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- A CUP"OF COFFEE.
HOME OP THE BERRY 4\D HOW
IT IS CULTIVATED.
. The Coffee Tree an Evergreen?Its
Natural Growth Stunted Artificially?Preparing:
the
Berry For Market.
How many persons sipping their after;
dinner cup of coffee have ever given a
, thought to the various hands through
which it Las passed prior to that moment,
or how many have an idea of how it
grows and is prepared for market. CoiTcc
) was first introduced into Arabia from
Ethiopia as far back as 875 A. D.; next
in Constantinople in 1554; Venice 1015,
and in London, England, the first coffee
house was opened in 1G52. The culture
wo* introduced from Arabia to Java in
O 1690, and from that date on extended
? ' throughout the East Indies. In 1715
k Louis XIV*. received from the magistrates
of Amsterdam a cofTee plant benring
r blossoms and fruit, and this is claimcd
to be the parent stock of all West India
coffees.
The coffee tree is an evergreen and
Lv grows if unchecked to a height of
; twenty or thirty feet, but cultivated
i plants are pruued down low so as to be
more easily plucked when the fruit is
"'ripe. There is, like ou most tropical
plants, a constant growth of blossoms
and fruit, but at two seasons of the year
the regular blows occur, and at later
periods the harvesting is done. The ripe
berry resembles a cherry and grows In
- clusters close to the stem. It has a |
sweet pulp which is palatable, but of no:
! commercial value. Inside of the layer j
pulp are the two flat coffee beans, eaehone
surrounded by a tough skin, and these j
V two surrounded by another skin or \
hull. Sometime? it happens that!
* one of the beans doe3 not fructify j
when in blossom, and consequently only
one seed grows in the berry. Thit one,
j> not having any opposition, curls up
te round and forms what is known as
peaberry coffee. As the berries ripen
!?* they become red and dark purple. They '
??i*a ninkfifi br hand at intervals I
'during the harvest time. To prepare |
the seeds for market it is necessary to
remove, first of all, the outside pulp. !
This is done by machinery, which con-1
, fiists of various patterns. Some use an !
fr. upright cylinder, in which revolves j
another with teeth, that bruises the i
' berries as they pass through. Running
'Water washes away the pulp, which is
light and rises to the top, while the ;
seeds, being heavy, sink to the bottom
and are drawn off.
Next comes the drying process, which j
is usually contrived in this manner: I
There is a large space of bare ground in j
front of the coffee house, and here the
> berries are spread out during the day ;
and exposed to the hot suu. At night |
'they are raked up in piles and covered
to protect from the dew. In raking and '
spreading out the coffee small stones aud j
lumps of earth get mixed with it, as
V* many a grocer has found out to his cost
when he has ruined his coffee mill. To
prevent this the wealthier planters now
use long, shallow pans made of copper,
tinder which steam pipes run, and so dry
their coffee more quickly and save much
rehandlicg. After the berries are thor'ii
oughly dried they are run through
another machine which crushes and
' bruises up the now brittle skins surrounding
the seeds. They are then
' run through a fanning mill which carries
off the fragment of shells and sticks and
other impurities and leaves only the clean
coffee seed behind. These are again run
: ?' through machinery which separates the
different character of seeds, such as the
peaberry from the flat, the large from the
" email, etc. The coffee is then packed in
' bags and carried on mule back to the
-'shipping port, where it forms part of a
cargo for Europe or the United States.
The process of harvesting and curing differs
somewhat in various countries,- and
where coffee is largely raised, as in Brazil,
where it is the great staple, new machin
ery is constantly being introduced to save
labor and simplify the manipulation.
: In the island of Java the coffee is
placed after it is cleaned on flat shelves
;made ofmats sheltered only from above by
a thatched roof, and left to cure. The hot
winds sweep through these sheds and
thoroughly dry and cure the coffee, and
give it that rich dark look which is a
' sign of age iu Java coffee. In New York
there is a Coffee Exchange .which to a
certain extent regulates the values. Cofpt.
fee come3 to us of all varieties and
x' grades, but by far the largest quantity
ft- comes from Brazil, of whose entire crop
j (we consume the greatest part. To sim*.
. plify matters there have been adopted
certain standards, which range from No.
prime down to Xo. 10 common. It is
. usuallysold by first hands in cargo lots,
so many bags at a certain fixed price.
jThese large lots contain different qualities,
but the purchaser pays one price for
all, and afterward sorts and grades them
* himself, and sets his own values on them.
Formerly coffees were only sold raw,
that is, green, but of late years the business
of roasting coffees and putting them
up in packages, from one pound up
*. "ward3, lias grown 10 oe a vast industry,
and has revolutionized the coffee trade
in this country. Coffee seems to be an
American beverage. Foreigners who
v used tea exdusively in their old homeacross
the water sooa acquire a taste for
" coffee and drop tea. It is a cup that
invigorates but does not intoxicate.?
New York Graphic.
?; Battle
Between a Horse and a D.n?
8. Keiter, of Detroit, Mich , recently
imported an English bull-dog wairanted
never to open its jaws when once they
had closed on an enemy. Keiter was
very proud of his purchase and exhibited
it frequently to a select circle of friends.
Recently the dog was given a corner in
the stable where Mr. Keiter also kept a
fast pacing horse. Keiter one day locked
the two animals in the barn aud went
away on an excursion. "When he returned
and opened the barn door in the
evening he was horrified to find the horse
on the lioor nearly dead, while hanging
to the under jaw. from which the flesh
1 la???!nr? V\a Ivrvnft nlmnpf
iittU UCCli iv/iuj ?ga?ju^ iuv uvuv nnuvci
bare, was the bull dog, alive but badly
bruised. Mr. Keiter called in his friends
and at once' set to work relieving the
horse of his terrible antagonist. The dog
was choked, kicked, pounded, burned
with hot irons, a wedge driven into his
jaws, but all to no purpose. Finally an
ax was procured aud the dog's head
chopped off. Then it was di.flcult to
loosen the grip.
The horse was got to his feet and an
examination made. His skin was torn
from his body in many places, where the
dog had evidently tried to fasten his
teeth, and he was scarred from head tc
,,foot. The dog had evidently had one
.hold on the horse's breast, for there a
ilarge piece of flesh was torn out. It had
been a battle royal. Probably the dog,
i after breaking his rope, had wandered
into the pacer's stall, and coming too
;;near his heels, had been kicked. He retaliated
with his teeth and the fight
began. There was hardly a whole bone
left in the dog's body.?New York Post.
The Nutritious Canary Islands Goflo.
The modern elixirs of life seem to lie,
not in a wondrous distilment. but in the
ordinary grains of which is made our
daily bread. A writer in the Popular
Science M'-nthly says that one of the first
things to attract his notice in the Canary
Islands was the healthful appearance and
i'ne development of the common people.
There is no doubt that they are by birth
a superior race, but it is also true that
they use a food which, being highly
nutritious, must contribute to their
physical development. There is nothing
mysterious about this article, which is
known as golio. It is simply the flour
j made from any of the cereals, oy parcn|
ing or roasting before grinding. One
I cau scarcely pass through any village of
| the Canari s without witnessing some
step in the preparation of this food.
! The grain is first picked, over, thpn
! roasted above a charcoal lire, and after
ward grouud at the windmills which
abound everywhere. When it is to be
eaten, milk, soup or any other fluid ia
mixed with it, without further cooking.
Nothing can be more 4'handy" than such
j an article of food. The Canarian laborer,
j if he goes forth to his work alone, takes
; with him some gofo in a bag made of
) the stomach of a kid; if there are several
persons, the skin of a kid is used. When
i meal-time has arrived, a little water is
j poured into the bag with the gofio, the
, mixture is well shaken, and the meal is
I prepared without further ado. The Caj
narian Archipelago consists of seven ini
habited islands, with a population of
j two hundred and eighty thousand persons.
At least two hundred thousand
! of them live economically on gofio, as
their fathers did before them, from time
' immemorial. The food is said to be not
only delicious and wholesome for those
who are not accustomed to it, but to
possess also a tendency to counteract certain
digestive ills to which the civilized
stomach is heir, thus restoring man, in a
.y-wioo..a +r\ rtViTrai^al nf
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the happy savage.
Practical Hints on Disinfection.
The following is from "Disease Germs
and How to Combat Them," by Lucius
Pitkin, in The Century:
First?Corrosive sublimate (mercuric
chloride), sulphate of copper, and chloride
of lime are among our be=t disinfectants,
the first two being poisonous.
At wholesale drug stores in New York
single pounds can be obtained, mercuric
chloride costing seveuty-tive cents, the
others ten cents a pound.
Sccond?A quarter of a pound of corrosive
sublimate and a pound of sulphate
of copper in one gallon of water makes a
concentratcd solution to keep in stock.
We will refer to it as "solution A."
Third?For the ordinary disinfecting
solution add a half pint of "solution A"
to a gallon of water. This, while costing
less thau a cent and a half per gallon,
is a good strength for general use.
Use in about equal quantity in disinfecting
choleraic or typhoid fever excreta.
Fourth?A four per cent, solution of
good chloride of lime, or a quarter pint
of "solution A" to a gallon of water is
used to wash wood-work floors, and
wn ilen furniture, after fumicration and
and ventilation.
Fifth?For fumigating with sulphur,
three or four pounds should be used to
every thousand cubic feet air space.
! Burn in an old tin basin floating in a tub
of water; keep room closed twelve hours
to allow the fumes to penetrate all
cracks. T hen open a window from the
outside and allow fumes to escape into
air.
Six?Soak sheets, etc., in chloride of
lime solution, wring out and boil.
Seventh?Cesspools, etc., should be
well covered on top with a mixture of
lime with ten parts of dry s ind.
Eighth?Isolate the patieut iu an upper j
rocmfrom which curtains, carpets, and
stuffed furniture have been removed.
The solution of mercuric chloride must
not be placed in metal vessels, since the
mercury would plate them.
The Growth of Trees.
The stems of trees increase in height
! only bv the addition of new cells at the
! top, the old cells remaining tixed in one
j position; consequently there can be no
I stretching or elongation of the old stem.
! If you will drive a large nail or "spike
j into the stem of a tree, it will remain at
! the same height as when driven as long
; as the tree lives. As the branches of
' trees enlarge, the point of junction with
j the main "stem may rise or increase in
, height through the disposition in wood
I on the upper side, but as it is the same
' ' * * -1 T 1
| all around trie orancn, me unuer utauua
j will be a less distance from the ground
: than when the branch was small and
i young. In the matter of growth of our
forest trees, we have passed beyond meie
theories and deal mainly with facts.
The stem of a tree is composed of wood
in different conditions. The term
"alburnum" is applied to the new or sap
wood, through which the crude sap absorbed
by the wood passes upward to
the leaves where it is assimilated. On
j returning, it is distributed over the enj
tire surface of the tree, formiDg new
layers of wood and bark. This albur!
num of sap wood, sooner or later, is
; mostly changed into heart woo:l, assumI
ing in most kinds of trees a dark color,
I as seen in the red cedar, bleck ualnut,
beach and oak; and, although it is in
fact dead wood, decay is prevented
through its protection from the air by
surrounding layers of alburnum. The
old or heart wood gives strength to the
tree, and prevents blowing down, but is
in no other way necessary, for an old
hollow trunk may live and thrive for
many years, because new layers of wood
cells are annually added to the outside,
: and through these the nutriment is obtained.
?JS'tiD York Sun.
The St. Bernard Dog.
Before I saw one I always imagined
the St. Bernard to be as laigeas a lion
and strong as a bull. The picture in my
youthful geography had made these impressions.
When a dog that I supposed
to be an overgrown setter was pointed
out as one of the celebrated Alpine
j breed, my cherishcd imaginative strucj
turcs went clattering to the ground,
j Many a time had I in my early boyhood
on a winter's night when it was snowing
hard outside, sat before a cheerful fire
and thought that was the kind of
: weather when the sagacious St. Bernard
patroled the mountain passes on the
lookout f r storm bound travelers. When
some poor wretch half perishing in the
snow was found, his freezing blood
would be thawed by the dog's warm
body and the brandy flask so coni
veniently attached to the collar. After
regaining strength I su] posed the
i traveler would mount the dog's back
i and the animal trot off with him to the
> monastery. But it was plain that this
i St. Bernard (he was a crack too), had he
i been large enough to carry a man, could
. not trot; he was entirely too straight in
the stifles. It is doubtful if he could
I have even walked fast enough to keep
1 himself from freezing to death on a real
cold night.?Forest and Stream.
s Of pig iron we turn out twelve tons,
and of steel rails three tons every minute.
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W- -t- . . "V'V.- . -
| CURIOUS CEADLES. =
HOW BABIES OF SOME RACES
ARE ROCKED TO SLEEP.
; The Queer Chinese Institution?A
Lapp Baby's Snow Cradle?A
Palm Leaf Bed?Samoan
Torture Box, Etc.
Different people have cradles peculiar
: themselves. and merrv little eves I
sometimes look out upon this big, round J
ball that swings in the air from some
novel houses. There are persons living
to-day whose cradles were of the primitive
backwoods pattern, being roughly
hewn troughs fastened to clumsy rockers.
From cradles of this kind have stepped
presidents, generals and statesmen, and
the frontier rockers, in more than ono
instance, have rocked the world.
The Chinese have a queer institution
which they call the winter cradle. It is
shaped somewhat like an hour glass and
stauds on end. There is an opening
above and below, and the waist, which
is contracted, serves to keep the celestial
baby on his feet. Day after day little
almond-shaped eyes peep over the top of
this cradle and little hands play with
miniature dragons and other toys till the <
I jiurse puts in an appearance. Some of <
I these winter cradles are made of wicker '
j work aud are beautifully painted by
i Chinese women artists. It is almost im- f
possible for one to be upset; but now i
and then, when two are placed close to- 1
getner and the occupants declare war 1
and measure arms, two cradles roll over j
the floor to noises that "bring down the ]
house." c
The Lapp baby very often has a snow
cradle, for when the indulgent mother
attends church she makes a hole in the
snow outside and deposits the young
Laplander therein. It is no uncommon j
sight to see a circle of these snow cradles ]
in front of a Lapp chape!, and now and j
then a fierce-looking lot of dogs are on 1
guard to keep off the wolves that might 1
meditate a raid on the baby contingent. 1
The Lapp cradle in material diners
essentially from that used by the Bushman
baby, whose mother digs a hole in
the hot sand and chucks him therein in
the shadow of some lonely bush. Sometimes
the cradle is ready to hand in the
6hape of an ostrich nest, and now and
then some feathers left by the mighty
bird help to soften the nest of the future
Bushman warrior.
There is a tribe in the palm region of
the Ama on that cradles the young in
palm leaves. A single ieaf turned up
around the edges by some native process
makes an excellent cradle, and now and
then it i3 made to do service as a bath
tub. Strong cords are formed from the
sinews of another species of palm, and
by these this natural cradle i3 swunjj
alongside a tree, and the wind rocks the
little tot to sleep. Long ago the
Amazonian mothers discovered that it
was not wise to leave baby and cradle
under a cocoa palm, for the mischievous
monkey delighted to drop nuts down- J
ward with unerring precision. An older j
child is stationed near by to watch the j
baby during his siesta, and the chatter t
of monkeys overhead is enough to cause 1
a speedy migration. 1
Patagonian babies are kept in crad les ,
made of flat pieces of board. Two t
pieces of guanaco skin are so arranged <
across the cradle that the child is firmly 1
fastened inside, and can be carried thus {
suspended from a saddle bow without i
danger. In the rtide huts of this people i
these cradles are hung, hammock wise, '
f-.n th? rafters, and. amid the smoke that
darkens everything, including his very \
nature it seems, the Patagonian infant (
passes his first stages of babyhood. <
When the village migrates the cradle is '
swung from the saddle, and in swim- j
ming a stream it floats like a canoe on ,
the surface, while the horse is almost i
entirely submerged. Sir Francis Head,
| who saw a great deal of Palagonian life 1
I years ago, leaves on record that the Pata- ]
! gonian baby in his cradle is one of the I
best-natured representatives of the in- ,
fant world. i
The Samoan cradle, I am sorry to say,
is a torture box. So is that used by the
Chinooks of the Northwest coast. The
baby is lashed to a board with strong
thongs. Under the head is a pillow
formed of mos3 or iabbit skins, and a
piece of wood is placed over the head at
an incline and is held in its place by
cords which reach to the foot of the \
i queer cradle. The forehead is bandaged
! and the pressure of the inclined board i
I gradually flattens the head of the child
to the desired degree. Imprisoned thus
the Chinook baby parses the first eight j
months of its existence. During all this
time it is never wholly released, though '
tho various bandages are takeu off at 1
stated intervals from motives of cleanli
ness This is Chinook baby raising. ,
The Satnoans encase their children in
torture cradles, face upwards, and im- <
pcde the growth of the skull with 1
weights of flat stones. There is no pos- \
sible escape from the crdle, and the
Samoan and Chinook babic3 are compelled
to begin life in a manner that
eavors of heartless brutality.?New York
Graphic.
Suicide an I the Weitlior.
"Any weather," said Dr. Hamilton to
a New York Sun reporter, "which lowers
the vitality of a person strengthens the
disposition to commit suicide. There is
nothing very strange about that, odd as
it seems, to say that the weather influences
suicide. We all know how
common it is to feel blue and low-spirited
on- dark, muggy days. The depression
of spirits at such times in the case of an
emotional person?and emotional people I
are the ones who commit suicide?may
give the decisive and concluding impulse
to take his own life. Of course the dark,
muggy day alone is not sufficient and
does not alone give the suicidal impulse ;
it merely forms the last strain on the
camel's back. We must suppose that
the disposition toward suicide from some
of the great causes is present in fo:ce.
' There have been some very queer
notions held on '.his point. It was an
old slander against Englishmen, which
Montesquieu quoted, I think, that
Englishmen were more prone to suicide
than other people on account of the dark,
foggy days of their country's climate.
It was as a plausible statement, and was
generally regarded as true until an
industrious gatherer of statistics proved
that in Holland, where there is much
more fog and darkness than in England,
there is much less suicide. So November,
on account of its gloomy weather, ha9
always borne a bad name as the month of
suicides; but statistics gathered from all
paits of the world show that there are
more suicides in May than in November,
and that, generally, theie are more sui- |
cides in the summer than in the winter I
days.
"To make a general statement, it is j
tipon a day when the dark sky and the ;
high temperature are joined when the '
friends of the would-be suicide want to '
look out for him. The warm, humid, j
cloudy atmosphere?this is what in-1
fluences suiciae in a very appreciable
degree."
RELIGIOUS READING.
Christian Union.
Blest be the holy bands,
Uniting hearts and hands,
One chain of love;
One life, one hope, one aim,
One faith in one blest Name,
Our rock, our God the same,
Below?above.
Cleansed by atoning blood,
Washed in one healing flood
One God we own;
Oars to accept his word,
Ours tn nhpv our Lord.
Making, with glad accord,
Our hearts his throne.
The whispering pine and palm
Shall blend in one sweet psalm,
Dear Lord, to tbee;
We seek the world to save?
We form one army braveAs
thousand drops?one wave,
All streams?one sea. (
Glory to God, our King;
Saviour, thy kingdom bring,
Thy will be done;
Exert thy glorious might,
Put all thy fees to flight,
Triumphant, c aim thy right,
And wear thy crown.
The Cro?? of Chrtnt.
Let the cross of Christ teach us to lcok
:almlyonthis suffering world. Life is full
>f trials, and it is a perplexing thing to look
?round us and see the race of men groaning
inder their burdens. We know but one satisfactory
explanation of this strange mys?ry,?thoroughly
satisfactory,?which calms
ill doubt. The cross of Christ is the explanition.
The cross is the distinct announcenent
to us, of that wonderful law which fills
ill life,?that "through much tribulation we
nust enter into the kingdom of heaven."
Perfection through suffering,?that is the
loctrine of the cross. There is love in that
aw.??F. W. Robertson.
Work of .Vothen.
It is the mothere of today who have in
land, as no others can have, the making of
:he rising generation. Hence they, more
;han anv or all others out toeether. hold in
iheir hands the worlcf's immediate future.
They really make that future wbat it must
)e through what they make their children,
[t is they who mold society, choose rulers,
let up or pull down thrones and dominions,
Tile the world. There ia no power on earth
ike that of the mother in the home. She is
11 ways therein the power behind the throne.
3he uncrowns and dethrones herself when
he goes outside this really vast realm,
hough seemingly so (mall, to seek a larger
iphere, to grasp, if she may, the reins of
risible power and authority ? to
issert and maintain her rights
ind prerogatives among men
is equals, to whom, in her own place and
phere, she is already the superior?for with
ier rests the making of men ia a large
legree. Oh, that the mothers of our day
vould only strive to be like the mother of
rnr blessed Lord, who sought simply to be
ier own sweet and lovable self by being that
vhich was well pleasing in the sight of the
Licrd; who asked for no higher place or
vider sphere than her humble home in Nazireth
gave her, nor even dreamed that there
vas a greater or grander work possible to
ier than that allotted her in the motherly
;are and nurture of the holy child Jesus.?
Golden Rule.
Value of Example.
The example of a godly man is a living,
itandiug memento to ali around him of
Christ, death and eternity. Piety of a high
grade not only removes objections, but wins
(steem. The irreligious sometimes talk as if
/vnncirloroH PhristinnQ nv?r-RPmnuloufl
when they stand upon their principles and
efuse to yield a sinful compliance with the
ipirit and practice of the multitude, when
really they think no such tiling. When they
tee a Christian truly consistent in his contact,
their hearts ore constrained to do him
Domage; yet to do homage to the religion he
professes. In consistent, personal religion
there is something so intrinsically loving and
winning that the most wicked profoundly
respect and venerate it However far men
nay, in heart and life, depart
from God, their reason and
jonscience will always condemn
their course, and with awo and admiration
ipprove the conduct of those who follow
Christ fully. Would you then inspire the
unconverted, with the highest appreciation
>f your religion? Would you win hearts for
Che Master? Then away from the dust of
self-seeking, and put on the shining garments
of salvatioh. In this way your piety
will become converting; because it is attractive.
Personal religion not only removes
objections, but is the most powerful
annual to the consciences of the unbelieving:.
The consistently religious man says to the
ungodly, more eloquently and urgently than
all others: "We are journeying unto the
place of which the Lord said, I will give it
to you. Come thou with us, and we will do
thee good."?[Chicago Watchman.
Infeilor Aini?.
The useless man is worthless mentally, and
the worthless man is morally useless. A life
addicted to worthless pursuits begets remorse
and self-upbraidings, which, however
angry and stinging they may be, seldom lead to
amendment. A life addicted to a useless pursuit
so weakens the mind as to make it incapable
of vigorous, much less of sustained,
effort.
Bishop Heber, the author of the famouj
missionary hymn, '"from Greenland's Icy
Mountains," had a brother whose learning
and talents would have secured him fame
and influence but for his persistence in misusing
them. He was a bibliomaniac, and
spent one-half his life?thirty years?in travBling
over Europo to collect: rare books.
His learning and fortune enabled him to
make such an immense collection of rare
and valuable works that when he died he
owned four lirge libraries in England and
seven or eight on the contineut.
He cared little to read his books, and seldom
visited his libraries, except to place
newly acquired volumes on their shelves. At
his d alh th?re were found in warehouses
scores of boxes filled with books, which he
had not found time to unpack. His life was
useless, except in saving other bibliomaniacs
labor and expens9. After his death, at the
sale of his libraries in London, which occupied
several week*, rival book collectors
bought what they wanted without the
trouble of traveling over Europe to find
them.
Charles Greville tells of a Mr. Gregory,
who early in life determined to make a for*" *"
* * mt/vltf Kn * 1/4 o m a ff n i_
L UI It? | J Li U1 UC1 buau uo uiiguu uunu u uia^iuflcent
house. He lived, worked and traveled
for no other object. Wherever he went he
sought out useful and ornamental objects
for his projected palace. When he had accumulated
the fortune which gave him an
income of ?12.000 ($00,000) a year, he began
to build. He built so slowly and with so
much magnificence that his friends suggested
that the completion of the palace and his own
death might be about the same time. His answer
was: "It is my amusement, as hunting
or shooting or feasting is the amusement oi
other people. In pursuing it, I am led into
all parts of Europe and mix with all sorts of
people that I may obtain articles to adorn
my house or to make it more comfortable If
I never live in it, I don't care. I am carrying
out the object of my life." A
man living solely to build a palace for the
purpose of his own gratification.
These incidents represent inferior aims in
life. It is every man's duty to do the best
work of which he is capable, and to exert his
best influence. His spiritual influences are
his highest interests and the only ones that
will last; if he cares for his soul, his conscience
will care for his intellect and body.
Seek first and above all "the kingdom of
God and His righteousness." A true life
lives in the happiness it creates, and derives
its joy from the service of God and of others.
?[Youth's Companion.
All Can Understand.
Here is a temperance lecture all can understand.
It is a copy of a placard hung up in a
Kirkville, Mo., grocery store, and reads:
"Any man who uiiuna htw .w
whisky per day for a year, and pays ten
cents a drink for it, can have at our store
thirty sacks of flour, 2o0 pounds of granulated
sugar and seventy-three pounds of good
green coffee for the same money, and get
$ >.50 premium for making the change in his
expenditures."
A federation of all the womon's societies of
Chicago ha< been formed under the name of
the Federation of Women's Societies, with
HLss Frances E. Willard as President.
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
THE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY
SERMON.
Subject: "In Good Humor With Our
Circumstauces."
Text:?t:Be content with such things as
ye have.'"?Hebrews xiii, 5.
If I should ask some one: "Where is Brooklyn
to-day?" he would say, "At Brighton
Beach, or East Hampton, or Shelter Island."
"Where is New York to-day?" "At Long
Branch." "Where Philadelphia?' "At Cape
May." "Where is Boston?" "At Martha's
Vineyard." "Where is Virginia?" "At the
Sulphur Springs." "Where the great multitude
from all parts of the land?" "At Sara
toga," the modern Eethesda, where the atigel
of health is ever stirring the waters. But,
my friends, the largest multitude are at home,
detained by business or circumstances.
Among them all newspaper men, the hardest
worked and the least compensated; city railroad
employes, and ferry masters, and the
police, and the tens of thousands of clerks
and merchants waiting for their turn of absence,
and households with an invalid who
cannot be moved, and others hindered by
stringent oircumstances, and the great multitude
of well to do people who stay at home
because they like home better than any other
place, refusing to go away simply because it
is the fashion to go. When the express
wagon, with its mountain of trunks directed
to the Catskills or Niagara, goes through the
streets, we stand at our window envious and
impatient, and wonder why we cannot go as
well as others. Foo.'s that we are, as though
one could not be as happy at home as anywhere
else. Onr grandfathers and grandmothers
had as good a time as we have, long
before the first spring was bored at Saratoga,
or the first deer shot in the Adirondacks.
They made their wedding tour to
the next farmhouse, or, living in New York,
the celebrated they event by an extra walk on
the Battery.
Now, the genuine American is not happy
until he is going somewhere, and the passion
is so great that there are Christian people
with their families detained in the city who
come not to the house of God, trying togive
people the idea, that they are out of town;
leaving the door plate unscoured for the
same reason, and for two months keeping the
front shutters closed while they sit in the
back part of the house, the thermometer at
ninety! My friends, if it is better for us to gp,
let us go and be happy. If it be best for usto
stay at home, let us stay at home and behappy.
There is a great deal of good common
'sense in Paul's advice to the Hebrews:
' Be content with such thines as ve have."
To be content is to be in good humor with,
our circumstances, not picking a quarrel
with our obscurity, or our poverty, or our
social position. There ore four or five grand,
reasons why we should be content with such
things as we have.
The first reason that I mention as leading
to this spirit devised in the text, is the consideration
that the poorest of us have all that
is indispensable in life. We make a great
ado about our hardships, but how little we
talk of our blessings. Health and body,
which is given in largest quantity to those
who have never been petted, and fondled,and
spoiled by fortune, we take as a matter of
course. Bather have this luxury, and have
it alone, than, without it, look out of a
palace window upon parks of deer stalking
Between fountains and statuary. These people
sleep sounder on a straw mattres3
than fashionable invalids on a couch
of ivory and eagles' down. The dinner
of herbs tastes better to the appetite sharpened
on a woodman's ax or a reaper's scythethan
wealthy indigestion experiences seated
at a table covered with partridge, aid venison,
and pineapple. The grandest luxury
God ever gave a man is healtii. He who
trades that off for all the palaces of the earth
is infinitely cheated. We look back at vhe
glory of the last Napoleon, but who would
have taken his Versailles and his Tuileries- if
with them we had been obliged to take his
gout! '"Oh," says some one, "it isn't the
grosser pleasures I covet, but it is the gratification
of an artistic and intellectual taste-."
Why, my brother, you have the- original
from which these pictures are copied.
What is a sunset on a wall compared with
a sunset hung in loops of fire on the heavens t
What is a cascade silent on a canvas compared
with a cascade that makes the- mountain
tremble, ita spray ascending like the
departed spirit of the water slain od the
rocks? Oh, there is a great deal of hollow
affectation about a fondness tor pictures on
the part of those who never appreciate the
original from which the pictures are taken.
As though a parent should have no regard
for His child, but go into ecstasies over its
photograph. Bless the Lord to-day, oh, man!
oh, woman! that though you may be shut
out from the works of a Church, a Bierstadt,
a Rubens and a Raphael, you still have free
access to a gallery grander than the Louvre
or the Luxemburg or the Vatican?the royal
gallery of the noondav heavens, the King's
gallery of the midnight sky.
Another consideration leading us to a
spirit of contentment is the fact that our happiness
is not dependent upon outward circumstances.
You see people happy and miserable
amid all circumstances. In a family
where the last loaf is on the table, and the
last stick of wood on the fire, you sometimes
find a cheerful confidence in God, while in a
very fine placti you will see and hear discord
sounding her war whoop, and hospitally.
freezing to death in the cheerless parlor I
stopped one day on Broadway at the head of
Wall street, at the foot of Trinity church, to
see who seemed the happiest people passing.
I judged from their looks the happiest people
were not those who went down into Wall
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fcy of the dollar they expected to make; nor
Ihe people who came out of Wall street, fni
they they had on their brow the anxiety
of the dollar they had lost; nor the people
who swept by in splendid equipage, for they
met a carriage that was finer than theirs.
The happiest person in all that crowd, judging
from the countenance, was the woman
who sat at the apple stand knitting. I believe
real happiness oftener looks out of the
window of an humble home than through
the opera glass of the gilded box of a theatre.
I find Nero growling on the throne. I find
Paul singing in a dungeon. I find King Ahab
going to bed at noon through melancholy,
while near by is Naboth contented in the possession
of a vineyard. Haman, Prime Minister
of Persia, frets himself almost to death
because a poor Jew will not tip his hat; and
Ahithophel, one of the greatest lawyers of
Bible times, through fear of dying, hang}
h mself. The wealthiest man, forty years
ago, in New York, when congratulated over
his large estate, replied: "Ah! you don't
know how much trouble I have in taking
I care Of it." Byron declare i in ms
hours that he had never seen more than twelve
happy days in all his life. I do not believe
he had seen twelve minutas of thorough satisfaction.
Napoleon I. said: "I tarn with
disgust from the cowardice and selfishness of
men; I hold life a horror; death is repose.
What I have suffered the last twenty days is
beyond human comprehension." While, on
tho other hand, to show how one may bo
happy amid the most disadvantageous circumstances,
just after the Ocean Monarch
had been wrecked in the English channel, a
steamer was cruising along in the darkness,
when the captain heard a song, a sweet song,
coming over the water, and he bore down
toward that voice, and found it was a Christian
women on a plank of the wrecked
steamer, singing to the tune of "St. Martin's:"
Jean?, lover of my eonl,
Let me to Thy bosom fly,
While the billows near me roll,
While the tempest still Is high.
The heart right toward God and man, we
are happy. The heart wrong toward God
and man, we are unhappy.
Another reason why we should come to
this spirit inculcated in the text is tho fact
that all the differences of earthly condition
I are transitory. The houses you build, the
I land you culture, the places in wmtu juu
I barter, are soon to go into other hands.
However hard you may have it now, if you
are a Christian the scene will soon end.
Fain, trial, persecution never knock at the
ioor of the crave. A coffin made out of pine
boards is just as good a resting place as
one made out of silver mounted mahogany
or rosowood. Go down among the resting
places of the dead, and you will find that
though people there had a greater difference
of w orldly circumstances, now they are all
alike unconscious. The hand that greeted
the Senator, and the President, and the King
is still as the hand that hardened on the
mechanic's hammer or the manufacturer's
wheel. It does not make any difference now
whether there is a plain stona above them
from which the traveler pulls aside the weeds
to read the name, or a tall shaft springing
into the heavens as though to tell toeir virtues
to the skies.
In that silent land there are no titles for
great men, and there are no rumbling* of
chariot wheels, aud there is never heard the
foot of the dance. The Egyptian guano
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which is thrown on the fleAte in the east tot
the enrichment of the soil is the dost raked
out from the sepulchers of kings and lords
and mighty men. Oh the chagrin of those
men if they had ever known that in the after
ages of the world they would hare been
called Egyptian guano.
Of how much worth now is the crown of
Caesar? Who bids for it? Who cares now
anything about the Amphictyonic council or
the laws of Lycurgus? Who trembles now
because Xerxes crossed the Hellespont on a
bridge of boats? Who fears because Nebu- ,
chadnezzar thunders at the gates of Jerusalem?
Who cares now whether or not Cleopatra
marries Antony? Who crouches before Ferdinand,
or Boniface, or Alaric? Can Cromwell
dissolve the English parliament now?
Is William, Prince of Oranee, King of the
IMafhavlnnHs? Wn nnt Hnw?vnp milph
Elizabeth may love the Russian crown, she 1
must pass it to Peter, and Peter to Catherine,
and Catherine to Paul, and Paul to Alexander,
and Alexander to Nicholas. Leopold j
puts the German scepter into the hand of l
Joseph, and Philip comes down off the Span- j
ish throne to let Ferdinand go on. House of i
Aragon, house of Hapsburg, house of
Stuart, house of Bourbon, quarreling
about everything else, but agreeing
in this: 'The fashion of this world
passeth away." But have all these dignitaries
gone? Can they not be called back? I I
have been in assemblages where I have heard I
the roll called, and many distinguished men
have answered. If I should call the roll today
of some of those mighty ones who have
gone I wonder if they would not answer. I
will call the rolL I will call the roll of the
Kings first: Alfred the Great! William the
Conqueror 1 Frederick Hi Lous XVII No
answer. I will call the- role of the poets:
Robert Southeyl Thomas Campbell! John
Keats! George Crabbe! Robert Burns! No
answer. I call the roll of artists: Michael
Angelol Paul Veronese! William Turner!
Christopher Wren I No- answer. Eyes
closed Ears deaf. Lips silent Hands palsied.
Scepter, pencil, pen, sword, put down
forever. Why should we struggle for such
baubles?
Another reason why we should culture this
spirit of cheerfulness is the fact that God
knows what is best for His creatures. You
know what is best for your child. He thinks
you are not as liberal with him as-you ought
to be. He criticises your discipline, but you
look over the whole field, and you, loving
that child, do what in your deliberate judgment
is best for him. Now, God is the best
of fathers. Sometimes his children think
that he is hard on them, and that he i* not as
liberal with them as he might be. Bat children
do not know as much as a father. I
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tail WCil JWU nuj J VU (U V UV? AUt gvtj
and why you have not been grandly successful
It is because you cannot stand the tsmptation.
If your path had been smooth, yoo
would have depended upon your own
surefootedness; but God roughened that
path, so you have to take, hold of
nis band. If the weather had been
mild, you would have loitered along the
water courses, but at the first howl of the
storm yoa quickened your pace heavenward
sod wrapped around you the warm robe of a
Soviour's righteousness. "What have I
done?" says the wheat3heaf to the farmer;
"what have I done that you beat me so hard
with your flail?" The farmer makes no
answer, but the rake takes off the straw, and
the mill blows the chaff to the wind, and the
golden grain falls down at the foot of the
windmill After awhile, the straw looking
down from the mow upon the golden grain
banked up on either side the floor understands
why the farmer beat the wheatsheaf
with the flaiL
Who are those before the throne? The azt?wer
came: "These are they who, out of
great tribulation, had their robes washed and
made whits in the b'.ood of the lamb."
Would God that we could understand that
our trials are the very best thing for us. If
we bad an appreciation of that truth, then
we should know why it was that John
Noyra, the martyr, in the very midst of the
Same, reached down and picked up one of
the fagots that was consuming him, and
kissed it, and said: "Blessed be God for the
time when I was born for this preferment"
Tbey who suffer with Him on earth shall be
flo/i oriJ-.h TTIm 111 hAftvan. Be content
then, with such things as you have.
Another consideration leading: us to the
spirit of the text is the assurance that the
Lord will provide somehow. "Will he who
holds the water in the hollow of his hand
a low his children to die of thirst? Will he
who owns the cattle on a thousand hills, ami
all the earth's luxuriance of grain and fruit,
allow bis children to starve? Go out tomorrow
morning at 5 o'clock in the woods
and hear the birds chant. They have had no
breakfast, they know not where they will
dine, they have no idea where they will sup;
but hear the birds chant at 5 o'clock in the
morning. "Behold the fowls of the air;
for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor
father into barns, yet your heavenly
ather feedeth them. Are you not
much better than they?" Seven thousand
people, in Christ's time, went into the desert
They were the most improvident people I
ever heard of. They deserved to starve. They
might havo taken food enough to last them
until they got back. Nothing did they take.
A lad. who had more wit than all of them '
put together, asked his mother that morning
lor some loaves of bread and some fishes.
They were put into his sacbeL He went out
into the desert From this provision the
seven thousand were fed, and the more they
ate the larger the loaves grew until the provision
that the boy brought in one sachel was
.multiplied so he could not have carried the
fragments home in six sachels. "O," yousay,
"times have changed,and the day of miracles
has gone." I reply that, what God did then
by miracle, He does now in somo other way,
and by natural laws. "I have been young,"
said David, "but now I am old; yet have I
never seen the righteous forsaken, nor His
seed begging bread.1' It is high time that
you people who are fretting about worldly
circumstances, and who are fearing you are
coming to want, understood tnat tne oain or
the eternal God is involved in the fact that
you are to have enough to eat and to wear.
Again: 1 remark that the religion of Jesus
Christ is the grandest influence to make a I
man contented. Indemnity against all financial
and spiritual harm! It calms the spirit, |
dwindles the earth into insignificance, and |
swallows up the soul with the thougnc or
heaven. 0 ye who have been going about
from place to place expecting to iind in
change of circumstances something to give
solace to the spirit, I commend you, this
morning, to the warm-hearted,earnest, practical,
common sense religion of the Lord
Jesus Christ "There is no peace, saith my
God, for the wicked," and as long as you continue
in your sin you will be miserable.
Come to Christ. Make Him your portion,
and start for heaven,and you will be a happy
man?you will be a happy woman.
Yet, my friends, notwithstanding all these
Inducements to a spirit of contentment, I
have to tell you this morning the human
race is divided into two classes- those who
scold and those who get scolded. The carpenter
wants to be anything but a carpenter,
and the mason anything but a mason, and
the banker anything but a banker, and the
lawyer anything but a lawyer, and the minister
anythiug but a minister, and everybody
would be happy if he were only somebody
else. The anemone wants to be a sunflower,
and the apple orchards throw down their
hinsnmq because thev are not tall cedars, |
and the scow wants to be a schooner, and the
sloop would like to be a seventy-four pounder,
and parents have the worst children that ever
were, and everbody has the greatest misfortune,
and everything is upsiao down, or
going to be. Ah! my friends, you never
make any advance through such a spirit as
that. 1'ou cannot fret yourself up; you
may fret yourself down. "Araid all this grating
of tono31 strike this string of the Gospel
harp: "Godliness with contentment is great
gain. We brought nothing into the world,
and it is very certain we can carry nothing
out; having food and raiment, let us therewith
be content."
Let us all remember, if we are Christians,
that we are going after a while, whatever be
our circumstances now, to have a glorious
vacation. As in summer we put off our garments
and go down into the cool sea to bathe,
so we will put off these garments of flesh, and
Jtep into the cool Jordan. We will look
around for some place to lay down our
weariness; and the trees will say: "Come
and rest under our shadow;" and the earth
will say: "Come and sleep in my bosom;"
and the winds will say: "Hush! while 1 sing
thee a cradle hymn;" and while six strong
men carry us out to our last resting place,
and ashes come to ashes and dust to dust, we
will see two scarred feet standing amid the
broken soil, and a lacerated brow bending
over the open grave, while a voice, tender
with all affection and mighty with all
omnipotence, will declare: "I am the resurrection
and the life; he that believeth in me,
though he were dead, yet shall he live."
Comfort one another with these words.
Rev. Joel Swurt/, D.D., of Gettysburg.
Pa., proves by the testimony of the biographers
of Luther that he was not the author of
the familiar couplet: "Who loves not wine,
w;feand song, mnnim a fool his whole life
long," but that it originated in 1775, two
h;:n.Ir3rl rind ninoty-two years aft9r Luther's
dcutu.
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Found Dead.
"Found dead by the roadside, Augustus Hall*
With a bottle clasped to his frozen breast-j
! He died from drink, where he chanced t*>J,
fall"?
j Ran the coroner's verdict?and this was all;)
God only knows the rest. ~
Where was the soul, once brave and stronf
As he staggered along the broad highwayv
Where was the Mentor of right and wrong,\
As he babbled a stave of the drinking song]
Heard in a den that day?
"Fire la vief as the maudlin swell
Went trembling out on the startled all
An echo marked, from the frozen dell,
*KLa vie?la vie!" he reeled and fell,
Where to, he did not caret
The wind, in the leaflet tree tops, beat
The onward march of a wintry storm,
But the snow came down with silent feet
And tenderly spread a winding-sheet " ...
Over the human form. \
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iUCJ IUUI1U fiLUU bUOIOr TTUCU UUO iuv4uu?5|
light Shone
over the woodland far and free,
Still and stark, in the shimmering light
With his lips apart as, yesternight,
He sung, "Vive la vieP'
This human wreck itthia rag# and grime, I
The lowest and least of his fellow-men ^
Had never committed a penal crime? \
Was followed and flattered, in manhood's]
prime.
For eloquent tongue and pen.
He had led the van for truth and right, ,
But, alasl he fell, where thousands yield; \
Fell, with the goal of his hope in sight, \
Fell, in the strength of his mind and might??
And sleeps in letter's-Field.
The terrible sin, may God forefend,
Of the man who never stops to think
He may dig a pit, and shape the end
Of a ruin life, when he asks-a friend
To take a social drink. ,
Srtvrrh T Rn/^nn In VrtM /?AMin/in(dA. I
John B. Gongli on Two Caps.
John B. Gough, the great temperance lecturer,
did more perhaps than any other one
to educate the public sentiment against tho
rum traffic. In one of his lectures he used the
following language, referring to a cup ofl
cold water as the cup of blessing, and to tho
wine cup as the cup of horrors:
THE CUP OF BLESSING.
"There is no poison in that cup, no fiendish
spirit dwells beneath these crystal drops to|
lure you and me and all of us to ruin; no
spectral shadows play upon its wavelees mir-J
face; no widow's groan nor orphan's tears,
rise to God from those placid fountains:
misery, crime, wretchedness, woe, want, anal
roes come not within the hallowed precincts]
where cold water reigns supreme?pure now,
as when it left its native heaven, giving
vigor to our youth, strength to our manhoodJ
and solace to our old age. Cold water isl -
beautiful, and bright, and pure everywhere.)
In the moonlit fountains and the sunny
rills; in the warbling brook and the giant!
river; in the deep, tangled wild wood ana thd'
cataract's spray; m the hand of beauty or on
the lips of manhood?cold water is beautiful
everywhere.
THE CUP OF HORBOBS.
"Rum! There is a poison in that can.
There is a serpent in that cup whose sting is
madness and whosa embrace is death. There
dwells beneath that smilling surface a fiendish
spirit which for centuries has been wan?(
dering over the earth, carrying on a war oft
desolation and destruction against mankind, |
blighting and mildewing the noblest aHeo
tions of the heart, and corrupting with ita
foul breath the tide of human life, and1
changing the glad, green earth into a lazar
house. Gaze on it! But shudder as you
gaze! Those sparkling drops are murder in "
disguise; so quiet now, yet widows' groans!
and orphans' tears and maniacs' yells are in'
that cup. The worm that dieth not, and tho;
fire that is not quenched, are in that cup. J
"Peace and hope, and love and truth, dwell
not within that fiery circle where dwells that
desolating monster which men call rum, corrupt
now as when it left its native hell, giving
fire to the eye, piadness to the brain and
ruin to the soul. Rum is vile and deadly and
accursed everywhere. The poet would liken
it, in its fiery glow, to the flames that flicker
around the abode of the damned. The theo-.
logian would point you. to the drunkard's,
life, and thunder in your ears the drunkard's
doom, while the historian would unfold the
dark record of the past, and point you to the
fate of empires ana kingdoms, lured to ruin1
hv tho siren sone of the tempter, and sleep-'
ing now in colH obscurity?the wrecks of
what was once great, grand and ^glorious.'
Yes, rum is corrupt and vile, and deadly and:
accursed everywhere Fit type and semblance
of all earthly corruption!
".Base art thou yet, as when the wise man
warned us of tby power and l>ade us flee
thy enchantment Vile art thou yet, as
when thou first went forth on thy unholy!
mission?filling earth with desolation and:
madness, woe and anguish. Deadly art thou'
yet, as when thy envenomed tooth first took!
hold on human hearts, and thy serpent
tongue first drank up the warm life blood ofj
immortal souls. Accursed art thou yet, as
when the bones of thy first victim rotted in!
a damp grave, and its shrieks echoed along!
the caverns of helL Yes, thou infernal^
spirit of rum, through all past time hast
thou been, as through all coming time thou
shalt be, ,
. ACCURSED EVERYWHERE. 1
' 'In the fiery foundations of the still; in
the seething bubbles of the cauldron; in the
kingly palace and the drunkard's hovel; in
the rich man's cellar and the poor man's
clo?et; in the pestilential vapors of foul dens,
and in the blaze of gilded saloons; in the
hand of beauty, and on the lip of manhood*
rum is vile and deadly and accursed everywhere.
"Rum, we yield not to thy unhallowed influence,
and together we have met to plan
thy destruction. And by what new name
shall we call thee, and to what shall we liken
thee when we speak of thv attributes? Others
may call thee the chilu of perdition, the
base born progeny of sin and Satan, the murderer
of mankind, and the tiaetroyer of immortal
souls; but I this night will give thee
a new name among men and crown thee with
a new horror, and that new name shall be
the sacramental cup of the rum power; and I
will say to all the sons and daughters of
earth: Dash it down! And thou, rum, shalt
be my text in my pilgrimage among men;
and not alone shall my tongue utter it, but
the groans of orphans in their agony and the
?! ' ? " HoanlnMnn shall nrO
cries UL Y? 1U\/ rr O lit vuvia uvwV.Mv.?_
claim it the enemy of home, the traducer of
childhood, and the destroyer of manhood,
whose only antidote is the sacramental cup
of temperance, cold water!"
Ram's Work In Africa.
Rev. Horace Waller, at the important Conference
on Foreign Missions held in London
recently, says that the degradation of the
wretched tribes of West Africa has reached
a depth that is appalling," and testifies to
having seen hundreds of native girls lying
in a state of intoxication round the wagons
of spirit-sellers. Dr. Clarke, speaking of
South Africa, corroborated the statement
but used the word thousands instead of hundreds.
Mr. Moir, of the African Lakes
Trading Company, wrote: "I have seen boys
and girls of fourteen and fifteen getting ^
their wages in rum. In fact, there are parts
of tho country in which there is practically
no other currency. It is enousrh to arouse
the most placid spirit to read that the merchants
of Mauritius send their refuse rum,
worthless in any other market, to the recently
converted island of Madagascar, and,
despite the entreaties of rulers and people,
force upon them a trade which ha3 done
much to nullify the work of the Christian
missionaries." _
Confession of a Drnnkard.
I had position high and holy. The demon
tore from around me the robes of my sacred
office and sent me forth churchless and Godless,
a very hissing and byword among men.
Afterward my voice was heard in the courts.
But the dust gathered on my open books, and
no footfall crossed the threshold of the
drunkard's office. I had money ample
for all necessities, but it went to feed
the coffers of the devil which possessed
me. I had a home adorned with all
that wealth and the most exquisite taste
could suggest. The devil crossed its threshold
and the light faded from its chamber*.
And thus I stand, a clergyman without a
church, a barrister without a brief, a man
with scarcely a friend, a soul without hopeall
swallowed up in the maelstrom of drink.
Of 3000 convicted criminals exam ned by
a French medical man, M. Marambet, mora
than half were drunkards?that is, seventynine
per cent, of the vagabonds and mendicants,
fifty per cent, of the assassins, fiftyseven
p3r cent, of the in?e:idiaries, and
| seventy-one per cent, of the robbers.
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