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The Brooklyn Divine's Sunadr
Subject: "A Bottle of Tears." t
TErr "Put thou my tears inato thy bot.
tZe."-Psalms lvi., 8.
Hardly a mail has como to me for twenty E
years that has not contained letters sayin: t
that my sermons have comforted the writers
of those letters. I have not this summer nor c
for twenty years spoken on the platform o' 4
any outdoor meeting but coming down '
have been told by hundreds of -people the
same thing. So I think I will keep on trying i
to be a "son of consolation. '
The prayer of my text was pressed out of
David's soul by innumerable calamittes. but
it is just as appropriate for the distressed of I
all ages. Within the past century travelers
and antiquarians have explored the ruins of I
many of the ancient e:tij's. and from the very
heart of those buried splendors of other days. r
have been brought up evidences of customs i
that long ago vanished from the world.
From among tombs of those ages have been C
brought up lachrymatories, or lachrymais,
which are vials made of earthenware. It
was the custom for the ancients to catch the
tears that they wen't over their dead in a bot
tie, and to place that bottle in the gravs of
!he departed, and we have many specimns d
of the ancient lachrymatories, or tear bottles,
in our musuems.
When on the way from the Holy Land our
ship touched at Cyprus, we went back into
the hills of that island and bought tear bot
tles which the natives had dug out of the
ruins of the od city. There is nothing more a
suggestive to Me than the tear bottles which
I brought home and put among my curiosi- r
ties. That was the kind of bottle that mvtext C
alludes to when David cries. "Put thou my
tears into t hy bottle."
The text intimates that God has an inti
mate acquaintance and perpetual remem
brance of all our griefs, and a vial, or lachry
matory, or bottle. in which He catches and
saves our tears, and I bring to you the con
dolence of this Christian sentiment. Why
talk about griet? Alas, the world has its
pangs, ani now, while I speak, there are '
thick darknesses of soul that need to lie
lifted. There are many who are about to
break under the assault of temptation, and
perchance. it no words appropriate to their
case be uttered, they perish. I come on no
fool's errand. Put upon your wounds no S
salve compounded by human qaackery ; but,
pressing straight to the mark, I hail you as a
vessel midsea cries to a passing cra.t,
"Ship ahoy !" and invite you on board a
vessel which has faith for a rudder. and
prayer for sails, and Christ for captain, and
heaven for an eternal harbor.
Catherine Rheinfeldt, a Prussian, keeps a
boat with which she rescues the drowninz.
When a storm comes on the coast, and oth-r
people go to their beds to rest, she puts cat
in her boat for the relief of the distressed,
and hundreds of the drowning has she
brought safely to the beach. In this lifeboat
of the Gospel I put out to-day, hqping, by
God's help, to bring asnore at least one soul
that may now be sinking in the billows of
temptation and trouble. The tears that were
once caught in the lachrymatories brought
up from Herculaneum and Pompeii are all
gone, and the bottle is as dry as the scoria of
the volcano that submerged them, but not so
with the bottle in which God gathers all our r
F;rst, I remark that God keeps perpetually
the tears of repentance. Many a man has
awakened in the morning so wretched fro-a
a night's debauch that he has sobbed and
wept. Pains in the head, aching in the Ayes,
sick at heart and unfit to step into the light.
I- grieves, not about his misdoing, but on'
about its consequences. God maires no ree- t
ord of such weeping. Of allthe milliontoars
that have gushed as the result of such m - t
demeanor, not one ever got into God's bot
tie. They dried on the fevered cheek or
were dashed down by the boatel hand or
fell into the red wine cup as it came again to
the lips, foaming with still worso intoxica
But when a man is sorry for his past and
tries to do better-whenhe mourns his wasted
advantages anoi bemoans his rejection of
God's merey. and cries amid the lacerations
of an aroused conscience for help out of his
terrible predicament. then God listens ;then
heaven bows down ; then scepters of pardon
are extended irom the throne ; then his cry
ing rends the tieart of heavenly compass Ion;
then his tears are caught in God's bottle. -
Oh. when I see the heavenly S'aepherd
bringing a lamh iron the wilderness ; when
I hear the quick tread of the prodigal has
tening home to fini h a father ; when I see a
sailor boy comning on the wharf andhurrying
away to neg his mother's pardon for long a
negiect and unkzin Iness: when I see the
houseless coming; to Go-d for shelter, and the
wretched, and tevise. an ithe sin burned,
and the passion blasted appealing tar mercy
to a compassionate God, I exclaim in ecstasy
and triumph : -"dore tears for God's bottle l"
A gain, G o: keeps a ten ler rmembrance of
all your sicknes-t&-s. How many of you are
thorou;;hiy sound in body? Not one out of
ten ! I do not e xaggerate. The vast majority
of the race are constant subjects of ailments.
There is some one form of disease that you
are particularly subject to. You have a weak
side or back or are snb.ject to headaches or
faintnesses or luags easily distressed. It
would not take a very strong blow to ehiver
the golden bowl of I fe or break the pitcher
at the fountain. Many of you have kept oa
in life througth sheer force of will. You
think no one can understand your ui'tressc's.
l'erhaps you look strong. and it is suppose1
that you are a hypochondriac. -They sa;y
you are nervous -s if that were notin;!
God have mrey upon any man or womnan -
that is nervcai~ t
At times v-;u st atone in your room. t
Frien:is d'o n1 t come. You feel an inde
scribable iljiWns in your sufferings, but
God i:nows: (o 1 fee~s; GodI compt.ssion
ates. He couni the sleep less nights. H:
regardis the acuteness of the pain. Hc
etimates the hardIness of the breathing.
While you pour out the medicine fromn the
bottle an-:1 count out the drops, God counts
all your falling tears. As you look at tao
vials filled with nauseous drafts and at the
bottles of distasteful tonic that stand on the
shelf. rememb'er that there is a larger bottle
than these, which is illied with no mixture b y
earthly apothe~caries, but it is Goris bottle', in1
which he hath gathered all our tears.
Again, God remembers all the sorro ws ol'
poverty. Thereismu'h wint that never comes
to inspection. The deacons of the church
never see it. The comptrollers oi the aims
houses nev-?r report it. It comes not to I
church, for it has no appropriate appar&
rather to sutier than expcse its bittern-s.
Fathers who fail to gain a livelihoo J. -- Ontt
they and their children submit to, cn .: ,
privation ; sewing women, w bo can m .' I
the needle quick enough to earn themn sha
ter and bread. c
But whether reported or uncomplaining,t
whether in seemingly comfortable parlor, or
In damp cellar, or in hot garret, God's angels
of mercy are on the watch. This moment
those griefs are being collected. Down onr
the back streets, in all the alleys, amid shan
ties and log cabins, the work goes on. Tears
of want-seething in summer's heat or freez
ing in winter's coM' -they fil not anheerled.r
They are jewels for heaven's easket. They' I
are pledges of divint sympathy. They na
tears for God's bottle.
Again. tbe Lord prnserv~'a thi r'me i
brance of all paternal anxieties. You s"e a
man from the most in famous surroundiinsi
step out into the kingdo-n of God. He has
heard no sermon. He has received no 3
startling providential warnin~. What
brought him to this new mind? This is t'sj
secret-God loke-l over the bottle in which '
He gathers the tears of H" people. al He t
saw a parental tear in that bottle which has I
been for 40 years unanswered. $Ie said, "Go I
too, now, and let Me answer that tear !'' and I
or tne palace uome strike up this silvery
chime: "God hath wiped away all tear
from all faces. Whereore comfort de
other with these words."
A rainy dav in the Faill: outside. taE
tir is damp and heavy: the rain patters
igainst the winidoiw pales and "ver the
lead leases which lie so 'thijiklv along
the garden walks. Insidr.the iir1elburNIs
:heerily in the open grate. :all, throwis
, red glow over the sunewhiat glooiivmy
room ). Pus s purs coiteitedly fron her
,lace on the hearth-rg, as she (urh
hierself up in froit of the fire. prepara.
LOry to taking her morning nap.
SWhait hall I do?" is niy thoulIt,
s I recline liazily in the easy chair,
eelin too) indoIlent to read or sew.
ainy wetlh..r ahvays has that efirct 'n
ne. Sudtr.-nly IY tioiig hts revert t4
I box of (1141 h-tterZ. whiiihi I have beel
keeping for just such a day as this. to
riad over once more bef e consianim.
hem to tile llalit-s. I hg the h*
*vhich (onal 1in thel . antd. stirring tit
ire into a ligJiter blaze. I Stat mylSi
:omfortahv bfru-le it. :md ta:.k a
rim the bndle.
As I begin to riad it.the iir :i t no
eolis halmx %ithl the rli-er a
11(g lii tile pilie wiud which5 'xwli'il I
he coast of .\line. A friend rui
ng ther tne ui liner h:l wrinen lth
tter, whik. all ar LIud h#er
1he..n Lii..4:in~n iie i22 t
.1i.1.die har. ih wave low inuimr:r,
* t et the he breeze.
forget t rainy . :v, and rease t(
lear thiit wailing Novembiiier wind, as I
ea1d. I see ill imiagination the white
aiiped waves of the birail Atlantic as
hey dash against tre rocky shores 1f
arnouth. Now I am1 gathering sta
shells or hunting for hermit crabs aftil
:he tide has gone out. or treading thle
shady paths, thickly ia rpeted with the
Aine tassels whici fall from the trees.
roviding, with their interhacing
>)ugsl, such a grateful shale from thle
loontide heat. I put the letter asile.
C eannot burn it yet; I mthst read i'
iain before I do.
Almost reverently I take up the next
i. black-bordered one. Well I knov
vhat a burden of sorrow is cntained ir.
:hat sheet of paper. A daughltr's
rief for the loss of a deary Ioved
nother speaks to ie through th'.Se'
tear-blotted linWs. Wi tears finii g
fy own eves I read the letter throughlu.
and tenderly lay it aside; I cannot burn
,hose written thoughts .,hich were born
A heart-felt sorrow.
A dainty white envelope, traced in
ar girlish hand brings a smile to hni
saddened face. Well I remenber thit
studied expressions which coplloste th1:1
letter. The dear girl A%: .z afraid tht,
her staid 'frielid might thimk she w:..
tuo glad in her new-found jiiv. but I
could read between the ilies and san%
the blushing face which hent over tha
dainty sheet of pialper pintig and1 om
sidering every word which 5he trIcee
thereon, lest she miglt say to) much)11
And now the hand which pnliIned thl(s
ords has long since crumbiled ti, dust.
and the earthly love which Ilrille]
every fibre of her being has been foir
gotten in the realization of the greato
ove of Heaven.
The next letter I take ui 15 beamC~ i
rully writtenl. carefutlly comlposed ep istle,
containing expressions of regret that
soe iintentional (?) remariks of the
writer shlould have caused me pain, or
have led to anl estrangemlont between
us. TIhen follow ai few well chos'en
p~hrases en treating meC to forgiie and
oret thoise words, though1tle=ly uit
tered anid nver since regretted. T M
letter falls from my fin1gers into) my' lia .
md I find myself wonoiderinirV wlwit.1wr
sh ever fully realized the sorrowi tho'r
"thoghltlessly tuttered wxords" Lal
~aused the onet to whom~l thley we- id
resed, or if she ever retlected that
otnds such1 as these caln only be ht aled
v time. I pautsed befotre coinin!1
is letter to the now smotuldering lire.
[ eel fior the sake of Atuld Lang
M ne," unw~iilling to part with it. fir it
emsi to connect me woithi a onfce valtuec
iendshiip.Ilong since dead.
It is2 withi very different feelin that
[take~ up t letter written in an unformed.
hldish harnd. :isking me to accept the
recmpanyin g gift, with tlong wishies
or nmy birthday freon my affect~tionte
upils; thien followed tile nimesC' care
lly wrhitten, each chlis h sinatu re
ei truly cha:racteris-tie of thie ont who
appy hours tpassed inl youlr compal~ny in
mr sunny schioolroom wvill never he for
~otten by mle. and1( ini fancy I seem ti
e your bright faces. and hear yitir
uappy laughlter as you come triopmug
no school, wth a1 eheory "good mlorn
ng" for me. I thinku! I m ust pres, re
his little mlOernto of a hatppy pa~Sts
[lav it aside with the others. As I do
o thie clock on the m~ an'. ehimelus out
he hour of Tweve.-tlie long morning
ias sipped away, and I find that I hav
iot accomiplishe-l the work I set myself
do. Mv letters lie here just as I found1
hem, and as I gaither them up and p:
hem away I resolve that upon the nx
ainy day I shaill deostroy. WithoutI read
ill. myi old. letters.
ID.A I. L Wi.sos.
D.XMSO N jiEu.
Use rip~e. sweet damson lumt2i, whiih
Ire to be stoned and skinned. The~
roportion of sugar is "poundi fo
ound,'' and the mixture z- to be~
tewed as for jam. While it is stewingi
ack the stones, peel the kernels and
trew them among the fruit, to wh ih
hey give a pllealsant fla~vor. sa'rgetiv
f almonds. The cooking will hie done~
n twienty minutes. woxhen the mliir
s poured into moLtd:Is. the top be~l~in
overed with white paper which has
ien dipped in brandy. This makes a
lark rich jelly which will keep fo'
One peek of green tomatoes and one 1
quart of onions, all chopped fine; add i
two cupfuls of salt and let them stand
o ver night; drain well in the morning,
and add one head of cauliflower and
one quart of chopped peppers; stir in
(w, ounces each of cloves, allspice, cin
n:nion and imace, four ounces of must
-ird seeds. cover with good vinegar,
bteat quite hot, then put in your jar.
-id cover them cold.
rREsERvED wHoLE rEACHES.
The peaches and sugar, of equal
rveight. are put into the kettle in layers. 0
is in the case of cut peaches, set over
:he tire. and a pint of water to each
four pouinds (,f frui. and sugar is added.
l'he sirup is brought to a boil, which
onli nus for half an hour, when the
ie:ches are taken carefully out and put
an i iat dish in the sun. The sirup is tj
miled down till it is thick and clear, A
,vhn the peaches are put back and C
iiiled till they look clear, when the bi
Viiole is ready for putting into the di
--ms, which are sealed when cool. et
wATERMEl.ON ICE. F
Take a large, sweet, ripe watermelon;
'it in ;lit. half and with a spool scoop
aut the entire center. of comrse, Ieimo
in the seetl-d. Put the watermtelon B,
into a chopping tray and chop it rather t
tine. Add t, it one cup of powdered
-uir. and if vou use wine, a table
pi)Itontful Of sherry. Turn this into an
re-ireai freezer. Pack the freezer,
turn the crank for about live minutes,
mntil thie watermelon is icy cold and in
lhe cond ition of soft s:now. Serve i
Caulillwer inmks a ood fritter. ti
First boil until partially tender, then
lange in cold water aWd break up into
sprigs. Dip each in a thick white sauco
:o coat it, and let them get cold. Then m1
dip again carefully in fritter batter and is
fry a delicate brown. Slices of beet root F
May b)e used in the same way; and cu- st
umbers, parsniips, celery, and various
lther vcgetables may be used for thir
AN EPICULRE.\N DIS[ OF PEACHES.
There are but few people who know 1o
how to serve peaches and cream in a t
manner worthy of that luscious luxury. di
Let me tell you how to present the fruit Cl
in a manner fit for the gods. To begin
with, take two or three large freestone
peaches, yellow ones, fair and smooth,
for each guest whom you expect to serve.
Place them in a vessel and pour very
hot water upon them until they are en
tirelv covered. Let them remain in
the scaldin; water for a half or three.
quarters of a minute, and ttn-pour a
covering of cold water upon them and
add a lump of ice as large as a cocoanut.
After they have stood in the cooling bath
ten or fifteen minutes lift them out one
by one and remove the skin, which "an
be done with surprising ease, by start.
ing it with a knife and pulling it gently
with the lingers, as one does in peeling
tomatoes after similar treatment. The
only difference is that the skin comes
off peaches more easily than it does off
tomatoes. When the skins are removed
put the peaches into a large earthen n
dish, being careful to pile them on top dj
one another as little as possible and place
the vessel in the refrigerator. Ten min
ute's before it is time to serve them lift
themi eareftilly, one at a time, into a
large cut glass dish-a salad bowl will a~
answer capitahv-and cover them over at
wit fielych'opped ice. Serve with' le
tugair andcaml. l
Boil a dozen eggs hard, remove the
ihells and slice; take a cup of white be
stocek.seasotn with salt and piepper; brown w
ateacup of stale bread crumbs in butter; ni
.ut the gravy in the sauce pan and set di
on fire; dipt the slices of egg in melted oi
butter. then in hour, and lay in the
gravy until h ot; take up, arrange on a
dish with the fried bread and [pour th'
travy vetr. h
Par'e and grate enoutghi pinecapiple to st
:ake tine pint; add one pound of gran
iilated sugar; mtix well and squeeze in
the juice of one lemon. To half a1 box
of gilatine add half a glass of cold re
wat~t ter suak until stoft: then set over a (
ketie tof he' t watter. Beat the yolks of Si
tu e"'' wh an egg-hteater and stir tU
inti t he 1inutahpplt: when tihe gelatine is
melted, add to the pineapptle anid pour
all into a dish andt set into a panl of
cr'acked ice: stir slowly until it gets sI
thiuk: then add (tne pint of whipped k
e-":itn: t arn init-> a mo~uld which has at
'I'ver: Itut ~ tinii elth over the top; fit cI
the cover down cltosehy over the cloth;
pmack tile miould in a mixture of chopped
ice and salt. In to hours it wvill be
ready2~ to ieve. In thme centre it will
nit be' fr ''en, but the outside pC rtiOi
vil rez little.
PrI:.VITLE SHREDDE1D. -
l-- i ri:e. jul'y pineapple, remrove
every bitt of the skin antd all the
''eves.' Then lay the fruit on a plat
ter, hild it firmnly with the left hand, and
with a silver fork tear off the pineapple
in small pieces, leaving the core whole.
Pitt the shredded fruiit in a serving dish.
sprinkle generously with fine granulated
sugar, cover and let stand in the ice
chest an hour, if possible, before serv
Egg-plant or summer squash may be ~
caried from the usual mode by cookina ~
somewvhat similarlv. Pare and cut in l
dice or 2lice~s. and stew in salted water
tntil tender. Drain thoroughly and
Season with plenty of butter and a pinch
of parsley or sweet herbs, if liked, or a y
mere suspicion of onion or garlic may s1
be used. Crumb a baking dish. first ir
freely buttered, pour in the vegetable t
and cover with crumbs. Dot with but
She-I love to hear Col. Blowhai
Lk of his war experiences. By ti
ay. which side was he on? He
he other side. She-A confederat
e-No: the other side of the A
There Is No Telling.
Wellington Barr-It is said no
iat the Egyptians knew of ti
merican continent ages befoi
Alumbus was born. Old Mr. Dea
)rn-Dear me! How awful! Ah
) you suppose a scandal like tha
tn affect the Fair anv?-World
aIre In It.
Herdso-1 don't know whether I
a preacher or a lawye:. Saidso
y all means be a lawyer. 1Ierdso
by? Saidso-A lawyer :rets 5(
r untying a knot the preacher
Lid only ten for tving.-Exchanga
Prof. Absentmind (of Columbi
>llege, looking at his watch)-A
a have a few minutes I shall be gla
answer any question that any or
av wih. to ask. Student-Wh
me is it, please?-Texas Siftings.
From His Point of View.
Mrs. Figg-That boy is gettin
ore and more like you every day. ]
all I can do to manage him. M
[gg-It strikes me that those t%
atements don't consist a little bi
For Labor Agitators.
Mr;. Snaggs (readinZ)-In tt
anet Neptune days are 600 hou.
nL-. Mr. Snaggs-What a snap f(
e labor leaders to agitate for a r
iction of hours! - Pittsburg
Dentit-That is wide enougl
adamu. I shall stand outside whi]
rawing the tooth. -Judge.
"Are you the woman that wants1
igage a servant, young lady?" st
ked. "Yes." "mVelI before we
ly furder let me ax yez have yez at
tters av recommindation from yt
sht girl?"-Washington Star.
She (at the breakfast table, A
ny)-Dearest, do you realize th.
e are going through the longest tui
1 in the world to-day? He-No,
dn't. Waiter, bring me some frit
Probably an Exaggeration.
Snooks-What makes you so glun
ou say her father did all he could1
sten your suit Siedgeby-Youc
t seem to realize that I was in ti
Lit at the time. -Exchange.
A Delightful Phenomenon.
Popper-That boy of mine is
guar phenomenon. Blatchell
rearily)-In what way? Popper
x years old and never said a brigi
iing in h is li fe.-Vogue.
And He Was Forgiven.
Edythe (playfully)-H~ow dare yc
eal a ki s from me, sir? Don't yc
aow it is petty larceny? Jack (e
iusasticalv)-I call it grand la
rumor of coming pressure caus
run on the bank of Florida. -Judg
Lo e's Afleged Labor Lost.
Wife-Why d id you dance all eve
1 with so many zther men's wive
[usband-Why-purely to preve
>u from being jealous of any
aem.-Smith, (Gray & Co.'s Monthi
Exacting Father--Jamies, how a
u getting on with that job of woc
litting? Rebellious Son-I'm ma
ig about three knots an nour.-I)
d A common mastiff at Zeitz, in Sax
ie ony, bad a peculiar bark, and its
- master, a boy, thought there was in
? the noise a resemblance to some Ger
t- man words. and having apparently
nothing to occupy his time, deter
mined to teach the mastiff to speak!
The project was difficult, but the
patience and ingunity of the boy
overcame the many obstacles. The
words which the boy taught the dog
were about thrty in number, mainly
German, but including a few French
words also. These words were not
used spontaneously, but uttered at
the dictation of the young teacher
by his canine pupil.
The "Dog of Liebnitz," as this
wonderful mastiff is usually called,
- had a rival in a speaking dog, said to
have been exhibited in Holland in
1718, which could pronounce all the
letters of the alphabet except "I,"
"m0," and "n.1
In the following year one Is men
tioned at Berlin; and the Bibliotheque
e Germanique for 1720 asserts that
e there was then a dog who could speak
sixty words, and had a very com
mendable preferance for short ones,
t never attempting more than three
The late Dr. James Hunt, in deal
ing with these remarkable cases,
0 points out that it is not speech in
- the real sense of the word, even if
- the statements here cited, for there
0 is no evidence of antecedent thought
Is determining the choice of words.
At the most, the dog gave a c'ever
imitation of the human voice, not of
man's mental process. But as ani
m mals certainly convey information to
.s each other, there is still some ground
d to hope that an improvement may
e yet be affected in the communication
between man and his --poor rela
Whence Came They?
No one knows exactly where the
American indians came from, and
there are many theories on the sub
0 ject. Man lived on this continent
earlier than, or at least as early as,
he lived on the European continent,
but it is not believed that the In
dians are descended from such early
"s people. The latest theory seems to
s be that the so-called American In
dians are descended from Chinese,
who In some way reached the west
ern coast thousands of years ago.
The parallelism between the customs
of the Chinese and the ancient Pe
ruvians are often very striking; the
systems of government of the two
peoples were similar; the Emperor
and the Inca both claimed descent
from Heaven: both countries had ir
rigating canalsand in toth countries
taxes were paid in kind and stored in
ubolic warehouses:- both- _ePftT-4.3
their dead with the same ceremonie:,
and built houses much in the same
style. Humbolt found in the Mexi
can calendar strong resemblances to
the ancient calendar used in Tartary,
India, and Thibet. The skull of the
American, except in its greater
length, greatly resembles that of the
Chinese. For a number of years many
good people believed that the Ameri
I, can Indians were the descendants of
0 the ten "Lost Tribes of the House of
Israel;" some persons believe so still,
but they have not been taught by re
cent s -ientidec discoveries.
The Ordeal of Boiling Oil.
oThe deluded people of the Indian
lArchipelago seem to be about as far
rbehind the times as were the Salem
with burners of 200 Jyears ago, only
that they seldom go to the extreme3
Swhich history tells us that our Purl
t tan ancestors did. In Ceylon the
2 system of "witch finding" is both
I unique and terrible. Some .011 from
newly-gathered king cocoanuts is
manufactured by one of the friends
of the complainant; this is poured
into a primitive stone vessel and
Sheated to a boiling point.
o0 Each of the suspected witches is
lo then brought upon the scene, and is
te then and there compelled to dip three
fingers of the right hand into the
seething cauldron, each having a
right, under their idea of justice, to
a throw the oil remaining upon his
e fingers into the face of the complain
- ant, who stands near by. While
Lt this ordeal is being undergone, a sin
gle exclamation of pain on the part
o' the suspected person, Is considered
to be an admission of guilt; if no such
t exclamation is made, the innocence
s of the accused is supposed to be es
3 tab'ished. It is said that every tenth
r- person on the is!and of Ceylon has
maimed fingers, as a result of having
met the "Ordeai of Boiling Oil."
Her Favorite Subject.
Sawdorff-Mrs. Larkin is a great
voman to talk about people. Standoff
- > es, and her favorite subject is
No Help for Him.
"So the poor fellow is doomed to
an early death." "How doyop make
.that out?" "Didn't you say he lived
by1) his wits. "-Q~uips,
es Admits Her Gunlt.
e Miss Highupp-I think Miss Globe
trott ought to be ashamed of herself.
She says she found the paintings o:'
- the old masters dreadfully stupid.
s Miss Wayupp-''~o do many others.
at Miss Highupp-Yes, but she says s.2.
The Flat Habit
.\r. Tropiloor-I have rented a cot
r tage for the summer. Mrs. Topfioor
d I t berc an elevator in it?-Exchange.
e- Dn. McGLYNN Is reported as de
claring that "Hell is a state. If so,
herr Mont I iust the man to carry it.
OD, this work ot training children for God!
:t is a tremendous work. Some people think
t easy. They have never tried it. A chilil
s placed In the arms of tho young parent. It
s a beautiful plaything. You look into the'
iughing eyes. You examine the dimples in
he feet. You wonder at Its exquisite orzan
Sm. Beautiful plaything! But on som.
iightfall as you sit rocking that little one a
-oice seems to fall straight from the throne
>f God. saying: "That child is immortal!
'he stars shall die, but that is an immortal!
iuns shall grow old with age and perish, but
hat is an immortal !"
Now, I know with many of you this is the
hiet anxiety. You earnestly wish your
bildren to grow up rightly, but you f'nd it
ard work to make themn do as you wish1.
[ou check their temper. You correct their
vaywardness in the midnight your pillow is
ret with weeping. You have wrestled w:th
zod in agony for the salvation of your ehil
Iren. You ask me if all that anxiet y h-s
een ineffectua!. I answer, No. Go1 ui
erstanIs your heart. He understan-is hw.v
iard you have tried to make that daughter
lo right. though she is so very petulant and
eekless, and what pains you have bestowed
a teaching that son to walk in the path of
iprightness. though he has such strong pro
livities for dissipation.
I speak a cheering word. Go I hear.1 every
ounsel you ever offered Him. God has
nown all the sleepless nith:s you havo
assed. God has seen every sinkin; of your
Lepressed spirit. God remembers your
rayers. He keeps eternal record of your
axieties. and in His laebrymatory-not such
s stood in an ancient tomb, but in one that
lows and gitt)rs besides the throne of Gol
-holds all those exhausting tears.
The grass may be rank upon your graves
nd the letters upon yoar tombstones de
aced with the elements before the nivine
sponse will come, but He who hath d'
lared, "1 will be a God to thee and to thy
eed after thee,-' will not forget, and sorn
Lay in heaven while you are ranging the
telds of light the gates of pearl will swin -
ack, an] garlanded with glory that long
rayward one will rush into your ou.
tretched arms of welcome and triumph. Tne
tills may depart, and the earth may burn.
nd the stars fall, and time perish, but Go I
rill brziak Eis oath and trample upon His
Again, God keeps a perpe' ual remembrance
if il beranvements. These are the tria's
hat cleave the soul an i throw the red hearts
if men to be crushed in the wine press.
'roubles at the store you may leave at the
tore. isrepres.ntation and abuse of the
rorld may leave on the street where you
ound then. Tho lawsuit that would swallow.
-our hon-st ao-mmulations may be left in the
ourtroo:n. -But bereavements are home
roubles, and thers is no caape from tnem.
uou will see that vacant chair. Your eye
rill catch at the suggestve p!cture.
You cannot fly in the pres'nce of such ills.
.ou go to Switzerland to get clear of the:n;
ut, more sura footed than the mule that
kes you up the Alps, your troubles climb
the tiptop and sit shivering on the gla
ters. You may cross the seas. but they can
utsail the swiftest steamer. You may take
aravan and put out aiross the Arabian des
rt, but they follow you like a simoom,
rmed with saf'ocation. You plunge into i
he Mammoth cava, but they hang like sta
ictites from the roof of the great cavern.
hey stand behind with skeleton flag.ers to
ush you ahead. Taey stand before yoa to
row you back. They run upon you like
ckless horsemen. They charge upon you
rith gleaming spear. They seem to come
aphazard, scattering shots from the gun of
careless sportsman, But not so. It is goo I
ira that sends them just right, for God is
This summer many of you will espicially
el your grief as you go to places where once
ou were accompanied by those who are
one now. Your trouhies will follow you to
2e seashore and will keep up witit the light
ing express in which you speed away. Or,
trrying at home, they will sit beside you by
ay and whisper over your pillow night after
.ight. I want to assure you that you are
or left alone and that your weeping is heard
You will wander among the hills and sey,
Up this hill last year our boy climbed wit
reat gles and waved his cap from the top,"
r ' Tnis is the place where our little girl put
e in her hair and looked up in her
aother's face," until every drop of blood in
our heart tingled with gladness, and you
hanked God with a thrill of rapturo and you
ook around as much as to saty: "Wno
ashed out that light? Who filled this cup
rith gall? What blast froze up these toua
ais of the heart?''
Some of you have lost your parents within
he last twelve months. Their prayers for
'out are ended. You take up their picture
,d try to call back the kindness that once
ooked out from those old, wrinkled faces
,d spoke in such a tremulous voice, and ]
'ou say it is a good picture, but all the while :
'ou feel that, after all, it does not de justice,
n you would give almost anything-you
rould cross the sea ; you would walk the
arth over-to hear just one word from those
ips that a few months ago used to ca1ll you
y your first name, tnough so long you your
elf have been a parent.
Now, you have done your best to hide your
frief. You smile when you do not feel like
t. But though you may deceive the world,
lod knows. He looks down upon the
mpty cradle. upon the desolated nursery,
LpOn the stricken home and uOn the
roken heart, and says - "This is the way
:thrash the wheat ; this Is the waty I scour
ify jewels ! Cast thy burden on My armn.
id I will sustatin you. All those tears I
iave gathered into My bottle !"
But what is the use of having so many
ears in God's lachrymatory? In thatt great
asket or vase, why does God preserve all
tour troubies? Through all the ages of(
sternity, what use of a great collection of
ears ! I do not know but that In so.ne dis
ant age of heaven an angel of Go:d may loo't
io the bottle an fin.d It as empty of tears
t the la'chrynals of earthenware du: upf
rom the ancient city. Where have tuhe tem r
;one? Wnat surite of hell ha.ch bom~ in;'a 1
g God's palace and hath robbe~tu' la-:ary
gatories'? None. Theses ws:- satn -ti.l -
orrows, and those tears were chany?d ito
earls that are now set In the crowns and
'obes of the ransomed.
I walk up to examrnne this heavenly co r
>et, gleaming brighter than the su:1, and
ry, "From what :iver depths of heaven wvyr.:
hose gems gathered?" atnda thousau I voi -s
'eply, "These are trajns:nuted tears iroT
od's bottle." I see septers of light 1
tretched down from the throne ofT those whzo
n earth were trod on of men, aul in every
cepter point and inlaid in every ivory stair
> golden throne I behold an indeserboable1
ichness and luster and cry, "Fro-1 when' I
.his btreaoning lisit-thes': flasiinz paar!s? y
nd the voi"es of the elders before the rtnrone. -,
a of t::" martyrs under the altar, and o;
he irei an- forty and four thousand 1
.l!::rt on the glassy sea exclaim, "Trans- 1
.e.1 teacs 'roi God's bottle."
Let t he ages oi heaven roll on-the story
f earths pomp and pride long ago ended
he kohinoor diamonds that make knmes
aroud. the precious stones that adorned Per
Ian tiara and flamed in the robes of Baby-I
onian processions forgotten ; the Goiconda
nines charred in the last confiagration, but
Irm as the everlasting hills and pure as the
ight that streams from the throne, and'
right as the river that flows fromn thbe eternal a
'ock, shall gleam, shall sparkle, shall flame
rever these transmuted tearm of God s
Mawh'ile let the empty la-bry'atory of
:'ven stnd for ever. Let no hau.l tou':'; it. I
et no wang strike it. Let no collision ericek
t. Purer than beryl or chrysoprasus. Let
t stand on the step of Jehovah s throne and1
inder the arch of the untading rainbow.C
~assing down the corridors of the pala'e,
he reje.''d a. earth rh'L glance at it :nd
hink of all the eatrthly troun~les fro-n wiiz'
hey wcro delivered ant say, each to enei :C
'That is what we heard of on earth." "Tbrut I1
what the psalmist spoke of." "There once
were put our tears." "That is God's bot
le." And while standing there inspecting
.hla rihat lnlmM~ yasa of heaven the tcre