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VOLUME V. LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 4, 1893. NO. 33.
THE MOTHER OF ALL.
]Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage Talks Upon
the Divine Character,
Reslewing It From a Beldom-Conlsdered
8taedpoint-The Bible a Letter
of Afection as From a
Parent to a Child.
The following discourse by Rev. T.
DeWitt Talmage was delivered in the
Brooklyn tabernacle on the subject of
God as "The Mother of All." He took
for his text:
As one whom his motber comforteth, so will
I comfort you.-Isatsh lxvi., 13.
The Bible is a warm letter of affec
tion from a parent to a child, and yet
there are many who see chiefly the se
vere passages.. As there may be fifty
or sixty nights of gentle dew in one
summer, that will not cause as much
remark as one hajlstorm of half an
hour, so there are those who are more
struck by those passages of the Bible
that announce the indignation of God
than by,those that announce His af
fection. There may come to a house
hold twenty or fifty letters of affection
during the year, and they will not
make as much excitement in that home
as one sheriff's writ; and so there are
people who are more attentive
to those passages which announce
the judgments of God than to those
which announce his mercy and his
favor. God is a lion, John says in the
Book of Revelation. God is a breaker,
Micah announces in his prophecy. God
is a rock. God is a king. But hear
also that God is love. A father and his
child are walking out in the fields on
a summer's day, and there is a flash of
lightning that startles the child, and
the father says: "My dear, that is
God's eye." There comes a peal of
thunder, and the father says: "My
dear, that is God's voice." But the
clouds go off the sky, andl the storm is
gone, and light floods the heavens and
floods the landscape, and the father
forgets to say: "That is God's smile."
The text of this morning bends with
great gentleness and love over all who
are prostrate in sin and trouble. It
lights up with compassion. It melts
with tenderness. It breathes upon us
the push of an eternal lullaby, for it
announces that God is our mother.
"As one whom his mother comforteth,
so will 1 comfort you."
I remark. in the first place, that God
has a mother's simplicity of instruc
tion. A father does not know how
to teach a child the A. B, C. Men are
nob skillful in the primary department:
but a mother hassomuch patience that
she will tell a child for the hundredth
time the difference between F and 0,
and between I and J. Sometimes it is
by blgqs; sometimes by the worsted
'work; sometimes by the slate; some
times by the book. She thus teaches
Vhe child, and has no awkwardness of
;..condescension in so doing. So God,
our Mother, stoops down in our infan
tile minds. Though we are told a
thing a thousand times, and we do not
understand it, our Heavenly Mother
goes on, line upon line, precept upon
precept, here a little and there a little.
God has been teaching some of un
thirty years, and some of us sixty
years, one word of one syllable, and
we do not know it yet-faith, faith.
When we come to that word we stum
ble, we halt, we lose our place, we pro
nounce it wrong. Still, God's patience
is not exhausted. God, our Mother,
puts us in the school of prosperity, and
the letters are in sunshine, and we can
not spell them. God puts us in the
school of adversity, and the letters are
black, and we can not spell them. If
God were merely a king, he would
punish us; if lie were rimply a father,
He would whip us; but God is a mother,
and so we are borne with and helped
all the way through.
A mother teaches her child chiefly by
pictures. If she wants to set forth the
hideousness of a quarrelsome spirit, in
stead of giving a lecture upon the sub
ject, she turns over a leaf and shows
the child two boys in a wrangle, and
says: "Does not that look horrible?"
If she wants to teach the child the'nwful
ness of war, she turns over the picture
book and shows the war-charger, the
headless trunks of the butchered men,
the wild, blood-shot eye of battle roll
ing under lids of flame, and she says:
"That is war:" The child understands
it. In a great many books the best
part are the pictures. The style may
be insipid, the type poor, but a picture
always attracts a child's attention.
Now, God, our mother, teaches us al
most everything by pictures. Is the
divine goodness to be set forth? How
does God, our Mother, teach us? By an
autumnal picture. The barns are full.
The wheat stacks are rounded. The
cattle are chewing the cud lazily in the
sun. The orchards are dropping the
ripe pippins into the lap of the farmer.
The natural world, that has been busy
all summer, seems now to be resting in
great abundance. We look at the
picture and say, "Thou crownest the
year with Thy goodness, and Thy
paths drop fatness." Our family comes
around the breakfast table. It has
been a very cold night, but the children
are all bright, because they slept under
thick coverlids, and they are now in
the warm blast of the open register,
and their appetites make luxuries out
of the plainest fare, and we look st the
picture and say, "Bless the Lord, O my
soul!"
God wishes to set forth the fact that
in the judgment the good will be di
vided from the wicked. How isitdone?
By a pieture; by a parable-a fishing
scene. A group of hardy seen, long
bearded, geared for standing to the
waist in water, sleeves rolled up. Long
oar, maun-gilt: boat battered as thoughb
It had been a playmate of the storm.
A full net, thumping about with the
fish, which have just discovqed their
captivity, the worthless moss-bunkers
and the useful Sounders all in the
same net. The fisherman pats his
hamnd down and amid the squirming
fis, takes out the moss-bunkers and
throws them into the water and gath
ee the good fish into the pail. o,
sqI Chtlt, itahell be at th eand of ebs
walrM T* Pl4 . w1i astwf t4
the good He will keep. Another plc- a
ure: r
God, our Mother, wanted to set forth f
2 the duty of neighborly love, and it is a
done by a picture. A heap of wounds a
on the road to Jericho. A tvaseler has a
been fighting a robber. The robber c
stabbed him and knocked him down. i
Two ministers come along. They look I
at the poor fellow, but do not help him. a
A traveler comes along-a Samaritan. t
lie says: "Whoa," to the beast he is rid- g
ing, and jsmounta. He examines the a
E wounds; he takes out some wine, and a
with it washes the wounds, and then I
he takes some oil, and puts that in to r
make the wound stop smarting; and f
then he tears off a piece of his own gar- I
ment for a bandage. Then he helps s
Sthe wounded man upon the beast, and a
t walks by the side, holding him on un- a
- til they come to a tavern. He says to (
the landlord: "Here is money to pay f
5 the man's board for two days; take care c
of him; if it costs anything more, I:
z charge it to me, and I will pay it."
e Picture-The Good Samaritan, or Who a
is Your Neighbor? I
1 I remark again, that God has a moth- a
er's favoritism. A father sometimes y
shows a sort of favoritism. Here is a c
s boy-strong, well, of high forehead and C
L quick intellect. The father says: "I t
2 will take that boy into my firm yet;" e
or, "I will give him the very best posai- r
ble education." There are instances a
2 where, for the culture of one boy, all r
the others have been robbed. A sad I
favoritism; but that is not the mother's c
2 favorite. I will tell you her favorite. c
There is a child who at twQ years of I
I age had a fall. lie has never got over f
r it. The scarlet fever muffled his hear
I ing. He is not wb , he once was. That a
child has caused the mother more c
anxious nights than all the other chil- 1
i dren. If he coughs in the nirht, she v
springs out of a sound sleep and goes I
to him. The last thing she does when c
going out of the house is to give a I
charge in regard to him. The first r
thing on coming in is to ask in regard g
1 to him. Why, the children of the s
r family all know that he is the favor- (1
ite, and say: "Mother, you let him t
do just as he pleases, and when you c
> give him a great many things which
t you do not give us. He is your favor
s ite." The mother smiles; she knows it ii
a is so. So he ought to be; for if there I
t is anyone in the world that needs sym- g
pathy more than another, it is an in- r
valid child, weary on the first mile of a
life's journey; carrying an aching head, r
I a weak side, an irritated lung. So the r
mother ought to make him a favorite. f
God, our Mother, has favorites.
e "Whom the Lord 1heth Hie chasten- I
eth." That is, one whom He especially r
t loves He chasteneth. God loves us all, I
1 but is there one weak, and sick, and
Aore, and wounded, and suffering, and y
faint? that is the one nearest and more t
perpetually on the great heart of God. I
Why, it never coughs but our Mother, f
s God, hears it. There is no such a f
f watcher as God. The best nurse may a
be overborne by fatigue and fall asleep
in the chair; but God, our Mother, t
I after being up a year of nights with a
t suffering, child. never slumbers nor c
r sleeps. r
i "Oh!" says one, "I can not under- r
stand all that about affliction." A re
finer of silver once explaiued it to a v
Christian lady: "I put the silver in the c
I fire, and I keep refining it and trying a
it till I can see my face in it, and then 1
I take it out." Just so it is that God E
keeps his dear children in the furnace v
till the Divine Image may be seen in y
them; they are taken out of the Are. c
When I see God especially busy in a
troubling and trying a Christian, I a
2 know that out of that Christian's char- I
acter there is to come some especial 1
I good. A quarryman goes down into a
I the excavation, and with strong-handed I
]machinery=ores into the rock. The i
, rock says: "'hat do you do that for?" '
I -He puts powder in; he lights a fuse. a
There is a thundering crash. The rock
Ssays: "Why, the mountain is going to I
pieces." The crowbar is plunged; the a
- rock is dragged out. After a while it is a
taken into the artist's studio. It says: r
S"Well, now I have got toagood, warm, I
I comfortable place at last" But the i
sculptor takes the chisel and mal
- let, and he digs for the eyes, I
- and cuts for the mouth, and he
2 bores for the' ear, and he rubs it t
with sand-paper, until the rock says: t
- "When will this torture be ended?" Aa
sheet is thrown over it It stands in c
darkndes. After a while it is taken t
Lout. The covering is removed. It c
Sstands in the sunlight, in the presence c
of ten thousand apolanding people, as a
they greet the statute of the poet, or a
the prince, or the conqueror. "Ah!" a
says the stone, '"now I understand it t
r I am a great deal better off now stand- t
I ing as a statue of a conqueror than I E
would have been down in the quarry." a
SSo God finds a man down in the quarry g
2 of ignorance and sin. How to get him a
2 up? He must be bored, and blasted, r
and chiseled, and scoured, and stand t
r sometimes m the darkness.
a But after a while the mantle of afflic-e
2 tion will fall off, and his soul will be
2 greeted by the one hundred and forty
r four thousand, and the thousands of
Sthousands, as more than conqueCror.
SOh, my friends, God, our Mother, is t
1 just as kind in our afflictions as in our
r prosperities. God never touches us but
a for our good. If a field clean and
cultured is better off than a barren d
Sfield, and, if a stone that has be- d
'.come a statue is better off than
rthe marble in the quarry, then a
that soul that God chastens may E
Sbe his favorite. Oh, the rocking of the
- soul is not the rockinK of an earth- d
quake, but the rocking of God's cradle. 1
"As one whom his mother comforteth,
so will I comfort you." I have been told
that the pearl in an oyster is merely
the result of a wound, or a sickness in- t
a flieted upon it, and I do not know but t
that the brightest gems of Heaven will
2 be found to have been the wounds of
r earth kindled into the jeweled bright
Sness of eternal glory.
SI remark that God has a mother's ea
Spacity for attending to little hurts.
' The father is shocked at the broken
I bLone of the child, or at the sickness
that sets the cradle on fire with Lever,
Sbut it takes the mother to sympathi
r with all the Ultle .imnlm tsmW d lhh
I iriI .ot "le eM, Uifb #hW4 h. I
a splinter in its hand, it wants thl
mother to take it out, and not thi
father. The father says, "Oh, that is
nothing," but the mother knows it is
something, and that a little hurt
sometimes is very great. So with God,
our Mother; all our annoyances are
important enough to look at and sym
pathize with. Nothing with God is
something. There are no ciphers in
God's arithmetic. And if we were only
good enough of sight we could see as
much through a microscope as through
a telescope. Those things that may
be impalpable and infinitesimal to us,
may be pronounced and infinite to God.
A mathematical point is defined as
having no parts, no magnitude. It is
so small that you can not imagine it,
and yet a mathematical point may be
a starting point for a great eternity.
God's surveyors carry a very long chain.
A scale must be very delicate that
can weigh a grain, but God's scale
is so delicate that He can weigh
with it that which is so small that
a grain is a millfbn times heavier.
When John Kitto, a poor boy on a back
street of Plymouth, cut his foot-witp a
piece of glass, God bound it up so suc
cessfully that he became the great
Christian geographer, and a commenta
tor known among all nation. So ev
ery wound of the soul, however insig
nificant, God is willing to bind up. As
at the first cry of the child the mother
rushes to kiss the wound, so God, our
Mother, takes the smallest wound
of the heart, and presses it to the lips
of Divine sympathy. "As one whom
his mother comforteth, so will I com
fort you."
I remark further that God has a
mother's patience for the erring. If
one does wrong. first his associates in
life cast him off; it he goes on in the
wrong way, his business partner casts
him off; if he goes on his best friends
cast him off-his father casts him off.
But after all others have cast him off,
where does he go? Who holds no
grudge, and forgives the last time as
well as the first? Who sits by the mur
deror's counsel all through the long
trial? Who tarries the longest at the
windows of a culprit's cell? Who,
when all others think ill of a man,
keeps on thinking well of him? It
is his mother. God bless her gray
hairs, if she be still alive; and bless her
grave if she be gone! And bless the
rocking chajr in which she used to sit,
and bless the cradle that she used to
rock, and bless the Bible she used to
read! So God, our Mother, has patience
for all the erring.
The Bible often talks about God's
hand. I wonder how it looks. You
remember distinctly how your mother's
hand looked, though thirty years ago
it withered away. It was different from
your father's hand. When you were
to be chastised you had rather
have mother punish you than
father. It did not hurt so much.
And father's hand was different from
mother's, partly because it had out
door toil, and partly because God In
tended it to be different The knuckles
were more firmly set and the palm was
calloused. But the mother's hand was
more delicate. There were blue veins
running through the back of it.
Though the fingers, some of them,
were pricked with a needle, the palm
of it was soft. Oh! it was very
soft. Was there ever any poultice
like that to take pain out of a wound.
So God's hand is a mother's hand,
what it touches it heals. If it smite
you it does not hurt as if it were an
other hand. Oh, you poor, wandering
soul in sin, it is not a bailiffs hand that
seizes you to-day. It is not a hard
hand. It is not an unsympathetic
hand. It is not a cold hand. It is not
an enemy's hand. No, it is a gentle
hand, a loving hand, a sympathetic
hand, a soft hand, a mother's hand.
"As one whom his mother comforteth,
so will I comfort you."
I want to say, finally, that God has a
mother's way of putting a child to
sleep. You know there is no cradle
song like a mother's. After the excite
ment of the evening it is almost im
possible to get the child to sleep. If
the rocking chair stop a moment, the
eyes are wide open; but the mother's
patience and the mother's soothing
manner keep on until, after awhile,
the angel of slumber puts his wing over
the pillow. Well, my dear brothers
and sisters in Christ, the time will
come when we will be wanting
to be put to sleep. The day of
our life will be done, and the shadows
of the night of death will be gathering
around us. Then we want God to
soothe us, to hush us to sleep. Let the
music of our going not be the dirge of
the organ, or the knell of the church
tower or the drumming of a "dead
march," but let it be the hush of a
mother's lullaby. Oh! the cradle of the
grave will be soft with the pillow of
all the promises. When we are being
rocked into that last slumber I want
this to be the cradle song: "As one
whom a mother comforteth, so will I
comfort you."
Asleep in Jesus! Far frotm thee
Thby kindred and their graves may be;
But thins is still a blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to weep.
A Scotchman was dying. His daugh
ter Nellie sat by the bedside. It was
Sunday evening, and the bell of the
church was ringing, calling the people
to church. The good old man, in his
dying dream, thought that he was on the
way to church. as he used to be when
he went in the sleigh across the river;
and as the evening bell struck up, in
his dying dream, he thought it was the
call to church. He said: "Hark, hebil
dren, the bells are ringing; we shall be
late; we must make the mare step out
quick!" He shivered, and then said:
•Pall the buffalo robes up closer,
my ,laass! It is cold crossing
the river; but we will soon be
there, Nellie, we will soon be there!"
And he smiled and mit: "Just there
now." No wonder he smiled. The
good old man had got to church. Not
the old country church, but the temple
in the skies. Just across the river.
lHow comfortably did God hush that
old man to sleep! As one whom his
mother eomforteth, so God comforted
him,
-How em we xpeet old pracn, to
brier wer bltr nps
VERSATILITY OF DOGS.
Some Casnies More Able Than Others to
Adapt Themselves to Different Require
ments.
Some dogs have, of course, a oonsid
erably greater amount of adaptability
about them than others, and a good in.
stance of this came under our notice
some ye~s ago in the case of a remark
ably handsome black-and-tan harrier
pure bred-who formed one of the com
ponent parts of a Trencher pack (the
latter still to the fore), and who on
hunting days had the reputation of be
ing the best hounr in the pack,
whether racing breast igh over grass,
picking out a cold sceit on the plow, or
greater test still, doing a patient bit of
road hunting, and who on ordinary,
non-hunting days was hard to beat as a
beast dog and could maneuver a Bock
of sheep as well as say collie or bob
tailed sheep dog in th4 world.
Only last year we rw a greyhound
who had won honors ilore than once in
local coursing competi ons, who on one
occasion of a rick of corn being
thrashed out, proved himself to be
thoroughly broken to ferrets and one
of the quickest and cleanest ratkillers
we ever saw. It was once our lot to
possess a field spaniel, liver-colored, of
rather above an average size, an excel
lent dog with a gun, who would also
never by any chance pass a moor-hen's
nest without stopping, and what is
more, never made the mistake of draw
ing our attention to an old one, al
though when the bird is not sitting and
the eggs are not exposed to view such a
nest, new or old, resembles nothing so
much as a heap of decayed vegetation.
Doubtless, however, the scent left by
the flitting bird was strong, even after
she had quitted the nest, having care
fully made her preparations to prevent
detection in doing so. This same dog,
by the way, would swim out to a small
islet much resorted to for breeding pur
poses by moor-hens and bring away a
clutch of eggs (one at a time) in his
mouth, never breaking one.
Shooting over dogs is necessarily be
coming more and more restricted each
season, but there are here and there
old bits of shooting still to be had where
a good dog is not only an advantage
but an absolute necessity, and for such
work a "useful" dog. say a cross be
tween a spaniel and a setter, is the very
best we know of, although an utter
mongrel may prove himself invaluable.
Such a dog must be worked single
handed, and, as far as possible, by one
master throughout his entire career to
bring out the full extent of his "useful
ness."
One such, long gone over to the ma
jority, poor old fellow, we verily be
lieved to be the cleverest and most
"useful" dog that ever existed, and we
would not have insulted him during his
lifetime by asserting, as dog-owners are
so fond of doing, that "he could do
everything but talk." Talk; he could
talk; at least, if he did not articulate,
his honest old face-scarred all over as
it was-had such an amount of intelli
gent expression in it that I, at least, al
ways knew as well as possible what he
meant, and never once found that I
misunderstood him.-London Sporting
News.
THE TOWN OF WAZAN.
A Modern City of Refuge For the Op
presel s-.d Criminals.
As Wazan is a city of refuge for the
outside world, so are the mosques and
tombs of the shereefs for the inhabit
ants of Wazan; and men fleeing from
justice or an enemy have been known
to spend months and even a year in the
holy precincts without once issuing
forth. The great mosque of Muley Ab
dullah Shereef, with its courts and ar
cades, affords shelter for any number
of these refugees, and at the present
moment no inconsiderable quantity are
housed there. Their food is brought to
them by their relatives or friends, if
they have any, and if not they either
send and buy, or, if moneyless, exist on
the charity of those who pray in the
mosque.
No Christian may enter these holy
precincts, and as one passes the doors
of the moeques one can only catch a
glimpse of long rows of columa~ and
arcades, The tombs themselves are
within, each in its sanctuary. These
holies of holiesare said to be most gorge
ous and beautiful. The ceilings and
doors as richly painted and gilded, the
walls and the tombs are hung with
gold-embroidered velvet, while on every
side are ranged the presents brought
by the faithful who visit and pray
there. Two centuries and a half of of
ferings are contained within these
sanctuaries. Among them are candle
sticks of silver and gold, boxes of illu
minated manuscripts, more than a hun
dred clocks of all ages and fashions, a
quantity of old china and many other
quaint things. Doubtless among this
huge collection are articles of gold and
silver, clocks, china, etc., which, on sc
count of their ages and the great care
that has always been taken of themare
almost priceless
The business part of the sanctnaries
is, without doubt, the huge boxes, with
grated tops. into which the faithful
drop their money. The sums thus col
lected are divided monthly into four
parts, one-fourth being laid aside for
the keeping up of the tombs and three
fourths going to the shereeflan family.
Blackwood's Magazine.
A Lightnlaing Change Artist.
Helen Hyler-But I don't see how
you could stay in love with a man long
enough to marry him. Didn't you ever
change your mind after you accepted
Charley?
Mr. Loveyv-Mercy. yes! I changed
it four times while we were walking up
the chburch aisle.--Puck.
A Poutzzler.
Mabel-Say, sister, can you tell me
something?
Esth er-That depends; what is it?
Mabel-Why do grown women wear
their dresses eight inches too long and
then hold them up twelve. inches te
high?--Jury.
--l her maidenhood Mr. Cleveland's
wi tand beauty were not uanimportantioi
even before she entered Wells eollegi
at a ehureleh fate Buffalo she ree-d
the petis for bstIg the pYWet a-
whirkte gI~rl at the fAin
IBURSTIN OF A SAND BOX.
Th. Danger That Ltrhed Is as Iaaneoe
pod.
Bolten had spent the winter wander
lug among the West India islands, anm
when he got beck had a medley of cur_
osities which he had picked up in hi,
travels Among them were all sorts o:
beans and pods of tropical trees, and o:
the former were John Crow beans, the
warry, the horse-eye, Job's tears an(
many others There were the long
scabbard-like pods of the crimson-flow
ered acassia; cocoa pods, which rattler
with the dry chocolate seeds inside
them, and he also had two pods of the
sand-box tree, curious circular store
houses for the seeds, deeply ribbed
each rib running from top to bottom of
the pod. These two latter receivec
places of honor in lacquer trays, the
smaller beans finding room arouno
them. Bolten was a natty man, and of
his mantelshelf In his bedroom were
arranged these treasures, presided ove
by four statuettes of nude oddesses.
The vegetable ornaments of the shel
were the most innocent-looking things
imaginable, and he never dreamed for
moment that nature was still buss
bringing to perfection those sand boxes
lie had gone to bed after a hard day':
work and was sleeping the sleep of the
just when he was awakened by whal
he thought was a pistol shot in hli
room. At the same time mitliles were
flying all around. As he jumped out oi
bed to light the gas there was a second
explosion, and this time he was pep
pered with all sorts of missiles
The carpet was strewn with objects
which were not pleasant to tread on,
and in his anxiety to escape them and
get at the jet he nearly broke the small
toe of his right foot by jamming ii
against a chair leg. He nursed it afec
tionately, but sadly for some time,
swearing in undertones, but afraid tc
give loud expression to his pent-us
feelings lest there might be a fusilade.
At last, like a cat walking over hol
bricks, he reached the jet and lighted
the gas. The treasures of the mantel
piece were scattered about the room
The goddesses had been hurled from
their high places and looked like Ro
man remains, headless and armless
The lacquer trays were in small pieces
while the pals and baans were scate
tered all over the room. The goblet
had even been broken and the water
was standing .in puddles about the
carpet. The sand box had vanished.
He searched around carefully. There
was no trace, so far as he could see, of
the explosions. He gathered up his
broken and scattered treasures, finding
among them segments of the sand
boxes, and then, leaving the gas alight,
tried to sleep. Of the strange occur
rences he said not a word tohis friends
The other day a friend was in his
rooms and looking over the collected
remnants remarked: , "Hello! Here ar
pieces of a sand box."
"What is that?"
"Well, it's the fruit of a tree thai
grows in the West Indies, and got it
name owing to the planters using it in
the days before blotting paper was in
vented for sand boxes. The seeds were
cut out of the center and the pod wae
then filled with sand. It was rather
an unsatisfactory box, however, as i1
often exploded."
"Explodedt What do you mean?"
"This is the fruit of Hurs crepitans
a large tree something like the tulli
tree of this country. As soon as the
seed is ripe it explodes with a reporl
ihke a gun, the seeds and shell of the
pod being scattered in all directions
So great is the force of the explosion
that the broken pieces are thrown forty
and fifty feet Fowls, as soon as they
hear an explosion, run toward the tree
and are soon busy looking for the seeds
which they greedily swallow."
"That explains it," said the other
and he then told the story of his shat
toted works of art--N. Y. Tribune.
Some Peculiar Kodeats.
Death valley, California, notwith
standing its suggestive name, is the
abode of more curious and wondesni
specimens of animal creation than any
place of its size within the limits of the
United States. The oddest of these
rreatures,perhaps, is a species of rodenl
salled the "kangaroo rat," which tra
els from place to place by executing a
series of jumps or springs, almost is
exact imitation of his namesake of the
Australian wilds Then, too, as though
it were nature's purpose to make a
miniature of every larger piece of handl'
work, the same locality furnishes the
"kangaroo mouse," a counterpart and
perfect pocket edition of the rat. Be
sides these kangaroo rodents there are
at least two other odd specimens of the
Ssame genus in the California Valley ol
th-the "pocket mouse" with little
pouches lnsidy his mouth for stowin
away surplus food and the "scorpior
mouse," which feeds wholly upon scor
pions.--St. Louis Republic
How .o Keep Away Wrinkles
A great many earnest thinkers of
nervous temperament fall into the
habit of scowling when they read
write, or talk seriously. This cause
two little perpendicular lines to plo.
in between the eyes, and ages a face ter
years. It is a habit almost impossible
to correct, once formed, as it is done
unconsciousldy by many younng people
A studious young woman, still in he
sarly twenties, found herself the victin
of this soowl, whleh had already mad,
two fine hair lines in her brow. ShBe
set herself to work to cure the habit b,
setting the mirror before her face whe
she read, wrote, or stufdied; but as thi
attracted her attention from her wor]
she finally placed a ribbon band tightt!
across her brow, tying it in a knot a
the back of her head, and at night ah
slept in the band. After several mouth
the lines disappeared from her prett,
forehead, and she is quits cared of th
disfigaring habit --Chieago Tribune.
-Conversatou ia the Lawree Pam
ily.--She-"I hear that yoar mothe
basboaught a bhomse on Beacon street.'
He-"Y- aso and only fahncy all on
family live on Beaseon street now, ar
sept grandpapa, but he intends mortin
there jast as son ar hbe a.a" Sh
'"O)h. how nieel But if he shoeM db
- the tasZI*woU smene We .u-D
1.~t hrn qwa~ j~r i
OF GENERAL INTEREST.
-"Left! left! left! left!" the drill man
ser said to the raw recruit some thirty
odd years ago "Put theleft foot down
at the heavy tap of thedrum." And tc
this day when the band plays the old
soldier catches step and keeps time with
the music. He does not forget, he never
can, the period he spent in the army.
--Capt. C. W. Adams, of West Addi
son, Vt, has raised quite a large por
tion of the timbers of the flagship Con
gress, of aenn. Benedict Arnold's fleet,
which was sunk in Lake Champlain, in
October, 1776. The timbers, of which
there are about thirty feet of the after
part of the keel and keelson, with
number of the ribs attached, are of oak,
and perfectly sound.
-The clerk of a country church was
once much exercised at the appearance
of a strange old gentleman, who, when
the sermon was about to begin, took a
trumpet (in two parts) out of his pocket
and began, screwing them together.
The clerk watched him till the process
was completed, and then, going stealth
ily up, whispered: "Yeow marn't play
that here; do, I'll turn yo' out"
-Adjourning a prayer meeting in or
der that the brethren and sisters might
witness a political torchlight parade
was an actual occurrence in a New Jet
sey town recently. It was the regular
prayer night and the meeting had con
vened, but when the band played and
the great hosts were heard approaching
the love of politics got the better of re
ligion and the church was vacated in
short order.
-In the presidential election of I80S
John Adams was the federalist candi
date a second time, but he was defeated,
and the federalist party never was able
to elect another president The feder
alists had secured the adoption of th:
federal constitution; they had made the
national government strong, and they
had begun the work of paying the na
tional debt in full, and so making the
credit of the government good.
--Only the few people famous for
their idiosyncraciesused tobacco to any
extent for a century after the 4iscovery
of the new world, and it was not until
1650 that its use began to be eommon,
Since then it has spread to every quar
ter of the earth and become to hundreds
of thousands almost a necessity. The
United States produces about half of
the product of the world, which ap
proximates very nearly one pound s
year for every man, woman and child
on this round globe of ours.
-A OGrman newspaper lately con
tained this announcement: "I hereby
declare, since the written notice of the
8th of August, 1892, and notwithstand
ing her refusal to accept the same, my
betrothal with Fraulein Emma Ziegler
is null and void.-Rlchard Jork." In
the next number of the paper the fol
lowing appeared: "I hereby declare
that with respect to the advertisement
of the anulment of my betrothal,
written and proclaimed, with Herr
Jork I do not agree. I am and still in
tend to remain his betrothed.-Emma
Ziegler."
--In 1753 there were seven American
colonies under royal governments
namely: Virginia, New York, Nen
Jersey, North and South Carolina
Georgia and New Hampshire. Three
colonies, Massachusetts, Connecticual
and Rhode Island, were under charter
governments, that is, they were for the
most part governed by their own peo
ple, according to charters granted by
the king. Massachusetts, after it loso
its first charter, had a governor ap
pointed by the king, but the power re
malned mostly in the hands of the
legislature Maine was attached to
Massachusetts
-Theodore Watts, a close friend o0
Tennyson, rejoices that the latter's son,
Hallam Tennyson, survives to write the
poet's biography. He says: "There is
but one man who is fully equipped for
such an undertaking, and fortunately
that is his own son-a man of great
ability, of admirable critical acumen
and of quite exceptional aeoomplish
ments. His son's filial affection was sc
precious to Lord Tennyson that, s
though the post's powers remained un
dimmed to the last day of his life, I dc
not believe that we shoald have had ali
the splendid work of the last ten yems
without his affectionate and unwearid
aid."
-"Sometimes," said a busy mus
whose cares weigh heavily upon him
"I think that I would like to be a drun
major. Now there's a man who goe
about his business in a strictly busi
ness way, as indeed every man must dt
who would succeed, but yet who seem
to be wholly oblivious of the ordinary
cares of life. He looks solemn, but hbi
heart is light, I know; and it seems t(
me at times as though it would be a
positive relief if I could drop my book,
and accoup~, put on-s bearskin hat, a
claw-hammer coat and trousers wit:
gold stripes, and march up Broadwal
at the head of a bras band."-N. Y
Sua
Is Tornadoees.
Those living in portions of our coun
try exposed to tornadoes will be gla!
to know that scientists tell us there i
always warning of the approach of a
tornado to those that are observkant
Cloads may be seen hurrying togethe
in the southwest and west, a low dul
roar of the wind in those clouds may b
perceived, while there is a great stiIi
ness and sultry heat in the air; all o
which signs are sauBficient to bid poopli
look for safety. This safety they wil
never find in any easterly direction
One who faces the cloud as it come
should seek safety to the r~ight Th
only absolute safety, however, is to -
'found undergroand, in the cellar of th
house, if it is a wooden bouse, as th;
storm will whil off the beams an
boards of the atructure; butif it is
brick or stone house, the shatt.re
walls will only tamble in; the brisk a
satone house, moreove, will fa scOne
than the woodea one, which yield, an
gives. In the tornado countries
Sespeclally in the more open partion
there should be an unudegrpond plso
provkided for refuge, with its woo
arched and strengthense by asobe
and lema, so tlhU it samo~ he brake
1t Ikpa'"seu
HOUSEHOLD BREVITIES.
-To senove paint stains apply tar
pentine at once if possible. Turpentine
,is also good for all kinds of cuts and
bruises on the human flesh, but eamse
dumb brutes intense pain.-Detrolt
Free 'PTes.
-Cranberry Shorteake. -For the
rnust, take one quart of flour, one
fourth cupful butter, two teaspoonfuls
baklog powder. Bake in cakes, split
them open and butter while hot, than
fill with cooked cranberries well sweet
ened. Serve with whipped cream or
cream and sugar.'-Housekeeper.
-Fried Kidneys.-Cut beefs kidneys
in thin slices, after removing all fat;
soak two hours in warm water, chang
ing the water two or three times; wipe
with a cloth and fry in drippings till a
nice brown; season to taste and serve
around a dish with gravy in the center,
to which has been added a little lemon
juice and sugar.-Ohio Farmer.
-Boiled Onions.-To boil onions, re
move the outer skin and let them lay
in cold salt and water about an hour.
Then boil them in milk and water with
a little salt until thoroughly tender.
Take the onions out of the water with
a skimmer and put them into a tureen
which has been warmed. Pour over
them melted butter and dust with black
pepper. Serve immediately.--Farm ad
Fireside.
-Plain Cake.-Take two cups of
flour, one and a half of sugar, half a
cup of butter, one of cream, two eggs,
one teaspoonful of baking powder,
mixed with the flour. Put all these in
gredients into a deep dish and beat un
til light It is not necesoary to beat
them separately, as in oine othereakes.
Bake in a deep form and in a moderate
ly hot oven fir about half an hour.
Boston Budget
-Flaky Pie Crust.-To make pie
crust flaky, spread the crust, when -
rolled for the top of the pie, with a
thin layer of butter. Dredge with
lour and cover the pie with crust as
usuaL When ready for the oven, tip
the pie slanting, holding it in the left
hand, and pour over the pie a glass of
cold water to rinse off the flour.
Enough of the latter will stick to the
butter to fry into the crust while bak
ing and make it flaky.--Detroit Free
Press
-Lemon Custard Pie.-Beat one cup
of sugar and the yolks of three eggs to
gether. Put a tablespoonful of flour in
a bowl, pour over a cup of sweet milk,
stirring to make smooth; strain through
a sieve into the eggs, and sugar, flavor
with extract of lemon. Line pie pans
with puf paste, pour in the mixture
and bake in a quick oven until the
crust is brown. Cover the top with
meringue made of the whites of the
eggs and three tablespoons 'of sugar.
Set in the oven one minute to brown.
Western Rural.
--(Galantine of Veal.-For this a ask
of veal is needed, with part of the
breast left in. It can be boned by the
butcher or at home and every parttcle
of sinew or gristle must be removed.
Trim it evenly, then make a forcemet
Af one pound of sausage an.d half its
balk in bread crumbs, a small grated
inion, half a teaspoonful of salt and
two beaten eggs; roll up the flank after
putting the forcemeat in the middle,
and tying carefully so that nous. ean
escape, drop in a pot of boiling water
and boil hard for fifteen minutes, sin
mering after this for an hour or mjtrs,
if the meat is thick. The water should
be well salted and a sprig of thyme ad
a bay leaf in it; let the roll cool in it
and serve cold in thin slices. This
keeps for soL time.-Boston Herald.
NEWE6T OF NOVELTIES.
Plaid Waiats. Old-Fshaosed Jewetr, at4
Mlch Fars sto b Wore.
Stoles play an important part in the
season's styles, and nowhere are they
io appropriate as in the soft light mate
rals of the tea gown. They may fall a
little way below the waist or eontiase
to the bottom of the skirt In embroid
ered crepe on gowns of silk they are
particularly graceful, and lace I. well
adapted to this purpose. The stole
fastens in at the shoulder with a rosette
or bow of ribbon and falls out loosely
over the girdle.
Plaid silk waists to wear with plain
skirts are made up on the bias, the line
meeting in a V down the middl of hreat
snd bsek The back seam Is shaped to
take out some of the fullness and a box
plait is placed over the seam. The ides
is not a very good one.
All sorts of odd and old-fashioned
trinkets are coming into fawvor. Old
tashioned pendent brooches that have
been treasured up for years amse now
being brought out and worn with pltet
are gowna There is a perfeet furors
for buckles of every descriptton, sad
everybody is ransacking old bose of
heirlooms and worrying their elderly
relatives for the old paste or silver
buckles of former days.
Hats and bonnets show no change in
shaped fslt hat, as eheap as it s
pretty, for autumn wear is rond.
rather fat in shape, of black flt sad
simply trimmed with a huge bow of
eolored velvet which extends down one
side from front to back. In black with
scarlet it is stylish, but perhaps is eves
smarter in brown with a bow of that
curlous shade of lisard green whieh is
just now attracting the faney of the
Parisiana
IJittle eapes made of cloth edged
with rich galloon or narrow fur, e
being prepared in the style of coach
men's capes~-three graduated cn
When the really cold weather eatls ha
long cloaks of velvet or plush, sad evqu
atin, lined with wadded sad qualted
silk or fur, will be used. Them wraps
will be cat straight and withotsaleves,
bat fall at the shoulder on secount of
the wide dres-sleeves underneath.
The small boa or eravatte sotinaties
in favor. This year the head of the it.
tie anmal of whose fur the erar+tte is
madeis adjusted seas tobe mos pro
mieMnt than ever, and the little rest
mare's eyes are to he no longer of gl.s
but of diamonds orrube,. Thse-little
eravattes cost from one hundred to onea
hundred and fifty dollars each, withmt
the jeweled eyes, of course. These are
sometime furnished by the faurar, but
often e the h )Oustomev belae ge sm
rslatth-*Qtt Ie'liget

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