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VOLUME VII. LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CA PRS A. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 22, 9. - -. -, ,
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BY AND BY. Bpi
as
Dews be stream where the tide Is olearer,
Further on where the shores are fair.
Amh s grous forms we would fain be
aearer.
The names we breathe in the voie of prayer. Mi
Be the voyage long, they will be the dearer its
When after awhile we shall greet them there,
Further on, where the tide is clearer, a
Dewa the stream where the shores are fair. fo
y sand by whea the sun is shining, th
After awhile when the skies are blue, tri
When the clouds unfold their silver lining he
And hpeaceful isles drift into view; tri
We shall free our tbngues from dull repining, al
Aud our hearts with the joys of youth re
new. Co
After awhile when the sun is shining, dv
By and when the skies are blue pie
-Nixon Waterman. in Chicago JournaL an
ph
AN APPLE PIE ROMANCE.
wi
The Old Way to a Man's Heart- he
Through His Stomach. ce
of
"Heigh-ho! I wish something would is
happen. Something good, I mean. It cr
seems as if something ought tohappen wi
on such a pleasant day, and I sort o' en
feel it in my bones that it will." gr
Miss Barbara Brown sighed a little, ne
as she looked out of her sunny west Bi
window on a mellow September day, an
and listened to a partridge whistling
"Bob White" in a neighboring corn- it
field. is
Miss Brown had often wished for a ca
romance of her own, but had never as
had one, though she was thirty odd. as
She was tall and slender, with a rather he
long face, thin, yellow hair, very m
smooth and straight, and a small mole w
on her chin, which she imagined peo- to
ple were always looking at. ti
Perhaps her sigh was for the missing ti
romance; at any rate she sighed again gi
as she glanced across the neat paling ti
fence to where Mr. Peter Perri- k
man was busy gathering his Northern a
Spy apples. Mr. Perriman was a b
bachelor who lived with his widowed T
sister, Mrs. Tibbins, and her daughter, ti
Mary Ann, or May Annie, as she in- fi
sisted on being called. The one ai
crumpled rose leaf in Perriman's lot i a
was the style of cooking done by his in
sister and niece, whom he credited, b
deep in the recesses of his own mind, tl
with having as little facnlty for the a
culinary art as a pig has for playing a
checkers.
"If they would only give me plain v
bread an' meat, with potatoes, an' s 11
bit of pie to top off with, I'd be per
fectly content," he groaned inwardly, e
as he dispatched the mussy fricassees, r
sloppy hashes and "made-over" dishes, c
and the fearfully and wonderfully con- a
cocted puddings of his sister's produc- n
tion. But he made no audible com- 1
ments, for Peter possessed the virtue n
of eating what was set before him a
withou grumbling. Perhaps it would I
have been better had he done so, and
disabused his sister of the firmly I
grounded conviction that Peter would a
scorn the everyday fare which would a
have been amply satisfactory to May I
Annie and herself.
"If he would only be contented with t
plain, wholesome vittles, it would be I
far better for him and much less 1
trouble to us," she would sigh, as she I
stirred and mixed, and seasoned, at
the elaborate messes, which tried the
soul of Peter and injured i:is digestion,
as well as kept herself and daughter
in the kitchen for the best part of the
day. But, as already stated, Peter a
Perriman was not a grumbling man.
Neither was he a "ladies' man." In
fact, he had always been exdeedingly
shy of the "women folks," and while
Miss Barbara Brown had for years been
in the habit of visiting and receiving
visits from the Tibbinses with neigh
borly freedom, she had never had the
pleasure of exchanging as many as a
dozen words with Mr. Perriman in her
life. He had troubled himself very
little -about her indeed, except as to
the best means of keeping out of her
way when she called on his sister.
To-day, however, Mr. Perriman found
bindself in a rather unuusal mood.
Whether the mellowness of the apples
he was gathering communicated itself
to his feelings, or whether his obdurate
bacehelor heart was softened by the
gentle September sunshine is a matter
of unoertainty. At all events, after
casting several glances at Miss Brown's
window he remarked to himself:
'VThat woman looks kind of lone
some like, setting there all by herself.
Bus no wonder; staying shut up in the
house, darning or sewing on aday like
nths istead of being outdoors gath
apples.
'Come to think of it, she hasn't got
auy apples to gather. Just like a
woman," he grumbled. "Not an ap
pie tree about the place; nothing but a
lot of old gooseberry and currant
bushes, by way of fruitt Maybe she
couldn't help it, though, seeing she's
all alone. There now, maybe I'm a
booby, but I believe in my heart I'l
go take her a mess or so of these here
apples."
Mr. Perriman took a large tin pan
with which he had been gathering ap
pies, heaped it high with the rosy
fnit, carried it to Miss Brown's door,
and presented his fragrant offering
with a few hasty and not very applro
priate words
"And something did happen," she
breathed, ecstatically. "I just felt a
If it would, though I never dressed of
anything like this."
"And now I know what I'm going to
do to show my appreciatio. I'll make
the loveliest pie I know how ad snd
it over. I don't believe that peormansa
everr gets a taste of pie-say that's _lt
to eat Mrs. Tibbins says she and
tgy Anne snever have auy lue with
thaeir pies so they don't often make
'ea. And men folks are mostly so fond
of pie, to."
Miss Brown was one of those wOen
who bare a natural farulty sad love
for cooking, sat it she ez0sledn in
any one btranch 6 the st it was that
of patry. And the pie which sh eon'
structed out of a portio of thoe ap
ples and sent over to Mrs. Tibbins was
a masterpspe, as ely pfel
au any pe oidbe. It mas large i
deep and ample, th Ms ohdsmi
brown. melting ead 1iaseSI The Iu'
apices. A nuotly crimped border and
a spray of fern leaves cut into the
paste gave an artistic inish to the
dainty structure. Re
When Peter Perrimat's eyes beheld
Miss Brown's offering, when he tested
its undeniable excellence, dispatched T~,
a generous wedge of it and yearned
for more, a sentiment of gratitude to
the donor sprang up in his breast The
trite old saying that the way to a man's
heart is through his stomach proved
true in Peter's case at least, and in the
ardor of his feelings he offered to c
company his sister and niece for an
evening call on Miss Barbara, and even wee
plucked up the courage to carry her of 1
another donation of the choicest ap- on
ples his two-sore orchard produced. 1
Miss Barbara, attired in a nest lilac Job
satteen gown. and a large white apron Goe
with a red bow on the pocket, received s,
her visitors with smiling cordiality, so- pal
cepted the proffered fruit with a blush In
of delight, and served to her guests, to
I later on, a platter of plump, brown the
crullers, crisp and sugary, together '
with some tiny seed cookies, dainty thr
enough for a bird. Mr. Perriman's the
greatest weakness in the pastry line, it
next to pie, was for crullers, and Miss ten
t Barbara was certainly an adept in the fra
art of making them. bot
r "Tip-top-est crulls ever I eat." med- sill
itated the bachelor. "Barbara Brown p•
is a good cook. I'll bet a nickel she lin
s can cook meat an' vegetables as good tisi
r as she can pie an' erulls. 'N' then she's tal
sensible," continued Peter. "I hear bo
r her a-tellin' Tildy she'd ruther hey a chi
meal o' plain roast meat an' potaters, of
e with a good pie of some kind, or a bat- an
ter pudding, with dip mace, than all go
the rag-goos an' Frenehified messes tic
g that ever was put together. She's dii
good tempered, too. A body can se it
g that with half an eye, an' not bad cic
I- lookin', partickler about the mouth we
and eyes. Some way I like these
a blue-eyed, yaller-haired wimmin. of
d There's some vim about 'em. Seems of
r, to me she'd make a starin' nice wife gr
t- fur some feller that ain't too young-- w
e me, fur instance. I never thought ca
ºt much about it before, but seems like a an
is man hadn't bught to be a mizzable old TI
i, bachelder all his days, particklar when th
i, there's a nice singlesin lady handy that's ha
e sensible an' knows how to cook. Not w1
g as I want to marry a woman jest to
cause she can cook, but a good meal o' gl
n vittles goes a long way towards keep- th
a in' a man contented an' cheerful. w
r- "If she'll hey me-though like o
r, enough she won't-I've a notion to a
a, reek it. That last batch of griddle to
s, cakes of Tilda's lays heavy on my stom- lo
a- ch yet. Another dose of 'em'll give di
e- me the dyspepsy, sure as shooting. th
a- The only way out of it is fur me to th
ie marry, so there ain't no use in shilly- in
n shallying. Might yrWell pitch right sF
Id in, first as last, so here goes!" nt
id With an air of determination, Mr. fr
ly Perriman deposited his hoe by the side to
Id of the fence, mopped his brow, and tr
Id started toward Miss Brown's white- s3
iy painted cottage with resolute strides. Is
The door stood wide open, and through tl
Lh the screen Mr. Perriman could see p
be Miss Barbara Sitting briskly about in a
sa her tiny kitchen, and hear her singing, b
e in a clear voice, the old-time melody:
at 1" When shall I hear the bees a-hummin'
he 411 'round the comb?
n, When shall I hear the banjo tummin' le
or Down in my good ole home?' h
he She broke off suddenly at the sound rI
er of a rap on the door, and came forward y
in. with a pleased smile on her lip and in t;
In her eyes. y
rly "O, Mr. Perriman, I'll have to ask you v
ile in here, or my shortcake will burn," y
en she apologized, hastily, bringing forth (
ng a splint-bottomed chair, and placing it 1
rh- near the window, which was hung t
he with morning-glory vines, their purple a
aa cups still showing among the thick, E
ier green leaves. "I'm doing my Saturday a
Dry baking, you see," explained Miss
to Brown.
her But she got no further. Mr. Perri- i
man had his mind made up and had no l
md notion of dallying with his fate. Pop
od. ping the qustion did not seem so easy I
es a matter as it had a short time before,
Mlf but it must be done, he felt, and the
ate sooner it was over the better.
he "Miss Barbara," he blurted out
r looking her straight in the face, "I
er think you are a very selfish woman."
rn's Miss Barbara blushed furiously.
"I selfish?" she cried, aghast.
"e- "To be sure," nodded Peter, grow
elf ing more composed at her evident agi
he tation. "Don't you call it selfish to
ike be baking shortcake and boiling ham
th (it smells mighty good) for your Suan
day dinner,when your nest-sdoor neigh
got boris a poor old bachelder, who never
a has anything good aSundays-or amy
SP other day, for that matter?"
t a He.paused and looked at her psathet.
mt ically
she Miss Barbara had never had a pro
he's posal before, but with a woman's uan
f 5 erring instinct she knew what was
I'll coming.
•ere "Who is to blame beeause yoa are a
bachelor?" she asked with a tremulous
pn smile.
ap "Yb are,." declared Peter, boldly.
o sy "At least you will be if you don't
or, promise to marry me." He held both
rin her hanads by this time in a firm elasp.
Pro- "My shortcake is brningl Do let me
go," betgged Barbara.
he "Not until you answer me, if it
It as burns to a crisp," declared Mr. Perri
d of man, nathlesely. "Will youe be my
wife. Barbara? Yes or aot"
Atto Add how could may woman hold out
ske when her shorteake w as in eop1rdy?
end "Yes, Peter," murmured Mis Browr,
asa demorely.
's t And to this day, whnu Mrs Peter
and prriuse tells her young friends about
with herromanes, she alwqsedds "I jast
sake felt as if aiemtMhi was glotg toa
ond pea tlat mztraJ ha oroht over te
apples sandiss." lBt Mrsr Tibbias
soa shrewdly deasises it wat the apple pie
love thatbro ghtit allabett""lQ on.
d i keeping.
o cu- -Without this ,etdiaatld*.-tkAb -
eap- Iirhtful mornizal stat, rdienti that
was the lminaln of eteIifl i goiag tb
rieet rise, lie woald, to da t,em
sand into midnight r1
lenly pectation of D eung h ts. mi
"THE LOOKING G LASS." p
thel
Rev. 'W Talage Holds the Mirror our
Up to Mankind. obn
and
The Brass Laver Iu the Midst of the Tab
eruacle Suggestive of the Gospel,
Through the Medium of Which
Oar Faults are Refected. to 1
isb
this
The following discourse on "The
Looking Glass" was selected by Rev. nut
T. DeWitt Talmage for publication this
week. It is based on the text:
And he made the laver of brass, and the foot cut
of it was brass, of the looking-glasses of the
women assembllng.-Exodus xxxviii., . I
We often hear about the Gospel In ri
John, and the Gospel in Luke, and the not
Gospel in Matthew; but there is just so
as surely a Gospel of Moses, and a Gos- thu
pel of Jeremiah, and a Gospel of David. prt
In other words, Christ is as certainly th
to be found in the Old Testament as in cle'
-a
the New.
When the Israelites were marching the
through the wilderness they carried prc
their church with them. They called Pa:
it the tabernacle. It was a pitched rac
tent; very costly, very beautiful. The any
framework was made of forty-eight sor
boards of acacia wood set in sockets of thf
silver. The curtains of the plawe were cot
purple, and scarlet, and blue, and fine wa
linen, and were hung with most ar- 9li
tistic loops. The candlestick of that en'
tabernacle had shaft, and branch, and sa'
bowl of solid gold, and the figures of thi
cherubim that stood there had wings On
of gold; and there were lamps of gold, wi
and snuffers of gold, and tongs of ed
gold, and rings of gold; so that skep- ev
ticism has sometimes asked: Where sta
did all that precious metal come from? no
It is not my place to furnish the pre- no
cious stones; it is only to tell that they yo
were there. ha
I wish now more especially to speak ye
of the laver that was built in the midst yc
of that ancient tabernacle. It was a of
great basin from which the priests ca
washed their hands and feet. The water "
came down from the basin in spouts bc
and passed away after the cleansing. of
This laver or basin was made out of te
the loQoking-glasses of the women who ce
had frequented the tabernacle, and at
who had made these their contribution GI
to the furniture. These looking- of
glasses were not male of glass, but fr
they were brazen. The brass pr
was of a very superior quality 51
and polished until . it reflected tI
easily the * features of those who 01
looked into it. So that +his laver of Ji
looking glasses spoken of in my text ai
did double work; it not only furnished
the water In which the priests washed it
themselves, but it also, 'on its shin- ol
ing, polished surface, pointed out the fr
spots of pollution on the 4ace which vi
needed ablution. Now, m' Christian w
friends, as everything in that ancient tl
' tabernacle was suggestive of religious J
truth, and for the most part positively e,
symbolical of truth, I shall take that fl
laver of looking-glasses spoken of in I1
the text as all-suggestive of the GJos- fi
e pel, which first shows us our sins as in a
a mirror, and then washes them away -
by Divine ablution. a
Oh, happy day, happy day, t
When Jesus washed my sins away! t
I have to say that this is the only n
looking-glass in which a man can see a
himself as he is. There are some mir- I
I rors that flatter the features, and make
you look better than you are. Then t
n there are other mirrors that distort t
your features, and make you look 1
n worse than you are: but I want to tell r
," you that this looking-glass of the s
Gospel shows a man just as he is. I
it When the priests entered the ancient
ag tabernacle, one glance at the burnished E
le side of this laver showed them their
k, need of cleansing; so the Gospel 4
sy shows the soul its need of di- i
.s vine washing. "All have sinned and 4
come short of the glory of God." That I
ri- is one showing. "All we, like sheep,
no have gone astray." That is another
p- showing. "From the crown of the
ay head to the sole of the foot there is no
re, health in us." That is another show
he ing. The world calls these defects,
imperfections. or eccentricities, or
t, erratic behavior, or "wild oats," or
*I "high living," but the Gospel calls
them sin, transgression, filth-the
abominable thing that God hates. It
was just one glance at that mirror that
iw made Paul cry out: "Oh, wretched man
gi- that I am, who shall deliver me from
to the body of this death?" and that made
m David cry out: "Purge me with hys
an- sop. and I shall be clean;" and that
b- made Martin Luther cry out: "Oh,
er my sins, my sins!" I am not talking
ny about bad habits. You and I do not
need any Bible to tell us that bad
et habits are wrong, that blasphemy and
evil-speaking are wrong. But. I am
ro talking of a sinful nature, the source
an of all bad thoughts, as well as of bad
as actions. The Apostle Faul calls their
roll in the first chapter of Romans.
a They are a regiment of death encamp
s ing around every heart, holding it in
a tyranny from which nothing but the
ly. grace of God can deliver it.
n't Here, for instance, is ingratitude.
th Who has not been guilty of that sin?
p. If a man hands us a glass of water, we
mo say: "Thank you:" but for the ten
thousand mercies that we are every
Sit day receiving from the hand of God,
*ri- little expression of gratitude-for
my thirst alaeked, for hunger fed, for
shelter, and sunshine, and sound sleep
oat and lothes to wear--bow little thanks!l
r I suppose there as men Dtpy year of
ra, age who have never yet been down on
thsei kMne ein thsmksiingafto God for
a lis goodness Besides that iugrati
mo tade of our hearts, there is pride
u(st (who a not felt it?)--pride that will
mop not abmIt to God; that waits ita d own
the way- sturae that prefers wrong
bias sometis lasiteed of right-that pre
pie far to wallow nastead ef tc up. Ido
mtestcase what yeou call that; I am not
gi te qrrUlrt with say theologIan,
crsw sursmanho mnahetaso naosa
mae to giegy. I do not ea. whether
lhat you an it "total depravity or sam
gtoo thingele; IsliaylasksthemaeancSe
ker n t uin' 9aa Weid, armed sad
ea- y the expelsuse .B
ci Cathrsi poplee the
It4 h. ies beve rs waut hdosteil
-t \ am Wbhrsabadu
ii-··~
tur. We were born with it. We got 1 The.
it from our parents; they got it from but
their parents. Our thoughts are wrong, deni
our action is wrong; our whole life is tian
obnoxious to God before conversion; ness
and after conversion, not one good pray
thing in us but that which the grace kinc
of God has planted and fostered. easy
"Well," you say, "I cant't believe that cone
to be so." Ahr my dear brother, that of ti
is because you have never looked into silk
this laver of looking-glasses. it.
If you could catch a glimpse of your witl
natural heart before God, you would Bibl
cry out in amazement and alarm. The you
very first thing this gospel does is to the
cut down our pride and self-sufficiency at a
If a man does not feel his lost and thai
ruined condition before God, he does tha
not want any GospeL I think the rea- fact
son that there are so few conversions in vasi
this day is because the tendency of the full
preaching is to make men believe that are
they are pretty good anyhow-quite for
clever, only wanting a little fixing up sloT
-a few touches of Divine grace, and ofI
then you will be all right; instead of fll
proclaiming the broad, deep truth'that anc
Payson and Whitefield thundred to a sac
race trembling on the verge of infinite roo
and eternal disaster. "Now," says ton
some one, "can this really be true? Is not
there no good in us?" In Hampton fee
court I saw a room where the four loo
walls were covered with looking
glasses, and it made no differ- tw
ence which way you looked, you
saw yourself. And so it is in th
this Gospel of Christ. If you led
once step within its full precincts you av
will find your whole character reflect- and
ed; every feature of moral depravity; of
every spot of moral taint. If I under
stand the Word of God, its first an
nouncement is that we are lost. 1 care be
not, my brother, how magnificently
you may have been born, or what may go
have been your heritage or ancestry, pri
you are lost by reason of sin. "But," me
t you say. "what is the use of all this- bu
s of showing a man's faults when he Ge
Scan't get rid of them?" None! z
r "What was the use of that cis
s burnished surface to that laver th
of looking-glasses spoken of in the sa
f text, if it only showed the spots on the th
o countenance and the need of washing. ne
and there was nothing to wash with?" on
a Glory be to God, I find that this laver so
of looking-glasses was filled with ha
t fresh water every morning, and the sp
, priest no sooner looked on its burnished to
y side and' saw his meed of cleansing, re
d then he washed and was clean-glori- a,
ous type of the Gospel of my Lord th
f Jesus. that first shows a man his sin, in
,t and then washes it all away. a
d I want you to notice that this laver fe
d in which the priest washed-the laver ti
1- of looking-glasses-was filled with t
e fresh water every morning. The ser- p
h vants of the tabernacle brought the tl
n water in buckets and poured it into p
it this laver. So it is with the Gospel of e,
ia Jesus Christ; it has a fresh salvation
Ly every day. It is not a stagnant pool f,
it filled with accumulated corruptions. l
in It is living water, which is brought Ii
s- from the eternal rock to wash c
in away the sins of yesterday tV
iy -of one moment ago. "Oh," a
says some one, "I was a Christian t
twenty years ago!" That does not v
mean anything to me. What are you c
ly now? We are not talking, my brother, a
ee about pardon ten years ago, but about a
ir- pardon now-a fresh salvation. Sup- n
ke pose a time of war should come, h
en and I could show the government I
irt that I had been loyal to it a
nk twelve years ago, would that excuse a
'11 me from taking an oath of allegiance I
he now? Suppose you ask me about my t
is. physical health, and I should say I was
nt well fifteen years ago-that does not
ed say how I am now. The Gospel of
ir Jesus Christ comes and demands pres- 1
el ent allegiance, present fealty, present
di- moral health; and yet how many
nd Christians there are seeking to live en
mat tirely in past experience of present 1
ep, mercy and pardon! When I was on 1
mer tihe sea, and there came up a great
he storm, and officers and crew and pas
no sengers all thought we must go down,
w- I began to think of my life in
s, surance, and whether, if I were
or taken away, my family would
or be cared for; and then I thought.
Is is the premium paid up? and I
the said: Yeas. Then I felt comfortable.
It Yet there are men who, in religious
at matters, are looking back to past in
an surance. They have let it run out, and
m they have nothing for the present, no
de hope nor pardon-falling back on the
Lys- old insurance policy of ten, twenty,
hat thirty years ago. If I want to find out
Oh, how a friend feels toward me, do I go
lng to the drawer and find some old yellow
tot letter written to me ten or twelve
bad years ago? No; I go to the letter
and that was stamped the day before
am yesterday in the post office, and
rce I find how how he feels toward me.
had It is not in regard to old communica
eir tions we had with Jesus Christ; it is
nas. communications we have now. Are
mp- we not in sympathy with Him this
. in morning, and is He not in sympathy
the with us? Do not spend so much of
your time hunting in the wardrobe for
de. the old, worn out shoes of Christian
ina? profession. Come this morning and
we take the glittering robe of Christ's
ten righteousness from the Saviour's hand.
ery You say you were plunged in the foun
od, tain of the Savior's mercy a quarter of
for a century ago. That is nothing to me;
for I tell you to wash now in this laver
ep, of looking-glasses and have your soul
uks! made clean.
I of I notice, also, in regard to this laver
aon of looking-glasses spoken of in the
for text, that the priests always washed
rati- both hands and feet The water came
uride down in spouts, so that, without learv
will ing any flth in the bin, the priest
own washed bobh h ind and feet. to the
rag Gospel of Jesus Christ mnst·touch the
Pre very extremities of our moral natue.
Ido A mAan n not rinse .6 a small part
not of his soul and say: "Now, this
nbl is to be a garden in which I
lons will have all the fraits and owers of
thar Christian character, while outside it
Sabsheall be the devil's eommoas" No,
naee no it 4U be all garden or none. I
at very good man, except in petiles."
the 'Then he is net good ma~k AreZigin
eI that will get take a man through san
a h iat.h i M iJune. uly sad ,limant
They say he is a useful sort of a man,
but he overreaches in a bargain. I 02M
deny the statement. If he is a Chris
tian anywhere, he will be in his busi- If
ness. It is very easy to be good int if e
prayer meeting, with surroundings tion
kindly and blessed, but not so ma,
easy to be a Christian behind the and
counter, when by one skillful twitch wit]
of the goods you can hide a flaw inthe life
silk so that the customer can not see in
it. It is very easy to be a Christian ss,
with a psalm book in your hand and a is g
Bible in your lap, but not so easy when tioi
you can go into a shop and falsely ell wh,
the merchant you can get those goods ma
at a cheaper rate in another store, so lin
that he will sell them to you cheaper the
than he can afford to sell them. The the
fact is, the religion of Christ is all-per- to
vasive. If you rent a house, you expect I,
full possession of it. You say: "Where V
are the keys of those rooms? If I pay in
for this whole house, I want posses- sel:
sion of those rooms." And the grace ma
of God when it comes to a soul takes wh
full possession of a man, or goes away to
and takes no possession. It will ran- the
sack every room in the heart, every me
room in the life, from cellar to attic, bid
touching the very extremities of .his fer
nature. The priests washed hands and me
feet he
I remark, further, that this laver of sth
looking-glasses spoken of in the text he
was a very large laver. I always he
thought, from the fact that so many tic
washed there, and also from the fact
that Solomon afterward, when hey cop
ied that laver in the temple, builifit on hi
a very large scale, that it was large;
and so suggestive of the Gospel he
of Jesus Christ and salvation by Him- a
vast in its provisions. The whole world inI
may come and wash in this laver and
be clean.
When our civil war had passed, the us
government of the United States made
proclamation of pardon to the com
mon soldiery in the confederate army, o5
but not to the chief soldiers! The e3
Gospel of Christ does not act in that '
way. It says pardon for all, but espe
cially for the chief of sinners. I do not I
r think of a single passage that says a
e small sinner may be saved, but I do m
e think of passages that say a great sin
ner may be saved. If there be sins T
only faintly-hued, just a little tinged, al
so faintly colored that you can
h hardly see them, there is no m
'e special pardon promised in the Bible si
d for those sins; but if they be glaring, n
red like crimson, then they shall be as
snow. Now, my brother, I do not state t
d this to put a premium upon great S
1, iniquity. I merely say this to encour
age that man, whoever he is, who
W feelshe is so far gone from God that T
'r there is no mercy for him. I want to
,h tell him there is a good chance. Why,
r- Paul was a murderer; he assisted at a
ie the execution of Stephen; and yet a
to Paul was saved. The dying thief did v
of everything bad. The dying thief was a
n saved. Richard Baxter swore dread- I
of fully; but the grace of God met d
3- him, and Richard Baxter was saved. I
Itt is a vast laver. Go and tell
sh everybody to come and wash in it. Let
ay them come up from the penitentiaries
0," and wash away their crimes. Let
an them come up from the almhouseq and c
wot wash away their poverty. Let them
on come up from their graves and wash 1
ir, away their death. If there by anyone
ut so worn out in sin that he cap not get
'P- up to the laver, you will take hold of
ie, his head, and put your arms around
nt him, and will take hold of his feet,
it and we will plunge him in this glori
ise ous Bethesda, the vast laver of God's
ce mercy and salvation. In Solomon's
ny temple there were ten layers and
as one molten sea-this great reser
lot voir in the midst of the temple
of filled with water-these lavers and
es- this molten sea adorned with figuresof
;nt palm-branch, and oven and lions and
eny cherubim. This fountain of God's
en- mercy is a vaster molten sea than
ent that. It is adorned not with palm
on branches, but with the wood of the
eat cross; not with cherubim, but with the
as- wings of the Holy Ghost; and arounid
vn. its great rim all the race may come and
in- wash in the molten sea. I was read
ere ing the other day of Alexander the
n1d Great, who, when he was very thirsty
ht. and standing at the head of the army,
I had brought to him a eup of water. He
le. looked off upon his host and said: "I
as can not drink this, my men are all
in- thirsty;" and ne dashed it to the
md ground. Blessed be God! there is
no enough water for all the hosts-enough
the for captain and host. "Whosoever will
ty, may come and take of the water of life
out freely"-a laver broad as the earth,
go high as the heavens, and deep as hell
ow I saw one hanging on a tree,
ve in agony and blood,
Who fixed His languid eyes on me,
ter As near His cross I stood.
Oh. never till my latest heath
and Will I forget that look!
me. He seemed to charge me with His death,
ica Though not a word He spoke.
t is And that is all for you! Oh, can you
Are not love Him? Come around this laver,
this old and young. It is so burnished you
thy can see your sins; and so deep you can
Sof wash them all away. Oh, mourner,
for here bathe your braised soul; and sick
tian one, here cool your hot temples in this
and laver. Peace! Do not cry any more,
ist's dear soull Pardon for all thy sins,
nd. comfort for all thy afictions. The
un- black cloud that hung thundering over
ir of Sinai has floated above Calvary, and
me; burst into the shower of a Saior's
aver tears.
soul I saw in Kensington garden a picture
of Waterloo a good while after the bat
aver tie had pasaed, and the grams had
the Igrown all over the feld. There was a
shed dismounted cannon, and a lamb had
me come up from the pmstm ae alay sleep
Lesv- ing in the mouth of that eneon. So
ies the artist had repiseated it*a mot
e suggestive thing. Then I thought
the how the war between God and ths
lue. soul had ended; and, lasteadd the am
pmt nouacemsent, "The wages of shi is
this death," there came the words, "My
h I peace I give unto thee;" and amidst the
rs of batteries of the law that had cues
I it qalsed withthe fiery bil of dbsth, I
No, beheld the Lamb of God which taleth
. I away the sin of the wo~rld.
I wwat dsJeSusa I w5,
hWears satmwer, saul sea
k an -The talentei Zmmaermnan tse a
any t of "Soaitude, ease hisdays in a
meadIass .1 W$lldumtIs
THE NEW WOVMAE
plasters Likely to anse if hs O 1tan -
ts Try to laval Men. sav
If the human race is to esEdre,~ tejd
If civilization is to advance, the I .
tions between the sexes mans not
manently be relations of rivalry. Mn
and women were not made to skunggis to r
with one another for the advantages of
life, but mutually to aid one another ,j
in reaping those advantages. Tet r
"sweet love" of which the poet siaks
is given as the reward of raght rneb
tions between man and woman; and,
where other guidance is lacking, we
m ay profitably ask w hether any given t
line of conduct tends to th gainiang or
the sacrificing of that reward. If to
the former, then it may safely be said
to be right conduct; if to the latter,
wrong.
What it is clear that man has to do
in these later days is to frame to him
self a higher and completer ideal of
manhood than he has hitherto on the
whole entertained, and try to live up
to it. The awakened womanhood of
the age-when allowance has been
made for all that is hysterical and molas ba
bid and heartless in contemporary
feminine utterances - summons him deI
most clearly and distinctly to walk fo
henceforth on higher levels in the ms
strength of a nobler self-controL 'hen thi
he has to recognize in the fullest
sense, without a particle of reserve- ref
tion, that he has in woman not a "p
weaker shadow of himself, not a re- to
Sfection of his glory nor a minister to tra
his pleasures, but a divinely bestowed FL
helpmeet, to whom special powers and -
1 faculties have been imparted for the in- sei
terpretation of truth and the beautify- ph
ing of life. tw
The ancient Germans, Tacitus tells la
us, used to recognize a certain Divine ph
e power of intuition in their women, and
if they did it was probably not with- he
out capse. The phenomenon is not an ev
extinct one in our own day, and we pF
venture to say that its frequency will th
wax or wane asecording to the respect ,
paid not by man only, but by woman p=
a herself, to all in her nature that is
1 most distinctive of womanhood. It is i
r far from certain that woman always _
i recognizes what her own best giftsare; r
and there is, in our opinion, a specific ',
n danger lest, in her new-born zeal for a to
masculine equipment of knowledge. in
e she relegate to an inferior place that
. native truth of perception which is of in
more importance, we may almost say, T
o than all formal knowledge.-Popular
St Science Monthly.
THE SIZE OF ATOMS.
10 ti
at They Can Not Be Discovered By the Naled
to Eye.
y. Science informs us that all bodies t
at are composed of atoms and molecules, b
,et atoms being the smallest particles into h
lid which matter in general can be divided, e
as and molecules the smallest particles E
,d- into which any particular body can be
ant divided without losing its identity.
id. For instance, the smallest perticles of
all salt which are able to retain the prop- t
,t erties of salt are,molecules, but such
ies molecules may be split up into parti
.et cles composed of sodium and particles
nd composed of chlorine, and these ele
em mentary particles, which can not again
ash be divided, are atoms.
me But no one has ever been able to see,
get or distinguish, a molecule or an atom.
of Yet the possibility of their being ren
nd dered visible has more than once been
t, discussed. Only a short time ago such
a- discussion occurred at a meeting of
d's the Physical society in London, and
n's reasons were then shown for believing
ad that molecules are not indefinitely
eF- small in comparison with the wave
pie length of light, which averages some
Wad thing like one-flfty-thousandth of an
sot inch.
mad Ten or eleven years ago Sir William
d's Thomson, now Lord Kelvin, Investi
isn gated the question of the actual sise of
Im- atoms and molecules, and came to the
the conclusion that, at the largest, they
the might be one-twenty-five-millionth of
id an inch in diameter! That would make
md them so small that five hundred could
d- lie in a row within the length of a
the wave of light.
sty It is difficult to imagine that erti
cles so minute should ever be rendered
He visible to human eyes, and yet, as has
"I just been remarked, the possibility of
all seeing them is occasionally discussed
the by n of science.
is Bunf such a feat of seeing ever is
agh performed, it will certainly prove to
willbe something more than a mere grati
life ication of curiosity. Manyofthe most
rth, recondite questions in selence would
ieU be suddenly illuminated by the discov
ery of a means of watching an atom as
we can now watch a rotifer under the
microcope.-Youth's Companion.
The Dress 85 ies.
b, The traveling bag known as the
dress suit ease was originated about
you thirty-five years ago. For alboet thirty
ver, years it was used almost exclusiveldy
you for the purpose indicated by its name.
an About five years ago it began to grow
ner, in favor as a beg for general mue and
sick its sale as suach has sinae ineesed
this rapidly. Its thinness made it ealer to
sore, carry and it was less wearing on the
sins, clothes of the person carrying it
The Things packed well in it and it wa a
over convenient bag to stow under a berth
ad in a sleeping car; and it cosmmended it
ur's self generally as an all-round bag. It
was said at a well-known traunk and
tre bag establishment that of all the tav
atb- ling bags of that size now cd, probe
had bly fifty per cent are dremss sutt eases
rs a Probably less than ten per cent. of
ad these are bought for use as regular
P traveling bags. They are made tin varl
oua sizes and depths, the deeper oes
m t being known as deep dressm suit ase
h They aresold at varloes pries p to a
Sthe high as twenty-five dollars Sr a S -
Sal·ligstor.-N. Y. Sun.
t "I am not rieh," he mid, "but i _th
a devotion of a true and ter he
th,  goes ~o anything with y, "s
sreth Clara-"
with apenaUve look on bIe mee,' i
But how wMl it a with the b ~~
the bala#, the grdws 2hine p
It:-. ':
prr**. AND - T -T . -
-..Shadent~ 4 e as diwes, tb
--"Ar ethesgotes fet dUA" she t
of the mew letrk. "Yes, Ide You
ought to e .them when they once trt
to rus."--Wm~ sta Star.
-The Summer Yaeatslton.-'What
makes you take summer vactios?
or change an rest." "Yes, the hoe
waiters pt the hsange and the land 4
lords get therest!"
-"'Ithiak Ihasvei resedinweiht,
but desreased m height" "Oh, rot
One never knows bow short be is till
be returns frees his amr aetl."
--n ben t ues N"
--Tee..-"Dee p. ms 's wilea
uWs have the last wrd? Ctimesm-n
bsk-"Tyu mseem W r , as~n, that
Gallivan is a prafesdioal pgIsti"
Yonkers Statesma.
-Mand-"Of meeose the Ewlaidan
that Sibyl married had a se torums
and a crest" Mare-" se bhd a coat
otf-rms, but had lost his ereat; he had
been married tos.er"--ookl'r-al.
O-Figg--"What pesetr man Dan
der is. He has a eo ln acontempt
for anybody who de't know as
much as he does." l -"I should
think he woe."---Best ''asuap.
-Tailor (to collctor who has just
returned from a ltsid7 estomer)-
"Well, did he seem very aurpas ed
to see your Coil the ooa
trary, he asked a to M1 again."
i Fliegende Bletter.
--De E -am -"uek to town so
- soon?" srue- ..Tl'ra-"Ye We
played in Plunk ills to deadhad, and
two of them brought sut sgarstt stor
Sloss of their time in witnessing the
e play."-Indianapoll45J51nal
- -Mamma - "Oh, Frank! I've just
heard that small-pox s about What
ever would you do it baby caught it?
SFramk-"By Jove! Never thought of
l that! Give me my hat, I'll go and et
t vaccinated at oneel"--St. Pal Pioneer
M Press.
-Mrs. Anderson-"Soyor daughter
a Is studying for the stage? Mrs. Brown
'--"Yes, and she is progresing very
rapidly." "How far has she got?"
S"h8be has already hsd her photograph
a taken as Lady Macbeth."-Tas Sift
inas.
Lt -Teacher--"What is the largest city
in the world?" Beholar - "Chicago."
' Teaheber - "Oh, no; London is the
largest" Scholar-"I grams not, sand I
ought to know; we've got a Chicago
drummer boarding at our house."--De
troit Free Press.
4 --"I thought I had me maa,"mid the
ow York deteetivs "But it didn't
a take him long to convince me that be
i had never been here before." How did
tohe do it?" "Unonsc~iouly. Be asked
me where you could get a drink on
8unday."--Washington Star.
be -"Willie has takentosmokiagoliga`
y- ettes," said Mrs. Closegrip, to her lord
f and master, when he cam ebose from
'P the office. "All right," growled the
Oh old msa, "let him smoke'emlf he wants
- to. Cigarettes are heap, and he woa't
La be outrowing his elths s fast."
1e Indianapolis Journal
in --Jack (rapturcsly)-"Now,darding,
will you please name the happy day?"
es, Minnie (blushinsgly)-"Three wekss
in. from Thursday, Jack." Norab, the
n- kitoen-mad (through the keyhole)
en "Av you plane. miss, th/at's mas ug'
ch day out. Ye'll hve to get meedin
nd the early part of the wake"--it Bit.
ing A GREAT CAT, THIS.
ely
ive Now ]iaeiMse 4$sd .5 W5Wow
SCustom House Broker Jeaes tells a
good cat sad rat story, and he vq.17
for the truth of it. The fet is, heas
told it so often that he really beIie'
of it himself, if o one else wil.
the Mr. Jones formerly had charge of a
e grain warehouse that was ilested
with rats-gret big gry fellows, wth
ke bobbed tails and ears fringed him
..d A hting
S "I bad to get rid of them ina me
way," says Mr. Jones, "for t# ost to
rt- much to feed them and repair the dam
d age they did. Why, em of thsem fel
tows wLuald gnaw the sidee a buglar
Sproof safe out in a night. I tried traps,
but I think one rat would bhold opena
the trap while aneotr stole thek ase
SThen they would spring it. Piaally, I
Sleft the t raps open, and esslomaiy
would finad e set and bited with an
old ehew S toksee or •a si strb.
Ia think tho rate has sore ided
o "I was telling a friea about my
t roWbles one day, and be vuluatered
to lend me his Maltee maeusr, seat
big nervos tfelow, withr3paty da
anng. I was afr the &tras would be
the too eauning for him, burt hris owner a
mat sured me that he would clan them ouat
rely "Tbhe bRat morning I put him in the
m e. warehouse I heard some racan sad
row runnirg, ad on peekarg out mw that
and est playing with sgreat big rat. They
ed were mrling over and over eah other,
r to and enjoying the ifun hugel. That
the mad me hot, bat I left them to their
itfun. The next morning theoswr mre
nar a oise than befosre, and I sw tweSnt or
urth thirty rat e bhasing around having ten
Sit. with that cat. On the third mermng
It there must have been ounpleheanded
ad of them, and everyone w artr .
ra- barral of t An wth that at pulling h i
woba- whiars, his eams sad bis tlL
ases. "e neat maQnng ther was ae
t. of noise, but there were threm bun.
isul sad savetio we ba e t l..t.d
van- conames lsylon thl.aieu botre
ons de sql. The cat wae rwbayterte.
mass. He waed till be gpeteR Otthee pat
toas plaiylng ad killed ewey t k tre
inee plao.-e.Sa* ?*in51dA
f h a wa thete Zei
Uio i~aL;Y~r

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