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VOLUME V. LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, OCTOBER 29, 1892. NO. 19.
CELESTIAL WITNESSE, RTv. T. DeWitt Tabnsge Oer Comort to the ruggisa g S aner. csC elt was ho rth or Ivr as _ 4)mp lagha wansesse hs the An s*le erwms Si These Who rave wre. ser3ge vs. The following discourse was select ed by Rev. T. DeWitt Talmsag for pub. lic4k tWSweek. The text is: -- we sho are compassed about with so aseta scslu at watesms.-- OorIathrian ,v., L- ioeng the Alps by the Mont Cens pu, or tthrough the Moat Cenis tunel, you are in a few hours set down at Ve rosa, Italy, and in a few minutes begin examlning one of the grandest ruins of the world-the Amphitheater. The whole world sweeps around yeo' In a ctrcle. You stand In the areas where the combat was oneo fought on the race run, and on all sides the seatasrie, tier above tier, until you count forty elevations, or galleries, as I shall see ft tocall them, in which sat the senators, the kings and twenty-five thou and solcllited speetsato At the sides of the area, and under the galleries, are the ges in which the lions and tigers are kept without food until, frenzied with hunger and thirst, they are let out upon some poor victim, who, with his sword and alone, is con demned to meet them. I think that Paul himself once stood in suchaplace, and that it was not only figuratively, but literally, that he had "fought with beasts at Ephesus." The gala day has come. From all the world the people are pouring into ferona. Men, women and children, oastors and senators, great men and small, thousands upon thousands come, until the first gallery is full, and the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth -all the way up to the twentieth, all the way up to the thirtieth, all the way up to the fortieth. Every place is lled. Immensity of audience sweeping the great circle. Silence! The time for the contest has come. A Roman olBal leads forth the victim into the arena. Let him get his sword, with a firm grip, into his right hand. The twenty lye thousand sit breathlessly watching. I hear the door at the side of the arena ereak open. Out plunges the half-starved lion, his tongue athiest for blood, and, with a roar that brings all galleries to their feet, he rushes against the sword of the combatant. Do you know how strong a stroke a man will strike when his life depends upon the first thrust of his blade? The will beast lame and bleeding, slinks back toward the sMe of the arena; then, rallying his wasting strength, he comes up with fiercer eye and more terrible roar than ever, only to be driven baek witha fatal wound, while the combatant comes in with stroke after stroke, until the monster isdead at his feet, and the twenty-five thousand people clap their hands anad utter a shout that makes the eity trem ble. Sometimes the audienee came to me a race sometimes to see gladiators fight eachb other. until the people, com pasionmate for the fallen, turned their thumbs down as an appeal that the vanquished th spared; and sometmes the combat was with wild beasts. To one of the Roman amphitheatrical aui ences of one hundred thousand people Paul refers when he says: "We are compassed about with so great a crowd of witnesses." The direct ref erenoe in the last passage is made to a race; but elsewhere, having di oussed that, I take now Paul's favorite idea of the Christian liie aa combat. The fact is that every Christian man has lion to fight. Yours is a bad temper. The gates of the arena hve been opened and thin tiger has come to destroy your souL It has lacerated : you with many a wound. You. have been thrown by it time and again, but in the strenghth of God you have arisen to drive it back. I verily believe you will conquer. I think that the tempta tio is gettlg weaker and weaker. - You have given it so many woobds th at the prospect is tLhat it will die, sad you sha be the victor, thnough Courage, brothert Do not let of the arens drink the blood 'Ik lo s the passia for strong You may have consteded Sagainst it twenty yeaau; bet it Is eof body nd thirstyof tongeu e have tried to glht It beek with bottle or eapty wine-lask. thats oet pl wearp. With the gear be wr alscim thme by the rasd read thee limb tfrelrlIsb wenpom, sharp ad kee. , get It rem Red'S ·rar; of the Spit With that dhAt uhim beak ad eon ,ie li that h s th s mc a mw j~j5 e lids f edgA tLaInI thaNk oe tphe e Tht ss wth spi .wglea thait, th at they haeme g e lair iasy a Net bs4sthemd tme e u. lsae.t Ab mel. T3,ikha , A Se p soniped aV f hewt e a5 i~- .~~i~i·i;ii;i ·$ - ~~~'iiE "Being compassed about with so great a cloud of witnessesa" On the first elevation of the ancient amphitheater, on the day of the cele bration, sat Tiberius, or Angutus, or the reigning king. So, in the great arena of spectators that watch our struggles, and in the first Divine gal lery, as I shall call it, sits our King,one Jesus. On His head are many crowns! The Roman emperor got his place by cold-blooded conquests; but our King hath come to His place by the broken hearts healed and the tears wiped away, and the souls redeemed. The Roman emperor sat, with folded arms, indifferent as to whether the swordsmon or the lion beat; but our King's sympathies are all with us. Nay, unheard-of condescension! I see Him come down from the galleries into the arena to help us in the fight, shouting until all up and down His voice is heard: "Fear not! I will help thee! I will strengthen thee by the right hand of my power!" They gave to the men in the arena, in the olden time, food to thicken their blood, so that it would flow slowly, and that for a longer time the people might gloat over the scene. But our King has no pleasure in our wounds, for we are bone of His bone, flesh of His flesh, blood of His blood. In all the anguish of our heart The man of sorrows bores pert. I look again, and see the angelic gal lery. There they are, the angel that swung the sword at the gate of Eden, the same that Ezekiel saw uphold 'g the throne of God, and from which I look away, for the splendor is insuffer able. Here are the guardian angels. That oae watched a patriach; this one protected a child. That one has been pulling a soul out of temptation! All these are messengers of light! Those drove the Spanish Armada on the rocks. This turned Sennacherib's living hosts into a heap of one hundred and eighty-five thousand corpses. Those, yonder, chanted the Christmas carol over Bethlehem, until the chant awoke the shepherds. These, at creation, stood in the balcony of Heaven, and serenaded the new-born world wrapped in swaddling clothes of light. And there, holier and mightier than all, is Michael, the archangel. Tocom mand an earthly host gives dignity; but this one is leader of the "twenty thousand chariots of God, and of the ten thousand times ten thousand an gels. 1 think God gives command to the archangel, and the archangel to the seraphim, and the seraphim to chern bim, until all the lower orders of Heaven bear the command, and go forth on the high behest. Now, bring on your lions! Who can fear! All the spectators in the angelic gallery are our friends. "He shall give His angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone. Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder; the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under foot." Though the arena be crowded with temptations, we shall, with the angelic help, strike them down in the name of our God, and leap on their fallen car casses! 0, bending throng of bright angelic faces, and swift wings, and lightning foot! I hail you to-day, from the dust and struggle of the arena! I look again, and I see the gallery of the prophets and apostles. Who are those mighty ones up yonder? Hoses, and Jeremiah, and Daniel, and Isaiah, and Paul, and Peter, and John, and James. There sits Noah waiting for all the world to come into the ark; and Moses waiting till the last Red sea shall divide; and Jeremiah waiting for the Jews to return; and John, of the Apocalypse, waiting for the swearing of the angel that time shall be no longer. Glorious spirits! Ye were howled at, ye were stoned; ye were spit upon! They have been in this fight themselves; and they are all with us. Daniel knows all about lions. Paul fought with beasts at Ephesus In the ancient amphitheater the peo ple got so excited that they. would shout from the galleries to the men in the arena: "At it again!" "Forwardl" '"One more stroke'!" "Look out!" "Fall back!" "Husa! Huzzal" So in that gallery, prophetic and spostolic, they an not keep their peace. Daniel cries out: "Thy God will deliver tiee from the mouth of the lions!" David ex claims: "He will not suffer thy foot to be moved!" Isaiah callsa out: "Fear not! I am with thee! Be not dismayed!" Iaul exclaims: "Victory through our Lord Jesus Christ!" That throng of prophets and apostles can not keep still. They make the welkin ring with shouting and hallelujaha I look again, and I see the gallery of the martyrs. Who isthat? Hugh Lat liner, sur9 enough! He would not apol ogize for the trath preached; and so he died, the night before swinging from the bed-post in perfect glee at the thonght of emancipation. WTho are that army of six thousand six hundred and sixty-six? They are the The ban legion who died for the faith. Here is a larger host in magniftent array eirht hundred and eighty-four thou sand-who perished for Christ in the persecution of DLooletlan. Yonder is a family groupl Felieitas, of Rome, and her children. Whilethey were dying for the faith she atbod eneoaraglag them. One son was whipped to death by theras, another was Lung frmea sock, another was beheaded. At last the mother besame a martyr.. There they are it e fmly h group in HUeven! Yeoder k John Bradford who ad, in the fire: "We shall have a amrry supper with t&e Lord to-nit." Yader is Henry Vou, who exclaimed ashe died: "It Ihad ten heads they should all fal of fr Christ?" The great throng of the mattyrs! They bead hot lead poured down their thlreata horas were fastened to theibr hands, sad other horses to their fee, a d ths thy were paunlener they lad their to es pslletd $ byved~hspadeersi tey.wzr meated up ta the shius of animals, and theyL grow ta the 4ey: they were dsaibelirith ena tlbisai and set on st ali the mawzas' stakes tat : . proper distances, they would make the midnight all the world over, bright as noonday! And now they sit yonder in the martyrs' gallery. For them the fires of persecution have gone out. The swords are sheathed and the mob hushed. Now they watch us with a. all-observing sympathy. They know all the pain, all the hardship, all the anguish, all the injustice, all the pri vation. They can not keep still. They cry: "Couragei The fire will not con sume" The floods can not drown. The lions can not devour! Courage! drown there in the arena." What, are they looking? This night we answer back the salutation they give. and cry:"Hail, sons and daughter of the fire!" I look again, and I see another gal. lery, that of eminent Christians. What strikes me strangely is the mixing in companionship of those who on earth could not agree. There is Albert Barnes, and around him the presbytery who tried him for heterodoxy! Yonder is Lyman Beecher, and the church court that denounced him! Stranger than all,there is John Calvin and James Arminius!Who would have thought that they would sit so lovingly together? There is George Whitefield and the ministers who would not let him come into their pulpits because they thought him a fanatic. There are the sweet singers: Toplady, Montgomery, Charles Wesley, Isaac Watts and Mrs. Sigour ney. If Heaven had had no music be. fore they went up, they would have started the singing. And there, the band of missionaries: David Abeel, talking of China redeemed; and John Scudder, of India saved; and David Brainard, of the aborigines evangelized, and Mrs. Adoniram Judson, whose prayers for Burmah took Hleaven by violence! All these Christians are looking into the arena. Our struggle is noth ing to theirs! Do we, in Christ's cause. suffer from the cold? They walked Greenland's icy mountains. Do we suffer from the heat? They sweltered in the tropics. Do we get fatigued? They fainted, with none to care for them but cannibals. Are we perse cuted? They were anathematized. And as they look from their gallery and see us falter in the presence of the lions, I seem to hear Isaac Watts addressing us in his old hymn, only a little changed: Must you be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prie, Or sailed through bloody seas? Toplady shouts in his old hymn: Your harps, ye trembling saints. Down from the willows take; Load to the praise of love divine, Bid every string awake. While Charles Wesley, the Methodist, breaks forth in his favorite words, ii little varied: A charge to keep you have. A God to gloritfy; A never-dying soul to save, And it for the sky! I look again and I see the gallery of our departed. Many of those in the other galleries we have heard of ; but these we knew. Oh! how familiar their faces! They sat atour tables, and we walked to the House of God in com pany. Have they forgotten us? Those fathers and mothers started us on the road of life. Are they careless as to what becomes of us? And those chil dren : do they look on with stolid indif ference as to whether we win or lose this battle for eternity? Nay; I see that child running its hand over your brow and saying: "Father. do not fret:" Mother, do not worry." They remember the day they left us. They remember the agony of the last fare well. Though years in Heaven, they know our faces. They remember our sorrows. They speak our names. They watch this fight for Heaven. Nay; I see them rise up and lean over, and wave before us their recognition and encouragement. The gallery is not full They are keeping places for us. After we have slain the lion they ex pect the King to call us, saving: "Come up higher!" Between the hot struggles in the arena wipe the sweat from my brow, and stand on tiptoe, reaching ap my right hand to clasp theirs in rap turous hand-shaking, while their voices come ringing down from the gallery, crying; "Be thou faithful unto death, and you shall have a crown." But here I pause, overwhelmed with the majesty and the joy of the scene! Gallery of the King! Gallery of angels! Gallery of prophets and apostles! Gal lery of martyrs! Gallery of saints! Gallery of friends and kindred! Oh, majestic circles of light and love! Throngs! Throngs! Throngs! How shal we stand the gaze of the uni verse? Myriads of eyes beaming on us' Myriads of hearts beating in sym pathy for us! How.shall we ever dare to sin again? How shall we everbecome discouraged again? Hlow shall we ever feel lonely again? With God for us, and angels for us, and prophets and apostles for us, and the great souls of the ages for us, and our glorified kin dred for us--sehall we give up the fight and die? No! Son of God, who dldst die to save us. No! ye angles, whose wings are spread forth to shelter us. No! ye prophets and apostles, whose warnings startle us. No! ye loved ones, whomse arms are ontstretebed to receive as No! we will never enr render. Sum I mut debht it I waould reIgn Be faithtal to my Lord; And bear the eros endure the pain, supported by Thy word. Thy esntats in all this gloss war sabl cnqur,r thou they dib: Th me ts trhiampb tre arfar. And esie it with their eo a Whe m that Iwatrios d shal rise, And all thine armss Les In robes vdctry throush the skis, The glory alBl be thime. My hearers! Shall we die in th. arena or rise tofjola our friends in the gflery? Through Christ we maycome of more than conquerorsm A sol dier, dying in the hospital, roe up In bed the last moment sad cied: "Here here!" His attendanta put him eack on his pillow sad asked him why he shouted "Hese! "Oh, I heard the rol-eal of Heave, and I w;ssoly answesag tomy name!" I wonder whether, att this battle ci life is over, our names wil be ealk, Is the enuster roll et the lndomal and glorafed, and, with the joy of leare beking upom car usat we shall y: '"Bhc hr " WHERE RATTLESNAKES THRIVE. & Prospector's Tale of a Trip ThroLgh a Gulch In the Madre Chain. 'Talking about snakes," said a griz zled old prospector in Tucson to a party of eastern tourists, "you fellows ought to go down here in the Madre moun tains, near the Mexican line, and you'd' see san, :es. You see, not very many miners and prospectors go in the Madre, because there is almost nothing in our line there, although you do hear stories about wonderful mines.and gold and silver piled up in stacks when the old Mexicans abandoned the diggings, but all the gold there is about it is in the ears of the man who believes such stuff. Besides, if they do go they are most eternally glad to get out again if they have the g- od luck not to be bitten by the rattlers. Why, the average rattler in the Madre chain is seven or eight feet long, and there are lots of 'em a good deal bigger than that. The stupid little reptiles that go by the name up in Utah and Colorado aren't in it with their Mexican brethren when you get to talking about snakes. I have been there, and you bet I know what I am talking about. "Three years ago Jack M2Quade and I were prospecting together, and we got a tip on the quiet that there were some I rich finds over near Colquiton, a little Mexican town about one hundred and seventy-five miles from here. So we went, but didn't get track of anything worth very much, although two or three fellows made their pile. Finally, I left Jack there and came back, and I made up my mind to come through the Madre. The boys told me I hadn't better try it, but I did, and I am not hankering after any more trips of the kind. I had two bur ros and got along all right, and didn't see anything extraordinary until I had gotten fairly into the range, when one morning I was riding down a ravine that would let me out at the base of a big peak which I would go around. At the further side there ought to be some of the headwaters of the Maleskyne, as the Indians call a little mountain river that runs out on the plain and loses it self in the sand, and then for the rest of the way it would be all plain sail ing. Well, I was riding along down, smoking and leading one of the burros behind, when I noticed two rattlers right in front. I went around them and they raised up and, rattled like a basket of eggs. But I didn't mind a little thing like that. Pretty soon I saw some more, and then they seemed, all the rest of the way down, to in crease and multiply with the most as tonishing rapidity. Luckily the bot tom of the gulch was wide enough, so that we got by 'em all right; but if those donks weren't scart! I never saw the stupid little brutes so much alive as they were then, and just as we canie to the mouth of the gorge it narrowed up and the snakes were just as thick as ever. There was no other way of get ting out, so I hit.the donks and we went through.'like a house afire. At one place we shook a lot of rock loose, and a big bunch of snakes rolled down un der the very feet of the burros. I needn't tell you we didn't stop till we got outside, where there was plenty of room. "Before I could stop the little beasts we nearly ran over a couple of Mex icans, who were almost frightened out of their wits. They must have thought I was a ghost to have come through the Snake gulch, as they called the place, unscathed. But what was the most curious thing about the whole matter was that the Greasers camped right there and caught snakes and fried the oil out for the eastern patent 1 medicine market. It seems there is + quite a demand for the oil among a cer tain class. Their camp was raised up on posts out of the way of snakes. The snakes were caught by means of a steel fork on a long pole, which they used to pin the rattler's head to the ground. The snake was helpless then, and with a small hatchet they cut off its head and hung the body on a stick fastened across the back of a burra When a donkey load had been killed they were taken to a place where the sun's rays in the afternoon beat down against a wall -of rock and made it hot enough to roast eggs. Here they slit the reptile and hung him up on a wooden frame with a pan underneath to catch the slowly dripping oil A good fat snake would furnish a quart. The stench about the place was some thing that no words can convey an idea of, but the Greasersdidn't seem tomind 4 it much. The rock in the gulch was a shelving, scaly formation, that was full of holes and crannies, and at the month was a sort of mountain meadow, ending I in a marshy slough, and full of frogs and vermin of every description, and on these the snakes subsisted. The Mexi cans had a bonanza there, but I don't want any of it I went away the next day and never want to go back again.' -N. Y. Sun. Heaven la All Countries. The trite but true aphorism which - says that "God made man, and man makes his present and future," is aptly 1 illustrated in the ideas various reces have of what the future abode of the blessed will be. Take the Congo's be lief for an instance. During his whole life he is pestered to death by mosqui toes and other biting things. This be ing the case, it is not unreasonable to hear them say that angels spend twen ty-four hours out of every day and night eatching such pests and pulling their bills off. The natives on Boto ecdes, one of the hottest regions of the globe, believe that Heaven will be a land of eool streams and shaded groves entirely devoid of eactus thornua All wild desert dwellers die expectiat o awake in a wooded land, plentifnlly supplied with cool, running water. The pardise of the natives of the - frozen north is a lead of blmiag sana. sad warm fires, overhang with pete . boiling whale's blibber. When the Chinese and Japaneme beggarde la the streets it is with- hope that their fn tare may be spent feasting a aroei Itabler ovend wif * idtIw Oleth1,' I mortroii NO SIGHTS FOR HIM. & Dewsdeoth Darky Who lad An we Wanted ef New York City Society. I The lumber schooners which come to ; New York laden down to the gunwales i from the coasts southern states and anchor in the North river, bring some quaint and queer specimens of the dusky citizen of the south along as deckhands. One of these was seated on the wharf near his vessal at the foot of Thirty ninth street yesterday swinging his bare feet, which looked like a pair of small alligators with their tales chopped off, and crooning a dialect ditty, the burden of which referred to the peoliar superiority of the "Yaller Gal" and the watermelon of his par ticular section. His trousers were a marvel of crazy quilt work, and his head-piece might have been an iron holder which had outlived its usefulness, for all the sem blance of a hat it bore. "Whereare you from, uncle?" asked a reporter who recognized his type. "Carrituck, sah," was the prompt and polite reply. "Des come in wid Cap'n Terhune an' a load er lumbah on de two-master Sarah Smiley." "Why don't you get shore leave and go into town to see the sights?" "Too many sights in dyah for me, sah. Larse time I was heah I went in town 'long wid one er dose slick city niggers, and dog my eats ef dey didn' run de ole man back ter de boat lickety split. " "What was the trouble?" "I specs de trouble really was dat I got too much or dis heah pop-whisky aboad. Anyhow, we got inter one of dese side streets, and dey tried ter peck my pockets. Dey's right hard ter fine, boss, yuh see," and he smiled as he ex hibited his tatters. "I tuk an' smacked de fire oat'n one ob de gentmen, and de funs thing I knowd I was a sailin' back ter de boat wid 'bout forty arter me, and a pleeceman wid a broomstick in his han' in de lead. Dey catch me bond the boat, but I splained, an' dey let me go, but dat wuz nuf sights feor me. "Well. sah, I was fairly lyin'. It 'minded me ob de time ole Une' Nelson beat de Yankee gunboat fer a mile straightaway." "How is that?" asked the reporter. "Well, ash, you see, endurin' de war times, dey was er heap or dese heah gunboats cruisin' roun' in de lower Chesapeake, an' dey allus wanted in formation 'bout de rebels on lan'. "Ole Unc' Nelson-he's livin' yet, I specs, but he was most' seventy then he was out fishin' but leetle more'n ow mile from de tsho' off de York river in his little black dugout. He had her tied up to a stake and was jes rollin' in de spats an' taylors when all of a sud dint a gunboat cum round' de pint be low a-lunk-a-lunk-a. Une' Nelson neb her did like de looks o' dem gunboats, an' he tho't he'd pull up stakes an' git in shore. Hit 'pear like, how somdever, dat de cap'n er de guan boat wan' some information from de ole man, and he holler for him tsr atop. Kyah, kyah, ker-hee. I don' bleeve Unc' Nelson done stop yit. He sot his. self back in dat little dugout's starn so dat her bows fairly riz out'n de watah, and he paddle fer de sho.' Kyah, kyah. "De cap'n er de gunboat he run arter him and shoot off a blank gun jes ter skyah him, but bless you soul if de ole man didn' bow his back and beat dat steamer ter de wharf, an' den he took an' jumped out an' run inter de bushes an' nobody didn't see him for a month. "Dat's me wid New York sights. I don' wan' no mo' in mine. I don' wan' dem rabble-scrabbles runnin' me like de gunboat ran Unc' Nelson. No mo', an' dems my 'pinions.-N. Y. Adver tiser. A CITY OF TOMBS. I Amoy, Where Four Million Bodies Are Buried. Amoy bears the unenviable reputa tion of being the dirtiest and most un -healthful city on the globe. The reputa Stion is thoroughly deserved. What is a Smore unpleasant fact is the promise of the present tendency of affair to a lower and worse condition. The rea sons are obvious to a newcomer at a glance. The city is built on the edge ofa mountainous island and is exarceedingly old. Inscriptions on ancient tombsrun back es far as the beginnifng of the Christian era, and coins found in 5. cidentally discovered graves date beok to dynasties fr0m b to 1000 B. C. During all this period the hillides of the city have been used as burying grounds. 'As the population increased the houses encroached upon the come Stery land, until finally the two became hopelessly intermixed. The United States eoanaulate is re garded as a very superior locality, but it is surrounded by over one hundred tombs. A score of large blocks of granite used in and about it are old tombstones. On the hill immediatel.y behind the resldence of F. Maleampo ,the graves toucneh one another at every point and form a solid white surface of rock, brick, porcelain and cement, cowr oering more than one million square feet Near the Lam-paw-de jo.s osem thir ty thousand bodies are sl to havebeen burled vertically to aove spec. They lie or stand in a plot of land of as many Isquare feet Amoy proper sad its e barbs have a livng pocpltim of about one million sad a dead me of four and s half times as many. The wells arse shallow and are smnk on the edges of the graveyards, sad eee amsng the Stombs themselves. I have sanot sen e whose water is not muddy sad d. -eol~xd by thes perpettm trafirgp o the .an.o Theityis rlleo a the pest Ith walled the same as it was inththms ofl' Comalas It has no sewm wht ever. The street. vmryf rem twoto si feet in width; no wheeled vebieleseass mse these. A .qestrlas walrl em perlenase (ret Adlealt, I tr~p,, . a aerner. &are asd thin is as open space pl sspDyon d asoaut l a 1daus**p*** Une 5.** a shaeL hw4 HOME HINTS AND HELPS. -An inexpensive and acceptable wed ling present is a glove-case, a handker- I shklef-case and a night-gown case alli made of the same material and scented with violet sachet powder.-N. Y. Trib ane. -Ham Omelet Beat half a dosen eggs separately, very light. Have ready a spider with three tablespoonfuls of hot batter, and then pour'in the eggs. Let them brown on the bottom and on top, then spread over it a cup of finely chopped ham; fold the omelet over, take up and serve immediately.-Bo- - ton Budget. -Bread and Butter Punding? Cut bread in rather thin slices, remove the crusts, lay the buttered slices in a padding dish and sprinkle currants lib erally over the bread layers. When the dish is nearly fall pour a boiled custard over it; bake fifteen to twenty minutes. Serve with sauce.-Orange Judd Farmer. -Plain Omelet: Four eggs, one table spoonful of flour, two tablespoonfuls of milk; beat two eggs and the yolks of the other two with the egg-beater until very light; sift in the flour, add the milk and a pinch of salt; then beat the whites of the other two eggs very light and add; put a small piece of butter in a smooth spider; shake the spider so that the butter greases it well; then pour in the omelet, and watch closely until it is cooked on the bottom; loosen from the spider, set in the oven on the top grate for two minutes to cook it on top; slip out on to a plate and serve. Small omelets, with only two eggs, are easy to cook, and preferred to larger ones.-N. Y. Observer. --Quaking Pudding: Break some stale bread into small pieces. Take a double stew-pan and place in it a layer of bread crumbs, then sprinkle in some raisins, then another layer of bread crumbs and more raisins, and so on un til the pudding is as large as desired. Make a custard with five eggs, one quart of sweet milk, a cup of sugar, and seasoning to suit the taste. Pour this over the bread and raisins and let stand two hours. Then place on the stove and steam one hour and a half, or until the custard hardens. When done set off to cool a little, then ran a knife around the edge between the kettle and the pudding to loosen it. Turn it out on a deep plate and you will have s pudding true to its name.-Home. UPHOLSTERING CHAIRS. some Direetlos that ay as Fread Helpful In Many a Home. To upholster chairs the cane septs of which are broken, begin by removing the superfluous bits of cane and cover the space with a matting formed of three-inch wide eanvas1 belting woven together. Tack it temporarily in place. After placing over this some coarse, strong muslin, draw both smoothe, and secure at the edge with twine, making use of the perforations Remove the tacks, turn the raw edges over toward the center, and baste all down smoothly. Arrange the curled hair, or wool, or whatever you, propose using for stuffing, and keep it in position by basting over it a piece of muslin. Then very care fully fit the rep or plush on your se lected covering, pinning it into place, then tackingdown permanently. Cover the edge galloon to match the cover, using this time tiny ornamental tacks, and tie with an upholsterer's needle in as many places as is desirable, having a button on the upper side (this button is a mold made of turned wood covered with circles of the same material used as a cover.) Turn the chair over and tack on a lining to the under side of the seat. If the back of the chair is to be repaired the lining should be neatly put on the back with fancy tacks. The writer of this has a clair of the days of that French king, Louis, whose taste we modern folks never question, but rather allow to dictate and guide us-a graceful chair whose cushion age had spoiled. i painted the framework with two coats of white enamel, then finished it with a curled hair cushion, and covered it with-well, where do you suppose that dark green brocaded silk velvet (so deftly patched from little pieees by A. . T.) ever ured? Oive it up? It was once a beautiful bodes worn at ooncerts by a friend-Mne. Julia Reve King-Ameria's first pLan Istel--Detroit Free Pram. Cweeas fer areskbMs. Almost all fmilies are fondof cereals ofsome sort for breakfast. As a wel come change from oatmeal and cracked wheat, many families will be glad to try a comparatively new article, whish is brought out under the name of farinose. It is identical with the preparation known as wheatena, but is sold at a price a little more tha half of that article. Both preparations are made at the same mills, ad coanamers of the one would not be able to dis tinguish between the two. It is very easily prepared, all that is re quired being a little boiling wsterwath salt, into which the frinae Is etied until of the proper consistency. It boils in a moment, and Is served with cream or milk. Some persnas add li tle suagar, but this does not improve it for the majority of tastea This fsr nose makes a most delialou gruel made thin with half milk and half wart; or or made somewhat thick. tha rsegular gruael and diluted with alittle arem, it lsat once a most dainty and dcesting dish for the sick, sand will be s~ when mnost other cereals mwil be r jeetsd.-N. Y. Ledger. Thes a great dlit~ s the spae of time a by in making jam Twenaty minutes is the aviage theefa ort trfuts, bat others prrto ook thekir rit half an her, or even an hoer, ad, as.the sId Ssee sereat desared: "To bal t4e tr julgment out o' it." eeoukrlra taaly destr o s the Mae o y iny rurait and In eamsm mealsse Is sad is*qiaqe. datr Ie ssue am d by t pro . lsgy Wssi okruhr tbs r~&:i~~l PERSONAL AND LITERARY. -Mrs. Mackay has again been sure prising London with her display of dia monds, and one critic said that she showed more really fine stones a' one time than could be seen in all the shop windows on Regent street, -Karl Emil Fransos, the brilliant German novelist, is middle aged, with large dark eyes, a square forehead, sparse black hair, Hebrew features and stout figure. Herr Fransos' best works are "For the Right" and "The Chief Justice." -Queen Lilluokalani of the Sand wich Islands is an earnest patron of temperance reform. She pays license fee for a coffee house opened in her capital city by the Women's Temper ance union, and has banished wines and spirituous liquors from her table and receptions. -Louis G. Brenan, the inventor of the famous $550,000 torpedo, has been created a companion of the bath by Queen Victoria. Mr. Brenan is by birth an Irishman, but spent much of his life in Austria. He was offered 8850,000 for his torpedo by Russia, but preferred to sell it to England. -According to a correspondent there is a bottle afloat somewhere that con tains an interesting manuscript. Thbi" writer says that Emperor William was so delighted with his recent exploit of harpooning a whale that he wrote with his own hand a detailed account of it, put the writing in a bottle and threw it into the sea. -The German emperor is fond of hunting, particularly of following the boar, the sport in which his forefathers excelled. The kaiser rides a white horse when he goes hunting, and sil ver spaurs jingle on the heels of his top boots. He is a good marksman, and has a record of putting three balk from a revolver in the bulls-eye of a small target fifteen paces distance. -Whitelaw Reid, editor of the New York Tribune and republicean candidate for vice-president of the United States, says in reply to a young man who asked him for a list of the best books on business: "The best single treatise is the New Testament, next to this is the Book of Proverbs of Solomon. The best business man I ever knew memor ized the entire Book of Proverbs at twenty-two." -Ex-King Milan and his youthfui soe, King Alexander of Servia, are much en evidence at their villa at Emas which reloies in the name of Petit Blyse vey fine day they dine in a small kiosk in their garden, and are happy together over their bottle of champagne. They a not aoften seen among the public, but when they do take their walks abroad they are al ways together. -Prancis J. Kelly, of Pittsburgh, has the reputation of being the tallest L newspaper man in America. Mr. Kelly is almost seven feet high. He has seen life in many varied phases, having served in the British army, squatted in Australia, and traveled twice around the world. His first experience in Amerks consisted in rmaing a locomo tive out of New York. Subsequently he acted as press agent to the Irish cricket team, and thence drifted into newspaper work. HUMOROIS. -He--"No one can understand 'what the wild waves are saying.' " She "Of course not. The ocean is so very deep "-N. Y. Herald. S--It's a sastisfaction to know that the Shatpin is not to become an instrument I of assassination. A girl can be dressed to kill without It.-Philadelphla Times. a -A contemporary lays down a num t ber of rules of action in case of one's clothin taking fire. One of them is s "to keep as cool as possible."--Tt Bits. S-"Papa, I gaess there isn't any plumbers in Heaven," said a six-year I old youngster one rainy day. "Why not, my son?" "Because the sky seems to leak so easy."--Texas Sftinea. -"How dojyou account for woman's love of ribbons, Miss Perte?" he asked. I "1 think it may be due to the faet that Sno woman who has ribbons need be without a bow."--Harpes Basr. -Labor Omnis Vinnat.-Anarehist S(to man at labor)-"I msay, my good fel low, what do you work for?" Man at Labor-Two dollars ad a half a day. Git out or 'll ire you out."-Detrolt Free Preas - omee m sp S by t dang. seem coin ote elsme so I nol Irw wearsr seepangr -Wasblar a Star. --ras was wW. ure aseIs whs She ae t aeed kasatstle me -Bard to Fid. Doam sesr bess las ts RDlrs Ta be as mos stalse the --Bt. Peter.-"Webr# a ye frce?" A rrival-"New York." St Pleter'-"O, I well, I wa't put you rnams a the reg t ister until you made up your mind Swhether yea ase gelg to b ecuteatad Sto tay."-NY. t. Herald. I -"My deam daostor," eclaimed a lady Swho was tialkr with a as who had Sbeen shlpwreekdk , "how did you est rt when you were SeatIg far away frees Sland on those boards?" '"Wet, madam," tI -pb the daaer; "very wet" I -"'My Ihsad is the dearest ad Smost esmlerats map tn the worl" S"ow does he show ir?" "Be knows n bhate tobaseeoiagose the bhoe, .'d so he goes to the clab every sight af'.. espper ad saelabs thsre."-Titt-Ita. -"Wha- t ia~. yw rying abet. , e suet an' tbsp faEle lieked me far lettieaglmm r * " a- and them Jim a' r rI ppi, I Ushall rstsh tI ala - u to i s t wnm.st i) .... be ouphema halts mileb fesw, etim -i * ·~it