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*r I a SERMON ON PICTURES. IHiatthe Rev. Dr. Talmage has to Say t, ALbou A in and Other Works *«,* of Art. BBOOKLYN, Oct. 28.—The subject of Dr Talmage's discourse was "The Divine Mis «ion or Pictures. His text was Isaiah, Ch. 2, parts of the 12th and 16th verses—"The way of the Lord of Hosts shall be upon all pleas ant pictures." He said: Pictures are by Borne relegated to the tealm of the trivial, accidental, sentimental or worldly, but my text Bhows that God scrutinizes pictures, and whether they are good or bad, whether used for right or wrong purposes, is a matter of divine obser vation and arraignment. The divine mission of pictures is my sub Ject. That the artist's pencil and the engraver's knife have sometimes been made subservient toHhe kingdom ofthe bad is frankly admitted. After the ashes and scoria were removed from Herculaneum and Pompeii the walls ol those «ities discovered to the explorers a degrada tion in art which cannot be exaggerated. Satan and all his imps have always wanted the fingering of the easel they would rather have possession of that than the art of printing, for types are not so po tent and quick for evil as pictures. The powers of darkness think they have gained a triumnh, and they have, when in some re spectable parlor or public gallery they can hang a canvass embarrassing to the good, but fascinating to the evil. It is not in the spirit of prudery, but back ed up by God's eternal truth when I say that you have no right to hang in your art looms or dwelling houses tha4- which would be offensive to good people if the figures were «Jiveinyour parlor and the guests of your household. A picture that you have to hang in a somewhat secluded place, or that in a •public hall you cannot T*ith a group of friends deliberately stand before and discuss, ought to have a knife stabbed into it at the top and cut through to the bottom, and a stout finger •thrust in on the right side ripping clear through to the left. Pliny, the elder, lost his life by going near enough to see the inside of Vesuvius, and the further you can stand off from the burning crater of sin, the better. Never till the books of the last day are opened shall we know what has been the dire 'harvest of evil pictorials and unbecoming art alleries. Despoil a man's imagination and becomes a moral carcass. The show windows of English and American cities in which the low theaters have sometimes hung long lines oi brazen actors and actresses in «tyles insulting to all propriety have made a broad paxh to death for multitudes of people. But so have all the other arts been at times buborned of evil. How has music been bedraggled! Is there any place so low down in dessoluteness that Into it 1ms not been cairied David's harp, Handel's organ, and Gott&ehalk's piano and Ole Bull's violin and the flute, which though named alter so insignificant a thing as the Sicilian eel, which has seven spots on the side like flute holes, yefc for thousands of years has had an exalted mission. Architecture, born in the heart of Him who made the worlds, under its arches and across its floors what bac chanalian revelries have been enacted' It is not against any of these arts that they have been so led into captivity "What a poor "world this would be if were not for what my text calls '"pleasant pictures!" I refer to your knowledge of the Holy Scriptures has not been mijilitly augmented by the wood cuts or enaiavmgs the old family Bible, which father and mother read out of, and laid on the table in the old homestead wnen you were boys and girls. The Bible •scenes T\ hich we all carry in our minds were not gotten from the Bible typology, but from the Bible pictures. To prove the truth of-it in my own case, the other day I took up the old family Bible which I in herited. Sure enough, what I have carried in my mind of Jacob's ladder and so with Samson carrying off the gates of Gaza Elisha restoring the Shunamite's son the massacre of the innocents Chnst blessing little children the crucifixion and the last judgment. My Idea of all these is thnt of the old Bible en gravings which I scanned before I could read a word. That is true with nine-tenths you. If I eould swing open the door of your foreheads I would find that you are walking picture galleries. The great intelligence abroad about the Bible did not come from the general reading of the book, for the majority of the people read it but little.'if they read it at all but all the sacred "scenes have been put before the great masses, and not printer's ink, but the pictorial art must have the credit of the achievement First, painter's pencil for the favored few, and then engraver's plate or woodcut for millions' What overwhelming commentary on the Bible, what reinforce ment for patriarchs, prophets, apostles and Christ, what distribution of Scripture knowl edge of all nations in the paintings and en gravings therefrom ofHoJmanHunt's "Christ in the Temple Paul Veronese's "Magdalen Washing the Feet of Christ Raphael's "Michael, the Archangel Albert Durer's "Dragon ofthe Apocalypse Michael Angelo's "Plague of the Fiery Serpents Tmtoret's "Flight into Egj^pt Rubens' "Descent from the Cross," Leonardo Da Vinci's "Last Sup per Claude's "Queen of Sheba," Bellini's "Ma donna of Uilan," Orcagna's "Last Judg ment," and hundreds of miles of pictures if they were put line, illustrating, displaying, dramatizing, irradiating Bible truths until the Scriptures are to-day so much on paper as on canvass not so much on ink as in all the cdlors of the spectrum. In 18S3 forth from Strasburg, Germany, there came a child that was to eclipse in speed and boldness and grandeur anything and everything that the world had seen since the first color appeared on the slty at the creation, Paul Gustav Dore. At eleven years of age he published marvelous lithographs of himself. Saying nothing of what he did for Milton's "Paradise Lost," emblazoning it on the attention of the world, he takesT»p the Book of Books, the monarch of literature, the Bible, and in his (pictures "The Creation of Light," "The Trial of Abraham's Faith," "The Burial of Sarah," "Joseph Sold by His Brethren," "The Brazen Serpent," "Boaz and Ruth." "David and Goliath," "The Transfigura tion," "The Marriage in Cana," "Baby don Fallen," and 250 Scriptural scenes in all, •with a boldness and a grasp and almost su pernatural afflatus that make the heart throb, and the brain reel, and the tears •start, and the the cheeks blanch, and the •entire nature quake with the tremendous things of God and eternity and the dead. I .actually staggered down the steps of the iLondon art gnllery under the power of Dore's "Christ leaving the Practorium." Profess you to be a Christian man or woman, and seen •divine mission in art, and acknowledge you mo obligation either in thank* to God or •man? It is no more thp word of God when put be fore us the printer's ink than by skillfully lay ting on of colors, orr designs onmentalthrough incision or corrosion. What a lesson in mo rale was presented by Hogarth, the painter, in his two pictures, "The Rake's Progress," and the "Miser's Feast and by Thomas Cole's engravings of the "Voyage of Human Life," and the "Course of Empire," and by "Turner's Slave Ship," God in art! Christ dn art! Patriarchs, prophets and apostles in art! Angela in .art! Heaven in art! The world and the church ought to come to the higher appreciation of the divine mis sions of pictures, yet the .author* of them tr&m* •**&>«*****• have generally been left to semi-starvatioo'. West, the great painter, toiled in unapj»eci ation till, being a great skater, while oa the ice he formed the acquaintance of Gem Howe of the British army, and thrpugh coming to admire West as a skater, they gradually came to appreciate as much that which he accomplished by his hand as by his heel. Poussin, the mighty painter, was pur sued, and had nothing with which to defend himself against the mob but the artist's pottfolio, which he held over his head to keep off the stones hurled at him. The pictures of Richard Wilson.^pf England, sold for fabulous sums of money after his death, but the living painter was glad to get for his "Alcyone" a ycce of Stilton cheese. From 1640 to 1643 there were 4.600 pictures will fully destroyed. In the reign of Queen Eliza beth it was the habit of some people to spend much of their time in knocking pictures to pieces. In the reign of Charles the First it was ordered by parliament that all pictures of Christ be burnt. Painters were so badly treated and humili ated in the beginning of the 18th century that they were lowered clear down out of the sublimity of their art, and obliged to give minute accounts of what they did with their colors, as a painters bill which came to- pub lication in Scotland, in 1707, indicated. The painter had been touching up some old pic tures in the church, and he sendifm this item ized bill to the vestry: "To filling up a chink in the Red sea and repairing the damages to Pharaoh's hosts "to a new pair of hands lor Daniels in the lion's den, and anew set of teeth for the lioness "tc repairing Nebuch adnezzar's beard "to giving a blush to the cheek of Eve on presenting the apple to Adam "to making a bridle for the Good Samaritan's horse and mending one of his legs "to putting on a new handle on Moses' basket and fitting bulrushes, and adding more fuel to the fire in Nebuchadnezzar's fur nace." So painters were humiliated clear down below the majesty of their art. The oldest picture* in England, a portrait of Chaucer, though now of great value, was picked out of a lumber garret. Great were the trials of Quentin Matsys, who toiled on from Blacksmith's anvill till as a painter he won wide recognition. The first missionaries to Mexico made the fatal mistake of destroying pictures, for the loss of which art and religion must ever lament. But why go so far back when in this year of our Lord, 1888, and within 12 years of the 20th century, to be a painter, except in rare exceptions, means poverty and neglect? poorly ted, poorly clad, poorly housed, because poorly appreciated! When I hear a man is a painter, I have two feel ings, one of admiration lor the greatness of his soul, and the other of commiseration for the needs of his body. But so it has been all departments of noble work. Some of the mightiest have been hardly treated. Oliver Goldsmith had such a big patch on the coat over his left breast that when he went anywhere he kept Ms hat in his hand closely pressed over the patch. The woild renowned Bishop Asbury had a salary of $64 a year. Painters are not the only ones who have endured the lack of appreciation. Let men oi wealth take under their patronage the suffering men of art. They lift no complaint they make no strike for higher wages. But with a keenness of ner vous organization Avhich almost always characterizes genius, these artists suffer more than anyone but God can realize. There needs to be a concerted effort for the suffer ing artists of America, not sentimental dis course about what we owe to artists, but contracts that give them a livelihood for I am in full sympathy with the Christian farm er, who WPS very busy gathering his fall ap ples, and someone asked him to pray for a poor familv, the father of which had broken his leg and the busy farmer said: "I cannot Rtop now to pray, but you can go down into the cellar and get some corned beef, and but ter, and eggs, and potatoes that is all I can do now." Artists may wish for our prayers, but they also want piaetical help from men who can sive them work. You have heard scores of sermons for all other kinds of suffering men and women, but I think this is the first sermon ever preached that made a plea for the suffering men and women of American art. Their work is more true to nature and hie than any of the mas terpieces that have become immortal on the other side of the sea, but it is the fashion of Americans to mention foreign artists, and to know little or nothing about our own Copley, and Allston, and Inman, and Green ough, and Kenset. Let the affluent fling out of their windows and into the back yard valueless daubs on canvas, and call in these splendid but unrewarded men, and tell them to adorn your walls, not only with that which shall please the taste, but enlarge the mind and improve the morals and save the souls of those who gaze upon them. Brooklyn, and all other American cities, need great galleries of art, not only open annuallv for a few days on exhibition, but which shall stand open all the year round, and from early morning until 10 o'clock at night, and free to all who would come and «o. What a preparation for the wear and tear of the day a five minutes' look in the morning at some picture that will open a door into some larger realm than that in which our population daily drudge! Or what a good thing the half hour of artistic oppor tunity on the way home in the evening from exhaustion that demands recuperation for mind and soul, as well as body! Who will do for Brooklyn or the city where you live what W. W. Corcorin did for Washington, and what I am told John Wanna maker, by the donation of De Munkacsv's great picture, Christ Before Pilate," is going to do for Philadelphia? Men ofwealth, if you are too modest to build and endow such a place during your lifetime, why not go to your ii on safe, and take out your last will and testament, and make a codicil that shall build for the city of your residence a throne for American art? Take some of that money that would otherwise spoil your children, and build an art gallery that shall associate your name forever, not only with the great masters of painting, who are gone, but with the great masters who are trying to live and also win the admiration and love of tens of thousands of people, who, unable to have fine pictures of their own, would be advantaged by your benefaction. Build your own monu ments, and not leave it to the whim of others. Some of the best people sleeping in Greenwood have no monuments at all, or some crumbling stones that in a few years will let the ram wash out name and epitaph: while some men, whose death was the abatement of a nuisance, have a pile of polished Aberdeen high enough for a king, and eulogium enough to embarrass aseraph. Oh. man of large weatlh, instead of leaving to Ijk^whim of others your monumental com Soration and epitaphology to be looked •^Tyhen people are going to and fro at the burial of others, build right down in the heart of our great city, or the city where you live, an immense free reading-room, or a free musical conservatory, or a free art gal lery, the niches for sculpture, and the walls abloom with the rise and fall of nations, and lessons of courage for the disheartened, and rest for the weary, and life for the dead and 150 years from now you will be wielding in fluences in this world for good anions' those whose great-grandfather was your great grandchild. How much better than white marble that chills you if you put your hand on it when you touch it in the cemetery would be a monu ment in colors, in beaming eyes, in living possession, in splendor which under the chandelier would be glowing and warm, and looked at by strollinggroups with catalogue in hand on the January night when the nec ropolis where the body sleeps is all snowed under. The tower of David was hung with one thousand dented shields of battle, but you, oh man of wealth, may have a grander tower named after you, one that shall be hung not with the symbols of carnage, but with the victories of that art which was so long ago recognized in my text as "pleasant pictures." Oh, the power of pictures! I cannot deride, as some have done, Cardinal Mazarin, who, when told that he must die took his last walkthrough the art gallery ot his palace, saving, "Must I quit all this? Look at that Titian! Look at that Corregio! Look at that deluge of Caraccil Farew#ll, dear pic- tures!"' Ag-tne'day of the ILord a/Hosts, aft cording to this text will scrathuzfe* the,, pic tures,,! implore all parents to- see-ths* in. their households they naveneitherhrbookor newspaper or oncanvas anythingtfaat will de prave. Pictures are no longer the exclusive possession ofthe affluent^ There is not a re spectable home in these cities that has not specimens of woodcut or steel engravings, if not of painting, and your whole family will feel the moral uplifting and depression. Hav ing nothing on your wall or in books that will familiarize the young with scenes of cruelty or wassail have only those sketches made by artiste in elevated moods, and none of those scenes that seem the product of ar tistic delirium tremess. Pictures are not on ly a strong but universal language. The hu man race is divided into almost as many lan guages as there are nations, but the pictures may speak to people of all tongues. Volapuk many have hoped, with little reason, would become a world-wide language, and printers' types have no emphasis compared with it. We say that children are fond of pictures, but nqtice any man when he takes up a book and you will see that the first thing that he looks at is the pictures. Have only those in your house that appeal to the better nature* One engraving has sometimes decided an eternal destiny. Under the title of fine arts there have come here from France a class of pictures which elaborate argument has tried to prove irreproachable. They would disgrace a barroom, and they need to be confiscated. Your children will carry the pictures of their father's house with them clear on to the grave, and, passing that marble pillar, will take them through eternity. Furthermore, let all reformers, and all Sabbath school teachers, and all Christian workers realize that if they would be effec tive for good, they must make pictures, if not by chalk on blackboards, or kindergar ten designs, or by pencil on canvas, then by words. Arguments are soon forgotten but pictures, whether in language or in colors, are what produce strongest effects. Christ was always telling what a thing was like, and His sermon on the mount was a great picture gallery, beginning with a sketch of a ''city on a hill that cannot be hid," and end ing with a tempest beating against two houses, one on the rock and the other on the sand. The parable of the prodigal son, a picture parable of the sower, who went forth to sow, a picture parable of the 10 virgins, a picture parable of the talents, a picture. The world wants pictures, and the appetite begins with the child, who consents to go early to bed if the mother will sit beside him and rehearse a story, which is only a picture. When we see how much is accomplished in secular directions by pictures—Shakespeare's tragedies a picture, Victor Hugo's writings all pictures. John Buskin's and Tennyson's and Longfellow's works all pictures—why not enlist, as far as possible, for our 'churcher and schools and reformatory work and evan gelistic endeavor, the power of thought that can be put into word pictures, if not pictures in color? Yea, why not all young men draw for themselves on paper, with pen or pencil, their comingcareer,ofvirtueifthey preier that, of vice if they prefer that. After making the pieture, put ifc on the wall, or paste it on theflyleaf of some favorite book, that you may have it before yon. I read the other day of a man who had been exeuted for murder, and the jailer found afterward a picture made on the wall of the cell by the assassin's own hand, a pieture of a flight of stairs. Onthelowest stephehad written," Dis obedience of Parents) on the second, "Sab bath Breaking on the third, Drunkeness and Gambling on the fourth, Murder and on the fifth and top step, "A Gallows." If that man had made that picture before he took,the first step, he never would have taken any of them. Oh, man, make another pict ure, a bright picture, an evangelical picture, and I will help you make it! I suggest six steps for this flight of stairs. On the first step write the words, "A Nature Changed by the Holy Ghost and Washed in the blood of the Lamb on the second step, "Industry and Good Companionship," on the third step, "A Christian home with a family altar on the fouith step: "Ever widening usefulness on the fifth step: "A glorious departure from this world on the sixth step. "Heaven! heaven! heaven!" Write it three times, and let the letters of one word be madeup of ban ners, the second of coronets, and the third of thrones. Promise me that you will do that, and I will promise to meet you on the sixth step, if the Lord will through His pardoning grace bring me there too. And here I am going to say a word of cheer to people who have never had a word of con solation on that subject. There are men and women in the world by hundreds of thous ands, some of them are here todav, who have a fine natural taste, and yet all their lives that taste has been suppressed, and although they could appreciate the galleries of Dresden and Vienna and Naples far more than 999 out of 1,000 who visit them, they never may go, for they must support their households, and bread and'schoohng for their children are of more importance than pictures. Though fond of music they are compelled to live amid discord, and though fond of architecture, they dwell in clumsy abodes and though ap preciative of all that engravings and paint ings can do, they are in perpetual depriva tion. You are going, after you get on the sixth step of that stairs just spoken of. to find yourselves in the royal gallery of the universe, the concen tered splendors of all worlds before your transported vision. In some way all the thrilling scenes through which we and the Church of God have passed in our earthly state will be pictured or brought to mind. At the cvclo ram a of Gettysburg, which we had in Brooklyn, one day a blind man, who lost his sight in that battle, was with his child heard talking while standing before that picture. The blind man said to his daughter: "Are there at the right of the picture some regiments marching up a hill?" "Yes," she said. "Well," said the blind man, "is there a general on horseback lead ing them on?" "Yes," she said. "Well, is there rushing down on these men a cavalry charge?" "Yes," was the reply. "And do there seem to be many dying and dead?" "Yes," was the answer. "Well, now, do you see a shell from the woods bursting near the wheel of a cannon?" "Yes," she said. "Stop right there!" said the blind man. "That is the last thing I saw on earth! What a time it was, Jenny, when I lost my eye-sight!" But when you, who found life a hard bafc tie, a very Gettysburg, shall stand in the royal gallery of heaven, and with your new vision begin to see and understand that which in your earthly blindness you could not see at all, you will point out to your celestial comrades, perhaps to your own dear children who have gone before, the scenes of theearthlyconflictsm which you participated, saying: ''Therefromthat hill of prosperity I was driven back in that valley of humilia tion I was wounded. There I lost my eye sight. That was the way the world looked when I saw it. But what a grand thing to get celestial vision, and stand here beforethe cyclorama of all worlds, while the rider on the white horse goes on "conquering and to conquer," the moon under His feet and the stars of heaven for His tiaral Fain in His Aiuputaned Feet, From the Atlanta Constitution. Dr. J. S. Wilson, whose feet were cut off by a switch engine in Augusta, was on the streets in a roller chair, looking the picture of health and contentment. The lower part of of his body was covered with a shawl, and he was surrounded by his friends who were delighted to see him out. He said: "I suffer more from pain in my feet than from anything else, although my feet were" amputated two months ago. I can still feel the pain and itching in my toes and in the ball of my feet, although as I teil you they have been buried for two months. The nervs are still irritated. I suppose this weird pain will wear off after a while.-f sea The SiouxFalls- Press predicts tfiair next year will see 5,000 mien em ployed in the quarries near that city.. At last Minnehaha county as pro vided a hospital wherein the county sick can be cared for. I is but a temporary institution, however. A number of the leading men of Blunt are talking of forming an as sociation, for the purpose of furnish ing a lecture course- during the win ter "JT1 ZL C* "¥ZV~ 'V-V* "v25?, The press of business at the Da kota Newspaper union in Aberdeen is so great that forces are working night and day. The patent portion of some seventy weekly newspapers are turned out by the Union. An artesian well is considered a necessary adjunct to* a well-regulated stock farm in Yankton county and many farmers are having "them drilled., The cost is from 1300 1500. The Argus-Leader expresses the be lief that there are too many churches in Sioux Falls and recommends that a religious trust be formed, and that all churches not materially different in creed unite and build a unipn church. Clear Lake has made a large bid for the location of the Deul county courthouse. In addition to offering a block in the town it has, deposited $5,000 with, the county treasurer to be used in building a court-house if the-vote is favorable. John Diviesy living near Alpena, dug a well sixty feet deep, when some ofthe dirtfell and paitially buried him. Friends hauled him up to near the top of the well when it fell in upon and completely buried him. The body has not yet been recovered. Jerry Krohryhtur, a threshing hand who robbed the houses of four farm ers near Grand Forks, was arrested as he Avas about to take the train. He had shaved clean snd changed his clothes, but his nervousness betrayed him to the officer who followed him. The Northwestern National bank, a uew institution, with a capital of |100,000, in which prominent Chica go capitalists are interested, began business. The bank will occupy its fine building now in progress of eree* tion about Jan. 1. It is rumored at Deadwood that a deputation from the salvation army will shortly pay a visit to the various saloons of the city and between songs they propose singing endeavor to persuade the men engaged in the business to close shop and forever forswear the trade. The depth of the Harrold artesian well is 1,456 feet, temperature 95 de grees, and it will fill a large barrel in forty-five seconds. The water is soft and of a splendid drinking quality, the warmest artesian water in Da kota, and is daily increasing in flow and pressure. The latest manufacturing acquisi tion for Sioux Falls is a mammoth woolen mill. A company has been organized with $40,000 stock. The mill will be put up as soon as possi ble and Avill employ 75 men, This mill will be the only one of the kind in Dakota. Deputy Sheriff Har arrested two men on the Northern Pacific train at Pembina, from the south on tele graphic instruction of Sheriff Olson of Walsh county. The sheriff fol lowed the ti'ain in a buggy, and then found at they were not the men he wanted. A romantic story comes from Standing Bock. It is said that a, young Englishman who accompanied a party of hunters that stopped off at the agency became smitten with the pretty daughter of one of the head chiefs and as a result they were married in accordance with the Sioux fashion. Nothing is too good for the aver age Deadwood juvenile. Not long ago a professional nurse was sum moned from Binghampton, N. Y., to assist at the arrival of a Black Hills srirl. Having accomplished her mis sion she returns, thus making a round trip of over 3,000 miles for what in many localities would pass as an ordinary event. A train of ten wheat wagons, bear ing nearly one thousand bushels, drawn by a friction engine, arrived in Aberdeen, from the Hall farm, four miles south of that place. The outfit was photographed in the pres ence of a large number of spectators. The grain averaged fifteen bushels per acre and after active bidding brought $1.20. Considerable trouble is being ex perienced through the territory in getting loans completed on account of discrepancies in the record in re gard to names. In' some cases the final receipt and patent do not agree, and in many cases names are some times spelled with an initial letter and sometimes without. Sometimes the names to a mortgage will be vrittenin full and the release will give only the initials, and in other cases names are written so badly that it is impossible to tell what they are intended for. The same government which cher ishes the memory of the emperor Itur bide refuses to preserve the memorial of the reign of the Emperor Maximil ian. Wandering through the executive apartments at the national palace the other day, Inoted that wherever Maxi milian had left the crowned eagle the government had obliterated the crown and left the Mexican eagle crownless in republican simplicity. But in the splendid chamber where President Diaz receives visitors the crowned eagle remains. The superb room is hung with crimson silk, on which is ev erywhere to be seen the crowned im perial eagle in raised figure. To have cut the crown would have been to spoil the hangings, and so they have been leit, mute memorials of the dead ruler of Mexico. In the vast apartment known as the Hall of Am bassadors—the portrait of the Em peror Iturbide remains, but there is no relic ot Maximilian. You must go to the National Museum, also in the palace to see Maxi milian's state dinner service, which was an outrageous cheat if he paid the price of silver for it, because it is nothing but a wretched com posite of base metals thinly plated, the proportion being ninety-five per cent, base metal and five per cent, sil ver. Maximilian's state carriage re mains on show, and a really gorgeous affair it is. His- bust by a Mexican artist is also preserved in the museum, where also are his orders and insignia. But all these things are preserved, as we might keep the uniform of a cap tured British General, as trophies of victory over an invader. The Mexican Government has not persecuted the partisans of the Em peror. On the very street where I am writing lives, in a noble casa, the spokesman of the deputation of nota bles A A ho crossed the ocean to tender to Maximilian at Miramar the fatal imperial crown. The other day I read over the address of this deputation, in which was vaunted the superiority ofmonarchial institutions, and the assertion made that the Mexican peo ple desired the Austrian prince to come and reign over them, that they were weary of republicanism and. interminable internecine strife. The reply of the prince was enthusi astic, and in that same spirit Maximil ian and Carlotta crossed the seas, be lieving that they were the desired of the Mexican people. Their deception must have been complete. Prints of that time represent the triumphal arches erected on the main avenue of the capital, and through that avenue you see passing the carriage of the Em peror bowing to the right and left, ac knowledging the plaudits of the popu lace. Personally, Maximilian was very popular with the common people. His memory is not execrated, but rather he is regarded with a pathetic sort of regret mingled with reproach fulness. Maxmilian was under bad influences. His military advisers here were mercilessly severe. They coun seled harsh measures, and made the Emperor believe that he had exhaust ed the resources of kindness, and should put the knife in up to the hilt. Maximilian and his wife were the ideal sovereigns of the story books. They were easy in their manners and kind to the common people they were fond of one another, and had all the lovable virtues, but the Mexican people, fierce ly fond ot liberty, resented their in trusion, and Juarez, the constitution al President, had earnest popular sup port in his prolonged resistance to the Emrjire. The fatal blunder of Maximilian, a blunder which has left a stain on his name, was the issuance of the order that all of the liberal chiefs taken in arms after the expiration of Juarez's term should be shot as traitors to the empire. Juarez remonstrated, urging that he was President, even after his term of office expired, until the coun try could peacefully elect his succes sor. That was sensible ground, and history sustains the Mexican patriot. Maximilian's decree was merciless, and the fates measured out to him as he had meted to others. It was in Queretaro that Maximilian made his final stand after the with drawal of the French troops at a word of warning from Mr. Seward. It is a lovely old city, with a splendid aque duct in the Roman manner, many ancient and picturesque churches, and a soft and genial climate. Then, as now, it was a stronghold of the Church party, the very* citadel of Catholicism in Mexico. Maximilian was here be sieged and overthrown, and imprison ed in the convent of the Capuchinos, and thence, after the famous court martial, led out to the Hill Of the Bells to be shot. Recent disclosures regarding the last hours of the Em peror will destroy many legends of the fatal day, and I win* here relate the contents of a document which the priest Soria lately dictated shortly prior to his own death. S a a |oniessor ppy gSap^and w%*i? ,ta*- Her©w Joex«taro. Boston Herald. City cf Mexico, October 23, 1885.— Eighteen years ago last June the Em peroc'Maximilian fell, pierced by bui lets, OQ a hillside at Queretaro,a slight wrotetwo letters, one to|hePopea eminence which the tourist via the Central Railway may catch a passing glimpse-of as he enters that interesting old town. But eighteen years have not sufficed to obliterate the memory of the Emperor. In the curio shops here you still find the "Maximilian dollar" with his effigy, and the beauti ful Paseo remains to testify to his purpose of making this enchantingly situated capital the Paris of the new world. A sturdily built, handsome young fellow, himself the grandson of another Mexican Enperor, walks the streets of the city. This young man, accomplished and athletic, was adopt ed, by Maximilian as his heir, and, though a revival of imperialism is im possible, the Prince-Iturbide, as he is universally called, may yet take an important part in the game of Mexi can polities. count not yet printed' in Ez^pjsb] was of Soriathat Maximilian saiekj is I who frtust console ^aisgoodpi^ and not let himbecoB$Bijfct«IyQV come." "The night before'his tetJh^ sayj the Confessor Soria, "fee* Emperof the other to his mother. 'l.Heconfide both to me, together withtai han chief for his mother. z^ On the following mornii%*f* panied him to the place of exejk The cortege was composed ofR wrethed coaches. Igotinto S with the Emperor, while Mira*. and Mejia occupied, with their cox sors, the other two. "Hardly had we left the €ow the Capuehinos when I was surpi to see Maximilian strike his saying: J& 'I have put eight handkercb^ei here to keep the blood from stasnir' my uniform.' "All the rest of the way the Empei or busied himself with "praying^alS recommending his soul to God.. T* seeing the Hill of the, Bella he claimed: 'There is where I had thoi hoist the standard of vici there is where I am going J^ft is a play'' "And, after somemomentao he added: 'What a beautiftnV And what a beautiful day to dveLwtd "When we had arrived at the pJ&« oi execution, it was found diffictrit t? open the door of the coach. "Then Maximilian, being impatieD leaped out of the window, knocl^ off his hat. "Hehanded me the crucifix, emtjf ing me. He also embraced Miraf and Mejia,distributed some gold ci among the soldiers who were top him, and then, in a strong voiqp nouncedin Spanish these worn forgive everybody, and 1 that all may forgive me, andj sire that my blood, which is gd be shed, may be for the good -c co. Long live Mexico! Long independence!' Immediately his hand on his breast, mdiee spot for the soldiers to take Then the drums sound^dr,. presence of the four thousand assembled ifc was proclaimed! whoever should raise his voiee| half of the condemned man Wif made to suffer the same lalfcf a murmur was heard ar mense crowd standing troops. "At a given signal the th fired. Miramon and Mejia once, but Maximilian did the first discharge andtt groans. Then they gavelm de grace." The priest Soria denied tl milian,as the legend goes, gat of honor at the plaee*©t~Svv Miramon, saying: "A brav^JL. its the respect of his sovexfig the place of honor." The- pla the condemned wasbyaeeiden' a picturesque legend is dissip.' —i-J the Conntir "I'll tell you whafcSX drummer from Gmdnnaii be out in the country and tation to a dance $!* pt«. country dance or party all the world for fun. /Sip hesitate to recollect ifrf I was at a country p?»r^ with a girl. She was fi under her ears and for rest of her face was pe yummy-yummy. And kisses just seemed to and sit on 'em, and and take. I dared^ibat a girl fight as she did. and clawed, tore off my my collar button, bit the ribbon out oL her 1 herself into a perspirati the kiss. It was good, haustion and her perspii "She was very angry, long while, and refused Finally I found her out porch. She was alone. "You hateful thiug!^ "I believe,you hav"eimpi to kiss me again. If choke your wind off.*'' 'And then she threw he my neck and gaveme a te by way of showing me do." "And did you beg ofiaa escape?" I "Beg off? Make W do I look like a greerif" seventeen straight time* ping to draw breath. I country lasses, I do, ani 'em likes a kiss so well a hugging invitation t6 ta stand up to the racket lils That's the kind of a grol I am." W re Ir. Talmag TheRev.T. DeWitt'Tl in town the other dayj*, owed much of his succesl suggestion of a newspa He was engaged to le more several years fore he was to begin I newspaper man, who report the address, off-hand way: \lSRjfe "Well, Dr. Talmas to give us many poir "Points?" repeat* "Points?" "Yes," replied thef won't get much spac less your lecture is fuf that the paper can' out." "I thought very. dj porter's words." telling the story, were full of sound time I have alwaSys make my lectures *f literary work bristlj that is to say, with I and phrases," hi