where Four Million Bodies Are
Buried.
Amoy bears the unenviable reputa
tion of being the dirtiest and most un
-healthful city on the globe. The reputa
Stion is thoroughly deserved. What is a
Smore unpleasant fact is the promise of
the present tendency of affair to a
lower and worse condition. The rea
sons are obvious to a newcomer at a
glance.
The city is built on the edge ofa
mountainous island and is exarceedingly
old. Inscriptions on ancient tombsrun
back es far as the beginnifng of the
Christian era, and coins found in 5.
cidentally discovered graves date beok
to dynasties fr0m b to 1000 B. C.
During all this period the hillides of
the city have been used as burying
grounds. 'As the population increased
the houses encroached upon the come
Stery land, until finally the two became
hopelessly intermixed.
The United States eoanaulate is re
garded as a very superior locality, but
it is surrounded by over one hundred
tombs. A score of large blocks of
granite used in and about it are old
tombstones. On the hill immediatel.y
behind the resldence of F. Maleampo
,the graves toucneh one another at every
point and form a solid white surface of
rock, brick, porcelain and cement, cowr
oering more than one million square feet
Near the Lam-paw-de jo.s osem thir
ty thousand bodies are sl to havebeen
burled vertically to aove spec. They
lie or stand in a plot of land of as many
Isquare feet Amoy proper sad its e
barbs have a livng pocpltim of about
one million sad a dead me of four and
s half times as many. The wells arse
shallow and are smnk on the edges of
the graveyards, sad eee amsng the
Stombs themselves. I have sanot sen e
whose water is not muddy sad d.
-eol~xd by thes perpettm trafirgp o
the .an.o
Theityis rlleo a the pest Ith
walled the same as it was inththms
ofl' Comalas It has no sewm wht
ever. The street. vmryf rem twoto si
feet in width; no wheeled vebieleseass
mse these. A .qestrlas walrl em
perlenase (ret Adlealt, I tr~p,, . a
aerner. &are asd thin is as open
space pl sspDyon d asoaut l a
1daus**p*** Une 5.** a shaeL
hw4
HOME HINTS AND HELPS.
-An inexpensive and acceptable wed
ling present is a glove-case, a handker- I
shklef-case and a night-gown case alli
made of the same material and scented
with violet sachet powder.-N. Y. Trib
ane.
-Ham Omelet Beat half a dosen
eggs separately, very light. Have ready
a spider with three tablespoonfuls of
hot batter, and then pour'in the eggs.
Let them brown on the bottom and on
top, then spread over it a cup of finely
chopped ham; fold the omelet over,
take up and serve immediately.-Bo- -
ton Budget.
-Bread and Butter Punding? Cut
bread in rather thin slices, remove
the crusts, lay the buttered slices in a
padding dish and sprinkle currants lib
erally over the bread layers. When
the dish is nearly fall pour a boiled
custard over it; bake fifteen to twenty
minutes. Serve with sauce.-Orange
Judd Farmer.
-Plain Omelet: Four eggs, one table
spoonful of flour, two tablespoonfuls of
milk; beat two eggs and the yolks of
the other two with the egg-beater until
very light; sift in the flour, add the
milk and a pinch of salt; then beat the
whites of the other two eggs very light
and add; put a small piece of butter in
a smooth spider; shake the spider so
that the butter greases it well; then
pour in the omelet, and watch closely
until it is cooked on the bottom; loosen
from the spider, set in the oven on the
top grate for two minutes to cook it on
top; slip out on to a plate and serve.
Small omelets, with only two eggs, are
easy to cook, and preferred to larger
ones.-N. Y. Observer.
--Quaking Pudding: Break some stale
bread into small pieces. Take a double
stew-pan and place in it a layer of
bread crumbs, then sprinkle in some
raisins, then another layer of bread
crumbs and more raisins, and so on un
til the pudding is as large as desired.
Make a custard with five eggs, one
quart of sweet milk, a cup of sugar,
and seasoning to suit the taste. Pour
this over the bread and raisins and let
stand two hours. Then place on the
stove and steam one hour and a half, or
until the custard hardens. When done
set off to cool a little, then ran a knife
around the edge between the kettle
and the pudding to loosen it. Turn it
out on a deep plate and you will have
s pudding true to its name.-Home.
UPHOLSTERING CHAIRS.
some Direetlos that ay as Fread
Helpful In Many a Home.
To upholster chairs the cane septs of
which are broken, begin by removing
the superfluous bits of cane and cover
the space with a matting formed of
three-inch wide eanvas1 belting
woven together. Tack it temporarily
in place. After placing over this some
coarse, strong muslin, draw both
smoothe, and secure at the edge with
twine, making use of the perforations
Remove the tacks, turn the raw edges
over toward the center, and baste all
down smoothly. Arrange the curled
hair, or wool, or whatever you,
propose using for stuffing, and
keep it in position by basting over
it a piece of muslin. Then very care
fully fit the rep or plush on your se
lected covering, pinning it into place,
then tackingdown permanently. Cover
the edge galloon to match the cover,
using this time tiny ornamental tacks,
and tie with an upholsterer's needle in
as many places as is desirable, having a
button on the upper side (this button is
a mold made of turned wood covered
with circles of the same material used
as a cover.) Turn the chair over and
tack on a lining to the under side of the
seat. If the back of the chair is to be
repaired the lining should be neatly put
on the back with fancy tacks.
The writer of this has a clair of the
days of that French king, Louis, whose
taste we modern folks never question,
but rather allow to dictate and guide
us-a graceful chair whose cushion age
had spoiled. i painted the framework
with two coats of white enamel, then
finished it with a curled hair cushion,
and covered it with-well, where do you
suppose that dark green brocaded silk
velvet (so deftly patched from little
pieees by A. . T.) ever ured? Oive
it up? It was once a beautiful bodes
worn at ooncerts by a friend-Mne.
Julia Reve King-Ameria's first pLan
Istel--Detroit Free Pram.
Cweeas fer areskbMs.
Almost all fmilies are fondof cereals
ofsome sort for breakfast. As a wel
come change from oatmeal and cracked
wheat, many families will be glad to
try a comparatively new article, whish
is brought out under the name of
farinose. It is identical with the
preparation known as wheatena, but is
sold at a price a little more tha half
of that article. Both preparations are
made at the same mills, ad coanamers
of the one would not be able to dis
tinguish between the two. It is
very easily prepared, all that is re
quired being a little boiling wsterwath
salt, into which the frinae Is etied
until of the proper consistency. It
boils in a moment, and Is served with
cream or milk. Some persnas add li
tle suagar, but this does not improve it
for the majority of tastea This fsr
nose makes a most delialou gruel made
thin with half milk and half wart; or
or made somewhat thick. tha rsegular
gruael and diluted with alittle arem, it
lsat once a most dainty and dcesting
dish for the sick, sand will be s~
when mnost other cereals mwil be r
jeetsd.-N. Y. Ledger.
Thes a great dlit~ s the
spae of time a by  in
making jam Twenaty minutes is the
aviage theefa ort trfuts, bat others
prrto ook thekir rit half an her,
or even an hoer, ad, as.the sId Ssee
sereat desared: "To bal t4e tr
julgment out o' it." eeoukrlra
taaly destr o s the Mae o y iny
rurait and In eamsm mealsse Is
sad is*qiaqe. datr Ie ssue
am d by t pro . lsgy
Wssi okruhr tbs r~&:i~~l
PERSONAL AND LITERARY.
-Mrs. Mackay has again been sure
prising London with her display of dia
monds, and one critic said that she
showed more really fine stones a' one
time than could be seen in all the shop
windows on Regent street,
-Karl Emil Fransos, the brilliant
German novelist, is middle aged, with
large dark eyes, a square forehead,
sparse black hair, Hebrew features and
stout figure. Herr Fransos' best works
are "For the Right" and "The Chief
Justice."
-Queen Lilluokalani of the Sand
wich Islands is an earnest patron of
temperance reform. She pays license
fee for a coffee house opened in her
capital city by the Women's Temper
ance union, and has banished wines and
spirituous liquors from her table and
receptions.
-Louis G. Brenan, the inventor of
the famous $550,000 torpedo, has been
created a companion of the bath by
Queen Victoria. Mr. Brenan is by birth
an Irishman, but spent much of his life
in Austria. He was offered 8850,000 for
his torpedo by Russia, but preferred to
sell it to England.
-According to a correspondent there
is a bottle afloat somewhere that con
tains an interesting manuscript. Thbi"
writer says that Emperor William was
so delighted with his recent exploit of
harpooning a whale that he wrote with
his own hand a detailed account of it,
put the writing in a bottle and threw it
into the sea.
-The German emperor is fond of
hunting, particularly of following the
boar, the sport in which his forefathers
excelled. The kaiser rides a white
horse when he goes hunting, and sil
ver spaurs jingle on the heels of his top
boots. He is a good marksman, and
has a record of putting three balk
from a revolver in the bulls-eye of a
small target fifteen paces distance.
-Whitelaw Reid, editor of the New
York Tribune and republicean candidate
for vice-president of the United States,
says in reply to a young man who
asked him for a list of the best books
on business: "The best single treatise
is the New Testament, next to this is
the Book of Proverbs of Solomon. The
best business man I ever knew memor
ized the entire Book of Proverbs at
twenty-two."
-Ex-King Milan and his youthfui
soe, King Alexander of Servia, are
much en evidence at their villa at Emas
which reloies in the name of Petit
Blyse vey fine day they dine in a
small kiosk in their garden, and are
happy together over their bottle of
champagne. They a not aoften seen
among the public, but when they do
take their walks abroad they are al
ways together.
-Prancis J. Kelly, of Pittsburgh,
has the reputation of being the tallest
L newspaper man in America. Mr. Kelly
is almost seven feet high. He has seen
life in many varied phases, having
served in the British army, squatted in
Australia, and traveled twice around
the world. His first experience in
Amerks consisted in rmaing a locomo
tive out of New York. Subsequently
he acted as press agent to the Irish
cricket team, and thence drifted into
newspaper work.
HUMOROIS.
-He--"No one can understand 'what
the wild waves are saying.' " She
"Of course not. The ocean is so very
deep "-N. Y. Herald.
S--It's a sastisfaction to know that the
Shatpin is not to become an instrument
I of assassination. A girl can be dressed
to kill without It.-Philadelphla Times.
a -A contemporary lays down a num
t ber of rules of action in case of one's
clothin taking fire. One of them is
s "to keep as cool as possible."--Tt Bits.
S-"Papa, I gaess there isn't any
plumbers in Heaven," said a six-year
I old youngster one rainy day. "Why
not, my son?" "Because the sky seems
to leak so easy."--Texas Sftinea.
-"How dojyou account for woman's
love of ribbons, Miss Perte?" he asked.
I "1 think it may be due to the faet that
Sno woman who has ribbons need be
without a bow."--Harpes Basr.
-Labor Omnis Vinnat.-Anarehist
S(to man at labor)-"I msay, my good fel
low, what do you work for?" Man at
Labor-Two dollars ad a half a day.
Git out or 'll ire you out."-Detrolt
Free Preas
- omee m sp S by t dang.
seem coin ote elsme so
I nol Irw wearsr seepangr
-Wasblar a Star.
--ras was wW. ure aseIs whs
She ae t aeed kasatstle me
-Bard to Fid.
Doam sesr bess las ts RDlrs
Ta be as mos stalse the
--Bt. Peter.-"Webr# a ye frce?"
A rrival-"New York." St Pleter'-"O,
I well, I wa't put you rnams a the reg
t ister until you made up your mind
Swhether yea ase gelg to b ecuteatad
Sto tay."-NY. t. Herald.
I -"My deam daostor," eclaimed a lady
Swho was tialkr with a as who had
Sbeen shlpwreekdk , "how did you est
rt when you were SeatIg far away frees
Sland on those boards?" '"Wet, madam,"
tI -pb the daaer; "very wet"
I -"'My Ihsad is the dearest ad
Smost esmlerats map tn the worl"
S"ow does he show ir?" "Be knows n
bhate tobaseeoiagose the bhoe, .'d
so he goes to the clab every sight af'..
espper ad saelabs thsre."-Titt-Ita.
-"Wha- t ia~. yw rying abet. ,
e suet an' tbsp faEle lieked me far
lettieaglmm r * " a- and them Jim
a' r rI ppi, I Ushall rstsh tI ala
- u to i s t wnm.st i) ....
be ouphema halts mileb fesw, etim
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