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oi me nrs* water, ue naan't Deen six
»ths in Naples before he attended
fare the committee of Monte di Misori
■nd suggested that they should
debts. “I am poor,” he said,
srsevering, and I am deeply in
deeply that I can get no more
Pay my debts, give me a little
go on with, and yon, gentlemen,
doing your duty. That is your
rf ctrc.
But the oommittee laughed and bowed
out, declining to acoede to ;
modest proposition. On an
teion Dacre, becoming indig- 1
ie pertinacious way in which :
ins movements were watched by one of 1
his neighbors, who was accustomed to '
at him from his baloony opposite,
ve up to his door late one evening in ■
feet cab. The cabman got down from J
box, and a female figure wrapped in ’
cloak waa carried oarefully into, the i
house by the artist and the cabman; the i
two men reappeared in the street, the t
SStist mysteriously placed his fingers to j
his lips, paid the cab-driver, And the ;
drove off. The little drama waa i
' ‘ sd by the solitary gas lamp 1
in front of the artist’s lodg- <
inquisitive neighbor was at i
*nd carefully noted all the de
tails of the mysterious affair. 1
At noon the next day four officers, ac- 1
Kneighbor, presented <
e's room door and
1 admission in the 1
1 and veryimpera- 1
tho door ^opened by i
«raa buried in his i
the end oi it, and then he took a mean
advantage of the urbane politeness ol
the Italians. Producing a huge note
book, he courteously raised his hat tc
the first respectable bystander.
“Signor," said he, “will you greatlj
oblige me by holding this piece of string
while I take a few measurements? Thanl
you so much.” And then with stridei
he commenced to pace the piazza. G
ourse a little crowd collected at once
Da«re selected another victim with the
same result.
“Keep it quite taut, if you please,’
and he bowed politely. Within five
minutes thirty individuals were holding
the tightly stretched string, an immense
;rowd had assembled, Caere had finished
his pacings, his string and the carefu
notes he had appeared to bo making.
“Be patient, gentlemen," he said, “I
shall not detain you long.” Then he
lisappeared, only to re-enter the Cafe
Verdi by the back door to watch the re
sult. He had chosen his time with
jonsiderable ingenuity, for he knew
hat the police patrol always arrived on
ho Piazza del Martiri punctually at
soon. It wanted two minutes of the
lour. Just at that time the pence of
.mpius was muon uisturoeu Dy political
lemonstrntioDs, which were severely put
lown by the ^authorities. The "hour
itruok. Twenty^ policemen, headed by
» sergeant, appeared upon the scene; oi
jourse they proceeded at once to arrest
;he thirty mysterious conspirators who
were still innooently engaged in holding
Daore’s string, Daore and his friends
patching the whole scene from the win
lows of the Cafe Verdi with delighted
But the master stroke of Dacre's in
genuity was tho artfully arranged plan
iy which he obtained feloniously a sum
)f five pounds five sterling from Mr.
Donald MaoTaggart, of Leith. Mao
raggart was an ambitious young fellow
jf small talent, who had recently ar
rived in Naples to study art.
MaoTaggart was well-to-do, excessive
y stingy, preternaturally ugly and pre
Joeterously short. He was one of the
‘unco guid;” he wouldn’t foregather
vith the other students, his ways were
lot their ways, and young Mr. Mac
raggart, of Leith, was shunned when he
vas not made a butt of.
MaoTaggart had one grievance against
Providenoe upon which he constantly
iarped, it was his want of stature. It
raa this weakness of the young Scotch
nan’s that the wily t. coil Caere deter
ained to take advantage of, and at the
ame time gratify his taste for practical
eking. Cecil Caere was in the want of
!6 very badly indeed. He was always in
tant of £5, but the want at this particu
ar time was more than usually urgent.
)ne day the three young men met by
bcoident in the Cafe Verdi.
“That American dootor’s a wonderful
ellow,” said Caere, in a loud voice to
iis friend, Orlando P. Jones. “I won
ler whether he is a humbug?”
Now MaoTaggart was sitting at the
able consuming a dish of macaroni with
[reat gusto. “No, I don’t think he’s a
lumbug,” said Jones; “they Bay he
eally does possess the secret of per
nanently diminishing or increasing the
itature at will. I’ve noticed people who
lave been to him two or three times,
rod there was always an extraordinary
lifference in their height. It’s very
MoTaggart, who had drunk in the the
on vernation with greedy ear, now joined
n with manifest interest. T%e two
rouhg follows gave him a host of cir
mmstanoial details. “You ought to try
dm, MoTaggart, at any rate," said the
rafty Daore.
“Any change in your appearance,
igr Caledonian Apollo, would be a bon
“1 am' thinking it would be very ex
>enaiye, and I object to extravagance on
irinoiple,” said the Scotchman. .
“Well, you could beat him down;
low, at all events you could, try,” said
“Without a doot. I’ll Bleep on it,”
aid MoTaggart, and he paid for his
ireakfast and departed.
It took the Scotchman a whole week
o make up his frugal mind, and then
le screwed up his oourage to the stick
ng point and informed Daore that he
hould visit the Amerioan physician the
ext day.
“D’ye ken where he lives, Mr.
“Well, he lives in the same house as
do, bn the first floor. He’s a benevo
rat old boy; you’re sure to like him.
ones here knows him very well; the
ankees are almost as clannish as the
ootoh, yon know. You are sure to find
im there at 3," and they parted.
No sooner had the unfortunate Mo
aggart turned the corner than Ceoil
►acre triumphantly exeouted a cellar
ap breakdown, to the astonishment of
le little crowd of Neapolitan bystand
rs; then he bowed to bis little audience,
iased bis fingers to them, and started
F as fast as his legs would carry him to
Is lodgings. The next day Cecil Dacrc
stained the loon of his landlord’s first
sor for the day, and then he began to
lay himself in a very extraordinary
inner. He secured the services of the
irter’s wife and daughter, the black
ed Fippa; they duBted, they arranged,
d rearranged the big dismal reoeption
Utt on the firfct floor. Daore rushed
t and borrowed a screen and pur
ged a small bottle of turpentine; and,
n, in the bathroom, which opened
in a little passage which was built in
corner where he laid the screen,
Itfiijtslt at least half a dozen towels,
Sumer’s across
close cap of black velvet, and a pair of
big green spectacles exactly similar to
those worn by the celebrated Dr. Faust
in the first act of Gounod’s opera. Pippa,
her mother, and Dacre worked with a
will, and the two women, with many
gestures of astonishment from Pippa
herself, took their departure, promising
> that everything should be ready punc
tually at 3. Dacre ran up to the rooms
of the medical student qn the third floor
and borrowed several of his largest and
most professional looking books, which
he placed in a row upon the writing
table. Two gruesome looking anatomi
cal preparations in spirit he also ob
tained lrom the Italian Bob Sawyer:
with these and a human skull, procured
from the same source, he decorated the
t mantel piece. Then he put on the dress
ing gown, the long gray beard, the velvet
cap and the spectacles, and he looked a
very tremendous specimen of a quaok
doctor. When the trnvestiment was
complete, he went to the window and
waited patiently for young Mr. MacTag
gart. He was not kept long in suspense.
The great bell of San Giovanni struck
three, and punotual to the hour Mac
Taggart appeared on the other side of
the street.
In the meantime Orlando P. Jones on
his part had not been idle, for he called
upon at least a dozen of MaoTaggart’s
friends and acquaintances, had a short
interview with each, and he took his
leave with each of the people ho had so
honored with a visit, laid his forefinger
to the side of his nose and appeared,1
considerably amused. 4
As lias been said, the bell of San
Giovanni struck three. A rather timid
knock sounded upon the outer door
of the first floor where Dacre was ly
ing in wait. Dacre allowed it to be
repeated, then he flung the door open
suddenly. There stood MacTaggart.
“Have I the honor of addressing the
newly-arrived American physician!” he
“Enter, my young friend,” said he of
the erav beard and (rroon u o / >] nu *n
a loud but drawling voice. “Take a seat,
inquiring stranger,” he continued, “and
let me hear in what way I dan be of use
to you. You see before you,” he added,
“the celebrated old Dr. Jacob Townsend,
a physician of world-wide celebrity—a
man, sir,” he went on, “who has devoted
a long life, prolonged by his own skill
far beyond the ordinary human span, to
the amelioration of the condition of the
human race.”
“I’m afraid I have come to you on a
fool’s errand,” said the patient uneasily.
“No man who consults me,” said the
doolor, “is guilty of an unwise act. I
read your thoughts, young man,” he
continued severely; “my eagle eye de
tects the working of your puny brain.
You are discontented with your stature.
Say, is it not sof”
The patient nodded.
“Are you ready to submit to the treat
ment, young man? Have you every
confidence in me?”
I’ve every confidence, doctor,” replied
MacTaggart uneasily, “but I heard that
Sour fees were high, and I thought, per
aps, as I’m only an art student, you
might consent to make a little reduc
“Young man,” said the physician in
an indignant tone, “do not trifle. The
paltry honorarium I exact is buttooover
. the cost of the balsamic drugs used in
the treatment of suoh cases; they have
been procured from the deserts of Cen
tral Asia, after the expenditure of much
time, blood and treasure, but be assured,
young man, that the trifle wrung from
your parsimonious clutoh will be im
mediately distributed by me to the
deserving poor.”
“And you won't take any less?” said
MacTaggart, as he stretohed out his re
luctant hand and deposited five guineas
upon the physician’s table. “Is the pro
cess very painful, doctor?” ho said.
“There are two means of achieving
the object,” said the physician, who took
no notice of the fee. “The one is pure
ly mechanical; it is gradual extension;
considerable physical pain has naturally
to be endured. The other course, which
is equally efficacious and quite painless,
is by means of a medicated bath, but no
mora than font* inn}wv« in lioi'nlil
can be obtained.”
.“I shall be perfectly satisfied, dootor,
with four inches.”
“Very gobd, young man, very good.
You know your own business best. Re
tire behind that screen, divest yourself
of your apparel; in a few moments all
will be prepared. So. powerful are the
effects of the drugs, your clothing, were
it exposed to the potent vapors, would
be utterly destroyed. Strip, young
man,” said the doctor emphatically, ana
he pointed to the screen.
Mr. MaoTaggart retired behind the
screen, and did as he was bid. and the
venerable benefactor of the human race
disappeared into the bathroom. The
first thing that Dacre did was to empty
his bottle of turpentine Into the bath,
and then he turned on the hot water till
the bath was nearly full.
“Are you prepared, young man ?" he
cried in a loud voice, as he re-eutered
the reception room.
“I’m quite ready, sir,” said Mr, Mao
Taggart, from behind the screen. “I
can smell the potent odors of the drugs,
even here.”
“Don’ttrifle, boy,” cried the Ameri
can physician; “take your watch with
you, and proceed to the bath. You will
find it very hot, and the odor of the East- <
Bra balSams is pungent; but do not let 1
that deter you; enter it ns speedily as 1
possible, for the hotter Che bath the 1
more rapid is the osseouB change. Re- 1
nain extended in that beta and perfect- i
fatal, and every five min^toa hyyour ,
- J J
watch, and not more frequently on any
account, let your head disappear be
neath the balsamic film with which the
surface of ttie water is oovered. Do not
speak, and breathe only through your
nose. I will warn you when the process
is complete.”
Mr. MacTaggart entered the bath
room, with watch in hand. The odor of
the Oriental balsams made him sneeze
violently, the water was evidently very
hot, and was covered by a thick oleagin
ous film. But Mr. MacTuggart had
paid his five guineas, and he was deter
mined to have his money’s worth. After
a little time he entered the bath.
Every five minutes his head disap
peared beneath tho steaming, oily sur
In the meantime Cecil Dacre was not
idle. He rang the bell; Pippa and her
mother appeared; the one carried a lit
tle charcoal brazier and a flat-iron, the
other a very small work-bag and a big
pair of scissors. They laughed immod
erately as they set to work upon tho
clothes of the young Scotchman. Three
inches were out off from the trousers'
legs, the sleeves of the coat and of tho
shirt; Pippa’s mother worked with a will
with her needles to refashion the extrem
ities of the garments, and as*she finish
ed each, Pippa herself carefully pressed
the newly made seems with the hot flat
iron. Then the physician dismissed hia
two assistants, flung open the bathroom
door and addressed the bather.
“Come forth, young man,” he said.
“You entered that bath a miserable and
■puny speoimen of humanity; you will
leave it in all human probability, a well
grown youth, of prepossessing appear
Mr. MaoTnggart did as he was bid.
He dried himself to the best of liia
ability, but tho balmy odors of the bal
sams of the East still clung to his hair. No
sooner was he dressed and had emerged
from behind the screen- than the mock
doctor addressed him.
“Young man,” said he, and his voice
was apparently momentarily choked by
emotion, “behold the result of the won
JS_V, _ Ti -11 mi
Jjwivuitm, iuuiu xo u uuu
siderable change, I think,” he said
solemnly. '
Mr. MacTaggart had evidenly grown
out of his clothes; his arms and legs pro
truded in a portentous manner.
“Don’t thank me,” continued the
American physician hurriedly; “don’t
thank me, but hasten homo to bed to
sleep of the effects of my potent medica
Mr. MacTaggart bowed as gracefully
as he oould, and left the premises.
The very first person he met in the
street was his acquaintance, Orlando P.
Jones. MacTaggart’s appearance was
sufficiently striking. His ordinary
straight red hair was curly and extreme
ly odoriferous from the effects of the
turpentine. His face and hands were
the color of a boiled lobster, and his eyes
were bloodshot from the same cause.
“Goodness me,” said Jones, “I
shouldn't have known you. What have
you being doing to yourself?”
“Don’t a k me,” said MacTaggart;
“my happiness is too great for words,”
and his scarlet face was illuminated by
a smile of celestial beatitude.
Before he reached his own house he
had at least met twenty of his acquaint
ances. Eaoh one interviewed him with
a similar result.
But the cup of happiness was rudely
dashed from his lips when his extremely
plain and elderly sister, Miss Flora
MacTaggart, on her arrival, addressed
him in these indignant words:
“Eh! Donald, man, is it fou ye are!
or simply fatuous ? that ye have been
making a Merry Andrew of yerself by
cutting doan yer claithes.”
In vain the brother explained his visit
to the doctor.
Then the secret came out, and Mr.
MaoTnggart and his sister left Naples
for Borne within the twenty-four hours.
After a Long Time.
Forty years ago Joseph Miles of Mil
lerton, N. Y., married a neighbor’s
daughter and settled down to farming.
He got tired of this, and told his wife
that he thought they’d better make a
change. She objected, and, in fact, re
fused to quit her old home. He said
aVin nnn 1 rl rln aa aim nlnnenrl r.A
that if ever she decided to live with him
she’d be welcome, but he wouldn’t re
turn to Millertcn. So ho left her a*d
their boy. She made her home with
her parents on their farm. The hus
band fought through the war, thsn went
to Sidney, N. Y., and began to make
money. He acquired a snug little for
tune but had no one to share it with.
A friend who knew his story went to
Millerton, found Mrs. Miles living on
the homestead with the boy, a man of 34
years, told her all about Joseph, and in
duced her to consent to go to Sidney and
join him. She didn’t need much per
suasion, and Joseph, too, was glad when
he learned of the negotiations. The
neighbors heard of it, and the other
night thronged to the railroad station to
meet the train that brought Mrs. Mills.
She didn’t recognize Joseph, and he
didn’t know her; but after the introduc
tion they seemed very happy, and have
taken up wedded life where they laid it
down thirty-two years ago.
Chaska, the Sioux Bridegroom.
Mary MoHenry Cox writes: "Chaska,
alias Samuel Campbell, the Indian who
has gained so much notoriety by his
marriage with Miss Cora Belle Fellows,
at Big Bird's Camp, near Fort Pierre,
Dak., was a pupil of the Educational
Home. He was admitted there Deo.
11, 1854, and returned home Feb. 15,
1886, on account of being threatened
with consumption. He is a full-blooded
Sioux, about twenty-two years of age;
tall and straight. He was not a bad
young man, but, like all Indians, was
not trained to work, though while at the
Educational Home he learned the trade
of house painter, and before he left was
able to paint quite well. In ample jus
tice to him we give it as our opinion
that he can with proper training be mode
» useful citizen. We found him honest
ind willing to do all that was required
>f him.”—Philadelphia Ledger.
One of Lexingtan’s society gentlemen
onsulted with me. "A young lady,”
le said, “has made me a proposal, this
icing leap year. I have promised to be
ler husband. Should I allow her to
iss me before we are married ?" I could
lot enlighten the young man.—Lexingtot
The Queer Costumes in Which They
are Sometimes Clothed — The
Malay Men and Women.
The manufacturing interests of Cape
Town, writes a correspondent of the
I San Francisco Chroniclt, are not as ex
tensive as they should be when the cheap
ness of fuel and the rapidly increasing
demand for machinery of all kinds are
taken into consideration. The mot chants
here depend on importation to supply
them with their stocks, and as a rule
pay cash for them, or a credit of sixty
days at the furthest, but when they sell
their goods it is quite another thing, for
when the Boers come to town to buy
goods they expect a year’s credit, for
they have no money to pay for anything
until they have sold their crops of wheat
or wool. The system is the curse of the
colony and prevents the development of
the farming country. This trouble
does not exist between the .mer
chant and Kaffir. When Mr. Kaffir
comes to town he has to pay cash, and yet
some of them are richer than many of
the Boers; but he is not to be trusted;
he has too many wives to feed and
clothe and children running about to put
him up to tricks. When the day comes
to go to town to lay in a supply he puts
ou such clothing as some white man
has given him and away ho goes
with one of his many wives trotting
behind him to carry the goods home, i
once saw a Kaffir on the street with
nothing on him at all save a plug hat, a
linen collar and a swa low-tail coat. Not
a stitch of any other clothing was' to be
seen. Another time 1 saw a Kaffir astnd
of a dilapidated quadruped, bare-headed,
an old coat on, the remnants of an um
brella over him, and h s big toes hooked
in the Stirrilna of nn nlri Tliu
wife was running behind, a kettle and
bundle on her her j and nn infant strapped
to her back. They were going shopping
and they paid cash for their purchases.
An industry of no small dimensions is
that of fish-catching, carried on entirely
by the Malay population and affording a
living to at least 10,000 people. The
fisherman leaves the beach at about 3
o’clock in the morning and returns at
midday, and it is quite an interesting
sight to see the hunareds of men, w'omen
and children strolling about the beach
waiting for the return of the fishermen,
the men dressed in their red jackets with
black sleeves, blue pants and broad brim
med straw hats of a Chinese pattern; the
women in their stiffly starched print
dresses standing out liko a hoop-skirt ol
twenty-five years ago, a handkerchief oi
bright orange shade around their shoul
ders and another of sky-blue over theit
beads. The boy3 and girls follow the
styles of their parents throughout. Here
are dozens of carts, and to each are
hitched two of those wonderful little
animals, Cupe horses. They never grow
higher than twelve and a half hands,
are tough, wide-awake, and always
ready to run. A Boer will ride one of
them a distance of eighty miles on a
lope, and when fed and watered he will
be as full of the Old Nick as before. As
soon as the fishermen arrive their catch
is sold at auction to the fishmongers, and
away they go at full speed, some to sell
in Cape Town, while others strike out in
the country and sell to the farmers and
the villagers. The Malays are no im
portant factor in the matters of Capo
1 own. They are not icgarded as citi
zens, and, even though born and raised
there, they are never allowed to vote.
This is because they refuse to take part
in any of the native wars, and the Eng
lish, English-like, think if they will not
help defend the colony against intruders
they should not be entitled to the b ess
ings of English citizenship. The typical
Malay is a tall, erect, black-eyed, sallow
. comple.\ioned, stoutlv-bu It man, with a
disposition that will not brook familiar
ity, especially from white people. He
has more than average intelligence,
and is of an amiable disposition
when not imposed upon, always ready
to do you a service; but as quick as a
flash to resent an insult, and deep and
determined to avenge a wrong. Many
of them are rich, while many more are
weu-to-ao, ana an, as a class, are tnritty
and industrious. The typical Malay
woman is of line form and dignity of
appearance, but it is only those who
have been so fortunate as to see them
without their face-coverings who can
tell whether or no they are pretty or
beautiful. I have seen many a beautiful
face among them. A rich, clear, brown
skin, large, luminous, passionate jet
black eyes, heavy dark eyebrows, long
sweeping eyelashes, a straight nose,
with delicate curves, that gives an ex
pression of refinement to the face, long,
jet-black hair, red, ruby lips, a trine
thin, perhaps, but beautifully curved,
and teeth such as no other race of hu
mans possesses; add to all this an ex
pres-ion of a high order of intelligence
and a mind of culture, and the result is
the typical Malay woman.
Smallest Plant In the World.
Writing of minute plants, the editor of
Gardener's Monthly has the following in
regard to Wolflia Microscopica, a native
of India, which is stated to be the small
est plant in the world: It belongs to the
natural order Lemnacete, or the Duck
weed family. It is almost microscopic in
size, destitute of proper stems, leaves
and roots, but having these organs
merged in one, forming a frond. Tbere
is, however, a prolongation of the lower
surface into a kind of rhizoid, the pur
pose of which, seems to be to enable the
plant to float upright in the water. The
fronds multiply asexuallv by sending out
other fronds from a bas’ilar slit, or con
cavity, and w.th such rapidity does this
take place that a few days often suffices
to produce from a few individuals enough
similar ones to cover many square rods of
pond surface with the minute green gran
ules. But small as these plants are, and
simple in their structure, they yet jiro
duce flowers. Two flowers are produced
on a plant, each of them very simple,
one consisting of a single stamen, and the
other of a single pistil, both of which
burst through the upper surface of the
frond. There are two species of this
genus growing in the Eastern United
States, one of them,Wolffia Columbiana,
about one-twenty filth of an inch in di
ameter, and the other, W. Brasiliensis,
somewhat smaller in size The Ameri
can species has been collected near Phil
adelphia. / i
Four nottopa.
“Look up and down!”—do you mind how
the tree-iop -
Rejoices in sunshine denied to its root?
Aud hear how the lark, gazing skyward, is
flooding ,
All earih with its song, while the ground
bird is mute.
"Look out and not in !”—see the sap rushing
In leaf, bud and blossom; all winter it lay
Imprisoned, while earth wore a white deso
NowNnturois glad with the beauty of
“Look forward, not back!”—’Tis the chant
of creation,
The c hime of the seasons as onward they
'Tis the pul o of the world, ’tis the hope of
the ages,—
This voice of the Lord in the depths of the
“Lend a hand!”—like the sun, that turns
night into morning,
The moon, that gu.des storm-driven sailors
to land:—
Ab, life were worth living with this for its
“Look up, out, and forward, and each
lend a hand j”
—[Mrs. Caroline A. Mason.
“Sell All.”
Is this demand, “sell all,” universal! No,
there w ould be no one to Luy. The univer
sal demand is to bo readv to give up what
ono loves best. God could give up his dearly
beloved son. So could Abram. Peter c >uld
give up boat* and the storms his rugged
nature loved, and every one must be able to
give up whatever God asks. Just here,
thousands stumble. They are ready to give
up n'l but one thing,—pride of in
tellect, unbelief, vocation in life,
anything but to bo a minister
or missionary. And the tost comes just on
that one crucial point, that citadel of obs'in
acy. But Christ, who hod given up the
wealth and fealty of the universe in his sub
lime service, saw its result on himself, and
min fay a hi muii runuw me, —iwuuw, uuu
only on earth, but to and in thj highest
heaven. Suffer with me, and we will be
glorified together. And tho suffering is not
worthy to I e compared with the glory.—
[Bishop Wurren in Sunday School Times.
“Too late,"
These are solemn and fearful words; but
they are warranted by the parable, as apply
ing to souls seeking entrance into the King
dom of heaven. The “wise virgins" wel
come the procession, pass on with it, enter
the banqueting house, ami sit down to the
feast. These represent such as are ready for
the coming of their lord. Readiness consists
in sincere repentance of sin, true faith in
Jesus Christ as Saviour, hearty acc -ptance
of Him as redeemer and Lord, open confes
sion and prayerful obedience. These have
no preparation to make when the Lord
comes. They have been waiting and watch
ing. Their work is done. Tuey are saved
with and everlasting salvation. The “fo lish
virgins” represent such as are unready.
They, however, come calling for
mercy. Their eyes are open upon all the
consequences of "past folly. But they find
it too late! They are recognized by the
great St archer oi hearts as not belonging to
the true procession. They have had many a
pressing invitation, and many an abounding
opportunity. But they have not heeded the
invi ations; have not embraced the oppor
tunities. The door is shut. Too late! Con
tent with a mere formal life, they have
never been disciples. They would not be in
structed in the way of the Lord:
but chose their own way. The “wise”
are safely housed. The unwise are for
ever excluded. B essed hope for
the Christian. Fearful disappointment
for the careli ss and the formal. This is our
time of opportunity; this our day of grace.
“True repentance is never too late; bu, late
repent ince is seldom true.” No wonder the
Saviour couns-ls all to watch. To us the
Son of man may come at any hour—at any
moment. “Watch” is a sentinel virtue. “In
no attitude of mind and heart d e- man in
carnate his noblest end, as man, active in
faith and in good works, he awaits the sec
ond coming of Chiist.” Now the door is
open. By and by the door will be shut I—
[N. Y. Observer.
IlDrUif Fstksit. (
What c uld oe a more sweet and beautiful
fu fllment of the prophecy (Is. 49:33) than
tho file and recent decease of the great Ger
man emperor?
Those v«ho witnessed one year since the
celebration of the ninetieth birthday of Em
peror Wildam, trembled lor the health of
| the aged monarch at whose feet Buch a
I marvellous tribute of li re, honor and ven
er tion was laid, but none imagined that
unharme 1 by pra se, in one short year he
would go down to the grave bowed down
by the weight of months of sorrow.
Before Brines Wilhelm, the most dearly
beloved by the Emperor of his grand
children, could reach Berlin, tho ninety-one
ycai s old Emperor lay on his dying bed. He
appeared for the lust time on Satur ay at
the window to greet the passing troops, and
the ero» d which daily watches the spectacle.
On Sunday he remained in bed. and seemed
to realize from the first that his i lness was
probably th" last one. requesting that the
ministered to him. Hi
out toward the sick soi
seen for nine long m
could but see Fritz,” and
“1 have but one wish mi
brace my son."
All Thursday night
stood by the bedside of t
four, those relaiivos win
rest were again sunran
raarck, who, after a slee
fallen into a light t
nroused and quickly t ea
Mo tke was there. The
bedside and kissed the
man; but all was not ovi
when the Kaiscrin wosc
the room. At ten appei
nouncing the death of K
‘The event reculls to
of allegiance to Christ
The occasion wasa visit
in Berlin, to sec a neap]
the venerable building
adorned. The subject ■
the kings of the earth 1
and sceptres at the feet c
b an address from Dr.
preacher, the emperor i
you bare said about me
it with all modesty as a
now numbered. In my
covered me with blesslt
penally in ray old ag'
paid me I lay at the tbre
from whom we deriv
cute nil the best things t
earth.” Further on be
Inst few years, before tt
things bave happened b
been raised higher than
You have all been w
work accomplished, wb
enduro if its foundatioi
of religion and progress
In mT old days I can ca
that I have looked upon
foundation on which ev<
as the highest good of ir
un T hursday atternot
of the court .pi eat
to the royal fa
bedside, reading i
turcs unr
joined i

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