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JERUSALEM TO JERICHO. DE- TALMAGE'8 SERMON ON THE GOOD SAMARITAN. Th« Story of the Journey From Jerusalem to Jericho Graphically ' Told.—Gladstone's Idea of a Chris ( tlan.—Wonders Accomplished by Heaven-Blessed Music. • Brooklyn, N. Y., Oct. 19. 1890.—'The wide-spread and absorbing interest in Dr. Talmage's course of sermons on the Holy band and adjoining countries Is demonstrated by the thousands who are turned away from the doors of the Brook lyn Academy of Music on Sunday mornings^ and from The Christian Herald services in the New York Academy of Music on Sun day evenings, unable to gain even standing room in those immense auditoriums. To day the fourth sermon of the series was preached as before, in this city in the morning and New York at night. Having announced as his text Luko ID. Ö0, "A cer talu man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho." Dr. Talmago said; It is the morning of December 5, in Jeru salem, and we take stirrups for the road along which the wayfarer of old fell among thieves, who left him wounded and half dead. Job's picture of the horse In the Orient as having neck "clothed with thunder" is not true of most horses now in Palestine. There is no thunder on their neck, though there is soino lightning in their heels. Poorly fed and unmercifully whacked, they sometimes retort. To Amer icans and English, who are accustomed to guide horses by the bridle, these horses of the Orient, guided only by foot and voice, make equestrianism un uncertainty, and the pull ou the bridle that you intend for slowing up of the paco may he mistaken for a hint that you want to out-gallop tho wind, or wheel la swift circles ltko tho hawk. But they can climb stcep 9 and de scend precipices with skilled font, and tho one I chose for our Journey In Palestine shall have the praise of going for weeks without one stumbling step, amid rocky steeps wiiere ail ordinary horse would not for an hour maintain sure-footedness. There were eighteen of our parly, and twenty-twq beasts of burden carried our catupequipment. We are led by an Arab sheik with ills black Nubian servant car rying a loaded gun in fulfslght. but it is the fact that this sheik represents tho Turkish government which assures tho safety of the caravan, We cross the Jelioshaphat valley which, If it had not been memorable in history and were only now discovered, would excite the admiration of all who look upon it. It is like 1 he gorges of tho Yosemite or the chasms of tho Yellowstone Park. The sides of this Jehoshaphat valley are tunnelled with graves and overlooked by Jerusalem walls—an eternity of depths overshadowed 'by an eternity of architecture. Within sight of Mount Olivet and Gethsemane, and with the heavens and the earth full of sun shine. we start out on tho very road men tioned in the text when it says: "A cer tain man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho and fell among thieves." No road that I ever saw was so well constructed for brigandage—deep galleys, sharp turns, caves ou either side. There are fifty places on this road where a highwayman might surprise and overpower an unarmed pil grim. His cry for help, his shriek of pain, ills deatli-groau would be answered only by the echoes. On this road to-day we met groups of men who, judging from their countenances, havo In their veins tho blood of many generations of Bob Hoys. Jose phus says that Herod at one time dis charged from tho service of the templo forty thousand men, and that tho great part of them became robbers. So lato as 1820, Sir Frederick llennlkcr, an English tourist, was attacked on this very road from Jerusalem to Jericho, and shot and almost slain. Tbero has never been any scarcity of bandits along the road we travel to-day. With tho fresh memory of some recent violence In their minds, Christ tells the peo ple of the good Sumarltan who came along that way and took care of a poor fellow ! that had been set upon by villainous Arabs and robbed, and pounded and cut. Wo en camped for lunch that noon close by an old •tone building, said to be tbe tavern wlicro jthe scene spoken of In tbe Bibleculmlnatcd. Tumbled In tho dust and ghastly with wounds, tho victim of this highway robbery llay in the middle of tho road—a fact of which I am certain, because tbe Bible sa vs the people passed by on either side.' There wore twelve thousand priests living at Jeri co, and they had to go to Jerusalem to offi ciate at the temple. And one of these mtn j let Off of religion, I suppose, was ou his way « • tth temple service, und ho Is startled as ihfe sees inis bleeding victim in tbe middle of tbe road. "Oh," he says, "here Is a man who has been attacked of thieves." "Why don't you go home?" says the minister. The man in a comatose state makes no answer or. witli a half-dazed look, puts his wounded hand to ills gashed forehead and •Iranis out "What?" "Well," says the min Tstor, "I must hurry on to my duties at ^Jerusalem. I have to kill a lamb and two iplgeons in sacrifice todav, I cannot spend any more time with this Unfortunate, I guess somebody else will take care of him. But this is one of the things that cannot bo helped, anyhow. Besides that, my business ;ls with souls and not with bodies. Good morning! When you get well enough to sit !«p. X will be glad to see you at tho Tem ple." And the minister curves his way out toward the overhanging sides of the road 'and passes. You hypocrite! One of tho ■Chief offices of religion Is to heal wounds. iYou might have done here a kindness that iwould have been more acceptable to God than all the Incense that will smoke up ■from your censer for the next three weeks, and you missed the chance. Go on your way.execrated by the centuries! Sum Afterward a Levlte came upon the econo. The Lev lies looked after tho music loffHe temple, and waited upon the priests and provided the supplies of the temple. This Levlte passing along this road where ;we are today, took a look at the mass of 'bruises and laceration In the middle of the road. "My! my!" says tho Levlte, "this man Is awfully hurt, and he ought to bo helped. But my business is to sing in tbe •choir ut tho temple. If I am not there, n 6 one will carry my part. Beside that, thero may not hé enough frankincense for the !censers, and the wine or oil may have given lOut, and what a fearful bulk In tho service that would make. Then one of the priests ;J"lght get his breastplate on crooked. But ■It seems too bad to leave this man in this 'condition. Porhapa I had better try to staunch this bleeding and give him a little •stimulant. But, no! The ceremony at Jem solem Is of more Importance than taking . Woun< ls of a man who will soon ** * n X* low -, This highway robbery ought to be stopped, for It hinders us Lo rltes on our way uo to the temple. There, I bave lost five minutes already! Go along, you beast!" he shouts as he strikes his heels into the sides of the animal carrying him, and the dust rising from the road soon 'hides the hard-hearted official. But a third person Is coming along this road. Y*u cannot expect him to do any thing J»y way of nllevlatlon, because he and •the wounded man belong to different na Gena which have abominated each other ffof centuries. The wounded man is an Israelite, and the stranger now coming on this scene of suffering Is a Samaritan. They belong to nations which hated each other with objurgation and malediction diabolic. They had oppoaltlbn temples, one on Könnt °whlm wad tho other on Könnt Korlah. and I guess this Ssmsrltaa when he corns* ■opwill give the fallen Israelite another din and say: •Osot for you! I will Just AnUi. tile work these bandits begun, and give you t one more kick Hint will put you out of your f vour coat that 1 will take that, appeal to me for our ancestors I finis; k-iii when they ought n\l at licri/.hii. Now take : Aik th ul ! " \\ H! say the lstl e falle l Israelite. rit :ui rich s up tt t he scene S lit the beast and steps »to th -This v t in •e of n e wounded P<H >r folic w does not union ami our uncestors misery. Anti her they did not steal, anil hat ! Do you dare tu mercy? Hush up: Wh worshipped ut .1 to have worship; that! And that: Samaritan as lie No; tho Sana of suffering, get down and looks h mini and says: belong to my n worshipped in different places, but he is a man. and that makes us brothers. Clod pity him, as I do!" And lie gets down on ills knees and begins to examine his wounds, and straighten out Ids limbs to see if any of his liones are broken, and says: "My dear Icllow, cheer up. you need uave no more rare about yourself, for I am going to take care of you. Let me feel of your pulse! Let me listen to your breuthliig! 1 have in these bottles two liquids lliat will help you. 1 lie one Is oil, and that will sooth tlie pain of these wounds, and the other is wine, and your pulse is feeble and you feel faint, and that will stimulate you. Now X must got you to the nearest tavern." "Oh, no," savs the man."I can't walk; let me stay here mid die." "Nonsense!" says tlto Samaritan: "You are not going to die. i am going to put you on this beast, and I will hold you on till 1 get you to a place where you can have a soft mattress and an easy pillow. Now tho Samaritan has got the wounded man on Ids feet, nnd with much tugging and lining, puts him on the beast, for It is | astonishing how strong the spirit of kind ness will niako one, its you have seen a mother after three weeks of sleepless watching of tier boy, down with scarlet fever, lift that half-grown boy, heavier than herself, from couch to lounge. And so tills sympathetic Samaritan lias, unaided, put tlie wounded man in the saddle, and at slow paco the extemporized ambulance is moving toward the tavern. "You feel bet ter now, 1 think," says tho Samaritan to tbe Hebrew. "Yes." lie says, "1 do feel better." "Ilelloly,you landlord! Help mo carry this man in and make 1 dm comfort able." That night tho Samaritan sat up with tho Jew. giving him water whenever he felt thirsty, and turning his pillow when it got hot, ami in tho morning before tho Samaritan started on his journey, he said: "Landlord, now I am obliged to go. Take good care of this man and I will bo along here soon again and pay you for all you do for him. Meanwhile here is something to meet present expenses." Tho "two pence" ho gave tho landlord sounds small, but it was, as much as ten dollars hero and now, considering what It would there and then buy of food nnd lodging. As on that December noon we sat under the shadow of the tavern where this scene of mercy bad occurred, and just having passed along tlie road whore the tragedy bad happened, I could, as plainly as I now seethe nearest man to this platform, see that Bible story re-enacted, and I said aloud to our group under t lie tent : "Uno drop of practical t'hrlstianity is worth more than a temple full of occlesiasticlsm, and that good Samaritan had more religion in five minutes than that minister and that Lcvito had in a lifetime, and tho most accursed tiling on earth is national preju dice, and I bless God that 1 live In America, where Gentile and Jew, Protestant and Catholic can live together without quarrel, and whore, in tho great national crucible, the differences of sect, and tribe, and peo ple, are being moulded into a great brother hood, and that the question which tho law yer llung at Christ, and which brought forth this incident of the good Samaritan, "Who is my neighbor?" is bringing forth the answer, "My neighbor is the first man I meet In troulile," and u wound close at hand calls louder than a templo seventeen miles off, though it covers nineteen acres." I saw In London the va-t procession which one day lust January moved to St. Paul's cathedral at tho burial of that Christian hero. Lord Napier. The day after, at Ha warden, in conversation on various themes, I asked Mr. Gladstone if ho did not think that many who were under tho shadow of false religions might not nevertheless be at heart really Christian. "Mr. Gladstone re plied: "Yes: my old friend. Lord Napier, who was yesterday buried, after he returned from his Abyssinian campaign, visited us here at Hawurden. and walking in this park, where wo are now walking, he told me a very beautiful incident. He said: 'After the war In Africa was over* wo were on the march, and we had a soldier with a broken leg who wus not strong enough to go along with us, and wo did not dare to leave him to bo taken care of by savages, but we found wo were compelled to leuve him, and we went into the house of a woman who was said to be a very kind woman, though of the race of savages, and we said: "Here is a sick man, and If you will take care of him till he gets well wo will pay you very large ly," and then we offered her five times that which would ordinarily he offered, hoping by tho excess of pay la secure for him great kindness. Tho woman replied : "I will not take care of him for the money you offer. I do not want your money. But lcavo him here, and I will take caro of him for the sake of tho love of God.'" Mr. Gladstone turned to me and said: "Dr. Talmage, don't you think that though she belonged to a race of savages, that was pure religion?" And I answered: "Ido: I do," May Uod multiply all the world over tho number of good Samaritans." In Philadelphia a young woman was dy ing. Sho was a wreck. Sunken Into the depths of depravity there was no lower depth for her to reach. Word came to tho midnight mission that she was dying in a haunt of iniquity near by. Who would go to tell lier of the Christ of Mary Magdalen? This one refused, and that one refused, say ing, "I dare not go there." A Christian woman, her white locks typical of her purity of soul, said: "I will go and I will go now." Sho went and sat down by the dying girl and told of the Christ who came to seek and su vo that which was lost. First to the forlorn one came the tears of repent ance, and then the smile as though she had begun to hope for tho pardon of Him who came to save to the uttermost. Then, just liefore she breathed her last, she said to the angel of mercy bending over her pillow; '■Wo'ild 70 U kiss me?" "I will," said the Christian woman, as she put upon her cheek the lost salutation before in tbe heavenly world, I think, God gave her the welcoming kiss. That was religion! Yes, that was religion. Good Samaritans along every street, and along every road, as well as this jno on the road to Jericho. But our procession of slglit-secrs is again in lino, and here we puss through a deep ra vine, and I cry to the dragoman; "David, what place do you call this?" and he replied, "This Is the brook Cberlth where Elijah was fed by the ravens." And In that answer ho overthrew my life-long notions of the place where Elijah was waited on by the black iervants of the sky. A brook to me had meant a slight depression of ground with a fordable stream, perhaps fifteen feet wide. But here was a chasm that an earthquako might have scooped out with its biggest shovel or split with Its mightiest battle-axe. Six hundred feet deep Is It, and tho brook Cherlth Is a river, which, when In full force, is a silver wedgo splitting the mountains into precipices. The feathered descendants of Elijah's ravens still wing their way across this ravine, but are not like the crows we suppose them to be. They are as large as eagles and one of them could carry in Its beak and clinched claw at once enough food for half-a-dozen Elijahs. No thanks to the ravens; they are carnivorous and would rather have picked out the eyes of Elijah whom they found at tbe mouth of his cava on tbe side of Cherlth. waiting for his break fast, having drunk his morning beverage from the rushing stream beneath, than have been his butlers and purveyors. But God compelled them, as he alwsys has compelled and always will compel black and cruel and orermbawdowlng providences to carry help to hla children If they only have faith enough to catch the blessing as It drops from the seeming adversity ; the greatest blessing always coming not with white wings huh black wings. Black wings of con viction brlaglng pardon to the sinner. Black wlnga oftoMMlffxlon'over Calvary, brlaglng redemption for tho world. Black wlnga of gered by the America revolution, bringing free Institu tions tov continent. Black wings of Ameri can civil war, briuglng unification and solid arity t > the republic. Black wings of the Judgment Day, bringing resurrection to an entombed human race. And in tho last day. when all your life and mine will beiummed tip, w, ' will find that tho greatest blessing we ever received came on tho wings of the black ravens of disaster. Bless God for trouble! Bless God for sickness! Bless Dod for persecution! Bless God tor poverty ! X ou never heard of any man or woman of great use to tlie world who had not had lots of trouble. The diamond must he cut. Tho wheat must be threshed. The black ravens must tly. Who ure these nearest the throne? "I hose are they who came out of great tribulation and had their robes washed and made white in tho blood of the Lamb." But look! Look what at four o'clock in the afternoon bursts upon our vision The plain of Jerleho and the valley of Jordan und the Dead Sea. We have come to a place where the horses not so much walk as slldo upon their haunches, and we all dismount, for the steep descent is simply terrific, though a princess of Wallachln. who fell here and was dangerously Injured, after recovery, spent a large amount of money in trying to make the road passable. Down ami down! till we saw the white tents pitched for us by our muleteers amid tho ruins of ancient Jericho, which fell ut tho sound of poor music played on "ram's horn," that ancient Instrument which taken from the head of the leader of tDo flock of p. Is perforated and prepared to ho fin leal performer, and blown 11 when pressed to tho lips. As in an other sermon. 1 have fully described that scene. I will only say that every day for n days, the ministers of religion went id the city of Jciicho, blowing upon e rain's horns, and on the seventh day without tho roll of a war-chariot, or the stroke of a catapult, or the swing of a bal llsta, crash I crash! crash! went the walls ofthat magnificent capital. On tho evening of December the 6 th, wo walked amid the brick and mortar of that shattered city, and 1 said io myself: All tills done by poor music ldcst of God, for it was not a harp or a flute, or a clapping •ymbal, or an organ played, at the sound of which the city surrendered to destruction, hut a rudo instrument making rude music blest of God, to tho demolition of that wicked place which had for centuries defied tho Almighty. And I said, if this was by tho blessing of God on poor music, what migh tier tilings could be done by tho blessing of God on good music, skillful music. Gospel music. If all t ** gol d that has already been done by music were subtracted from the world, I believe three-fourths of its re ligion would ho gone. The lullabys of mothers which keep sounding on, though the lips that sang them 40 years ago became ashes, the old hymns in log-cabin churches, ami country-meeting houses, and psalms in House's version in Scottish kirks, tho an them in English cathedrals, the roll of or gans that will never let Handel or Haydn, or Beethoven die, the thrum of harps, the sweep of the bow across bass viols, tho songs of Subha'h schools storming the heavens, thcdoxology of great assemblages —wliy, a thousand Jerichoes of sin havo by them all been brought down. Heated by the warmth of our camp fires that evening of December Cth. amid tho bricks and debris of Jericho, and thinking what poor music has doue und what migh tier things could he done by tho blessing of God 011 good music, I said to myself: •Min isters have boon doing a grand work and sermons have been blessed, but would it not be well for us to put more emphasis on music? Uh. for a campaign of Old Hun dred! Oh, for a brigade of Mount l'isgahs! Oli, for a cavalry charge of Cornatlonsl Oh, for an army of Antlochs and St. Mar tins and Ariels! Oh, for enough orchestral batons lifted, to marshal all nations! As Jericho was surrounded by poor music for seven days und was conquered, so let our earth be surrounded for seven days by good Gospel music, and the round planet will all bo taken for God. Not a wall of opposition, not a throne of tyranny, net a palace of sin, not an enterprise of unrighteousness could stand the mighty throb of such at mosphorlc pulsation. Music! It sounded at the laying of creation's corqer-stone when the morning stars sang together. Music! It will he the last reverberation, when the arch-angel's trumpet shall wako tho dead. Music! Let its full power be now tested to comfort and bless and arouse and save. Wliile our evening meal Is being prepared in tho tents, wo walk out for a moment to the "Fountain of Elisha," the one Into which tho prophet threw the salt, bocause the waters were poisonous and bitter, and lo! they became sweet and healthy ; and ever since, with gurgle and laughter, they havo rushed down t he hill, and leaped from the reeks, the only cheerful object in all that region being these waters. Now on this plain of Jericho the sun is setting, making the mountains look like balustrades and battlements of amber and maroon and gold; and the moon, just above the crests, seems to be a window of heaven through which immortals might be looking down upon the scene. Threo Arabs as watchmen sit beside the campfire at the door of my tent, their low conversation In a strange language all night long a soothing rather than an Interruption. I had a dream that night never to be forgotten, that dream amid the complete ruins of Jericho. Its past grandeur returned, and I saw the city as it was when Mark Antony gave It to Cleopatra and Herod bought it from her. And I hoard the hoofs of Its swift steeds, and the rumbling of Its chariots and the shouts of excited spectators in Us amphi theatre. And there was white marble amid green groves of palm and balsam; cold stone warmed with sculptured foliage; hard pil lars cut into soft lace; Iliads and Odysseys in granite; basalt jet as tho night, mount ed bycarhunclo Hauling as the mornlng;up bolstery dyed as though dipped in the blood of battle-fields; robes encrusted with dia mond; mosaics white as seafoam flashed on hy auroras; gayeties which the sun saw hr day, rivaled by revels the moon saw by night; blasphemy built against the sky; ceilings stellar us the midnight heavens; grandeurs turretted, archlvolted and inter columnar; wickedness so nppalllng that es tablished vocabulary falls, and we must make an adjective and call it Herodlc. _ Bashful« But a Bouncer. Miss Ella Ewing, a Missouri giantess, is now visiting in Keokuk, la., accom panied by her parents. She was born in Lewis county. Mo., on March 9, 1872. Until she was 9 years of age she was an ordinary child but since then she has developed rapidly until now, in her eighteenth year, she is 7 feet 8} inches tall and weighs 232 pounds. Her father is 6 feet 1 inch and her mother 5 feet 3 inches. None of the relatives on either side has been noted for extraordinary size. She is well formed and rather pretty, but quite bashful and strongly averse to being exhibited as a freak. It takes twenty yards, double width, to make her a dress. Bridging tbe Straits of Dover. Experiments, it is announced, are being conducted in the channel near Folkestone for the purpose of testing the geological structure of that portion of the sea bed upon which it has been proposed to construct a bridge across the straits. The engineers engaged are M. Georges Hersent and, M. Renaud, marine hydrographie engines. The examination of tbe French coast is finished, and so far as it has pro ceeded on the English side of the chan nel it has, it is stated, proved satisfac tory. The sea bottom is declared very solid, and suitable for the proposed structure.—Echo. HE GOES A FISHING. çjioffut nnnrs a f 1:011 mi: it.4 r 1.1 x 1: 1 y Asn OF FUS'D r. «•* th« niir irdlitli, but in <'i«|»t Untutiiecl Mounter the Skipper Ke ll» Seen and Men Trie* to t atcli a ured II luiHeir fief» Away - W marked. [Hay of Fumly Letter. | I have been tip to St. Johns, New Brunswick, and seen the high tides. Do you know that the very vessels are adapted to them. When 30 feet of water goes out to sea nnd leaves the ships stranded you are surprised to see them standing right up in the mud on the bottom of the harbor, each by itself, without leaning against any wharf or anything. V closer inspection reveals the fact that each vessel has threo keels, about six G common level, support vuni-.li milking stool • to rest. And down undei th apart, running down to a so that « hen its llnent ms it stands up like a wherever it may happen tie it tlie farmers drive hips, bait their horses at (lie rudder, and barter with the skip pers overhead. So our little yacht sits beneath tlie lofty wharf and calmly waits for the tide 'o rise. a j ••^'>ôp> r Tî î ' low Ttnr is Tin: day or ri:xi>Y. s'esterilay I went out swordfishing, and this table rocks and reels like a por poise when I think of it, and my stom ach heaves a sigh. I had longed to go swordfishing all my life. 1 kuew the creature was fla vomus, gnmey, and good, for I had eaten savory hits of him broiled. 1 knew that ho carried on his pugnacious snout n sword of polished ivory, as lively as an Italian's stiletto and as heavy as King Arthur's excaliber. 1 knew ho would light like a cowboy, and was from eight to fifteen feet long. So I wanted to go after him, or I foolishly thought I did. I was talking in this way on the pile of stone they called a wharf when a skip per spoke up and says, "Yon goes a fel ler after 'em, W'y don't you go along 'er 'im?" He pointed at a sloop howling along under a stiir breeze straight out to sea. "(lethim," said I, "and 1'il give you a shilling. '' (We ure in Now Brunswick now. ) " And him two uv 'em?" "Yes, quick !" lie blew on his fingers a shrill pipe, one long blast, and two short as a signal, and received a similar answer ing horn. The sails luffed, the sloop h\>ve to and came around, and my whistling agent put me aboard from his own dory. Tlie sloop tacked again and laid her self right down before the wind. It was nice. Each xvavc was about as long as the sloop, and rolled up from toward Spain. It seemed like tlie corduroy toboggan slide at Coney island. It sug gested going to heaven in a hummock. We introduced ourselves. The skipper's nair.o 1 had boon told was Hallibut, but ufter I bad called him by it about a hundred times 1 found out that it was Uurlbut. He was at tlie helm, aud held tbe reins. Another man stood on a lit tle plutform about 30 feet up tbe mast, and it was bis business to discover tbe Bsb, and tell the captain which way to tteer. A third inuu was standing right out on tbe end of the bowsprit with a harpoon in bis right baud, a sharp ugly looking steel weapon six or seven feet long. "This is glorious!" I shouted. "Hey!" sung out the skipper, abovo the whistling wind. "Glorious!" 1 repeated. "Tail of a storm, " he shouted hack, "shan't git no fish. " I went over where he stood. There were two vessels like our own a little ilistanco off. with men in the cross trees and on the bow. The captain tacked, and as the boom eama »rnuud veiled out. M 'K out for ItlUH TIDE IK THE CAT OF PCJtDT. your head!" I looked out tor it, and then I observed for the first time that lie teemed in trouble. He was swearing in a low, gentle baritone voice uninterrupt edly, mildly, with quite a surprising range of epithet and of metaphor. It was the most serene profanity 1 had ever heard. It bad wheedling and even pa thetic accents, like a Newfoundland dog that is being petted. "What is it. sir?" I ventured to ask. "That infernal son of a sculpin on the !ee quarter stole a fish from me yiste' day, " said he in the same subdued voice "I'd like to whale 'em so't he couldn't stau' "—and then he blasphemed again in a foolish and ridiculous voice. "Did he take it right oil tlie deck?' asked. He cast n withering glance at me. ■wore a little, and romarked: "He did not) but he might just as well uv. It was my fish. It xvan't more'n ten rod ahead uv us. and we wu* jest a goiu' to gather 'im. " I said I "never considered a deer mine till I'd shot dm. " He grunted five or six time« In a way that was tad to see, embroidering that Utterance with on- arabesque of pro funity quit»» dazzling to hoar, and added, "lln! a door! well ho might git awaj I'm vo, mightn't he? an' a swordfisl couldn't git away f'm me, could hel 1 hat's the difference, ain't it. Just as soon that --- white livered measly cuss had look it right off'm ray deck. " "Larhoatd bow!" yelled tho man in tho rigging. "Hello!" said the captain in a sur prised way, and put ids helm a-port The sloop listed to the leeward and tlie man on the bow held up his harpoon at arm's length and gazed anxiously down into the water. A writhing convulsion—chug—the sharp iron had left his hand anil gone into the sea. The ro|io rattled after, the sloop came around into the wind, a boat was tossed over the guards by a man ami a hov. and tlie chase began. Answering ray inquiries, tho skipper said, "he'll run till he tiros out, then In 'll come io the stirfaoo and they will haul him up to the boat, knock him in the head with au axe, aud pull him aboard- if they are strong enough. If lie's too big they'll tow'm over here. " NVe 'vere almost out of sight of land. The sloop was running a hurdle race, jumping over waves as high as a house. Stic pitched fearfully and she rolled awfully. Tobogganing was tiring mo out. it suggested going in a hammock to (lie other place. My stomach was queasy. In the distance I could see a forest of sardine vessels at the wharves al East port ready to start when the storm sub sided. " When are we going ashore? " I asked. "When we get some fish,"said tins skipper. "This is glorious. " I stood up a minute longer heroically aud then I calmly lay down in the bot tom of the vessel—in my white flannels, oh, beloved, reader! in my white flan nels. It was wot aud mackf'rel had apparently just been shovelled out of it, but I did not caro. 1 was indifferent as to what became of my clothes or my self. The skipper began to sing. I cast one imploring look at him and- Bring a bucket, Pete!" ho exclaimed to tlie other bov. Pete did as lie was told. "Say! Yor siting yer garmiuts!" re marked the skipper. I tried to remem ber tho things iie lmd said about the unscrupulous mariner who stole hi: swordfish. The sloop lay wallowing in the trough of tho sea and I lay wallow g in tho trough of the sloo]>. "Say!" repeated the skipper, in his mellifluous voice, "you are faint fer lack of vittals. The boy Tl bring you some meat. Wot you want is to put some chafing gear right down on your giz zard. " I was too wretched to reply, or even to look at him. 1 thought 1 would post pone 1ns assassination till I got him ashore, Wo got back to town Some time to ward night, and after lying on a pile of boards for a couple of hours I got so that 1 could stuud up and even speak a few words. WA1T1KO Seeing the jufant fiend passing up the street in the gloaming I asked him if they got the swordfish. "No, sir," ho said. "Didn't ye know he got away f m us and took the har poon? That's xvhat made the cap'n so all fired m:id coming home!" When I found the wharf where I had agreed to land I found that my wife had been wailing there for me two hours in one of tlie peculiar conveyances of this region, I shall not go sword fishing again till I cross tho blessed river Styx, to whose calm waters sea sickness never comes, W. A. Croffut. MEN AND WOMEN. The belle at a recent dog feast in en Indian reservation in Dakota wore jacket trimmed with teeth from ISO elks, which she had herself slain. There is still living on a plantation in Lee county, Go., a negro woman who does not know that she is free. She is totally deaf, and h&q never been made to understand about emancipation. Tlie now German Chancellor, General Caprivi, is an inveterate smoker and a moderate drinker. He manifests marked preference for wine over beer, which he touches very rarely and spar inely. Miss Alice Parker was lately admitted to the Middlesex, Mass., county bar, being the third woman thus received in Massachusetts. She is a native of that State, but has already practiced her pro fession successfully in California. Mrs. Jefferson Davis writes that her daughter, Mrs. I. A. Hayes of Colorado Springs, and her husband, have changed their little son's name to Jefferson Hayes Davis, "so that there shall be one to bear the beloved and honored name his own blood. " Prime Minister Crispi is a millionaire, though tbe poorest among Italian revo lutionary exiles thirty years ago. His enemies accuse him of having grown wealthy at the cost of the State Treasury, and his friends say lucky speculations and shrewd investments yielded him his fortune, Miss Edwards, in a recent lecture on "Tlte Literature and Religion of Ancient Egypt, " stated that tbe oldest book in tbe world ia at present in the Bibiotbe que Nationale at Paris. Tho Egyptians were the earliest makers of literature, and this document is on papyrus, and was written long before the Ouistiaa era A GREAT "SCOOP." Telegraph JlMHeniter liny's RemlaUeese* «I the Lincoln Asnssslnfitlon. "The assassination of Lincoln," read Henry N. Garland, passenger agent of tho Wabash, ns he spread out a copy of a newspaper dated April 15, 1865, and which contained an account of tha murder of the president. '•I remember that event most vivid ly," said Mr. Garland, "and it is im printed on my memory through a part I played tho next morning in connec tion with it. I was a boy living in Oswego, N. Y., at that time, and was messenger boy for what was known ns the United States Branch Telegraph 'ompany.' It was a Canadian lino nd we wero fighting the Western Union for all we wero worth. In Oswego tho Western Un ion oflico was purated only hy a partition. The rivalry and jealousy was bitter, and messenger boys followed the example of our superiors in working up busi ness. Whenever we'd delivered a message we'd ask for an answer, and if the fellow would say there was nono d wait until ho read the message and then ask him if he was suro there was nothing to go back. It was my business to open the oflico in tho morning, and tho day after Lincoln was shot I was down at the oflico at 7:30 getting ready for the day's work. There wero no night offices then, and no one in Oswego had hoard of tho assassination. As 1 opened tho door I heard tho instrument ticking our oflico '.all. I was just learning then, and know nothing beyond tho oflico call, O. S., and tho alphabet, which I could figure out. I wondered why the thing was going so early, and let it go for awhile. Tho call was kept up for so ; I became convinced that it was something big. We used tho old wheels and a roll of papor in those day s, something like a bucket shop ticker, and I walked over to tho instrument two or three times undecided what to do. Thero would be no ono around for an hour or two, and at last I wont to tho koy aud broke in with 'i i,' tho signal that all was ready for tho mes sage and turned on tho wheel. Tho instant 1 did so my hair began to raise, as tho operator at the end, be lieving tho regular man was on, began to send in a big message. I was fright ened half to death and hardly knew what to do. The blamed ticker kept a going though, and after 1 bad pranced around tho ofilce awhile, it began giving the ofilce call again. I surmis ed what the operator wanted this time and I gave him 'O. K.' and signed. This was all ho wanted and he let mo alone. I took tho strip of paper and pencil and sat down to figure out the message. It was pretty cold, but I was wet with perspiration and so ner vous I could hardly hold the pencil in my fingers. •I finally managed to find out what it meant» Aba Lincoln was shot and our oflico had got it first. I rushed out to the door and saw that tbe West ern Union had no bulletin out nnd then I began to work. I got a big sheet of paper and with plenty of ink managed to fix up a bulletin that drew a crowd. About 9:30 the manager camo in and asked me what I meant I told him what I had done nnd he nearly had a fit It wus a great scoop on the West ern Union and a big 'ad' for our com pany aud the boss predicted that I would be the biggest operator and telegraph man in the country—but I guess I let down too soon."—Chicago Evening Jo urnaL a to in Two Pigmy Engines. The smallest engine we have any record of is that made by D. A. Buck, of Waterhury, Ct The engine, boiler, governor and pumps all stand on a space seven-sixteenths of au inch square and are about five-eighths of an inch high. The engine has 148 distinct parts, held together by fifty two screws. Three drops of water fill the boiler to overflowing. The diameter of the cylinder is one-twenty sixth of an inch; the length of stroke three-thirty-seconds of an inch. The whole engine weighs but three grains, not including base plate. Levi Taylor, an ingenious meohanlo of Indlanolu, la., has constructed an engine almost equal to the Water bury wonder. This pigmy was on exhibi tion at the centennial at Philadelphia in 1876. It is built on a twenty-five cent gold piece, the whole outfit weigh ing but a fraction over three grains. It must have been quite a contrast to tbe enormous Corliss engine when on exhibition in the same building. Tay lor's engine, while not as small as that made by the Waterbury mechanic, is a wonder that will be better aopre elated when the reader is informed that it would take 146 such engines to weigh one ounce avoirdupois.—St Louis Republic. ths Saw Him Practising. "I think," said a Dwightviile man to his wife, 'T will give up business and embrace some profession." "I thought" returned the wife sar castically, '-that you contemplated embracing something when I saw you practicing on the kitted gist lest night"—Toronto Truth. ' . Iks tew Has Erne ft. | The number of trampe has decreas ed 75 per oent in the lost fiée and it Is the laws pOBSÄ by ent states whloh hate dooe you make tramping a crime a tramp to goto work Bad honest living.