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The Banner-Democrat. (Lake Providence, East Carroll Parish, La.) 1892-current, November 09, 1895, Image 1

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By sober Brown Beard, who is said to have ..Y
Of winters and summers some thirty-and
seven It
Tripped lightly Gold Tresses, of sweet seven
teen, ""
The fairest creature on this side of [leaves
"How pleasant the evening breezes that stir Ar
The rustling leaves, as the woods grow diml"
Such aimless words sptke his lips to her; I'
But his heart was muttering low to him: maa
"Oh, that the summer of life were springl con
Oh, to have foundl her long summers ago! sort
is it yet too late? Would this sweet young trot
Give the hope of her youth to-? No, ah, sheo
no!" ", ble
"Yes, pleasant it *.", when the woods grow all
dim, tim
To hear the sound of the leaves that st!?i" lite
Such trivial word.; aid her lips to him. to
But her heart was whispering low to her: lug
"Is there ever a man like the man that I see- so t
A man like the Bsyard of ages ago? anu
He thinks me childish and foolish: sh. met
Could he really care for--? No, sh, no:!" cha
Quoth his lips: "Good night, you now are S
home." b
Prayed his heart: "God love her, whose ever
she be" th
Said her lips: "Good night, you were kind tur
to come." rar
Sighed her heart: "No. he never, could never het
love m?"
-Truthb W
- ten
It was variously desigflated the r
"Turtleback," the "Turtledove," and
sometimes merely the "Dove." The old mc
salts of the island knew it only as the his
Turtleback rock, named for its decided str
resemblance to the shining brown shell of
of a monster tortoise protruding from
the water; but oa account of its charm
ing security for a tete-a-tete and for
the appreciation it met with from those
who were strong enough swimmers to es
enjoy its advantages the name which
had been given to it for its crustacean th
likeness was usually prverted into the ca
simple, melodious appellation: "Coo he
rock." Indeed, so general had this be
term become that even the Venerable at
guests of the Shawkemo house, dis- all
cnusing the tide which covered it pretty
well at the full, would call it so in all of
seriousness, possibly confusing it, men- sti
tally spelled with a K, with the various ti
Indian names with which the island
abounded, or believing it had refer in
ence, spelled with a C, to the gentle rid
lapping of the waves about it. to
It was Monday morning. Most of Ij,
the men who had come to spend Sun- t1e
day on the island had returned to be
town, three hours distant by rail; and, Rg
although the day was exquisitely clear
and beautiful and the bay rejoiced in a wi
thousand shifting blues in the sun- th
shine, the bathers were few-a half an
dozen boys at the school age turning an
back-somersaults off the float, some th
children paddling around in the wet lit
hand with their clothes tucked up be- th
hind out of the wet like cock feathers, an
and a staid matron or two near shore, in
mildly bobbing up and down incased ah
in flannel and bathers' hats. of
As Marie Trask walked down the K
fidat for her morning plunge she au
nodded to the boys, looked out over
the water, and sat down a moment on so
the edge to try its temperature. She b
flit a little lonely, a little depressed;
she swung her feet-irreproachable in
siaze in shape, and in black silk stock- b
ings-lazily in the water, and medi- re
tated. yt
She was a comely object for the wa- nt
ter to reflect; a trim, redte, girlish hi
figure in a well-fitting black bathing e1
suit, her blonde skin browned by the et
outdoor life she was leading, her eyes at
clear gray, a small nose which had a ,
tendency to be Roman, a sweet, happy n
mouth that was quick to smile and
show the white teeth that had not yet
lost their baby unevenness at the
edges, and, crowning all, her sunny
blonde hair; not so much of it, but it
crinkled and rippled over her head in a
suuc'h a fashion that no one came near
her but wanted tolay a hand on it and
r.ooth it down a bit, just to feel how
soft and silky it wasv
, lhe looked over toward the rock; it
wns quite a distance out in the little
harbor, and the tide ran rapidly there
at the turn. It was about full now,
but it would be slack water for some
time yet, and she thought she would
try it. elhe had been out there often,
but never, alone. She was a strung
swimmer for a girl, and destitute of
fear; but always before to-day there
had been someone to go with her.
She slipped off the float; the water
was perfectly clear and just cooler
than the air. With strong, quiet
strokes she started for the rock as a
goal; half-way out she grew a little
tired, floated a few minutes to rest,
and then swam on. It seemed much
further than usual; but always before
she had been diverted on the way with
manly converse, or given a friendly
hand if she were tired. At last she
reached it, pulled herself eagerly up to
the highest bulging point of the rock,
and gave a sigh of satisfaction- She
turned her back to the shore and
looked out at the hill-clasped harbor.
What a perfect day it wast She was
irritated with herself for being blue,
but how could she help it when other
people made idiots of themselves?
What a stupid thing for her not to
have looked through the book, any
vay, before she had lent it to him; but
at least she had discovered ia time
what jealous, doubting friend she
had alimot enusented to marry. She
aremT-bered every word of the letter
lshe had foand witing for her that
mornlng, It ran:
,'Dsl MA2 Whlea you loaned me Dob
S's ee ast sit, I do Se think yeo
haet hat left the tailosed verses inthe
tek. perhas I should sot have read them
Ig he should not, Iric thohtia. last
I hare s ae SO they sag that a woman's Ia
stt~at is gltk to res at the truth; a men
am that tiasc wew be lowvesra the sai
ensert Jack.' I kLMew at oue they wue rerom
Jeeb UA'erto. sa thas he muse have wIrLiam
sI oo sea whks you left the Edgroa eamp
te#en weeks se l tre weehksl It s1 -
aed m m* thitak he had the lIht tosa
a tIhip so you eekh a Ittle while ego san
.,, sad you save let me believe you loin
-I i yll leav on th g:U thls UorM
And the verses--"Dear Eyes," they
e were called:
B So mni /, ees meet mine each day
Farnest and tender, and eyes that amils T
0: dark without hope, and all the while
I think of you who have gone away.
"1 long so to look In your eyes, dear,
. Your eyes that speak to my soul until 7li
The cry of earth's loneliness grows still
As I draw you so near,-so near."
She had never known Jack could
make a rhyme till these verses had
come to her. Dear, honest Jack! how
sorry he would be if he knew all the fo1
` trouble he had brought about. Not, o
y, she could scarcely hold him responsi- on
ble for her present discomfort-it was
all her own carelessness; and the next vii
time she indulged in the exchange of
literature site would shake the volume ing
to its foundations to exorcise all lurk- sat
lung imps that might do her ill. One is so
- so apt to tuck things away in a book it
and then forget all about them. Yet, or
after all, he might have given her a wI
chance to explain. th
re She was aroused from her reverie St
or by the soft rush of waters parted by ar
tho even stroke of strong arms. Marie lo
ad turned her head shoreward; a man was w
rapidly swimming toward her. The ta
°L head looked very familiar, but he had br
written her he was going on the eight ti
ten. A few more strokes and there fa
was no doubt of his identity; she at
turned her gaze again out to sea. He ti
clambered up on the rock beside her. et
He was a superb creature, with limbs ra
bronze and shining as one of Gerome's or
Arabs Lie looked like some radiant w
de river god with a dash of water on his pl
chestnut hair, his eyes as blue as the tt
Id morning sea, and with that beauty in fI
his face that comes from conscious cc
strength and kindliness and the glory
l of youth and vigorous, overflowing life. ti
'm "Good-morning, Marie." fi
o She had not yet looked at him, but a
or she met his gaze now with a half smile.
e "I thought you were going on the a
eight ten."
ch "I started," he answered, "crossed i
an the ferry, went to the station, and s
he came back. Why did you come out ai
oo hers alone? You should have known
als better, the tide is running out now, 1I
Xle and the swim back will be a hard pull r
is- all the way." l1
y "I am quite capable of taking care a
of myself," she answered, somewhat d
o' stimly, "and if you are afraid of the S
us tide you would better go in at once." L
nd Be was aistonished to find her adopts v
er ing an injured tone; if anyone had a s
e right to be hurt, he surely was the one I
to enjoy the privilege of that position. Lt
of lie looked at her despairingly; the lit- h
in- tle curls, dried b3 the sun and wind, a
to beckoned maddingly. He forgot his l
gd, grievance for a moment t
a "When Venus came ashore on the 1
1 waves," he said, keeping his eyes on R
m- the curls, "Zephyrus blew her there, 1
and before he left her he hovered about 11
ng and kissed her until her hair, which I
no the sea had wet, was dry and shining I
ret like silk; but it always kept the crinkle c
the motion of the waves had given it, t
rs, and all true daughters of Venus have t
re, inherited that ripple of the waves ever c
'ed since. That is the story I always think a
of," he finished, seeking now her clear I
he gray eyes, "when I see your hair in the c
he sun, Marie."
rer She laughed gayly. "It seems to me I
on some one else is dipping into poetry c
,he besides poor Jack."
ed; His brow darkened. "Don't make a
in joke of it," he said; "the blood has
ek been boiling in my veins ever since I
read it. 1 don't blame Jack for loving I
you, nor for writing it to you I ought
e- not to have read it; but the thought of
ish his having his arm about you, as it
ing clearly implies, and that you have
the cared for him, perhaps care for him
yes still, has driven me almost beside my
,d a self. If you have any pity for me tell
PPy me the truth, or let me go."
mnd "You may go," she spoke coldly; "I
yet will not keep you."
the "See; we are here." he said, "nuder
Sit the free sky, with the pure clear water,
all about us, close to honest nature,
Lear and life would be so good to me if-is
ear there always to be an if?-if only I
Wnd knew the truth and that it is not what
I thought-that yon do not care for
"I am very fond indeed of Jack; and
as for the verses, I think they are
aere charming, and that any girl should be
Low, happy to inspire a man like that"
omd Darrell groaned. "You are more
frivolous than I believed, and you have
ten, not been true to either of us."
"I think I will swim in," she said.
here She slipped off the rock and struck out
for the shore. lie followed her silent
ater ly, keeping his eyes upon her, for the
er tide was making hard out to sea.
ler "Don't try and buck against the
uet tide," he called; "let it carry you
sa down. Just swim for the shore; you
waste your strength that way." He
rest, was swimming close beside her now.
f "If I needed it," she asked, "would
withyou be strong enough to tow me in?"
ndlyHe laughed grimly. "Trj me," he
she answered.
He took both her hands in his, swim
rk, ming easily on his back; to this healthy
She young giant her added weight was
and nothing. They went rushing through
the water at what seemed a terrific
rbor. ate of speed to the girl whose endur
was ance had already been taxed by the
er swimming, and the sense of security
and strength it gave her was a deli
clous relief.
t to At last they reached the float; the
;t little boys were tearing up and down
Sthe sand doing jumping "stental She
tim let go of his hands and he lifted her
Sheasily to the float. She was quite pale;
tter perhap there had been some nervous
that strain in her unusual exhaustion.
"Don't you feel well?" he asked, as
he stood beside her, taking long, deep
ho breaths after his exertion.
n e She put out a small, wet hand to
them him which he gladly took in his own
1 damp grasp. "I should never have
a gotten in alone," She said, eatehbhgher
esig breath a little, "'sq I eannote bhorrid
Sf to you any mor. That book belged
rrtWs to my Coasin Molhie, but se doe not
CP w ant to aneasnee her eagagemenat to
to sa Jack till the ftsL"--Dearests Map-
-tie taereas, of wealh Ia tWig
"On w00p..Jtwlord~n wee. P~~
The Vision and the Death of Ste- and
phen, the Mdrtyr. neveL
na ull
live Beautifrl Ihlltares-LboklIu Into Himri
)leavn-The Stonnlog of tihe Ste- the
pehs of the Present Day- that
"The Lost sheep. voice
1 - come
r erv. T. DeWitt Talmage selects the deaf.
following discourse on "Five Pictures" all
' for publication this week. It is based saved
V on the text: else.
Behold I see the heavens opened.-Acts eman
t vtii., . ye w
f Stephen had been preaching a rosa- tory,
e ing sermon, and the people could not the
*- stand it. They resolved to do as men and
a sometimes would like to doin this day, cast
t If they dared, with some plain preach- oh,
,r of righteousness-kill him. The only take
a way to silence this man was to knock of t
the breath out of him. So they rushed and
e Stephen out of the gates of the city, rags
Y and with curse, and whoop, and bel- your
e low, they brought him to the cliff, as talk:
as was the custom when they wanted to pard
6 take away life by stoning. Having that
d brought him to the edge of the cliff, I h(
It tley pushed him off. After he had same
*e fallen they came and looked down, look
ie and, seeing that he was not yet dead, my
le they began to drop stones upon him, don.
r. stone after stone. Amid this horrible pror
's rain of missiles, Stephen clambers up liim
's on his knees and folds his hands, thre
it while the blood drips from his tem- none
is ples; and then, looking up, he makes one!
le two prayers--one for himself and one the
in for his murderers. "Lord Jesus, re- Blch
15 ceive my spirit;" that was for himself. lie
7 "Lord, lay not this sin to their charge;" the
e. that was for his murderers. Then, arol
from pain and loss of blood,he swooned thrc
at away and fell asleep. Hi:
e. I want to show you to-day five pict- Su
se ures. I
Stephen gazing into Heaven. Stephen stoo
td looking at Christ. Stephen stoned. to g
ad Stephen in his dying prayer. Stephen is
at asleep. vitl
ra First, look at Stephen gazing into city
v, Heaven. Before you take a leap you pice
11 want to know where you are going to drol
land. Before you climb a ladder you met
re want to know to what point the lad- the
at der reaches. And it was right that rebl
se Stephen, within a few moments of mu]
Heaven, should be gazing into it. We of a
it- would all do well to be found in the adu
a same posture. There is enough in phe
so Heaven to keep us gazing. A man of goo
ti. large wealth may have statuary in the wil
it- hall, and paintings in thesitting room, suf
d, and works of art in all parts of toe a m
ils house, but he has the chief pictures in She
the art gallery, and there hour after dut
he hour you walk with catalogue and she
on glass and ever-increasing admiration. abt
re, Well, Heaven is the gallery where God I
ut has gathered the chief treasures of bee
ch His realm. The whole universe is His dol
ng palace. In the lower room where res
tle we stop there are many adornments; bol
it, tessellated floor of amethyst, and on sol
vo the winding clond-stairs are stretched car
or out canvas on which commingle azure, vol
nk and purple, and saffron, and gold. But tl1
ar Heaven is the gallery in which the hil
he chief glories are gathered. There are dei
the br;ghtest robes. There are the to
me richest crowns. There are the high- spi
ry eat exhilarations. St. John says of it: to
"The kings of the earth shall bring sti
a their honor and glory into it." And I
sas see the procession forming, and in the mc
0I line come all empires, and the stars ag
ug spring up into an arch for the hosts to ne;
,ht march under. They keep step to the try
of sound of earthquake and the pitch of the
it avalanche from the mountains, and no
ve the flag they bear is the flame of a mi
im consuming world, and all Heaven de
turns out with harps and trumpets do
ll and myriad-voiced acclamations of wi
angelic dominions to welcome them in, yo
., and so the kings of the earth bring th
their honor and glory into it. Do you su
wonder that good people often stand, mi
like Stephen, looking into Heaven? ne
er' We have many friends there. de
ire, There is not a man so isolated in life pe
-s but there is some one in Heaven with bh
t I whom he once shook hands. As a man te
or gets older, the number of his celestial or
acquaintances very rapidly multiplies. fu
We have not had one glimpse of them m
and since the night we kissed them good- gi
e by. and they went away; but still we Ii
stand gazing at Heaven. As when di
some of our friends go across the sea, re
ore we stand on the dock, or on the steam di
ve tug, and watch them, and after awhile a1
the hulk of the vessel disappears, and di
aid. there is only a patch of sail on the sky, h
out and soon that is gone, and they are all as
ent out of sight, and yet we stand looking 1
the in the same direction; so when our p
friends go away from us into the fu- o
the ture world we keep looking down b
you through the Narrows, and gazing and ti
you gazing se though we expected that s
e they would come out and stand on
some cloud, and give us one glimpse of 1l
onld their blissful and transfigured faces.
?" While you long to join their com-n
he panionship, and the years and the days a
go with such tedium that they break i
im- your heart, and the vipers obtain, and t
Ithysorrow, and bereavement keep gnaw- ii
was ing at your vitals, you will stand, like d
tugh Stephen, gazing into Hesven. You t
rile wonder if they have changed sincea
dr- you saw them last You wonder if a
the they would recognize your face now, I
irty so changed has it been with trouble. I
del- You wonder if, amid the myriad de- a
lights they have, they care as much a
he for youa Pa they used to when they
lown gave you a helping hand and put their c
She shoulder under your burdens. You a
) her wonder if they look any older; and
pale; sometimes in the evening-tide, when i
'ous the house is all quiet, you wonder if
you should call them by their irst
, as name if they would not answer; sad
deep perhaps sometimes you do make the
experimeant, and when no one but God a
d to and yoursealnf are there you distinotly
wn cal their names and listen, and it
have gazsla ito Beaven.
ghe Pass on now aud aee Stephen look
ia iag pa Chrbist My text says he saw
ed the iSoa of Ien at the right haad of
snot God Just how Christ looked in this
at to w.rld, jst bow He looks in Heaven,
m w esa not. oay. The palnters of the
44tet~et ares hare tried to imagine
the featPre of Christ abd pat them
M I Po u e h uit we vt have to wait
*les ttR W1* Os? owO eye we s Rlm
ia$ with t~ 95 w wivy
Him. And yet there is a way of see- There
ing Him anti hearing him now. I quies
have to tell you that unless you see and ye
- and hear Christ cn earth, you will head n
never see or hear flim in Heaven. spruce,
Look! There lie is! Behold the lug fir;
Lamb of God! Can you not see Stephe
o i im? Then pray to God to take that to
the scales off your eyes. Look What
that way-try to look that way. Ills What
voice comes down to you this day- way. j
comes down to the blindest, to the of our
e deafest soul, saying: "Look unto me, ed for
I all ye ends of the earth, and be ye I do
d saved, for I am God, and there is none body t
else." Proclamation of universal you be
is emancipation for all slaves. Tell me, tion.
ye who know most of the world's his- wrapp
- tory, what other king ever asked with e
it the abandoned, and the forlorn, fore I
n and the wretched, and the out- out wl
F, cast to come and sit beside him? for thi
- Oh, wonderful invitation! You can when
.y take it to-day. and stand at the head swers
k of the darkest alley in all this city, thong
d and say: "Come! Clothes for your tween
V. rags, salve for your sores, a throne for could
1- your eternal reigning." A Christ that there
!s talks like that, and acts like that, and Jesus
to pardons like that-do you wonder I got
ig that Stephen stood looking at Him? could
II hope to spend eternity doing the dcr.
d same thing. I must see lim; I must to cro
n, look upon that face once clouded with Then
d, my sin, but how radiant with my par- ing 11
n, don. I want to hear the voice that spirit
he pronounced my deliverance. Behold will b
'p Ilim, little children, for if you live to It ma
Is, three-score years and ten, you will see able t
n- none so fair. Behold Him, ye aged has se
es ones; for lie only can shine through be to(
ne the dimness of your failing eyesight. praye
"e- Behold Ilim, earth. Behold Him, John
If. leaven. What a moment, when all of ag
the natious of the saved shall gather his he
n, around Christ! All faces that way. All
ed thrones that way, gazing on Jesus.
Hits worth if all the nations knew We
Ct- Sure the whole earth would love Him, too. eithe
I pass on now, and look at Stephen this l
en stoned. The world has always wanted so co
d. to get rid of good men. Their very life hensi
en is an assault upon wickedness. Out that:
with Stephen through the gates of the Oh,
ito city. Down with him over the preci- swee
on pices. Let every man come up and cleve
to drop a stone upon his head. But these treat
on men did not so much kill Stephen as deset
td- they killed themselves. Every stone dying
fat rebounded upon them. While these light
of murderers were transfixed by the scorn have
Ve of all good men, Stephen lives in the ing a
he admiration of all christendom. Ste- largi
in phen stoned, but Stephen alive. So all dying
of good men must be pelted. "All who years
.he will live godly in Christ Jesus must when
in. suffer persecution." It is no eulogy of up h
,te a man to say that everybody likes him. into
in Show me any one who is doing all his Pa
ter duty to state or church, and I will one
end show you scores of men who utterly asdlc
on. abhor him. peeu
od If all the men speak well of you it is of S
of because you are either a laggard or a you
Ells dolt. If a steamer makes rapid prog- sleet
ere ress through the waves, the -water will falli
its; boil and foam all around it. Brave stree
on soldiers of Jesus Christ will hear the plac
fed carbines click. When I see a man with text
ire, voice, and money, and influence all on dese
But the right side, and some caricature so c4
the him, and some sneer at him, and some Step
are denounce him. and men who pretend His
the to be actuated by right motives eon- the
gh- spire to cripple him, to cast him out, he
Sit: to destroy him, I say: "Stephen feet
ing stoned." of si
Id 1 When I see a man in some great will
the moral or religious reform battling do
.ars against grogshops, exposing wicked- live
Sto ness in high places, by active means the
the trying to purify the church and better bori
i of the world's estate, and I find that the over
and newspapers anathematize him, and the
f a men, even good men, oppose him and the
ven denounce him, because, though he The
ets does good, he does not do it in their wel
of way, I say: "Stephen stoned." But hur
Sin, you notice, my friends, that while plei
uing they assaulted Stephen they did not wai
you succeed really in killing him. You Tin
snd, may assault a good man, but you can The
ren? not kill him. On the day of his the
death, Stephen spoke before a few to
life people in the Sanhedrim; this Sab- hin
rith bath morning he addresses all Chris- die,
man tendom. Paul the apostle stood I
atal on Mars' hill addressing a hand- his
lies. ful of philosophers who knew not so abi
hem much about science as a modern school rat
ood- girl. To-day he talks to all the mil- dyi
Swe lions of Christendom about the won- P
,hen ders of justification and the glories of his
sea, resurrection. John Wesley was howled Iel
eam down by the mob to whom he preached, twi
rhile and they threw bricks at him, and they ope
and denounced him, and they spat upon No
sky, him, and yet to-day, in all lands, he is Hn
*e all admitted to be the great father of I
king Methodism. Booth's bullet vacated the to
our presidential chair; but from that spot by
a fu- of coagulated blood on the floor in the be
town box of Ford's theater there sprang up thi
and the new life Of a nation. Stephen wi
that stoned, but Stephen alive. mc
d on Will the soul have to travel through wi
se of long deserts before it reaches the good wl
:es. land? If we should lose our pathway. Ye
om- will there be a castle at whose gate we m
days may ask the way to the city? Oh. this ne
areak mysterious spirit within us! It has th
,and two wings, but it is in a cage now. It an
naw- is locked fast to keep it; but let the Cl
like door of the carge open the least and go
You that soul is off. Eagle's wing could ha
since not catch it. The lightnings are not o
er if swift enough to come up with it. a
now, When the soul leavesthe body it takes d
foie. ffty worlds at a bound. And have I no ga
d de- anixiety about it? Have you no anxiety ,i
much about it? me
they Pass on now, and see Stephen in his c
their dying prayer. His first thought was
You not how the stones hurt his head, nor de
and what would become of his body. Iia in
when Afrst thought was about his spirit.
r if "Lord Jesus receive my spirit." The
first murderer standing on the trap door,
sad the black cap being drawn over his
e the had before the executlon, may grim
It Godsee about the future, but you and I
lotly have no shame in confesing aome
t sit anxiety about where we are golng to
come out. You are not all body.
lok- There is within you a soul I see it ]
a saw gleam from your eyes to-day, a0dI
ad of I see it iradlating your eoanto- u
a this nne. Somasetimes I am abashed di
sven, beforea audience, not becanse I enme II
of the nader your phystal eypight, bat be- 8
sagin. case I ralize the trasth that I stand
them before so aw immortal spirits. The
Swit probalty Is that your e"dy will at
eat. t. .st tb m . lek o m n s t th e h
) wa su.metwre thiessn'pt, $bteste
There is no doubt but that your obso- PE
quies will be decent and respectful,
e and you will be able to pillow your
II head under the maple, or the Norway
spruce, or the cypress, or the blossom- rco '
e ing fir; but this spirit about which "
e Stephen prayed, what direction will tom
e that take? What guide will escort it? plor
Ik What gate will open to receive ititratio
is What cloud will be cleft for its path Arts
- way. After it has got beyond the light lowsl
e of our sun, will there be torches light- -k
e, ed for it the rest of the way? a hb
e I do not care what you do with my ago
ie body when my soul is gone, or whether ning
il you believe in cremation or inhuma- The
e, tion. I shall sleep just as well in a his I
s- wrapping of sackcloth as insatin lined third
d with eagle's down. But my soul-be- abou
a, fore I close this discourse I will And erati
t- out where it will land. Thank God head
?7 for the intimation of my text. thba -
in when we die Jesus takes us. That am odisi
td swers all questions for me. What Vert
y, though there were massive bars be- tend
ar tween helre and the city of light. Jesus at ti
or could remove them. What though year
at there weregreat Saharas of darkness, mini
Id Jesus could illume them. What though to I
er I got weary on the way. Christ sire
n? could lift me on His omnipotent shoal- send
is der. What though there were chasms
st to cross, Ilis hand could transport me. Tar
th Then let Stephen's prayer be my dy- who
ir- lig litany: "Lord, Jesus, receive my is in
at spirit." It may be in that hour we gray
Id will be too feeble to say a long prayer. Frai
to It may be in that hour we will not be rare
ee able to say the "Lord's Prayer," for it offe
ed has seven petitions. Perhaps we may side
h be too feeble even to say the infant BuEat
it. prayer our mothers taught us, which glas
m, John Quincy Adams, seventy yearn of
all of age, said every night when he put ten
er his head upon his pillow: sub
ill Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
We may be too feeble to employ :im
either of the these familiar forms; but caps
en this prayer of Stephen is so short, is tut
ed so concise, is so earnest, is so compre
ife hensive, we surely will be able to say
ant that: "Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." is 1
he Oh, if that prayer is answered, how ord
ci- sweet it will be to diet This world is naj
nd clever enough to us. Perhaps it has -
tse treated us a great deal better than we is
as deserved to be treated; but if on the Ste
one dying pillow their shall break the and
ese light of that better world, we shall lin
'rn have no more regret than about leav- wit
Lhe ing a small, dark, damp house for one wil
te- large, beautiful, and capacious. That strt
all dying minister in Philadelphia, some wil
rho years ago, beautifully depicted it wea
nst when, in the last moment, he threw spi
of up his hands and cried out: "I move twL
im. into the lightl" net
his Pass on, now, and I will show you -
vill one more picture, and that is Stephen pal
rly asleep. With a pathos of simplicity yet
peculiar to the Scriptures, the textsays -0o
t is of Stephen: "Hle fell asleep." "Oh." ly
r a you say, "what a place that was to Is
'ox- sleep!" A hard rock under him, stones Sp
vill falling down upon him, the blood it
ave streaming, the mob howling. What a In
the place it was to sleepl" And yet my bu
;ith text takes that symbol of slumber to pn
on describe his departure, so sweet was it, p
are so contented was it, so peaceful was it. all
me Stephen had lived a very laboriouslife. at
end His chief work had been to care for of
:on- the poor. How many loaves of bread gl
at, he had distributed, how many bare
hen feet he had sandaled, how many cots
of sickness and distress be had blessed
reat with ministries of kindness and lore, I
ling do not know; yet from the way he he
ked- lived, and the way be preached, and m;
sans the way he died. I know he was a la- st
ttcr borious Christian. But that is all
the over now. He has pressed the cup to fr
and the last fainting lip, lie has taken th
and the last insult from his enemies. or
t he The last stone to whose crushing Ti
heir weight he is susceptible has been
But hurled. Stephen is dead. The disci- w
phile ples come! They take him up! They SI
not wash away the blood from the wounds. g
You Ttey straighten out the bruised limbs.
Ican They brush back the tangled hair from
his the brow, and then they pass around
few to look upon the calm countenance of
Sab- him who had lived for the poor and b
hris- died for the truth. Stephen asleep! el
tood I saw such an one. He fought all
and- his days against poverty and against
at so abuse. They traduced his name. They
hool rattled at the door-knob while he was it
mil- dying with duns for debts he could not
won- pay; yet the peace of God brooded over
es of his pillow, and while the world faded,
wled Hleaven dawned, and the deepening
:hed, twilight of earth's night was only the
they opening twilight of Heaven's morn. P
upon Not a sigh. Not a tear. Not a struggle.
heis . Hnh! Stephen asleep. d
r of I have not the faculty as many have
d the to tell the weather. I can never tell
spot by the setting sun whether there will
Sthe be a dronght or not. I can not tell by '
ig up the blowing of the Whid whether it
phen will be fair weather or foul on the t
morrow. But I can prophesy, and t C
ough will prophesy what weather it will be
good when you, the Christian, come to die. a
way. You may have It very rough now. It -
te we may be this week one annoyance, the a
this next another annoyance. It may be -
t has this year one bereavement the next
v. It another bereavement But at the last 1
t the Christ will come in and darkness will
L andgo out. And though there may be no]
could hand close to your eyes, and no breast i
e not on which to rest your dying head,
*h it and no candle to lift the night, the
takes odors of God's hanging garden will re
a Ino gale your soul, and at your bedside
lety will halt the chariot of the king. No
more rents to pay, no more agony be- ,
n his cause flour has gone up, no morae strg
It was gle with "the world, the fleer and the
1, nor devil;" but peace-long, deep. everlaste
Slus g peace. Stephen asleep!
spirit. Asleep in Jeus, blesamed slep,
The From whoeb aoe can ever wake te sgep;
door, A calm sad undisturbed repene,
r his Uainured by tl last o ~ les.
grim- Aseep int Jesus, far from she
and I Trh yindre ad their sraraves m be;
some But therelts stll a bmi p
From uhic noe ever wabe to wee i
body. You hav seen enogh for eoe day.
see it No one ean suesesrtar esalae moret
, sad than brve pletures~ in a da. TBmQtoe
'ato- we stop, having seen tbrts elustr a
ahed divine RBaphsels-Btepbea gaunt itnte
[c'm Heaven; Stepthen lookLtg at Christ;
mt be- Stephen stoned; s ntea i hapaer
stand Stephen asleep
-l as -The ma who Is treet.eGd fwt
oftha haves ...t.h test '.gsle salat
I rorts il* will law Ch
- Free people, remember this dmen.l:
We may acquire liberty, but it is aevet
recovered if it is once lost.-lRomma
-Rev. William C. Winslow, of DB i
ton. vice-president of the Egypt e ai
ploration fund. bas received the deco
ration of the Society of Senle a Pnd
Arts of Great Britain for honorary te-i a
lowship. Os.
-F. A. Brockhaus entered business reat
a hundred years ago and ninety years
ago became a book publisher, begia- ees
ning with the Conversations-Lexieon. hai
The firm has consisted of members of
his family alone ever since, and the in wl
third generation of klrockhaus is It
about to retire leaving the fourth gen- tio
t eration. Albert and Rudolf, at the daW
t head of the house,now in Leipzsig. true
S--Rev. Dr. L L. Townsend, tbel'eth- ever
Sodist divine and pastor of the Moant Ever
Vernon Place church in Baltimore bh a do
tendered his resignation to take effect them
B at the end of the present conference duty
1 year. Mr. Townsend will leave the eomf
ministry entirely and devote his time Inov
1 to literary work, as has been his de- pow,
sire for some time past. Mr. Town- bretl
send went to Baltimore from Boston. lie.
--The coming man in Turkey is wile
Turchan Pasha. the foreign minister, simp
who has had a remarkable career and teasg
P is in high favor with sultan and the fails
° grand vizier. Hle was educated in life I
SFrance, and his wife is one of Turkey's certe
Srare "new women." At her hnsband's itt
t official receptions she stands by his spec]
F side unveiled, dressed in the latest fnl i
t European styles and wearing eye- regu
a glasses. dad
-Geronimo has been in confinement wor
ten years, and his warlike spirit, if not prny
subdued, is very carefully concealed. over
During his captivity he has eosmoed tow
i'imself with dealing out justice, in the mea
it capacity of police magistrate, to his who
tribe. Meantime his captor, Gen. Miles, ele
has been talked of for chief magistrate fore
Gen. Miles is fifty-six years old, and it of a
is thirty years since he broke the rec- gre
ord in military honors by becoming a mid;
is major-general at twenty-sin. as
s -B. W. Yeats, the young Irish poet, not
,e is mentioned as reminding one of yoG
Se Stevenson. ile wears a scarlet sash
te and a sombrero in the streets of Dab- he
11 lin and has "'a tall, willowy frame, 04
v- with the tint in blis cheeks of the tio
te wild olive." And if you stop in the the
st street this mixture of the olive and the o*1
se willow with a question as to the ouc
it weather-behold! he will "dreamily t
w spin you a fable out of the Celtic Od
re twilight or reel oft a sad-toned son- p
r, -William Watson's new and com
En paratively long poem, which has not she
ty yet reached us, but notices of which
ys -opear in the English papers, is high- A
I," ly praised by the Spectator. The poem bee
to is entitled "Hymn to the Ses." The a a
tes Spectator says: "'There is not a line in
od it which is not a great line. * * * ha'
a In this noble poem, mistermedahymn, the
ny but all the more wonderful, for the f
to purely imaginative character of its til
It, splendor, we ate greatly mistaken If
it. all competent critics will not recognisze dr
fe. at last that we have among us another lot
for of the really greatest masters of En- Al
gad glish song."
Led - pr
, I --Charley-"What makes the old eat
he howl so?" Walter-"I guess you'd we
bud make a noise if you was full of fddle
Ia- strings inside."-N. Y. Herald. At
all -"Mamma, where do eggs come Ti
Sto from?" "Chickens, my dear." "Well,
rea that's funny. Papa asys that chick. ph
les ens come from eggs. "-Harper's Round we
ing Table lo
een -"What is young Fiddleberry
scI- worth?" "Well, before he inherited lit
ecy $1,000,000 from a great uncle he was
Ids getting f8 a week."--Cincinnati Ea
Lba quirer.
*om -Alphonse - "You never hear of
wnd women ashiers running off with their
nof employers' money." Henri-"Not often; so
snd but when it does happen they take the to
all employer too. "-llustrated Bits.
l -Teacher-'"Tommy Figg, you may
parse the sentence 'He stood six feet
two in his stockings'" Tommy-"Bnt
a it ain't finished. Sthouldn't'two in his
ot stockings' be in pareathees?"--Idl
r anapolts Journal.
-Great Showing. - "When I first
took hold of this place," said the new B
n proprietor of the grocery store on the
g corner, "it was doing absolutely noth
ling, and now the business has
doubled."-Chicago Tribnne.
tell -"Well, what do you wAnt, sonny'"
ill asked the grocer. "I 'most forget
by what mamma sent me for," replied the
erit perplexed little boy on the outside of
the the counter, "but I think it's a can of W
ad j condemned milk."-Chicago Tribune.
1 be --Proof Posltive-Percy-"D''o't two
die. negatives make an affirmative?" Papa
It -"Yes, Percy." Percy-"T-'hen I'm fl
the awful smart" Papa-"Why?" Perecy
be -"Beeause the teacher says I'm a
next 'know-nothing.'" - Harper's Round C
last Table. I
will -Joke on Her-"What are you
a no laughing at?" asked the hold-up, as
hesst he rifled the man's clothest "Ha ha! !
ead,I was thinking what a surprise my
,the wife will get when 1he goes through
.1 re- my clothes to-night," aid the mused
aide victim.-Detrcoit Fre Pres.
No -Hard Times, Iaded,-"Manma, I
Sbe- think it's awful tfnny about Jimmis
1m- Watts." "What is?" "You know he
I the can beat any of us boys swimming."
'lat "Yes?" "Well, he dan't brag abt t
it at home, 'sese his dady'd lick 'i s
for goin'."-Chieago beord.
" -w~aiter (to party from the contry,
fast seted)-"Eere's the bil offE , Ii,
sir." Gentlemas (froa the ral dise
tries)-"Now, look here If yoe thLk
PIm goig to pay sayu bill of Mai tM)
I've had somsethin' to oak yu'Ib' 10
in' yourse Fetach o yar vtilse
ry. Ar.' ---Tit, it
--At the rt5 Re fads MlQ s-
e r "Got any mail for ase' "Nes.** t5
r into *Noost" "Thata
I ltters this h~·~\;
twbIll f:Ith hItke U 4~
iM.ees'.W si Va4S4WW
" The aids fl i( W
Ther sen as  .e.e
the miery , me pIop
pulhed their easor. de+l:
pie gamble away bther Mhee Pia
fruitless sand wiked w elrte t re
asa who handles theb. geiu
One woman imagias- tlt sh
Sgreet ability is art -ovd aeh e
her family to makse .mee m
Sees for her beasu, when shie
have earned the moesy hwa kr be
Sart. eduestion n esme pr pr l :
in which she s wrealy
It may e thet after yee[ *
tion she becomes ely* I4ia
e dabster. If she hens the he. d::
true genius she will -.0Cq .
t every obstacle sad Mia.ly 0
it Everyone la the world he ai. lb~
' a duty God-givesn wiseh siar b*'aS
!t them and which Istheir bSM6U*)'i*"
a duty of the wife to keep
le comfortable home, of the *aNsbd4
e provide liberally and to the best
* power for his family, of the sai it s
- brother to Sir their parts 1l tbha
L life. Any scheme, however $ttgt
is which come. in the way ,;o.f i
r, simplest yet paramorAt duiss , i
Id tewptation of Saten. Aiy ,V'
le fails in his irst duty samd destibb
n life to greet iaventions whisk bsts .r
's certain return, however attrs4ti*
's flattering in theanelvss * fftP'*
is species of gambling not lose
at fl in its fnal results tlh a tbat 61 U
e- regular geabler. There - hb*u'
dreds of suessful liavet e ,: s. 1 '
at world who never laid salie b'
ot practical, everyday work to dca
d. over unoertainties, bat who m
ad to work out their tavetleo5atets '
e ments. There are bndr.ds of ut
it who have earned their b8ied 1S
a, clerk's desk sad-In various wa ib
e. fore they Aially achieved the 1 1l
it of authorship John M eChell hthis
c. great actor, read Shakespeate by the .
a midnight oil daring tbh time that he
was workiag In the eoel al,. N -PI
Snot speed his time i2ke
ot youthL losing about the er
sh was prepared in a largy'degrebiw
b. he came to the oity. bt haddsi of we.
e. otal men end women might be Wen
he tioned who have earned thelrl*Ilht by
he the moat uncongenial labor, wkil at
he leisure moments they weae working
he out careers in more cosgenal oesapIs
iy tions; and .tis is the only bhoneatS W
tic of doing If one is not possessYed itbe
n-. purse of Fortunats.-lN. Y. TriHeasn
lot she lferms the ieslie e rase e$1e15
ich PsaieSS EeWmt
Rh- A handsome young woman with a
em beautiful little girl of fear years ,pt ia
rhe a crowded Market street ear.
•in "You've got on mamma's dress
* haven't you, Aunt Alie? remerked
an, the child.
the Aunt Allee flushed and ealet aiell
its tion to a balloon man on the corner.
n It "Yes. the last timemiasmmawot that
isre dress dowutown she bought mas ba'
her loon. Will you by me one, Amt
En- Allct?"
'Yes, if you'oall be good."
'"Oh, I'l bqe good. Dpo you like mstm
ma's haet Ibt meklee you look awfUlly
pretty, Aunt Allos."
cat '"There, be a good girl O S at
sa'd woman out there With a little girt "
idle There was a period of silesnce
Aunt Alice breathed a sig.h f reistl
ome Then the child Inquired:
Tel, "Did mamma say you couid werher
ick. pin, Aunt Alice? Sbe wouldn't l5o i
und wear it, 'ause she was afraid I would
lose it."
erry "Yes, of corme. Do be qMiet dt.
,ited ie."
was "WiU you buy me a balloos thea?" '
En- "Yes."
*'And I can carry it?"
r of "Yes
,heir "All right, then take maemma's pars.
i soL I don't want to matry It any
the longer, 'cause I conidn't earry it and
the balloon, too. lasen't you gotay
best dress of your own, Aunt Alies?
of Aunt Alice yanked the little outt out
t of the car by tae ari and the hebases
isare that she got so bsloon.-Atlata
di- Constitution.
whr some srnae l'L a.
irst Friend -Bow's business now,ld bhe?
new Bad as evert
athe Manutacturer-N-o; doing hetter
oth- than we were.
has 'Glad to hear that. Yea told ,
some weeks ago, that yogar mial were
uy"' running at a Ioes."
arget "No less now;: not a eeat"
Sthe 'Prices gone upS?"
de of "No. Mlen are on a strikLe."-N. T.
W of Weekly.
t two The eepmew Meme
Papa Spalnsh Oficer - OA thqre lta the
I'm front, men! M]ake way sad let your
Perey oflers lead yoa-
'm a BLbordinte-Bat.C·etSl, why this
cud headlong shrgerte- There's no insur
gents in front at m
o "Forward. for the glory of Splet
p, as They are behind tas'-Clevelsna11la1
, bra! er.
e my Aftem the asel.
rough 'I have only one requamet to make.
BaI*C sir," said the saptl*e SplsIeh oem
mender, after surrnderig hifmeres
s I to the Cuban insmurgemts
"Iie "What is it?"
ow he "L edt me med a eblegram to Iadrkid
sing." snnouneoigtht I hrveo woea te
about and decisive vietory." - PUtabr
s 'im chr'ouiole-Tdlrea '
asntry -Veugusa-"Whiso tis r
I fare, looking man who is alwaysi l
al dis- tb trate eat degate hInglse
thtnk she drWausW. "'es t.ei
ire till knows all abtow ~ LI
I esol* trouble tbe the
• - " 'L. vby4ul ',
"b the e
litwo afl II
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