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BOLIVAR, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 21,v1902.
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Capt. Sir Edward Chichester, whc
commanded the British squadron at
Manila during1 the Spanish-American
war, has been mad an admiral.
The Tribuna announces that the
members of tlie American colony in
Home have decided to present statues
of Long-fellow and Hawthorne to that
The American colony in Berlin
turned out, on the night of the 14th,
in large numbers, to attend a min
strel show given by 40 American mu
sical students for Ihe benefit of the
A census of the unemployed in Ber
lin, taken on the 2:1, indicates that,
so far as the count has proceeded,
there are 7."5,O0O persons totally with
out employment and about 40,000
(!en. Egbert Brown, who was in
command of the Union troops . at
Brazos, Tex., in the last battle of the
civil war, fought after peace had
been declared, died, on the 11th, at
Westplains. Mo., aged 5 years.
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The navy department received a
cablegram from Bear-Admiral Bodg
ers, at C'avite. on the 13th. announcing
that Sergeant B. McSwiney, of the
marine corps, was killed in action at
Balangign. Sainar, on the Td inst.
An agreement has been reached by
which the likin, or provincial duties,
now collected by the provisional gov
ernment in China, will, on the disso
lution , of that oulhority, revert to
the control of the foreiern customs.
Washington Gill, for many years
engineer of Biehmond, "'a., and latei
superintendent of construction of the
bridge across the Missouri river at
St. Charles. Mo., died at his home
in Kansas City. Mo., aged S3 years.
An increase of the salary of the
minister to Persia from $5,000 to
$7,000 has been recommended by the
enate committee on foreign rela
tions. The post is said to be one
tf the most expensive in the dijlo
The Kingston (Jamaica) Daily Tel
egraph gives prominence to a report,
circulating in ollicial circles there,
that an American syndicate i.s mak
ing tentative inquiry with the view
of acquiring control of the Jamaica
Thirty-Two Japanese laborers, im
ported from Wyoming and California
by the Victor Fuel Co., to work in
the Chanler coal mine at Coal
Creek, Col., arrived there on the 11th.
All the miners employed there went
on strike as a protest against the
action of the company.
Z. T. Briggs, cashier of the Nebras
ka State Hank of West Point, Neb.,
died on a Burlington train near Mc
Cook, on the 11th. Briggs was identi
fied with state politics for years and
was a man of considerable wealth.
He was on his way to Boulder, Col.,
for the benefit of his health.
Commissioner of Indian Affairs
Jones has given formal notice that
the new leases of the 480,000 acres of
Kiowa Indian lands in Oklahoma,
bordering on Texas, will take effect
April 1, as originally proposed. An
effort had been made to have the
date postponed some months.
King IM ward and Queen Alexandra,
Prince and Princess Charles of Den
mark and Princess Victoria occupied
a box. on the night of the 14th. at
the performance of "Arizona' at the
Adelphi theater, London. King Ed
ward expressed himself as greatly
pleased with the performance.
The Berlin foreign otlice, on the
13th. pronounced incorrect the state
ment cabled thence that Germany is
on the point of presenting an ulti
matum to Venezuela. On the con-trai-y,
the outlook is improving, and
a friendly settlement of the ques
tions in dispute is most probable.
At a meeting of the Morconi wire
less Telegraph Co., in London, on the
12th. it was announced that the di
rectors of the company had insured
he life of Mr. Marconi for 150,000.
It was also reported that the Lloyds
had exclusively adopted Ihe Marconi
system in connect it n with their sig
At Detroit, on the 10th, Cashier
Frank C. Andrews was placed under
arrest on a warrant charging him
with taking over a million dollars
from the City savings bank without
the authorization of the directors.
He was arrested in the office of the
Detroit Trust Co.. arraigned and re
leased on $10,000 bail.
Judgment bv default for $-'0,000
against Prince Euiwha, the second
son of the king of Corea. was entered
by Chief Justice Bingham, in the
circuit court for the District of Co
lumbia, on the 14th. The plaintiffs
are Wolff Bros. & Co., of New York
city and Philadelphia, who sued on a
promissory note made by the prince.
The industrial council of Vienna
resolved, after a long debate, on the
12th, to postpone a decision on the
reports of the various committees
appointed to consider the best means
of meeting American competition un
til European con mercial politics
crystaliie sulacienti ; to indicate the
most effective method foi meeting
Beports from Willemstad, Island
of Curacoa, on the 13th, said: '"It is
reported here that the Venezuelan
insurgents who had concentrated on
Colombian soil have crossed (lie
frontier of Tachira and arc moii.-r
on San Cristobal.
To The Shade o Washington
By RICHARD ALSOP.
From "A Poem ; Sacred to the Memory of George Washington, Late
President," etc., written in the year 1800.
XALTED Chief In, thy superior
What vast resources, what vari
ous talents Joined!
Tempered with social virtue's milder rays,
There patriot worth diffused a purer blaze;
Formed to command respect, esteem In
spire, Midst statesmen grrave, or midst the social
With equal skill the sword or pen to wield,
In council great, unequaled in the field.
Mid glittering courts, or rural walks to
Polite with grandeur, dignified with ease;
Before the splendors- of thy high renown .
How fade the glowworm lusters of a crown,
How sink diminished in that radiance lost
The glare of conquest, and of power the
Let Greece her Alexander's deeds proclaim.
Or Caesar's triumphs gild the Roman name,
Stripped of the dazzling glare around them
Bhrlnks at their crime humanity aghast;
With equal claim to honor's glorious meed
See Attila his course o havoc lead!
O'er Asia realms, in one vast ruin hurled,
Bee furious Zingis' bloody flag unfurled.
On base far different from the conqueror"!
Rests the unsulllied column of thy fame;
His on the woes of millions proudly based,
With blood cemented and with tears- de
faced; Thine on a nation's welfare fixed sublime,
By freedom strengthened and revered by
He, as the Comet, whose portentous light
Spread baleful splendor o'er the glooms
With chill amazement fills the startled
While storms and earthquake dire Its
And Nature trembles, lest in chaos hurled.
Should sink the tottering fabric of the
Thou, like the Sun, whose kind propitious
Ooes the glad morn and lights the fields of
Dispels the wintry storm, the chilling rain.
With- rich abundance clothes the smiling
Gives all creation to rejoice around.
And life and light extends o'er nature's
LIZABETII came down the walk
with hands folded complacently
and shining eves fixed on the
hem of her frock. She walked se
dately, because her sense of dignity
forbade skipping for joy, as her feel
ings inclined. No wonder delight pos
sessed her. For the first time, in the
two years since father had gone to the
war, she wore a gown and cloak and
hood without a patch, to say nothing
of stout new shoes and warm home
Mrs. Noble, the captain's wife, had
noted with kindly eyes that hard for-
"NOT SO FAST, LITTLE MISTRESS.
tune had assailed the absent soldier's
little family. Her latest bounty had
been to invite Elizabeth to the house,
whence she issued clad in a complete
outfit of little Miss Elenor's garments.
. Elizabeth's heart was full of grateful
"I do so desire to serve Mrs. Noble,"
she said, softly. Then her mind -went
back to a strange thing that occurred.
While Mrs. Noble was fitting the gar
ments on her they had heard the
voices of two men in an adjoining
room. The lady -went quickly to tie
door and the voices became silent.
Who could they be? Capt. Noble was
with Washington; it could not be he.
And yet rumor spoke of the daringand
6kill of the captain in venturing into
this very city, British possessed as it
was, and gathering valuable informa
tion for his beloved general.
But Elizabeth's attention was at
tracted t this moment by a man who
seemed to be following her. She was
a brave, quick-witted child, but her
heart beat faster as she perceived that
the man was in British uniform. They
Though shone thy life a model bright of
Not less the example bright thy death por
trays. When, plunged in deepest woe, around thy
Each eye was fixed, despairing sunk each
While Nature struggled with severest
And scarce could life's last lingering pow
In that 'dread moment, awfully serene.
No trace of suffering marked thy placid
No groan, no murmuring plaint, escaped
No lowering shadows on thy brows were
But calm in Christian hope, undamped
Thou sawest the high reward of virtue
On that bright meed In surest trust re
posed. As thy lirm hand thine eyes expiring1
Pleased, to the will of Heaven resigned thy
And smiled as Nature's struggles closed
A STORYf 0RVA S HI N Cr0NS?5l RTH DAY
- 2eli Margaret Walter
were approaching a lonely part of the
waj and Elizabeth walked faster; the
man kept close behind her. She start
ed to run, but before she had gone far
his hand was on her shoulder.
"Not so fast, little mistress. You
must walk with me now, and I will take
your hand, to make sure of you. Do
not fear. You will not be harmed if
j-ou are a good child."
Nothing more was said, and a little
farther down the street he led her into
a house. There were three men in
British uniform in the room thej en
tered. They whispered together a few
YOU MUST WALK WITH ME NOW."
minutes and then the oldest one, a
kindly looking man, said: -
"Where is your father, child?"
-i'With Washington, sir," came Eliz
abeth's answer promptly.
"Ah, yes! But when did he visit you
last?" said the soldier.
"Never oince he went away, sir."
The men whispered together again.
One of them seemed angrj-.
"I. tell you the little rebel is lying,"
he said, fiercely.
"Nay; but perhaps the captain's
shre'wd wife does not let the child know
when he comes home," said another.
Then Elizabeth understood instant
ly why she had been brought here. She
had code from Mrs-. Noble's house and
was dressed in little Miss Elenor's
clothes. The men had taken her for
Miss Elenor and were tryiDg to find
out about Capt. Noble. In her loyal
heart she resolved never, never to be
tray her friends, not even if the sol
diers killed her for her silence. If
s-he.ppoke at all sie must tell the
truth, for she had been taught that a
lie was so terrible a thing that no re
spectable person would lell cm sdl
"Tell us how your father looks," said
one of the men.
"He is taller than you and far more
comely," said Elizabeth, promptly.
"He has blue eyes and brown, curling
hair and a mustache."
"I believe the child lies-," cried the
suspicious one again. "I have been
told that the captain is dark."
"Sir," cried Elizabeth, "I would not
tell a lie to save my life, nor for anything-
in the world."
"You are over-suspicious, Dale,"
said the elder man. "These little reb
els are strictly brought up and regard
truth as a jewel. Here, child, will you
affirm, as God is hearing j-ou, that you
will tell only the truth?"
"I will," said Elizabeth, pal and
"At what time did your mother 6end
you to bed. last night?"
"Very early, sir; before eight
"Did you hear anjlhing you
were in bed?"
"What was it?"
"I was awakened by hearing some
one ride up to the door."
"Did your mother talk to the per
son?" "Yes, sir."
"Did the voice sound like your
"No, sir. now could it be my father?
He is with Washington"
"Did the person come in?"
"Are you quite sure?"
"Yes, sir. I heard him ride away
"The slippery rebel has escaped us
again," muttered one of the men.
"Who do you suppose this person
was?" the questioner went on.
"I think it was Peter, the fish man,"
said Elizabeth; "he often stops on his
way home to sell mother some fish."
One of the men laughed at this, and
one muttered an oath. After confer
ring together for a moment they pre
pared to go out
"We will go straight to Squire Thorn
ton's," said one; "if he left home last
night he is almost sure to,be there."
"Please may I go, sirs?" said Eliza
beth. "No," said one, "you must remain
here till we return," and they went
out, locking the door after them.
Poor Elizabeth sat theTe for some
time fearing to move, but when the
diusk began to deepen, she resolved to
try to escape. This was no hard task
to the active child, for the windows
were unbarred and she soon climbed to
the ground. Without pausing, she ran
to Mrs. Noble's house. The lady her
self came to the door.
"Dear Mrs. Noble," Elizabeth gasped,
"I don't know whether the captain is
here or not, but if he is don't let him
go to Squire Thornton's to-night, be
cause the British soldiers are ging
there to look for him."
Mrs. Noble drew her in the house and
soon heard the whole story. She left
the iroom quickly and. when she re
turned she folded Elizabeth in her
arms and said: "Heaven bless thee,
my child." Then in a moment she
added: "But you must go home now.
Your mother will surely be anxious
Black Pampey, a faithful house serv
ant, was sent as an escort this time, and
Elizabeth reached home in safety.
They found' the mother greatly con
cerned over her daughter's long ab
sence, but when she had told the story
of her experience, the mother voiced
her thankfulness, and praised Eliza
beth for her tact and for her firmnessi
in telling naught but the whole truth.
From that dav on Mrs. Noble was
Elizabeth's firm friend, and the little
girl's name at the big house was "The
other Miss Elenor." Ladies' World
Waahingrton on Pnrtlaanabip.
There is an opinion in free coun
tries that parties are useful checks
npon the administration of the gov
ernment and serve to keep alive the
spirit of liberty. This, within cer
tain bounds, probably is true, and in
governments of a monarchial cast
patriotism may look with indulgence.
if not with favor, upon the spirit of
party. But in those of. popular char
acter in governments purely elect
ive it is a spirit not to be encour
aged. From their natural tendency
it is certain there will always be
enough of this spirit for every salu
tary purpose. And there being con
sistent danger of excess the effort
ought to be by force of public opin
ion to mitigate and assuage it.
Washington, in His Farewell Address.
HE HAD TRIED IT.
Billy Oh, say, lets go. up der and
chop dat tree down. And when pap
wants ter know who de guy was dat
did it, I'll say 'twas me, pap; den
p'raps de ole man will gib me a dime
for not lyin to im.
Jimmy Naw, yer don't git me intei
dat little game. I tried it on dad laat
year, and I never got'sich a lidltia' Ir
THE GLORY OF GOD.
Each One Should Work Faithfully
in His Appointed Place.
Dr. Talmage Proclaim the Impor
tance of Rellfflon In the Ordi
nary Affairs of Life God'i
Copyright, 1902, by Louis Klopsch, N. Y.I
In this discourse Dr. Talmage ad
vises us to do our best in the spheres
where we are placed and not to wait
to serve God in resounding position;
text, 1 Corinthians10:31: "Whether,
therefore, ye eat or drink or whatso
ever ye do, do all to the glory of
When the apostle in this text sets
forth the idea that so common an ac
tion as the taking of food and drink
is to be conducted to the glory of
God, he proclaims the importance of
religion in the ordinary affairs of our
life. In all ages of the world there
has been a tendency to set apart cer
tain daj's, places and occasions for
worship, and to think those were the
chief realms in which religion was to
act. Now, holy days and holy places
have their importance. They give op
portunity, for special performance of
Christian duty and for regaling the
religious appetite, but they cannot
take the place of continuous exercise
of faith and prayer. In other words
a man cannot be so much, of a Chris
tian on Sunday that he can afford to
be a worldling all the rest of the
week. If a steamer put out for
Southampton and goes one day in
that direction and the other six daj's
in other directions, how long before
the steamer will get to Southampton?
It will never get there. And though
a man maj' seem to be voyaging
Heavenward during the holy Sabbath
day, if during the following six days
of the week he is going toward the
world and toward the flesh and to
ward the devil how long will it take
him to reach the peaceful harbor of
Heaven? You cannot eat so much at
the Sabbath banquet that you can af
fod religious abstinence the other
six days. Heroism and princely be
havior on great occasions are no
apology for lack of right demeanor
in circumstances insignificant and in
conspicuous. The genuine Christian
life is not spasmodic; does not go by
fits and starts. It toils on through
heat and cold, up steep mountains
and along dangerous declivities, its
eye on the everlasting hills crowned
with the castles of the blessed. I
propose to plead for. an everyday re
ligion. In the first place we want to bring
the religion of Christ into our con
versation. When a dam breaks and
two or three villages are over
whelmed or an earthquake in South
America swallows a whole city, then
people begin to talk about the uncer
tainty of life, and they imagine that
they are engaged in positively reli
gious conversation. No. You may
talk about these things and have no
grace of God at all in your heart. We
ought everj' day to be talking reli
gion. If there is anything glad about
it, anything beautiful about it, any
thing important about it, we ought
to be? continuously discussing. I
have noticed that men just in propor
tion as their Christian experience is
shallow, talk about funerals and
graveyards and tombstones and
deathbeds. The real, genuine Chris
tian man talks chiefly about this life
and the great eternity beyond and
not so much about the insignificant
pass between these two residences.
And jet how few circles there are
where the religion of Jesus Christ is
welcome. Go into a circle even of
Christian people, where they are full
of joy and hilarity, and talk about
Ch rist or Heaven and everything is
immediately silenced. As on a sum
mer day when the forests are full of
life, chatter, chirrup and carol a
mighty chorus of bird harmony,
every tree branch an orchestra if a
hawk appears in the sky, every voice
stops and forests are still. Just so
I have seen a lively religious circle si
lenced on the appearance of anything
like religious conversation. No one
had anything to say save perhaps
some old patriarch in the corner of
the room, who really thinks that
something ought to be said under
the circumstances; so he puts one
foot over the other and heaves a Ion"
sigh and says: "Oh, yes; that's so)
My friends, the religion of Jesus
Christ is something to talk about with
a glad heart. It is brighter than the
waters; it is more cheerful than the
sunshine. Do not go around groaning
about your religion when you ought to
be singing it. or talking it in cheerful
tones of voice. How often it is that
we find men whose lives are utterly
inconsistent who attempt.to talk reli
gion" and always make a failure of it!
My friends, we must live religion, or
we cannot talk it. If a man is cranky
and cross and uncongenial and hard in
his dealings and then begins to talk
about Christ and heaven, everybody is
repelled by it. Yet I have heard such
men say in whining tones "We are
miserable sinners." "The Lord bless
you." "The Lord have mercy on you,"
their conversation interlarded with
such expressions, which mean nothing
but canting, and canting is the worst
form of hypocrisy. If we have really
felt the religion of Christ in our hearts,
let us talk it, and talk it with an illu
minated countenance, remembering
that when two Christian people talk
God gives special attention and writes
down what they say; Malachi 3:16:
"Then they that feared the Lord spake
ofttn one to another, and the Lord
hearkened and heard it, and a book of
remembrance was writteu."
Agai.j, I remark, we must bring the
religion of Christ into our employ
ments. "Oh," you say, "that is very
well if a man handle large sums of
money or if he have an extensive traf
fic, but in the humble work in life that
I am called to the sphere is too small
for the action of such grand, heavenly
principles." Who told you so? Do you
not know that God watches the faded
leaf on the brook's surface as certainly
as he does the path of a blazing sun?
And the moss that creeps up the side
of the rock makes as much impression
upon God's mind as the waving tops
of Oregon pine and Lebanon's cedar,
and the .alder, crackling under the
cow's hoof, sounds as loud in God's ear
as the snap of a world's conflagration.
WTien you have anything to do in life,
however humble it may seem to be,
God is always there to help you to do
it. If your work is that of a fisher
man, then God will help you, as he
helped Simon when he dragged Gen
nesaret. If your work is drawing wa
ter then He will help you, as when He
talked at the well curb to the Samari
tan woman. If you are engaged in the
custom house, He will lead you, as He
led Matthew sitting at the receipt of
customs. A religion that is not good in
one place is not worth anything in an
other place. The man who has only a
day's wages in his pocket as certainly
needs the guidance of religion, as he
who rattles the keys of a bank and
could abscond with a hundred thou
I think that the church of God and
the Sabbath are only an armory where
we are to get weapons. When war
comes, if a man wants to fight for his
country, he does not go to Troy or
Springfield to do battling, but he goes
there for swords and muskets. I look
upon the church of Christ and the Sab
bath day as only the place and time
where and when we are to get armed
for Christian conflict, but the battle
field is on Monday, Tuesday, Wednes
day, Thursday, Friday and Saturday.
"St. Martin's" and "Lenox" and "Old
Hundredth" do not amount to anything
unless they sing all the week. A ser
mon is useless unless we can take it
with us behind the plow and the coun
ter. The Sabbath "day is worthless if
it last only 24 hours.
There are many Christians who say:
"We are willing to serve God, but we
do not want to do it in these spheres
about which we are talking, and it
seems so insipid and monotonous. If
we had some great occasion, if we had
lived in the time of Luther, if we had
been Paul's traveling companion, if
we could serve God on a great scale,
we would do it, but we can't in this
everyday life." I admit that a great
deal of the romance and knight er
rantry of life have disappeared before
the advance of this practical age. The
ancient temples of Eouen have been
changed into storehouses and smith
ies. The residences of poets and
princes have been turned into brokers'
shops. The classic mansion of Ashland
has been cut up into walking sticks.
The groves where the poets said the
erods dwelt have been carted out for
firewood. The muses thafTwe used to
read about . have disappeared before
the immigrant's ax and the trapper's
gun, and the man who is waiting for
a life bewitched with wonders will
never find it. There is, however, a
field of endurance and great achieve
ment, but it is in everj'day life. There
are Alps to scale, there are Helles
"ponts to swim, there are fires to brave,
but they are all around us now. This
is the hardest kind of martyrdom to
Again, we need to bring the religion
of Christ into our commonest trials.
For severe losses, for bereavement, for
trouble that shocks like an earthquake
and that blasts like a storm, we pre
scribe religious consolation; but, busi
ness man, for the small annoyances of
last week how mxich of the grace of
God did you apply? "Oh," you say,
"these trials are too small for such ap
plication." My brother, they are
shaping your character, they are sour
ing your temper, they are wearing out
your patience and they are making you
less and less a man. I go into a sculp
tor's studio and see him shaping a
statue. He has a chisel in one hand
and a mallet in the other, and he gives
a very gentle stroke click, click,
click! I say: "Why don't you strike
harder?" "Oh," he replies, "that
would shatter the statue. I can't do
it that way. I must do it this way."
So he works on and after awhile the
features come out, and everybody that
enters the studio is charmed and fas
cinated. Well. God has your soul un
der process of development, and it is
the Jittle annoyances and vexations
of life that are chiseling out j'our im
mortal nature. It is click, click, click!
I wonder why some great providence
does not come and with one stroke
prepare you for Heaven. Ah, no. God
says that is not the way. And so he
keeps on by strokes of little annoy
ances, little sorrows, little vexations,
until al last you shall be a glad spec
tacle for angels and for men. You
know that a large fortune may be
spent in small change, and a vast
amount of moral character may go
away in small depletions. It is the
little troubles of life that are having
more effect upon you than the great
ones. A swarm of locusts will kill a
grainfield sooner than the incursion of
three or four cattle. You say: "Since
I lost my child, since I lost my prop
erty, I have been a different man."
But you do not recognize the architec
ture of little annoyances that are
hewing, digging, cutting, shaping,
splitting and interjoining your moral
qualities. Hats may sink a ship. One
lucifer match may send destruction
through a block of storehouses. Cath
erine de' Medici got her death from
smelling a poisonous rose. Columbus,
by stopping and asking for a piece of
bread and drink of water at a Fran
ciscan convent, was led to the discov
ery of the new world. And there is an
intimate connection between trifles
and immensities, between nothings
Now, be careful to let none of those
annoyances go through your soul un-
arraigned. Compel them to adminis
ter to your spiritual wealth. The
scratch of a sixpenny nail sometimes
produces lockjaw, and the clip of a
most infinitesimal annoyance may
damage you forever. Do not let any
annoyance or perplexity come across
your soul vithout its making you bet
ter. Again, we must bring the religian of
Christ into our commonest blessings.
When the autumn comes and the har
vests are in and the governors make
proclamations, we assemble in church
es" and we are very thankful. But
every day ought to be a thanksgiving
day. We do not recognize the com
mo"h mercies of life. We have t see
a blind man led by his dog before w
begin to bethink ourselves of what a
grand thing it is to have undimmed
eyesight. We have to see some wound
ed man hobbling on his crutch or with.'
his empty coat sleeve pinned up be
fore we learn to think what a grand
thing God did for us when He gave ua
healthy use of our limbs. We are so
stupid that nothing but the misfor
tunes of others can rouse us up to our
blessings. As the ox grazes in th
pasture up to its eye in clover, yet
never thinking who makes the clover,
and as the bird picks up the worm
from the furrow, not knowing that it
is God who makes everything, from
the animacule in the sod to the seraph
on the throne, so we go on eating,
drinking and enjoying, but never
thanking, or seldom thanking, or, if
thanking at all, with only half a
I compared our indifference to the
brute, but perhaps I wronged the
brute. I do not know but that,
among its other instincts, it may,
have an instinct by which it recognizes
the Divine hand that feeds it. I do
not know but that God is, through it,
holding communication with what
we call "irrational creation." The
cow that stands under the willow by,
the watercourse chewing its cud
looks very thankful, and who can tell
how much a bird means by its song?
The aroma of the flowers smells like
incense, and the mist arising from
the river looks like the smoke of a,
morning sacrifice. Oh, that we were
as responsive! Yet who thanks God
for the water that Gushes up in the
well, and that foams in the cascade,
and that laughs over the rocks and
that patters in the showers, and that;
claps its hands' in the sea? Who
thanks God for the air, the fount a ia
of life, the bridge of sunbeams, the
path of sound, the great fan on a hot
summer's day? Who thanks God for.
this wonderful physical 'organism,
this sweep of the vision, this chime
of harmony struck into the ear, this
soft tread of a myriad delights over
the nervous tissue, this rolling of the
crimson tide through the artery and
vein, this drumming of the heart on
our march to immortality. We take
all these things as . a matter of,
But suppose God should withdraw
these common blessings! Your body
would become tan inquisition of. tor
ture, the cloud would refuse rain,
every green thing would crumple up,
and the earth would crack open un
der your feet. The air would cease
its healthful v circulation, pestilence
would swoop, 'and every house would
become a place of skulls. Streams
would . first swim with vermin and
then dry up, and thirst and hunger
and anguish and despair would lift
their scepters. Oh compare such a
life as that with " the life you live
with your families! Is it not time
that, with every word of our lips and
with every action of our life we be
gan to acknowledge these every-day.
mercies? "Whether ye eat or drink
or whatsoever ye do, do all to the
glory of God." Do I address a man
or a woman who has not rendered to
God one single offering of thanks?
I was preaching on Thanksgiving:
day and announced my text "Oh,
give thanks unto the Lord, for He is
good and His mercy ondureth for
ever." I do not know whether there
was any blessing on the sermon or
not, but the text went straight to a
young man's heart. He said to him
self as I read the text: "Oh, give
thanks unto the Lord, for He is
good' Why, I have never rendered
Him any thanks! - Oh, what an in
grate I have been!" Can it be, my
brother, that you have been .fed by
the good hand of God all these days,
that you have had clothing and shel
ter and all the beneficent surround
ings, and yet have never offered your
heart to God? Oh, let a sense of the
Divine goodness shown in your every,
day blessings melt your heart, and if
yon have never before uttered an ear
nest note of thanksgiving let it be
this day which shall hear your song!
What I say to one I say to all. Take
this practical religion I have recom
mended ' into your everyday life.
Make every day a Sabbath and every,
meal a sacrament and every . room
you enter a holy of holies. We all
have work to do; let us be willing to
do it. We all have sorrows to bear;
let us cheerfully bear them. We all
have battles to fight; let us coura
geously fight them. If you want to
die right, you must Ike right. Neg
ligence and indolnce will win the
hiss of everlasting scorn, while faith
fulness will scatter its garlands and
wave its scepter and sit upon its
throne long after this earth has put
on ashes and eternal ages have
gun their march. You go home to
day and attend to j'our little sphere
of duties. I will go home and attend
to my little sphere of duties. Every
one in his own place. So our every
step in life shall be a triumphal
march, and the humblest footstool
on which we are called to sit will be
a conqueror's throne.
A Great Succem.
Theliew underground electric rail
way of Paris has proved such a great
success'that extensions of the system