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' K rlT& J?M?7rx '", . ... " SUNDA' 10 PITTSBURG-' DISPATOHf APRIL" 44s 1889. v' I B R come into the store in King street it was King street then and we would talk of everything; of your dear mother, my boy; of your uncles" and your aunts; why, I knew Salem as well as as well as your father Knew Cambridge and Boston, and what could I say more? Then at M orris town why, Harry, where did I not know him? No. indeed, his boy needs no letters to me." This was all very nice and flatter ing, and Harry went bravely on to tell his business. But instantly General Knox's smile died away, his forehead wrinkled itself, and he could hardly let the young man finish his appeal. "O, dear Mr. Curwen, ask for anything 'but a commission. Everyone wants a com mission and there is no commission to give anyone. See here and here and here each of these is a file of applications for commissions. Each separate paper is an application. The recommendations are yonder " and he pointed across the room. "If I were our august ally. King Louis himself," and now he laughed again, "I should not have commissions enough for the young men who want them." But these young men," said Curwen boldly, '-want to kick their heels here in garrison. I do not I want to see service; I want to see life. General, I want to do what you did, and my father I want to be gin. "Bemember, you showed me how." "That is prettily said, my boy," said the veteran, who was himself not 40 years old; "and if these days were those days, you should jiave had your commission, and should have been in your regimentals before now. We did not wait long then for pipers or for service. But these are days of peace, alas; so much the worse for yon and me. "So, my lad, if it is to the Ohio or the Kentucky you would go, you must go and talk with Parson Cutler, by your own home, or to Mr. Synimes here. For me, I have not power to send one enlisted man there, far less an ensign. I hate to say no to yon, but truly there is nothing else to say." So Harry Curwen experienced the second sharp rebuff he had received within a week. As he passed out through the door, which was held open for him by a eourtly black man, and in the raw northeast wind stepped out upon the stoop, le remembered, bitterly enough, that it was Just-at that hour, that day week, that he had heard in Salem of Sarah Parris' intention. Slowly enough he returned to Francis', and with little enough interest entered on the business which came next bis hand, which was the eating of his supper. Then, with a group of young "Virginians, who had come on to see the Congress, he went to the theater, and tried to amuse himself with the remorse and pnnishment of George Barn well, and afterward with the humor and music of the Beggar a opera. But these things, which would have seemed to him very brilliant ten days ago, seemed very stupid now. and the young Southerners found him a poor companion. He left them early, and went back to the inn and to his bed. Morning brought courage and counsel. He made his plans, and from that moment, life seemed tolerable to him. He could not follow it out until afternoon, but be was sure it would succeed then. So he hired a boat, and bade the man take him to Brook lyn, and up the river to Harlem, and across to the Jersey side. He found the man was an old veteran, willing enough to spend the morning in pointing out this and that me morial of the war. As they walked and talked, the morning passed by, and Harry Curwen knew that he was nearer and nearer the issue which he waited. Two o'clock came, and he walked boldly to the house which had been shown to him the day before as the President's. On the sidewalk and even in the street quite a crowd of the people who had most curiosity and least occupation was standing, and Harry was not displeased to see this. For it showed him that he had been rightly in formed, and that this was the President's reception day. The young fellow's good fortune had not deserted him. This means that he came alone as it happened, no one else appeared at' the same moment. An usher led him to the door of the large drawing room, where the President was standing, whom Harry recognized at the moment he bad seen him the yearbefore, when he made his'progress" through the Eastern States. General Knox and Colonel Pickering, as it happened, were both standing near Washington. Even at that moment, all strung np as he was by the audacity of his own determina tion, and by the miracle ot his own success thus far, young Master Harry Curwen no ticed a certain shyness of manner which Sever deserted George "Washington on occa sions of ceremony. If he had a poacher to thrash, a servant to scold, a regiment to lead, an army to rally, or an enemy to send packing, "Washington was in no sort shy. But when he was in the midst of the eti quettes of elegant social life, even to the end of his career, there would appear just a shade of the not unbecoming diffidence with which the fatherless "Virginian boy. trained in the field sports of the Rappahannock farm, may have first met Lord Fairfax in his Lordship's drawing room. Harry Cur wen had found himself sufficiently bold in GovernorT$owdoin's drawing room, or in Mr. Crowninshield's. Still his andacity was not so great hut that bis voice quivered a little as he said to the man whom he be lieved to be the greatest in the world: "Let me introduce myself, Mr. President My name is Qarwen. I come from Salem, in'Massachusetts Bar." "I thought I was not wrong," said the President, who did not, however, take the outstretched hand, which Curwen had half presented, a little awkwardly. "Sou were one of the Marshals last summer when we rode out to see the new bridge the bridge to Beverly." Curwen was surprised now, and, of coutse, flattered. He was" at his best one always is when he speaks to a great man and frankly expressed his surprise that the President should have remembered him. "I believe I remember you. sir, because I remember your father. Indeed, sir, 1 do not forget Sow he died." And, after con quering his own shyness thus, as "Washing ton could do sometimes, under strong emo tion, he asked how long the young man had been in New York, and if he were traveling to the southward. But, of course, Harry's luck could not last forever. Before he could answer, other visitors swept in, and it was impossible for him to keep a place which would arrest their passage. The etiquette, however, did not require that he should leave the room. He was able to speak to Colonel Pickeringand Gen eral Knox,and joineda party ot his friends of the evening before who were chatting in a corner. AH the time he watched the great man as, indeed, they all did. And, at last, Harry's moment came again. He saw that the tide of visitors was ebb ing; for a moment the President was disen gaged, and even turned to speak to a friend, who left him, as if on a commission. "With the audacity of youth, Harry crossed the room, and said at once: "Mr. President, you are kind to young men I want to ask you what General Knox refuses me." "Washington was amazed but amused. "General Knox and I are good friends, Mr. Curwen," he said, laughing. "We have fonght a great many battles together-we are apt to be on one side." The oung man smiled and bowed, but persisted. "I asked General Knox to let me go to Ohio, and he does not want me." Again the great man laughed. "It is tLi Congress which does not want you. I be lieve my poor General Harmer would be glad of a thousand as good as you." "Mr. President," said the boy, "I am more in earnest than you think; General Knox showed me a thousand begging letters jrom young men who would be ensigns. General "Washington, tell me, is thereonrof them who wants to serve as I do f.r the honor of serving my country and you I want to see service. I want to serve as you served. I want to serve as a volunteer. And General Knox thinks there is not room lor me in the Northwest Territory;" this al most proudly. "I do not ask for a penny. I do not ask for a horse. Ido not ass: even for a chance of promotion. I only ask to serve mycountry under such an officer as George Washington puts over me." 'The boy had lost all his shyness, as the reader sees. The man looked on his glow ing face, and remembered his own Light Hone Harry, and the boy John Curtii, who I died atTorktown. He turned and looked for" Knox, who had left the group and was standing among some members of Congress in the emhrasure of a window. But they left when the unexpected happened, and the President rapidly crossed half the room and put his faand'on Knox's shoulder. "Knox, you remember this boy's father. But you were not with us when we lost him. I never forget the last words he said to me. He bowed on his horse and said, 'It shall be as you say, General,' and rode away. It was as I said, but they told me he was dead when they brought the news. Here is his son he seems a good fellow." Knox assured him that Harry had distin guished himself at college, and was highly esteemed among young men. "The blood is the best in Essex county. Some of them were Tories but, then. I have been talking with Pickering about him." "Knox, this is the kind of fellow to en courage. Keep him with you a"few weeks, then send him with dispatches to Harniar. He is a volunteer. Ton need not put him on any roll." Knox laughed as between themselves these two men did. "Your Excellency, I will make Mrs. Knox take him home with us. I will treat him as you treated the Marquis." And Washington went back to his station. He beckoned to Curwen, and bade him talk to General Knox. And so all we care for, of the reception, was over. So youth and audacity and sentiment had their way, as they will where prudence and propriety and what is called reason fail. Happily for us who live in the world, this often happens more often than men choose to believe. And so it was that Harry Curwen" saw the interior of the little war office of that day, and then that he was sent to Philadelphia and Lancaster to see about some pact-saddles wnicn nad been ordered, and then inspected some cartridge boxes, and some knapsacks which could not get themselves painted. In all which com missions he proved himself not afraid to work, and willing to ride all night and all day if the business on hand required it And so was it that at last the happy day came, which had been put ofl again and again, till he had thought he should die of impatience. In company witn a uount from Austria, who was traveling, and who was commended by "Washington to the good offices of General St Clair in charge of a party of boatbuilders and seamen who had been enlisted for the "Western service Mr. Harry Curwen, Acting Lieutenant, serving as a volunteer on the staff of General Knox, received his dispatches from General Har mar and Saint Clair, and was speeded pn his way. So it happened that he struck the Monon gahela river about 12 miles higher up than Cephas Titcomb struck it He and his men built their barge much more quickly than the Newbury men built their ark. Harry pressed everv day, and on moonlight nights would hire the carpenters to work half the night So eager was his hope to gain a day or two in which he might stop at Marietta, and show to Sarah Parris that somebody re spected him. And so it happened, as in this world some things will happen, that the day after his barge was launched, as his jolly crew and he sped down the river, a little flag fly ing in the fore, Sarah and the children waved their flag as a bignal on their side, while the barge flew by on the other, and the eager young man never dreamed whom he was passing. It was Gabriel and Evan geline again. And when, in the shortest passage yet made, he arrived at Fort Harmar with his barge -and when the next day he went to inquire about the Titcomb party, it was only to learn that no one -so much as knew they were coming. CHAPTER V. THE VOYAGE. At last the famous ark was finished, and a good ark it was. although the building" of it had not taken as long as the building of Noah's. There was a great deal of joking about the name which the ark should bear, whether it should be called Sarah, for Sarah Parris, or Miriam, for Mrs. Titcomb. Mrs. Titcomb voted every time for Sarah, and instructed the boys , to do so, but Mr." Titcomb and Sarah voted always foryMrs. Titcomb; and, according as at the discussion there were more or less of those who had had a share of the building, the vote went for the one party or the other. At last it happened that, on the'same moonlight night, one eager party painted the name Sarah on the port bow, if bow it might be called, and at a late hour another party, under the same moon a little further advanced in the heavens, painted Miriam on the starboard side of the cabin. So the ark started on her way with a double name. One does not often see an ark on the "Western waters now, though probably a diligent antiquarian or adventurer might find one. As became a party of Newbury men, half of whom were shipbuilders, and some of whom had even had a hand in the building ot the Protector, the Sarah-Miriam was more staunch and seaworthy than were most of her class. Below, the vessel was what they would have called on the Mem mac a good hay-scow. The gunwale on each side ran up rather higher than it would have done for a hay scow, but there was not any very heavy freight to put on board, and all that one wanted, as John Fairchild said, was that the "critters" and the babies should not tumble ovr. Ample space was reserved for the "critters," lore and aft. They stood, a little as the "crit ters" stand on a Jersey City ferry-boat to day. Indeed, there were many occasions on the voyage where, on a favoring shore, they were able to land, for green food and exercise. Amidships, a cabin, well enough TirriiMifA fn tnnl tnp trotlii nf JTtina wl Julv, took up perhaps a half of the spaoifj in tne long scow, isui it was not so wide but tint one could walk tou the right hand and on the left, as one walks on the guards of a Mississippi steamer to-day. And it was not so frail but that on the top there were chairs and a long settee, so that here was the favorite place for all parties to sit as they floated along, unless, indeed, the sun were too severe. As for means of motion the Monongahela, and afterward the Ohio itself, tookcare of that All riv ers run to the sea, and these rivers, as they ran, bore with them the emigrants who were faring west It is trne that the way is not as direct as the modern railway en gineer would make it. Sometimes they went north and sometimes south, sometimes they went east and sometimes west; but their progress, if not fast, was sure, and, as Bed Jacfiet said of his life: They had all the time there was." Cephas Titcomb and the other men would growl a little when, after a good run to the southwest, the river chose to bend and take them back again toward the rising sun; but there was noth ing to be gained by growling and the women and children were soon hardened to all signs in the heavens, excepting those of threatening or present rain and lightning. At night, as sunset drew near, all eyes were eager to iind a good spot on the broad bank where the ark might be rnn up and tethered, where a fire could be made on the shore and the pork fried and the tea made, ' auu wuere cniiareu, ana pernaps Deasts, might have a run. Then the men were apt to sleep on shore; the women gener illy pre ferred the seclusion, and indeed, the securi ty of the cabin. There was more or less talk of risk from Indians, but Indians they never saw, and Sarah became quite incred ulous of such stories as they drifted on. At the earliest gray of morning the fire would be built, and whoever was responsible for the cooking came to make the breakfast, and to make ready what should be eaten at noon. As soon as it was light enough to discern a "sawyer" or a snag, the ark would be unmoored and would be floating again upon its way. The word snag has come into the English language, and has a meaning generally known. A "sawyer" was a log firmly fixed at one end, but working backwards and for wards with (he current It took its name from the resemblance of its motion to that of an old-fashioned saw in a saw-pit Fnrthe women-folk there was sewing enough, and knitting enough, and a reasonable share of time 'and care was needed to keep the children from climbing too high, or from tumbling Into the water. There rere two or three books to read, and Mrs. Titcomb's invaluable era p-books, which Sarah had dipped into already; and there was of course long talk on the mysterious future before them. Sarah never forgot her promise to kind Parson Cutler, that she would collect and dry plants for him, to send back if she ever had an op portunity; and all the boatmen and all the children were eager in bringing contri butions to her from the treasures, wholly new.of the woodland and meadow land as it opened upon them. Long letters home were written to take the chance of conveyance by a returning emigrant But they were with in 20 miles of Fort Harmar before anything occurred which could be called an adven ture. - i They had tethered the boat .a little earlier than usual, when three rifle shots, fired to gether, called their attention to the other side of the river, and here" they saw the women of another party people "whoby this time they knew perfectly well waving a flag, and evidently beckoning to 'them. In the courtesies of ark life, these other emigrants had kept up very friendly rela tions with our party. More than once they hadbreakfasted together, and often one party had "spent the day ""with the other. This waving of the flag was simply an in vitation that our friends should come across the river to a cup of tea. Probably the hunters had brought In a deer out of season, or, perhaps, a stray wild turkev. CephasTitcomb hesitated about accept ing the invitation, but the boys were eager to go, and after some hesitancy he gave his consent that they and Mary might go, as Sarah said she would go with them and take care of them. For Sarah was accredited the best boatman of the party, as well she might be, knowing all the intricacies of Salem and Marblehead harbor, and well able to pnll a dory through the surf on any beach in the bay. To be sure, she knew, and Cephas Titcomb knew, that all this had nothing to do with the management of a dug-out, but at the same time he would have been ashamed of his own boys if they could not paddle the dug-outacross the'river and back at any time of the day or night, and the presence of Sarah was rather a pre caution of prudence that all persons would be home early enough, than it was a com pliment to her powers of navigation. So the boys' hair was brushed, their Sunday hats were put on, Mary was properly ar rayed for a visit, and the four started in the rude canoe, Sarah in the stern and the two boys paddling. "When they came into the proper current ot the river, they found it faster than they had expected. It happened that at the same momen t,an unexpected squall struck them from the northwest, so that they could not take their course so perfectly direct to the other ark as they had proposed. Sarah bade the boys let the head tall off a little, and told them that 'they would easily enough work up in the eddy of the southern shore. So, in fact, they would have done; she was rightly maneuvering her little ves sel, and was passing one of the little islands on the south side of the river, when Cephas, by some accident or carelessness, lost his stroke. The boat swerved a little too near the shore and struck into the top of a fallen tree which projected several yards into the water. On the instant .she rolled over and all of them were swimming. The current ran very fast and they found the bottom of the boat "tearfully slippery," as Mary Tit comb said afterward. They could get no hold upon it, and Sarah herself said afterwards that she doubted whether it helped them or hindered them most. But, as the younger Cephas said, he did not want to lose the boat He seemed to be indifferent, even to careless ness, to any risk of his own life, but seeing iu a moment that neither his sister or Sarah werein any fear ot sinking, he bade them shelter themselves on the island and said he would go down with the boat, turn it over at the first chance, and bring it back to them. His brother determined to hold on in the same adventure, and the girls, thus losing their escort, looked about for some means of working their way in under the willows to the shore. "Never fear, Mary. Come with me, come. witn me, ana turning on ner Dace, saran struck out boldly to the point which stretched below them. The frightened child obeyed her, and in less than a minute they found themselves clutching to the arms of a fallen willow. Of course the branches tangled themselves- in their dresses, but after a little dragging and pulling and tearing, they dragged themselves along till their leet struct tne sand, and in an instant more were ont of the water upon the shore. At such a time, the first feeling; to a per son who has never undergone the experience before, is surprise at the possible wetness of clothing. Alter mat comes gratitude or in dignation or hope or fear. In the present case, Sarah laughed and poor little Mary cried. But the elder girl took possession of the other in an instant, pulled off the outer wraps, which were not very .heavy on that July evening, and began to wring the water lrom them. The sun was already down, and she was doubtful how their night would take care of itself, but she pushed along under the bushes and through the tangle as well as she might to see what sort of an island had changed her into a Robinson Crusoe, A minute more, and her questions were all answered. There were evident signs of human presence, logs had been cut, and she could see the stumps of fallen trees. She pressed on with her little charge, and in a moment more came out upon what was half a tent and half a cabin, with a little smoke rising behind it, full in the face of the first Indian women whom she had ever seen in her life. Once more the interview had not the ter ror which she would have said would have attached to it, had one asked her that morn ing how she would like to meet two squaws. The consciousness that there was a bit of fire where that wet child conld be dried quite overcame her fear of tomahawk and scalping knife. And while she was inward ly aware that she ought to be conciliating these queens of the soil, if such they were, Sarah once more broke out into uncontrol lable laughter. To tell the trnth, the queens of the soil had not much of the aspect either of Boa dicea or of Zenobia, or of any other mistress of mankind. They were very dirty, their faces were verv heavy and stupid, the black hair which fell around their very dark faces was tangled and matted, each of them was wrapped in a blanket which seemed never to have been white or yellow, and each of them was smoking a corncob pipe. The first though of which the girl was really con scious was one which had nothing to do with the circumstances in which she found herself. It was this question: "Why in the world do people calf these Indians cop per colored? and why did that Major Denny call them yellow?" Indeed her own feeling was that they were very black, and of the color of dirt or smoke, whatever that color might be. But an instant was enough for these critical considerations, Essex-bred, and the girl, assuming her most "friendly at titude, approached as if she were quite sure of those to whom she spoke, and offered to them her hand. Continued jfext Sunday. Copyright, 1SS9. by Kdward Everett Hale. A Reception to Nobility, f British Tourist (in Park Bow restaurant) Waitah, you may bring me oystah-cwabs-dipped in oil. terwapin wagout, SwIm bwead, and a pint of Yellow Labell The Waiter (with an excess of veneration) Say, Jimmy, tell der Speeleri tw strike up "God Save d' Queen."' J' Prince ' Wales is camel Puck. REASON IS RELI6M. Gail Hamilton Says fieason is God's Own Eevelation to Every Han. PAGANISM OP EELIGIOUS FORMS. Christ's Influence on life To-Day in Eu rope and' America, HIS NAME THE P1YQT OP THE T70BLD rwnrrrrN tob thi dispatch. "What the wprld needs just now is not.a new religion, but a more accurate knowl edge of the old religion. Church of En glandism is not the old religion, Boman Catholicism Is not the old religion. Con gregationalism.TJhitarianism, Presbyterian ism are not the old religion. They are all different forms of paganism. All form-considered as religion is paganism. This is not to say that they are bad. All paganism is not bad. But God is a spirit; and they that worship Him purely must worship Him in spirit and in truth. Christianity is the splritnal truth of all the ages, irrespective of all forms, distilled from all sources, forever vitalized with the power of an endless life in Jesus Christ our Lord. All the conflict which Mrs. Humphrey "Ward portrays comes from taking the Church of England as spiritual authority, instead of taking the authority of one's own reason, studying the words of Christ, the work ofGod. Everything which sub stitutes authority for reason is to that ex tent paganism. Beason is God's own revela tion to everyman. He may use his reason in judging authority, but nothing has au thority except so far as it is founded on rea son. Mr. Gladstone but falls into the common' way of talk when he saysof the new religion Christianity without Christ, that it abol- ioUn f AiiiieA 4ria tirrinla onltiAwitw P Scripture. But Scripture itself has no au thority outside itself; outside, that is, of its own reasonableness. The Scripture writers never hesitate to abolish each other's au thority. Isaiah swept away the ground, from under the feet of Moses. Paul with stood Peter to the face because he was to be blamed. Christ in so many words affirmed that the great Jewish law giver had com promised with sin and framed iniquity into a law which was not the upright law of the beginning. The Bible has no authority ex cept that of right reason in the reasoning animal, man. BEASOH" VS, AUTHOBITY. Ever and anon 'this is put forth as a startling innovation It is as old as thought itself; but because we are still bo beastly and therefore intellectually lazy, choosing to pull and snatch' and be greedy and quarrelsome, spending our'time like the hens and cats and dogs we still belong to, in getting the largest part of the corn and bone, instead of following out the lines of clear thought and high benevolence, as we shall when we cease to be cats and dogs and become pure spirit why, we are constantly laying our reason to sleep and taking au thority in its stead. "Beason is the only faculty we have wherewith to judge concerning anything, even revelation itself." . "Who has ever made a more radical, a more "free-thinking" statement? If Bobert Elsmere had been sent young to the school of the Bev. and Mrs. John K Cowles, of Ipswich, Mass., and had been set down to a proper grapple with touch old Bishop Butler, as he ccrtainlv would have been if he had gone there, he would not have been torn to pieces with wild reaction and recoil after be was a full-grown rector by remembering that an Oxford professor once said: "God is forever reason; and His communication, His revelation is reason." His poor little red 'head would' have been banged black and blue with itatrthat school to such an extent tnat no subsequent Ox ford Gray or green could 'ever have taken" him by surprise. "It is of much more importance to give our assent to doctrines upon grounds of reason and wisdom than on that of faith merely." "What modern victim, at Ihe mercy of thought, at the mercy ottruth, uttered this iconoclastic pronunciamento and died in the effort? Origen only he did not die of it and it seems to have cost him no more effort was a simple conclusion of common sense. A CLEAN, CLEAB PATH. "Which subject he (Cyprian) did not handle as he ought to have done, for he (Demetrius) ought to have been refuted, not by the testimonies of Scripture, which he plainly considered vain, fictitious and false, but by arguments and reason." It is from Lactantius, Xns,titutiones Di vina? and all along the way a clean, clear path has been stamped by the strong, steady feet of thinkers fighting for reason when reason meant chains and stake and cross; and we who have entered i nto their-rest but never into their labors', we pipe a feeble squeak for reason and on the strength of it call ourselves original and heroic, the slaves of thought There are always plenty of people in the mass to rnn after authority like sheep over a wall in theology as. in everything else. But when we speak" of science we mean what the leaders of science have discovered, the conclusions of original scientific inves tigation. The opinion of unlearned indi viduals,' indeed the opinionoi the unlearned mass has no scientinc weight. Ko in the ology, undoubtedly the Bible occupies to many Protestants, the pastors occupy to many flocks, a relation quite analogous to that which the Pope and the church occupy to many Catholics; none the less the way of Protestantism is studded thick with 'the electric lights of reason and who fails to see them should bestir himself as to the condi tion of his own eyes and not bemoan himself for the darkness of the path. ' Christianity something small and local? It is true or it is false according -as it is set against Christ's words or against some un tenable human dogma built up on Christ's words. If we must believe tnat the whole world was lost in sin without any effort on the partof its Creator to communicate Him self to His children, to teach and guide and strengthen them except through one .little wretched, wandering desert tribe leading to a Christ who benefits only those who con sciously met Him on earth, and those who now accept Him through a certain definite formula against such a theory, the declara tion that Christianity is something small and local is revolntionary. A MUSTARD SEED. But if any Church of England rectorhad valued the Bible more and the Thirty-nine Articles less he would have learned long be fore he took holy orders' that all his boqks could not jnakfe Christianity much smaller, much more local than the grain of mustard seed, the little leaven wherennto Christ likened it But, small and local, the vital oint was there, the eternal, life which has een ever since unfolding, however slowly, which by its mighty development promises to become universal. Mrs. Ward sees in that mustard seed only a grain of sawdust Mr. Gladstone speaks of the church, of the priesthood or ministry, of the sacra ments, as the established machinery of Christian training; as the wings of the soul. If "Bobert Elsmere" is any true picture of ecclesiastical England, the machinery has become too heavy for the motive. ' The. church and the priesthood and the sacra ments shut the soul away from God rather than interpret God to the soul. The wings are wooden and crush the spirit dnwji when it would soar toward its source. Never was a soldier sent to victory with so little powder in bis flask. "Truth has never been, can never be, con tained in any.one creed or system." "What asphyxia of the intellect must hare fallen on tne Church of England if suoh a' statement is revolutionary! It has been the teaching of American orthodoxy time out of mind. I have heard lit mvself from Una silenced now in death-Vthat any system pro- I fessingto be a complete exposition of truth was by that very profession proved wrong, because no system can compass perfection, not being in possession of all the facts. Our iron-bound, orthodox Puritan bigots, what ever hard term you will, riveted that truth into an institution 0 years agor clamped it in so fast and firm that the Supreme Court of Massachusetts is having very hard work to get it out and will, I trust, work in vain; the "infallible revelation which God con stantly makes of Himself in His works of creation, providence and redemption." If God is constantly revealing Himself, no system can be perfect, because it must be founded on partial knowledge. THE INFLUENCE OtfJIHEIST. "The toiler of the world," says Mrs. "Ward, "as ho matures may be made to love Socrates, or Buddha, or Marcus Au relius. It would seem often as though he could not be made tolove Jesus." By their fruits ye shall know them. "Which has the.most influence on life to-day in Europe and America,Socrates,or Buddha, or Marcus Aurehus, or Jesus Christ? How many are reared to Buddha in England? How many workingmen and women on the Continent sustain a -memorial supper to Socrates. How many of the trades unions of the United States or how many indi vidual members of society, ybung men and maidens, ever founded an alliance of mutual endeavor in rieht living, in benefi cent and charitable work in the name of Marcus Aurelius? Or of Socrates?. Or of Buddha? , I A little while ago a young girl, sweet, pure, perfect, I think one might say, went beyond the vision ofearth. Three and a half years after her death a sealed envelope was found which contained a paper whose date showed that it was written when she was 12 years old. It was to this effect: "I do henceforth and forever give myself to the Lord Jesus Christ I give my soul to Him; my body to work for Him; my tongue to speak for Him; my hands to work for Him; I give mv whole self to Him. to-be Vorever His. He will keen me. euide me and guard me. I must seek Him everv da v.' I must love Him better than all the rest oH the world. I must do as I know He wants me to do, and all I do must be to please Him. I must love ,to read His word. I must do all the good I can in all the ways I can. Not one of all these things can I do withont Hia help, and He will help me if I come to Him with my whole heart." Seven years after, overtaken by sudden illness in Europe, the same little hand wrote: "Ob; my darling, how I miss youl I am so homesick that I feel sometimes as if I cannot bear it is not this imsnr? "Nothing seems like home. The food-is so fussed up and different. This is a little thing to speak of, but yon know when one is sick then when I think I may die here, the longing is dreadful to get! home and see you all once more. I would give all Europe to be with you again. But Jesus is my never-failing friend. -He is always near with comfort and help. He always makes me happy and satisfied to leave every event of life or death in His hands." Is it only what Jesus Christ has in com mon with Marcus Aurelius and Socrates, and other Jewish peasants of amiable inclin ations that brings him thus in effective pledge and stimulus, comfort and 'succor, to the innocent, yes, and to the guilty, to the weak, the straggling, to the helpless and the suffering? What lie is more stupendous than God's revelation of Himself in the long history of man if the Christian story which has ministered to generations of trusting, helpless, ignorant, devout, shall in a moment of dread awakening, or a more dreadful blank and dark, be proven false? "To reconceive the Christ! It is the special task of our age, though in some sort and degree It has been the ever recurring task of Europe since the beginning." "Why? There has never been anything which might be called a movement toward recoaceiving Socrates, or Marcus Anrelius, or George "Washington. "We have not been aware of any special attempt in Europe or America to reconceive Buddha, though Buddha is for us originally and as a man no more than an Oriental, an Asiatic, than is Jesus Christ "Why is it that the world can never' have done with Jesus Christ? "Why is it that His name. His nature, His life, His character, His work is the center of perpetual interests, is the pivot upon which the world's life'tnrns to-day? "Why, but because in Him was life; and that life is the light of men; because in Him the Word, the Logos, the Eternal Beason was made flesh and dwelt among men; and forever as long as the world stands, and more and more closely and lovingly the longer the world stands, will men study that object lesson from the "Unseen Uni verse, will men peer through that rift in the heavy clouds of matter to discern life and immortality brought to light; good tid ings of great joy which shall be to all people. Gail Hamilton. A LOSING GAMJJ. A Detroit Swindler Telia a Widow Some Astounding News. Detroit Free Press .1 He was a keen, sharp-looking young man, and he said to the lady of the house on Second avenue as he stood in the hall: "Madam, I have called for the suit of clothes which needs brushing and fixing." ""What suit?" she asked. . "Tour husband's Sunday suit, ma'am. He called as he went down this morning." "And he said I was to let you have them?" "Yes'm." "Did he appear an good health and spirits?" "Why, certainly." "Look and act natural?" "Of course. "Why do yon ask?" "Because he has been dead 18 years, and I have some curiosity on the subject!" "l I have made a mistake, perhaps!" stammered the yonng man. "Perhaps you have. The man you saw go out of here an hour ago is my brother. You may have better luck in the next block with the old-fashioned confidence game. Good morning!" Paternal Hospitality In Maine. Jack Dirigo (home on a visit) Look here, dad! that's a little the toughest daub I ever saw. HisB"ather (warnlngly) 'S-s-shl Easy, myi boy. Your mother may be listening. Help yourself. Judge. EHaPP ISHB; OTJIDA ON THE HORSE. The Life of Horses in Domesticity Pnll of Pain and Misery. WOMEN MOKE BRUTAL THAN MEN. A Caustic Article by the Famous Hovelist on the CBUELTI OP EACING I0UKG HORSES tX bitten ron the DisriTcn.1 The more one loves horses the more is one tempted to wish that the horse had never been tamed by man. The immeasurable ex tent of his services has certainly only been equaled by the equally infinite misery with which they have been requited". Most ani mals suffer greatly from the dominance of man, but, on a whole, the horse suffers the most of all. At its very best the life of a horse in domesticity is an unnatural life ot almost perpetual restraint; and at its worst it is a bell indeed, only the more cruel by its contrast with the patience and endurance of the victim tortured in it. A life deprived of liberty, denied usually the indulgence of most of its instincts and bound down under the caprice and exigen cies of human will, it must always be at its happiest; what it-is at its worst, what it has been for thousands of centuries, it is diffi cult entirely to realize. How far the old free impulses of a wild creature linger and stir-in the blood of the broken-in horse we cannot well measure; to judge by the high spirit and leaping bounds of the colt it would seem that much of the uifettered" temper has survived through generations on generations pondemned to servitude. X PENT-UP .EXISTENCE. The condition in which we keep the horse is almost as unnatural as that in which the lion hi the menagerie and the polar bear of the zoological gardens'pass their imprisoned existence. It is only as a filly beside its dam in the meadows, or at such rare times as, in maturer years, he is turned out to grass, that the horse can taste those sweets' of free and open air life for which nature created bim. The circumstances and obli gations of his life are in their best form op pressive and very sad to a creature naturally wild and swift as the winds of his native steppes. But I think they are made much more onerous than they might be if his owners would take more thought for this kind and long-suffering companion of his toil and of his pleasure. If men realized what their lives would be withont horsei they would perhaps be more indulgent and more careful ot an animal to which they owe so immense a debt Loose boxes, instead of being, as they now are. the privilege of carriage horses, should be universal; they take up a good deal of space, and so landlords will not build, and tenants will not rent, stables large enough to admit of them; but they are an absolute necessity or the comfort and well-being of the horse. IDLE, VICIOUS COACHMEN. Coachmen, who are as a rule the most lazy and vicious class, like to tie up horses because a horse who can roll and stretch at his will in the straw gives somewhat more trouble to bis cleaners in grooming. Nine out of ten coachmen will pretend that a horse is a crib-biter, or is given to gnaw his his own skin, or will invent some falsehood or another, to obtain leave-to tie him np to his manger. Unhappily the majority of horse owners are so ignorant, or so indiffer ent, that any fable gees down with them. There are even owners of racing studs who know little or nothing of the wants and ways of horses, while the average owner of carriage Horses deliver them helplessly over iuiaj wo uuuus ui ma cuacuman wiinom troubling himself to acquire the least knowl edge of what the animals require in health or disease. As a rule the piquour, or the head coach man, is a person who cares very little for the comfort and enjoyment of his stud, but heeds only the external appearance and the feats of speed of his animals. The splendor of many great stables is only a brilliant cover to much torture and distress permitted there, while in the innumerable town sta bles of the middle classes there is little oY no effort to keep the horses shut up there in happiness or health. If men and women studied and visited their horses more, things would be better for both animal and owner. If yon do not know whether your horse, is well fed, well groomed, well treated and well shod, you have no business to have him at all. Yet out of the millions owning riding and driving horses how many Lave this knowledge? ' N, CRUEL HOESEW02IEN. "Women 'are even worse than ignorant; they are more brutal than men to horses; it is always the lady who insistsrthat the bear ing rein shall rivet the poor animals' heads motionless for the sake ot the effect which she thinks is thus given to her equipage, while a woman will bring in her hunter bleeding from the spur, sweating from her one-sided weight, and trembling from her merciless riding, in a worse state than men will often like their mounts to present. Pew men saw their horses months, and fideet ceaselessly with the spur, as women will, and while a man has usually some more or less slight knowledge and conscience in his use and abuse of a horse's powers the female rider very frequently has neither in any degree. A child cannot, to my thinking, be taught too early to ride.even tne use of panniers on a donkey for infants shopld be far more general than it is, for it habitnates the child to the movement of the animal, and is far more healthy than the stupid perambulators or the armsof the nurse; but when the little boy or girl is' old enough to be put upon a padded saddle, whether borne by donkey or pony, it is time enough for him St for her to be tinght consideration for the four-footed companion which is the cause of so much pleasure; the lesson that animals are friends and should be treated tenderly, cannot be too early inculcated, and it is a mistake to let a small child thrash even a wooden horse. It is an ugly indulgence of the passions, best checked at once. the eacino fallacy. Early impressions are much more indeli ble than is generally believed; and a small child may, in nine cases out of ten, be taught to be kind and considerate as he may be taught his alphabet, and as he grows np that humane tenderness will grow up with him and resist even the gross and brutalizing in fluence of schools. But it is uselesi for even the best of men to be humane if it be not so intelligently; if he does not know how his horses should be treated he will be inevita bly at the mercy of his subordinates concern ing them. He need not drive himself, un less be wishes; but he. should know how he ought to be driven.. He need not feed bis horses himself, bnt he should know from their condition whether jhe oats he pays for dulygo in their stomachs-or are transmuted into silyer for his stableman's pockets. Bac ing, which vvith a solemn hypocrisyhardly equaled about any other thing is gravely put forward ns having for its sole aim and end the benefit of the equine race, has done more than anything else to injure it. The horse is not at the maturity of his powers until he iar some G years of age; yet thanks to racing he is thought already old at this age; and all the greatest demands upon him are made when he is a 2-year-old, a mere baby;" SPEED VERSUS STAYING POWEB. If extraordinary speed is attained by the breeding in and in of racers ihus tortured in their inlnncy, the questionable advantage is ill bought by the weakness and weediness entailed on the species; while of the barbar ous cmelty there can be no question; it cannot be concealed from anyone who seek horses come in at any race. If it were pos sible to make racing penal all over the world both men and horses would be Im measurably the gainers'. Baring has set np a wholly fictitious standard of value in a. horse; it should be staying, power, not; pace, which should be the object' of all breeding and training; it may be wonderful that a horse can fly so far in a minute, but it is of little actual nse; what is of infinite, of incalculable general nse is that the horse should be able to go at a good sound pace for a number of consecutive hours, and keep a robust frame and a hardy constitution through a fatiguing work. Bacing Pot only tortures tens of thousands of young horses uselessly,-but sends out into the world numbers of poor young ani mals who have broken down under train ing, and who, with a frame debilitated for-' ever, strained tendons, and aching hearts, are drafted into cab and hack work and know nothing but suffering from the trainer's box t the knacker's yard. The trotters of NewYorK and the 2-year-olds of New market may be stupendous, miraculous, in credible, but they are produced at a cruel cost, and they are of no real benefit either to horses or to men, Ouida. AN IKSECr WITH 25,000 EIS. Numerous VIsnnI Organs of the Beetle and Other Smnll Creatures. Newcastle (England) Uhronlcle.3 Are insects short-sighted? is a problem which many naturalists have set themselves to solve, and out of the evidence brought in favor or against the proposition, interesting information can occasionally be gleaned. On one hand, it is argued that sight is the most important sense which insects possess, and in support of this assertion it is pointed out that the eyes are generally very numer ods, tmu they command a wide field of.view, and that they are mostly present in two, or even in three different forms. But against this may be cited the fact, that there are many insects notably the myrmecophilops beetles whlcE have no eyes at all, while it has also been asserted that owing to the con vexity of the facets which make np the com pound eyes, vision, even when present, can only be found of service at close quarters. Tbe facets of the eye-masses are exceed ingly numerous, and are so arranged as to command a view in almost every direction, withqut any necessity for turning the head. The ant, which is comparatively slow in its movements, and in which flight is restricted to the single ascent made by the males and females before pairing, there are no more than 0 distinct facets in the eye. In one of the most.sluggish of 'our British beetles Blaps mucronata therS are about 250, while in Meloe, sjrhich is somewhat more active, there are nearly twice as many. In certain dragon flies there are 12,000, in some swift-winged butterflies 17,900, and in the Mordella, a very active beetle, upward of 25,000. Besides these compound eyes, there are in most insects, though not in all, a very limited number of simple eyes or oceli, which are generally situated upon the upper part of the head, and these bear a distinct resemblance, as far as the general character of their structure is concerned, to-the eyes of the higher animals. "With anatomists it has always been a question whether insects do or do not see with more facets than one at a time. It is, of coarse, oat of the question that all can be simultaneously employed, but whether groups of these facets see in different ,directions; and each group conveys one im 'pression, just as our two eyes do, has not been determined. The highly developed character of the eyes of insects, and their invariable presence in those species to which they could by any possibility be of service, seems against the theory of short or imperfect sight, while jt certainly favors the view that sight is the most important of an insect's senses. ' 'A SHARK'S BIG APPETITE. A Dry Goods Store, a Cigar Shop and Fart of a Steamer Swallowed. Chicago Times. 'We were leaving the harbor at Sidney one trip," said the sailor, "and as wecleared the offing we met a passenger steamer just in from Frisco. As we passed the steamer a huge 16-foot shark that had evidently made 'the entire passage in the steamer's wake turned and followed us. The shark seemed to have soma treasure aboard, as it sat low in the water, kind of water-logged, as it were, and it was with great difficulty it managed to keep np with us. Some of the fellowss proposed that we capture the big fish and explore its interior, so we rigged up a hook, baited it with a 20-pound morsel of pork, and soon had Mr. Shark in tow. By passing the line through a snatch-block on the main yard-arm and taking a turn with a pull around the capstan we hoisted the brute aboard, and as the fish dropped on deck its stomach spread out like a collapsed balloon. One blow from a handspike broke the creature's back and then we held a post mortem which disclosed the most varied assortment of junk I ever beheld. "First came a folded campstool, then a wire bustle, a sheet-iron bread pan, 19 bot tles, champagne and beer, some broken, a pillow, 10 soiled towels, a bible, ene cork screw with a wooden handle, a white vest and a tin spittoon, a sealskin cap, a bushel of cigar stubs, an embroidered slipper.some clinkers, a breakfast shawl, J. 1 old socks ont at the toes, 4 clay pipes, a loaded revolver, bunch of keys, 2 pocket knives, a razor and a whisk broom, X flatiron and a pair of pants, 23 upper and 7 lower sets of false teeth, a cork leg, 83 tin cans, several broken packs of cards.8 photographs, mostly yonng ladies; a gold-headed cane and an open um brella, a coal scuttle, 3 life buoys and a bottle of hairoil, 20 toothbrushes, 13 ping hats, a hair switch, 2 face powder xags, a board on which was printed, "Steerage pas sengers not allowed abaft the mainmast," a box of matches, a small valise, and a coffin plate." . "Is that all you found?" asked one of the Tnniic mpn in n faint vniot. "Yes," replied the sailor promptly, "tnat s all we found inside tqe snarE, but l noticed that when it turned away 'from the steamer to follow us it disgorged .about 25 yards of the steamer's wake, which it had swallowed when the other things were coming too slow." A JOKE OS HIS MAMMA. Why n New Haven Yoangiter Wanted to, Sny His Prayers In German. New Haven Falladlum.I A capital story is being told of a lad of 8 summers who had mastered the German language one winter while being-separated from his mother! He was conferring with his father as to how to surprise and delight his mother on the acquaintance of the new tongue, and a brilliant thought struck the young man. "I'll say my prayers in German; that'll surprise her, papa." The father admitted this was an original way, but decided that it was hardly proper. The boy pleaded, but the father, after al most giving in to the plan, finally vetoed it once for all on the ground of irreverence. This disgusted the 8-year-old, and he said: 'To a don't seem to understand, papa. It isn't a joke on God; it's on mamma." ' Xove's Labor Iiost. Pauline See here, young fellow, the next time yon make an appointment with me, yon want to remember that there are two spires on this church! Puck. ISTHEPLATWICKED?! A Criticism of tie Utterances of Three Noted Divines FROM A WORLDLY STANDPOINT. A Few Logical Deductions Drawn Their Arguments. From THE EFFECT OF W0ME5 ON THE STA9S rwarms rda thi sisrATcn. The arguments advanced last Sunday against the theater are decidedlv Christian arguments. It is granted by one of the three noted divines that such men a "Henry Irving, Edwin Booth, Joseph Jef ferson are great actors, honorable menr" but, because all actors and actresses are not moral, they say the playhouse should go. I will attempt to show that if we continue to follow such a coarse of reasoning, ws must condemn everything, be .it good or bad, which has not attained perfection. "" - Dr. Talmage says, "That which is wrong in a parlor is wrong on the stage," and nn philosophically concluder that because la certain theaters, sometimes, indecent scene! are enacted, it is, therefore, wrong for any . one to ever go into any theater to hear anyt play. If his proposition be correct, it is logical to conclude that what is Wrong oa the. stage is wrong in the parlor. The abundant newspaper testimony which tha Doctor says is conclusive evidence to him' that theaters are indecent, ought to be suffi cient to convince him that the number of immoral 'acts which take place in parlors throughout the land are even greater than those which take place in theaters. Ac cording to his logic, then, we should not have any parlors at all. . Are not indecencies recorded in the works of our greatest authors? "Would he have ns quit reading all newspapers in order that we run no risk of picking up, accidentally, one of the kind which contains advertise ments ten times more disgnsting than tha theater advertisements which he studies so valorously without being able to detect any thing but the pictures ot such as are "naked and not ashamed?" VIEWED FBOK THE FOOTLIGHTS. He boasts that all his knowledge of theatricalperformances is gained by a study of these pictures and from newspaper testis mony, declaring that he never attended but three, plays in his life. He supposes that these advertisements are all honest, and newspaper evidence, in this instance, he re gards as conclusive testimony. How credulous! Most persons are awara of the fact that advertisements are generally overdrawn; that newspaper testimony is as doubtful almost as Bible testimony to manv. more so. It is strange that one wlrb r believes it is wrong to hear immoral people iu, ur seo tueui act, buu who xiaa sucu im plicit confidence in newspaper testimony, should not hesitate before going to church lest he happen to hear an immoral preacher. Suppose Mr. Irving were to nseTalmage's logic and to say: 1 have been, many times in chnrches during the past ten years, but only to attend grabbags and church lotteries. I was never more than three times in 'a church to hear a sermon, and that was when I was about 19yearj-of age. There is not any newspaper in the "United States, which amounts to anything, that has not within the past few years reprehended the immoral conduct of many preachers who have been strip) ed of the rags of hypocrisy, and whose resulting nakedness has been even more, shocking than that of actors of no dress at all. When, therefore, the leading newspapers of the land, contrary to their nnanciai interests, severely criticise tna clergy for the antagonism of their creeds and dogmas, and for the immoral conduct of cer tain of them,, the testimony is to me con clusive. Hence X conclude it is better, to, never go to church. That is Talmagian reasoning, and .as tha homely adage goes, "What is sauce for tha goose is sance for the gander." a Btismsss VIEW. Mr. Cuyler informs us that no "sagacious employer ever chooses a clerk the sooner be cause he is a theater-goer," adding some thing about theatrical atmosphere dam aging piety. Neither does piety pass for legal tender, now-a-days, among sagacious employers. When a yonng man applies for a situation, certainly" he does not say that he Is a Pres byterian, an Episcopalian, a Democrat, an Anarchist, a Hard-shell Baptist or a Mor mon elder; neither does he request that bis pfous look be observed, or assert that he is a member of the Salvation Army, that his father is a Methodist deacon, and that ha expects some day to be a preacher. He re alizes that sagacious business men do not care whether tfeeir employes spend their leisnre time in churches or in theaters, so long as they are faithful to the trusts im posed in them. Among employers, busi ness training is considered more than spirit ual training, capacity and responsibility rather thai piety. Men of the world know and realize that a man may pray and pray, and be a villain. Mr. Crosby thinks that the only way to purify the theater is to banish women from it entirely; in other words he believes "it is not good for man to be alone." except when he goeth to the theater. He would banish the virtuous with the" vile, believingthat no man can look upon any woman on the stage, however modest her deportment, withont "a terrible damage to his piety," as Mr. Cnyler hath it , In a word their great charge against tha theater is the immorality of certain actors and actresses: Banish the women and pre serve our virtue is Mr. Crosby's idea. Alas, poor woman, that a mere sight of thee so damageth piety. Till thou art banished far from all creation we fear that no man's piety is safe. M. H. V. . JOHN AND HIS JOSS. - - Strange Forms of Worship Practiced by Chinese Men aod Women. "When John Chinaman goes to pray in his own orthodox style, and not "allee samea Melikan man," he stands on a carpet in -,v front of the high altar on which sits tha life-sized, gorgeously-dressed god, "Joss." In his hand helholds two pieces of wood, round on one side and flat on the other. After saying his prayers he drops these on the carpet, and according as they fall ha knows whether or not the prayer is an swered. If both sticks fall on their fiat side the omen is very bad; if one falls on the flat, the other on its round side, his prayer is granted; if both fall on their round sides it is a sign of being partly granted. Another way of praying is by means of t, small strips of red paper, on which tba prayer is printed and then pinned to tha " wall near the door. If a Chinese woman. ', wishes for a son she sends in her printed "J slip; if a Chinaman wishes to send a horsa or a house to some departed spirit he cats ont an image of it on the slip. Fire is tha 5 means of communicating with heaven, so after awhile the priest burns all these paper prayers in a handsome bronze furnace, which stands outside the door, and thus they are supposed to go direct to heaven. NOT OF MODERN 0BIGIN. Evidence That the Art of Interviewing "Waa Know In Ciesar's Time, - London Globe. '-" It is commonly believed that the scienco of "interviewing" belongs wholly to these" degenerate latter days. But a cotempor-' ary points out that it certainly flourished' in Boine. For what says Julius Cssear? " "Who is It In the Press that calls on mer" No doubt Cesar referred to'the eaterprif lag reporter of the Stella, or "our represen tative" of the Cloaca Xazima tha sensation-mongers of that day.