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-V XJoxrotod to tlio Xxa.tox-eatw of Zaxc11xl County axxcL Xlor People.
Bg Mrs. Minnie M. P. Knotls.
THE soft, hazy October sunshine
fell on a West Virginia poorhousc,
changing its white painted sides into
a subdued pearly tone. In one of the
east rooms, opening oft the hall and
inmates' s.tting-room, lay Aunt Emily
on a low, black, wooden bed. She had
lain in this room since one April day
when he right side felt numb and
stiff and refused to obey her will.
After that stroke of paralysis she was
never able to sit up longer than an
hour or. two. During all this time
Mary Sharpe another inmate, had
acted as nurse under the instructions
of Mrs. Winters the stewardess.
This morning Aunt Emily's pale
face looked more sallow than usual
in the subdued light coming through
an old yellow paper curtain. Her thin
gray hair was parted in the middle
and drawn tightly back from the
forehead; the gnunt hands were fold
ed on the faded calico comfort, the
palsied right one underneath. She
had her large brown eyes turned to
ward the window where the beauty
of the autumn gleamed.
October frosts had made the hill
sides, that stretch away for miles, a
bright landscape, reminding one of
Joseph's coat, so many were the col
ors. Half of the trees had changed
their green foliage for red or yellow,
but some still clung to the old color
as if loath to put on the brighten
hapes of a step nearer death. The
corn fields were bare except for the
golden brown shocks that rose here
And there like wigwams. In the pas
tures, yet green, the sheep wandered
about or rested from their rambles
under the tall oak trees. Faf away
In the distance the bluish gray tops
of the Allegheny mountains looked
down like sentinels on the quiet coun
try, and the thin, fleecy clouds clung
lovingly to their summits.
Aunt Emily turned her head away
from the window as the door creaked
on it hinges and Mary Sharp en
tered. Mary was a middle-aged wom
an with a lot of copper-colored hair
that was freshly combed, and a kind
1 face that shone as from a recent wash
ing with kitchen soap. Although she
made a visible effort to walk lightly,
her heavy shoes squeaked noiselessly
on the bare floor. She went over by
the bed and sat down in the scarred
wooden rocking chair and began
6waying bac and forth, a loose rock
er go click, cluck at every motion.
She snioothed down her checked ging
ham apron and said:
"How are you feeling to-day, Aunt
"About the same. I've Just been
thinking how much all things in this
world are alike. Every day the leaves
of those trees over on the hills are
nearer death and decay. They'll soon
be scattered all over the ground.'
Mary did not answer for a minute
or two, but finally said:
"Well tae trees will all be green
again next spring."
"Yes. Last spring, Mary, the trees
were green and full of life just as I
was when i married Andy Dover and
settled down on our 20 acres. For a
while everything was bright. We loved
our little Annie with hir long golden
curls and watched her grow into wom
anhood and marry Clinton Mayes.
Then I burled Andy. But Annie com
forted me and took me to live with
her. She and Clinton were good to
me; and the children, deur little
things, were so much company."
Aunt Emily jiaused and wiped her
eyes with one corner of the un
bleached sheet. Mary stilj swayed
back and forth, and the click, cluck
of the loose rocker was '.he only noise
that broke the silence except the low
hum of voices and the occasional
chuckle of "foolish Ben" from the
otlic end of the hall.
"But Clinton wasn't much toablame
for not wanting to keep me any long
er," Aiftit Emily went on, as she
cleared her throat. "Annie was sick
ly, and the doctor's bill had to be paid,
although the miner's wages were cut
down 2) cents a day. My money was
all gone, and I wasn't able to work
much. Annie must be sicker now, for
she has not written to me for more
than a year, and like the trees I am
withering, iook over there!" Aunt
Emily pointed with her able hand to
the pauper's burying ground across
the road where the soft sunshine,
coming through the trees, touched the
plain boards that marked ench mound.
Mary, I'll soon be there."
Mary gave a loud cough, wiped her
fnce with a piece ot unhemmed mus
lin that she took from her apron belt,
and replied:
"Oh! I reckon not! Annie will
come for you some day and take you
home to get well. Let me prop you
up in bed before I go to help get din
ner." Marv coon had the invalid sitting up
with 'the two cotton-batting pillows
and a ragged edged comfort at her
back. "I'll go now if you are resting
all right," and the heavy shoes
squeaked across the floor.
Aunt Emily's only answer was: "I'm
afraid Annie will never come." As the
sound of squeaking Bhoes.died away
she shook her trembling head and
said slowly: 'he will never come."
In the kitchen the women were help
ing Mrs. Winters get dinner. The
,team was rising from a couple of
Urge iron kettles on the range in
,ne corner of the room, and he odor
,f boiling coffee filled the air. Mrs
Winters in gray cal co wrapper -and
blue apron was putting bacon into a
skillet Her usually pale face -was
flu hed from the heat of the stove.
farv got the dishes from the cup
boa?d and took them to the Ion,
table at the other side of the room.
She wiped off the brown oilcloth be
fore setting the dishes in their places,
and, as she worked, the wrinkles in
her forehead grew deeper. When the
table was nearly ready Mrs. Winters
came over and sat down on the end of
a bench that ran along one side of
the table,
"now is Aunt Emily this morning,
Mary?" she asked, as she wiped the
perspiration from her face.
"She says she feels the same. But
she was blue and told me 6he would
soon be in the buryln' ground. She
seems to worry right smart because
Annie don't write." After a pause
Mary added, with a knowing nod, "I
don't believe she'll live long."
"I must go in and see her after din
ner," Mrs. Winters said, as she turned
her head to the window with a sigh.
Her kind face always looked sad as
if it reflected the poverty-stricken
misery around her; even when she
smiled it seemed from pity rather
than joy. '
That evening after supper Mrs. Win
ters took down a tablet of writing pa
per, the small round bottle of ink and
the red penholder and wrote the follow
ing letter to Mrs. Annie Mayes:
"If you ever want to see your mother
alive, come soon."
"I won't say anything about this let
ter to Aunt Emily," she said to her hus
band, "because if Annie don't come it
will be such a disappointment to the
poor old woman."
One afternoon a week later Mrs.
Winters wns interrupted in her sewing
by a knock on the front door. She
opened it and admitted a frail looking
little woman with large brown eyes
looking from a very thin face.
"Is this Mrs. Winters?" the stranger
asked. "I am Mrs. Mayes."
Mrs. Winters took the visitor into
the sitting-room, assuring her that her
mother was no worse. After her wraps
were laid aside she said:
"I w ill go to mother at once." ,
"I am afraid the sudden surprise of
you walking into her room would be
more than she is able to stand," Mrs.
Winters said. "Just take this rocker
and I will go and tell her first."
After Mrs. Winters left the roof the
visitor rocked for a minute or two as
the footsteps sounded down the hall,
and then got up and walked to the win
dow and looked out.
Aunt Emily turned her face toward
the door as Mrs. Winters opened it. The
large brown eyes had a look of resigna
tion, and ns they recognized Mrs. Win
ters Ihe thin lips parted in a sad smile.
"Good afternoon. Do you feel pretty
well?" Mrs. Winters snid, as she sat
down in the rocking chair by the bed.
"Yes, and happy, too. I like to watch
the men gather in the corn shocks from
the hillside yonder. It makes me glad
to know that some one has a good
"I came in to see if you were awake.
There is a lady in the sitting-room
that wants to see you. I'll go and bring
her in."
"Oh, maybe it's Annie!" Aunt Emily
exclaimed, and the look of resignation
in her eyes changed to one of joyous
Ten minutes later mother and daugh
ter were sobbing in each other's arms.
When their emotions had subsided An
nie drew the old rocker close to the bed
and sat down, resting her hand on her
mother's. They talked of the children,
Clinton and home, and how on the mor
row Annie was to tnke her mother
home. Then there was silence for a
time, broken only by the noise of the
loose rocker.
"So, to-morrow I am going home to
see the children ngnin," Aunt Emily
snid, and a tear drop wet each cheek.
She reached for the corner of the un
bleached sheet, but the soft handker
chief of the daughter wiped them away
instead, and the low voice responded:
"Yes, mother, I am going to take you
home in the morning. Clinton and I see
things differently now."
Mrs. Mayes went early to her moth
er'sroom the next morning. Khe opened
the door and walked toward the bed
to awaken her. Aunt Emily's face was
turned toward the window. Her hands
were folded on top of the comfort, the
uble one above as usual.
"Mother!" Mrs. Mayes called, ns she
reached the bed, but the sleeper did not
awaken. "Mother!" she repeated, as
she laid her hand on the folded ones,
then started back, guve a low scream
and sank into the old rocker. Her
mother was dead.
Aunt Emily's face wore a happy
smile as she luy ready to be taken home.
Her hands were folded over the black
burial robe, as they used to be on the
faded calico comfort, and clusped a
bunch of autumn leuves that "foolish
Ben" hnd brought from the woods.
When she wns carried from the house
ill the inmates gathered at the front
gate for n last glimpse of one who had
been with them seven years. They
wutched the hearse and carriage wind
slowly down the hill, and waited for
the hist glint of sunshine on the orna
ments of the hearse as it disappeared
behind the poplar grove, before turn
ing their teur-stained faces to the
Only "foolish Ben" spoke. "What you
cryin' for?" he said. "Don't you know
she's goin' home with Annie?" The
Housekeeper. '
Bom Chlaene Kiddles.
Chinese boys are very fond of auk
ing riddles, and some of the juven le
prodigies of ancient days are repre
sented as having been very clever in
composing these enigmas. A few,
somewhat similar in form to many
popular English riddles, are the fol
lowing: "What is the fire that has no smoke,
and the water that has no fish?"
"A glow worm's fire has no smoke
and well water has no fish."
"Mention the name of an object
with two mouths, which travels by
night and not by day?"
"A lantern."
Dealing with Commercial and In
dustrial Conditions Abroad.
The New Underground Railway of
London Strike Record In Ger
manyA New Diamond Field
nd Other Interesting- Item.
Nearly 100,000 passengers a day are
carried on the new London under-
.., . ground electrio
London. Vnder-a.lroad Jugt
'"""'""'present this model
system of rapid transportation is the
pride of all London, and it should be,
for it is as near perfection as it has
been possible to construct up to the
present time. Its construction occu
pied four years and cost $17,032,850,
the cost per mile having amounted to
$2,802,670. The line runs from the
Bank of England, in the center of the
city proper, to Shepherds Bush, a dis
tance of six miles, and between those
points there are 11 stations making
13 in all. The fare for the whole or
any distance is four cents. The di
ameter of the tunnels, or tubes, is
11 feet 6 inches, and at the stations
21 feet. The stations are all higher
than the level in the tunnels, the ob
ject being to gain a natural aid in
checking the speed upon entering the
Many American Innovations have
been introduced in the general work
ing and are appreciated by the pas
sengers; the announcement by the
conductors that the "next station will
be ," while amusing many, is
much welcomed. The introduction of
"choppers" an arrangement whereby
the possible loss of the pnssenger s
ticket is obviated is also likewise ap
preciated. The success of the new railway will
have immediate effect on the old un
derground lines, the sulphurous fumes
in which have long been matter for
comment and discontent.
Another point in favor of the new
undertaking is that, as there is but
one fare, the grades or classes, first,
second or third, of carriages, and con
sequent distinction of passengers, is
The newspapers call attention to
the fact that the new system has not
only emptied the omnibuses, but has
actually thinned out te crowds on
the pavement. They predict that in
ten years London under ground will
be a vast network of electric railways.
Already there is projected a great belt
of electric lines to encircle the me
tropolis, with intersecting railways to
join the north and south.
The luxurious vestibule ears, of
which the company has 199 cost $4,
866 each, and the 28 torpedo-shaped
engines were built in the United
States for $14,399 apiece.
The working expenses of the line
are calculated at $729,975 per annum,
and it is estimated that'll a fair dm
dend is to be earned 40,000,000 passen
gers must travel on the railway in
the year. That represents a daily av-
erage of HO.OOOv It is believed this
will be easily reached within the near
The modern demand for high-power
machinery Is shown by a comparison
in.. . p.rii ' tne machinery
E onition exhibited at the
xpna a. jagt jouf world's
expositions at Paris. In. 18G7 there
were exhibited and operated 52 ma
chines with an aggregate of 654 horse'
power; in 1878, 41 machines, aggregat
ing 2,533-horse power; in 1889, 32 ma
chines, with 5,320-horse power; and in
1900, 37 machines, with 36.085-horse
power. The average horse power per
machine exhibited in 1867 was 16; in
1878, 62; In 1889, 170; and in 1900, 973
a most startling increase. France this
year exhibits and operates 18 ma
chines, with an aggregate of 14,435 and
an average of 802-horse power. Other
countries operate 19 machines, with
21,650, or an average of 1,140-horse
Beginning with the first of next
January Spain will change from the
present method of
reckoning time to
"p- a new method,
which, though not uncommon to
many, has never before been officially
adopted by any government. The fol
lowing royal decree recently issued ex
plains the new system:
(1) In all railway, mall (Including tele'
graph), telephone and steamship service In
the Peninsula ana tne uaiieunc islands,
and In nil the ministerial offices, the courts,
and all public works, time Bhall be regU'
lated by the time of the Greenwich obsurV'
atory, commonly known as western Eu
ronean time.
(2) The computation of the hours In the
above-mentioned services will be made
from the hour of midnight to the following
midnight In hours from one to twenty-four,
omitting the words tarde (afternoon) and
noche (night), heretofore In customary use.
(3) The hour of midnight will be deBlg
nated as 24.
(4) The Interval, for Instance, between
midnight (24) and one o'clock will be deslg-nated-as
0.06, 0.10. 0.59.
In the extensive vineyard region sur
rounding Lyons, France, an effort was
made during the
Savins- Vineyard
In France.
summer to dissi
pate hailstorms by
firing cannon at the clouds. Fifty-two
cannon, manned by 104 cannoneers
and their chiefs were distributed over
an area of 2,500 acres of rich vine land
For the expense of the experiment, the
government appropriated $386, the de'
partmental council $289, the National
French Agricultural society and
number of wealthy wine growers add
ed $2,316 and furnished 14 more can
non. The minister of war supplied
powder for 2 cents per pound.
A high point in the vine land to be
covered by the experiments was
lected as the central post of observa
tion and a signal code adopted. When
a shot is l;ard from the central post
aU the canuoa are fired, at first twice
per minute; more slowly after the first
tenshotsk I translate the report of the
first firing at the storm clouds this
The farmers of Denies were aroused at
1:30 o'clock at night. The storm was very
severe. The artillerists, from 40 to 60
strong, fired their guns and stopped the
thunder and lightning, in tne neighboring
communes, the people saw columns of
flames rise 300 feet above the cannon when
shots were fired. At several places, women
recharged the cartridges.
The wine growers are organizing to
attack the hailstorms in. many of the
treat wine-growing regions of France.
The two experiments thus far reported
are pronounced, successful. A writer
in one of the wine-growers' organs
The results obtained from these experi
ments are such that organizations will be
established at once In all the places t:at
have heretofore been ravaged by hail.
The practice of shooting at the
clouds was known in France over 100
years ago. It originated in Italy.
There are now but four works in
the Ural region of Russia where gold
is obtained ny
GoIdandPlntlnammeang Qf chemlcal
in ..a..,-. cesg xhe for.
mer gold mines, having given out,
are not worked any more. While
the world's annual gold production
has increased 16.3 per cent, during
the last decade, that of Russia has
remained as before, amounting to
about 86,668 pounds yearly. But
platinum, of which the llral moun
tains furnish 95 per cent, of all of
the world's supply, has increased both
in quantity and value. The amount
of this metal produced in the Ural
region in 1899 was 13,242 pounds,
against but 6,363 pounds in 1890.
The cotton-textile business in Aus
tria having been very prosperous in
Textile Indnatry . ' J Li
Villi JCUI pi Vllliomg
InAn.trla. e q u a lly satisfac
tory results, many noteworthy en
largements of existing factories and
luilding of new ones are just com
pleted, under way, or projected.
Some 8,000 cotton looms will be added
this year to the number in operation.
The product of the spinning factories
Is also being increased to meet the
augmented demand from the weaving
machines. In Bohemia ulone, the
number of spindles will be increased
by 150,000, which will produce per
annum about $2,000,000 worth of cot
ton yarn. As Austria has been im
porting cotton yarn to nearly that
value, there is evidently occupation
for the new spindles, even should the
expectations of increased weaving be
disappointed. It is prouable, however,
that the existing uncertain state ot
the cotton market, had it appeared
sooner, would have checked these im
provements; but they have now gone
too far to annul the plans therefor.
There is also marked, though not
as great, activity in woolen and linen
circles in the direction of extensions
and new factories. In both these
lines of industry business has been
unusually large during the past 18
months, though profits have relative
ly declined; but to hold the trade it
la found necessary to increase facili
ties for product.on, hence the activi
ty here noted, which is specially
marked in northern Bohemia.
Artificial pearl growing, is a new
industry lately started by Mr. Kokichl
, . Jlikimoto, in J a-
' ' ' pan. The extent
In Japan. of his 8uccegg in
this enterprise may be calculated by
the following Incident:
Taking advantage of the presence
of the crown prince and princess at
Ise on June 25, Mr. Mikunoto submit
ted, through Mr. Ogura, perfectural
governor, 27 pearls of various sizes,
the products of his penrl bed, for the
inspection of their highnesses.
The crown prince was, it is said,
so highly pleased with the beautiful
gems that he bought up the whole
27, which were priced from five to
one hundred yen ($2.49 to $49.80) each.
It has been known for many years
that diamonds exist in British Guiana,
In 1890, 749 stones
Diamonds In
Ilrltlah Gnlana,
welcrhinsr in the ag-
ererate 514.53
grains were discovered. The colonial
commissioner of mines in his official
report in 1893 alluded to the finding
of diamonds In the different gold
placers and expressed a belief that dry
mines would ultimately be found. Up
to that time the largest stone found
weighed eight grains.
Last March 282 stones were found
250 miles up the Mazaruni river. They
were sent to i,ondon, where they were
examined and the lot valued at $12 per
On the 6th of July 400 small stones
were brought down from the same lo'
cality. They were washed out by nine
men in 18 days by very crude methods.
The stones are octahedron, varying
in weight from a decimal of a grain to
a carat and a half in the crude state,
London dealers consider the stones
superior to South African diamonds
and value them 25 to 50 per cent.
higher than those found in that re
gion, and they pronounce them equal
in quality to Brazilian stones.
The distance from Bartica, at the
confluence of the Essequibo and the
Mazaruni rivers to the locality is 250
miles. The diggings are about five
miles from the river, over a narrow
trail through a tropical jungle. Pro
visions and material are packed on
men's backs to the vicinity.
It requires eight days to make the
journey up. The return voyage, which
is both exciting and dangerous, is ac
complished in two days and a half.
A Marked Difference.
"How do you distinguish aristocracy
of wealth from aristocracy of birth?"
"Aristocracy of wealth brags on the
money it has; aristocracy of birth
brags on the money it has not got."
Chicago Record.
God's Judgments Are Like Sharp
Razors, Says Dr. Talmage.
Nation of the World Are Either Pun-
Uhed or Rewarded All Calami
ties Are Directed by Di
vine Wladom.
Copyright, 1900, by Louis Klopsch.
Dr. Talmage, in h'.s journey west
ward through Europe, has recently vis
ited scenes of thrilling historic events.
He sends this sermon, In which he
shows that nations are judged in this
world and that God rewards them for
their virtues and punishes them for
their crimes. The text is Isaiah 7,
20: "In the same day shall the Lord
shave with a razor that is hired, name
ly, by them beyond the river, by the
king of Assyria."
The Bible is the boldest book ever
written. There are no similitudes in
Ossian or the Iliad or the Odyssey so
daring. Its imagery sometimes seems
on the verge of reckless, but only
seems so. The fact is that God would
startle and arouse and propel men and
nations. A tame and limping simili
tude would fail to accomplish the ob
ject. While there are times when He
employs in the Bible the gentle dew
and the morning cloud and the dove
and the daybreak in the presentation
of truth, we often find the iron char
lot, the lightning, the earthquake, the
spray, the sword and, in my text, the
razor. This keen-bladed instrument
has advanced in usefulness with the
ages, in liible times ana ianas tne
beard remained uncut save In the sea
sons of mourning and humiliation, but
the razor was always a suggestive sym
bol. David said of Doeg, his antagon
ist: "Thy tongue is a sharp razor work
ing deceitfully" that Is, it pretends
to clear the face, but is really used
for deadly incision.
In this striking text this weapon of
the toilet appears under the follow
ing circumstances: Judea needed to
have some of its prosperities cut off,
and God sends against it three Assyrian
kings first Sennacherib, then Esar-
haddon and afterward Nebuchadnez
tar. These three sharp invasions that
cut down the glory of Judea are com
pared to so many sweeps of the razor
across the face of the land. And these
devastations were called a hired ra
zor because God took the kings of As
syria, with whom He had no sympathy,
to do the work, and paid them in pal
aces and spoils and annexations. These
kings were hired to execute the Di
vine behests. And now the text, which
on its first reading may have seemed
trivial or inapt, is charged with mo
mentous import: "In the same day
shall the Lord shave with a razor that
is hired, namely, by them beyond the
river, by kings of Assyria."
Well, if God's judgments are ra
zors, we had better be careful how we
use them on other people. In careful
sheath these domestic weapons are put
away where no one by accident may
touch them and where the hands of
children may not reach them. Such
instruments must be carefully bandied
or not handled at all. But how reck
lessly some people wield the judgment
of Godl If a man meets with busi
ness misfortune, how many there are
ready to cry out: "That is a judgment
of God upon him because he was un
scrupulous or arrogant or overreach
ing or miserly. I thought he would
get cut down What a clean sweep
of everything! His city house and
country house gone. His stables emp
tied of all the fine bays and sorrels and
grays that UBed to prance by his door.
All his resources overthrown and all
that he prided himself on tumbled into
demolition. Good for him!" Stop, my
brother. Don t sling around too free
ly the judgments of God, for they are
Some of the most wicked business
men succeed, and they live and die
in prosperity, and some of the most
honest and conscientious are driven
into bankruptcy. Perhaps the unsuc
cessful man's manner was unfortu
nate, and he was not really as proud
as he looked to be. Gome of those
who carry their heads erect and look
imperial are humble as a child, while
many a man in seedy coat and slouch
hat and unblacked shoes is as proud
as Lucifer. You cannot telf by a
man's look. Perhaps he was not un
scrupulous In business, for there are
two sides to every story, and every
body that accomplishes anything for
himself or others gets industriously
lied about. Perhaps his business mis
fortune was not a punishment, but
the fatherly discipline to prepare him
for Heaven, and God mny love him
far more than He loves you, who can
pay dollar for dollar and are put
down in the commercial catalogues
as Al. Whom the Lord loveth He
gives $400,000 and lets die on embroid
ered pillows? No; whom the Lord
loveth He chasteneth. Better keep
your hand off the Lord's razors, lest
they cut and wound people that do
not deserve it. If you want to shave
off some of the bristling pride of your
own heart, do so, but be very careful
how you put the sharp edge on oth
ers'., How I do dislike the behavior
of those persons who when people
ate unfortunate say: "I told you so
getting punished served him right!"
If those I-told-you-so's got their
desert they would long ago have been
pitched over the battlements. The
mote in their neighbor's eyes, so
small that it takes a microscope to
find it, gives them more trouble than
the beam which obscures their own
optics. With air sometimes super
cilious and sometimes pharasaical and
always blasphemous they take the
razor of Divine judgment and sharp
en it on the hone of their own hard
hearts and then go to work on men
sprawled out at full length under dis
aster, cutting mercilessly. They be
gin by soft expressions of sympathy
and pity and half praise and lather
the victim all over before they put on
the sharp edge.
Let us be careful how we shoot at
others lest we take down the wrong
one, remembering the servant of
King William Rufus, wno shot at a
deer, but the arrow glanced against
a tree and killed the king. Instead of
going out with shafts to pierce and
razors to cut we had better imitate
the friend of Richard Coeur de Lion.
Richard, in the war of the Crusades,
was captured and imprisoned, but
none of his friends knew where, so
his loyal friend went around the land
from stronghold to stronghold and
sang at each window a snatch of
song that Richard Coeur de Lion had
taught him in other days. And one
day, coming before a jail where he
suspected his king might be incar
cerated, he sang two lines of song,
and immediately King Richard re
sponded from his cell with the other
two lines, and so his whereabouts
were discovered, and a successful
movement was at once made for his
liberation. So let us go up and down
the world with the musio of kind
words and sympathetic hearts, sere
nading the unfortunate and trying to
get out of trouble men who had noble
natures, ut by unforeseen circum
stances have been incarcerated, thus
liberating kings. More hymn book
and less razor.
Especially ought we to be apolo
getic and merciful toward those who,
while they have great faults, have
also great virtues. No weeds verily,
but no flowers. I must not be too
much enraged at a nettle along the
fence if it be in a field containing 40
acres of ripe Michigan wheat. Some
time ago naturalists told us there
was on the sun a spot 20,000 miles
long, but from the brightness and
warmth I concluded it was a good
deal of a sun still. The sun can af
ford to have a very large spot upon
it, though it be 20,000 miles long, and
I am very apologetic for those men
who have great faults, while at the
same time they have magnificent vir
tues. Agnin, when I read in my text that
the Lord shaves with the hired razor
of Assyria the land of Judea, I think
myself of the preciBion,of God's provi
dence. A razor swung the tenth part
of an inch out of the right line
means either failure or laceration, but
God's dealings never slip, and they do
not miss by ihe thousandth part of an
inch the right direction. People talk
as though things in this world were
at loose ends. Cholera sweeps across
Marseilles and Madrid and Pulermo,
and we watch anxiously. Will the
epidemic sweep Europe and America?
People say: "That will entirely de
pend on whether the inoculation is
a successful experiment; that will de
pend entirely on quarantine regula
tions; that will depend on the early
or late appearance of frost. That ep
idemic is pitched into the world,' and
it goes blundering across the con
tinents, and it is all guesswork and
an appalling perhaps." I think, per
haps, that God had something to do
with it, and that His mercy may have
in some way protected us; that He
may have done as much for us as the
quarantine and the health officers. It
was right end a necessity that all
caution should be used, but there have
come enough macaroni from Italy,
and enough grapes from the south
of France, and enough rags from tat
terdemalions, and hidden in these ar
tides of transportation enough chol
eraic germs to have left by this time
all the cities mourning in the ceme
teries. I thank all the doctors and
quarantines, but more than all, and
first of all, and last of all, and all
the time, I thank God. In all the 6,000
years of the world's existence there
has not one thing merely "happened
so." God is- not an anarchist, but
a king, a father.
When little Tad, the son of Presi
dent Lincoln, died, all America sym
pathized with the sorrow in the white
house. He used to rush into the room
where the cabinet was in session and
while the most eminent men of the
land were discussing the questions of
national existence. But the child had
no care about those questions. Now,
God the Father and God the Son and
God the Holy Ghost are in perpetual
session in regard to this world and
kindred worlds. Shall you, nis child,
rush in to criticise or arraign or con
demn the Divine government? No;
the cabinet of the Eternal Three can
govern and will govern in the wisest
and best way, and there never will be
a mistake, and. like razor skillfully
swung, shall cut that which ought
to be cut and avoid that which ought
to be avoided. Precision to the very
hairbreadth. Earthly timepieces may
get out of order and strike wrong,
saying It Is one o'clock when it is two,
or two when It is three. God's clock
Is always right, and when it is one
it strikes one. and when it is 12 it
strikes 12, and the second hand is as
accurate as the minute hand.
Further, my text tells us that God
sometimes shaves nations. "In the
same day shall the Lord shave with
a razor that is hired." With one sharp
sweep He went across Judea, and
down went its pride and its power,
In 1861 God shaved the American na
tion. We had allowed to grow Sab
bath desecration and oppression and
blasphemy and fraud and impurity
and all sorts of turpitude. The south
had its sins, and the north its sins,
and the east its sins, and the west its
sins. We had been warned again and
again, and we did not heed. At length
the sword of war cut from the St.
Lawrence to the gulf and from At
lantic seabord to Pacific seaboard.
The pride of the land, not the cow'
ards, but the heroes, on both sides
went down. And that which we took
for the sword of war was the Lord's
razor. In J 802 again it went across
the land; in 1SC3 again; in 1864 again
Then the sharp instrument was in
cased and put away.
Never in the history of the ages was
any land more thoroughly shaved than
during those four years oi civu com
bat, and, my brethren, if we do not
quit some of our individual and na
tional sins the Lord will again take
us in hand. He has other razors with
in reach besides war epidemics,
droughts, deluges, plagues grass
hopper and locustor our overtower
ing success may so far excite the jeal-
?usy of other lands that under some
retext the great nations may com
bine to put us down. Our nation, so
easily approached on north and south
and from both oceans, might have on
hand at once more hostilities than
were ever arrayed against any one
power. I hope no such combination
against us will ever be formed, but I
want to show that, as Assyria was the
hired razor against Babylon, and the
Huns the hired razor against the
Goths, there are now many razors
that the Lord could hire if, because of
our national sins, He should under
take to shave us. In 1870 Germany
was the razor with which the Lord
shaved France. Japan was the razor
with which He shaved China, and
America the razor with which He
shaved arrogant, oppressive and Bible
hating Spain. But nations are to re
pent in a day. May a speedy and
worldwide coming to God hinder on
both sides the sea all national calam
ity. But do not let us as a nation
either by unrighteous law at Wash
ington or bad Uvea among ourselves
defy the Almighty.
One would think that our national
symbol of the eagle might sometimes
suggest another eagle that which an
cient Rome carried. In the talons of
that eagle were clutched at one time
Britain, France, Spain, Italy, Dalma
tia, Rhaetia, Noricum, Pannonia, Moe
sia, Dacia, Thrace, Macedonia, Greece,
Asia Minor, Syria, Phoenicia, Pales
tine, Egypt and all northern Africa
and all the islands of the Mediterra
neanindeed, all the world that was
worth having, a hundred and twenty
millions of people under the wings ot
that one eagle. Where Is she now?
Ask Gibbon, the historian, in his prose
poem, "The Decline and Fall of the
Roman Empire." Ask her gigantic
ruins, bemoaning their sadness
through the ages, the screech owl at
windows out of which worldwide con
querors looked. Ask the day of judg
ment, when her crowned! debauchees.
Commodus and Fertinax and Caligula
and Diocletian, shall answer for their
infamy. As men and as nations let
us repent and have our trust in
pardoning God rather than depend on
former successes for immunity! Out
of 13 of the greatest battles of the
world Napoleon had lost but one be
fore Waterloo. Pride and destruction
often ride in the same saddle.
But notice once more, and more than
all, in my text, that God is so kind and
lovin? that when it Is necessary lor
nim to cut He has to go to others for
the sharp-edged weapon. In the same
day shall the Lord shave with a razor
that is hired." God is love. God is
pity. God Is help. God is shelter.
God is rescue. There are no sharp
edges about nim, no thrusting points,
no instruments of laceration. If you
want balm for wounds, He has that.
If you want Divine salve for eyesight.
He has that. But U tnere is snarp
and cutting work to do. which re
quires a razor, that ne hires. God
has nothing about nim that hurts,
save when dire necessity demands, and
then ne has to go clear off to some
one else to get the instrument.
King nenry II. of England crowned
his son as king and on the day of coro
nation put on a servant's garb and wait
ed, he, the king, at the son's table, to
the astonishment of all the princes.
But we know of a more wondrous
scene the King of Heaven and earth
offering to put on you, His child, the
crown of life and ln the form of a serv
ant waiting on you with blessing.
Extol that love, all painting, all sculp
ture, all music, all architecture, all
worship! In Dresdenian gallery let
Raphael hold nim up as a child, and in
Antwerp cathedral let Rubens hand
nim down from the cross as a mar
tyr, and Handel make all his oratorios
vibrate around that one chord: "He
was wounded for our transgressions,
bruised for our iniquities." But not
until all the redeemed get home, and
from the countenances in all the gal
leries of the ransomed shall be re
vealed the wonders of redemption,
shall either man or seraph or arch
angel know the height and depth and
length and breadth of the love of
At our national capital a monument
in honor of him who did more than any
one to achieve our American Independ
ence was for scores of years in build
ing, and most of us were discouraged
and said It never would be completed.
And how glad we all were when in the
presence of the highest officials of the
nation the work was done! But will
.the monument to nim who died for the
eternal liberation of the human race
ever be completed? For ages the work
has been going up. Evangelists and
apostles and martyrs have been add
ing to the heavenly pile, and every
one of the millions of redeemed going
up from earth has made to It contribu
tion of glndness, and weight of glory
is swung to the top of other weight of
glory, higher and higher as the centu
ries go by, higher and higher as the
whole millenniums roll, sapphire on
the top of jasper, sardonyx on the
top of chalcedony and chrysoprasus
above topaz, until far beneath shall
be the walls and towers and domes of
our earthly capitol, a monumert for
ever and forever rising and yet never
done, "Unto Him who hath It Ted us
and washes us from our sins in Hit
blood and made us kings and priests
forever." Alleluia, amea.
The quality of the life of everyona
is the same as the quality of his love
, Swedeobory.
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