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Mill, Nobth Dakota's prohibition vote waa 18,547, It ts reported that Secretary Blaine prerers cnicago to flaw York for the Worid't fair. Therb ara mora than (ii hundred iluuents enrolled in the academic de partment of Cornell College. Mt. Ver non, la. This justifies the footicg up to one thousand students for the year, which i the largest allowing in the history of this College. The revelations of a Kansas City con vention of Authors and Artists is that the literary movement is growing pain fully intense throughout the west One of the erubarrasuients of travel in that section now is the uncertainty which prevails in the mind of the stranger when be is met by a committee of citi zens, as to whether he is in the hands of a Browning society, or of a sheriff's posse. Austria sends forth the latest inven tion in the way of a cheap mouth in strument. It is generally called the "sweet potato," though the correct name is ocarina. It is a combination of the flute and clarionet, mode of clayt exactly resembling a sweet potato in shape, and is probably the easiest learned musical iustrument ever in vented. It is clear in tone and answers well for experiments with the phono graph. Too many young men with slender purses are trying to keep up with so ciety at a pace that kills. Here is an example of a hustling young man of New York named Max Solomun, who has just been sent to the city prison to serve out a sentence for obtaining money under false pretenses. He had been leading the dual life of a beggar and a man in society; residing in a fashionable boarding-house, daily don ning a disguise and begging from door to door, and nightly splurging as a member of the Stock Exchange. Thk avenge Republican vote of North Dakota was 70 per cent of the total vote rast. Less than 20 per cent of the vote was cast against the constitution. Pro hibition was carried by a vote of 18,517 ( or to 17,42o against. The total vote on the proposition fell below 80,000, or B.000 less than the total vote on slate officers. Such an overwhelming Re publican victory in North Dakota al most two to one was not expected by either party. The legislature has thir teen Democrats out of ninety -two mem bers, and only one county, Oliver with its seventy-seven votes, went Democra tic in all North Dakota. The London (ire department Is found . to consist of but 589 men all told ac cording to the inspection of an Ameri can fireman. This number he says in cludes clerks, hostlers and other non combatants. The police force of the same city numbers 14,000 men. The area of London is 122 square miles, and it has but fifty-eight small steam fire engines. It is claimed that' the better methods of building employed by the British metropolis greatly removes the risk of fire, but at the same time it is noticed that a considerable number oc cur daily. It is noticeable that the London fireman lose time in getting re ports of tires, also in sending out first hand-engines, reserving the steam for later reinforcement. They have not the American swinging harness, to so quick ly attach the nuimals to the machine, and know nothing of the big boots be decked with trousers for speedy dress ing, and the sliding poles. The following story comes from a well-known editor one who never talks shop unless he has something worth telling and was jotted down by a lis tening reporter: "Not long ago," he said, "I received a poem from an un known contributor who lived in a little western town. The letter accompany ing the manuscript was written in that confidential strain which always proves the writer to be an untrained contri butor to the press. After praising my paper and informing me that he had been a reader of it for more years than it had been in existence, be had taken the liberty of sending me a little poem for publication. The honor of appear ing in print was all the remuneration he desired; indeed, he was frank enough to state that he did not consider the verses enclosed had any market value. . When I examined the poem I found it was one I had written myself many years before, and for which I had re ceived a handsome sum." ..; - From the following; it would appear Interesting to watch the future career of clerks so carefully tended. They ought to make phenomenal men one way or the . other. The Insurance Chronicle says: "Clerks in one of the prominent insurance offices in New : York are not allowed during working hours to nee more than 'one adjective ' to a -noun;' they are required to address the president after the style of a speci fied formal; they are not permitted to wake 'unnecessary noises' although nisamary aolMs which Oo no "cost the ooapany money' will be exoused; lend pencil uitet not he whittled 'away In nj-xeeawy pointing,' blotters must be ur.i M 'toe fall extent f their at f.r " ualtttW etui Ink must not be 'J.- m." y "to -or: ' to jenovt Km I " .&. ;Wlie7 Wf a In stand. '"'' Jio'oowMijr - ::;e ItaUuaf ,HiS MOTHER'S PICTURE. COSTEH My mother 1 Whea I leaned that thou wast dead, Pay, wast tliou conscious of tba tears I bed! Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowinf son. Wretch evea then, Ule's journey Just begun) Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss; ' Perhaps, a tear, if souls can weep in bliss Ah, that maternal tmile! it answers Yes. I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day; 1 saw the hearse that bore thee slow sway ; And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it inch I It was.- Where thon art gone. Adieus and farewells are a sound un known. May I but meet thee on that peaceful shore. The parting word shall pass my lips no morel Thy maidens, grieved themselves at my concern. Oft gave me promise of thy quick return. What ardently 1 Wished, 1 long believed. And, disappointed still, was still deceived. By expectation every day beguiled, Dupe of to morrow, even from a child; Thus many a sad to morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, 1 learned at last submission to my lot; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er for got. A BRIEF SORROW. CHAPTER I. (Continued.) Tom, I have such a charming partner for you for the next dunce." Mrs. Stephenson was saying by this time. '-Come, and I will introduce you." Tom hesitated, and hung back a lit tle sheepishly. "There must bo plenty of others, Mrs. Stephenson; und I I let mo see what is the next dance? A vulse and I don't vulse." "Oh, never mind that! I have my orders, 1 assure you." and she smil ed encouragingly.. "Come, you won't lind her very alarming, and you know you are not a schoolboy now, Tom." So Tom wont, not having time to wonder what Mrs. Stephenson could have meant when she spoko of her "orders'; and Fuith accepted the hand of young Sidney Bertram, a lit tle surprised and disappointed at los ing 'Tom so soon. She was too shy lind insignificant to attract much at tention at an evening party even when, us now. it was only a small one; and she preferred it so; but she hud count ed on Tom as her faithful adherent for the rest of the evening, knowing his schoolboy-like fear of strange young ladies. Alter tho vulse was over Tom did not return, and Faith could not catch sight of him. The noxt dance a quadrille she sat out alone; for there was a scarcity of gentlemen, and then she saw him, in a set at the other end of tho room, with a young lady a small figure in shimmering primrose satin, whoso head scarcely reached his shoulder. Agnes Berkeley, Tom's sister, was dancing in the same set a loll fair girl of only fifteen, but look ing older than Faith, and attracting fur more attention on account of her good looks. Mary Trogollos was sit ting on a lounge with Sir Nestor (iold euey. tho "lion" of tho occasion, a middle-aged baronet laloly returned from India with any number of rupees and a disordered liver, and who seem ed to be trying to make himself agree able to his companion with about the same success as other men had met with. When Mrs. Stephenson had sueeeed id in luring Tom away from Faith's side, she had Itiken his arm and led him across the room to the young lady with whom sho had been talk ing. "Nina, my dear," she said, with her bland smile, "allow me to present to you the elder son of our old friend and neighbor, Mr. Berkeley of tho Manor, near us, who wishes to dance with you. Tom, this is our visitor from London Louise's school-friend, Miss Derwent." Miss Dervvent curtseyed, and Tom made a graceful bow. "I am disengaged for the next dance," observed Miss Derwent gra ciously, in reply to her hostess. "But," said Tom lamely, "I can't valso; I I " "Shall 1 teach you?" suggested Miss Derwent, with a smile that lighted up her small pale face in an odd way that attracted Tom's attention. "I I am airaid I should be very Btunid." he stammered; but she inter rupted him, "Oh no, I am sure you would not!" "There's a kind offer for you, Tom," put in the widow, patron isingly. "Very kind," agreed the young fel low, still hesitating and stammer ing. "And, of course, I could't think of refusing it, if you really mean it." Mrs. Slophonson nodded to them and walked away, and Tom was left alone with his horror a strange young lady. But he did not seem to lind her so terrible. She made a re mark about the heat of the room, and he replied, eyeing her comprehensively the while. Nina Derwent had charms but they were not such as attracted general admiration; thoao whocourted her society were apt to lind her singu larly fascinating. She was small, slen der, fairy-like, with quick movements and an arch smile. She was ono of those women who look well by artificial light, but who require very careful dressing in the daytime to redeem them . from insignificance. But to Tom, who had spent all his life in a country village, who had seen some thing of beauty In his cousin and sis ter, and some of tho rustic maidens of the neighborhood, but nothing of art or coquetry, Nina Derwent appeared a being from another world. - The valso began almost Immediate ly, und Tom's partner found him an apt pupil; for he had a general knowl edge of dancing and a natural ease of movement that surmounted all diffi culties. , "Your step wll) suit mine perfect ly!" the declared, as the music (top ped. ,; '' ' 'w '';,; ' "Then I hope you will danoe with Be again P" bo Mid at onee eagerly . "Oh, I dare say I shall!" . "The noxt" be urged growing bold ir "do glvo mo tho next! I can danoe that without troubling you to teach me. It's a quadrille, " Kim Derwent hesitated, looking bout her, Sir Nestnr (Joldraey was Hill Mf aged with Mary Tregelles, who did not raise, "because tho par son wouldn't like it." Tom had irrev erently declared, when bis step-mother had remarked upon Mary 'a sitting too valses at the county-ball. Mr. Row land was dutifully attending upon hie fiance, Louisa; Sidney Bertram was asking Agnes Berkeley to dance; no body was approaching the corner in which she and Tom were sitting; so she turned to him smilingly. Very well this one. But you must not be unreasonable you know; there are others." Oh, we won't think about the others until they oome," he broke in, eagerly and gratefully; but his speech did not seem to please Miss Derwent, judging from the expression that passed across her face. It was gone in a moment however and she was In quiring vivaciously if that pretty girl in blue was his sister. . If you mean that one," he replied, indicating Agnes "yes, she is." "Ah, I knew it by the likeness!" she declared; and then, catching Tom's glance, she burst out in a little ripple of laughter. "How silly of me to say that! Now, I hope you won't grow conceited!" "Not likely!" he declared bluntly, though he was laughing too. "There's not much flattery wasted over me, I can tell you!" "Perhaps you don't deserve it?" she suggested archly. "What makes you thing that I don't?" "I did not say that I thought so," "I hope you do not think so." After the quadrille was over. Miss Derwent proposed that Tom should take ber to get some lemonade the rooms were so hot. "I'm so sorry I didn't think of it!" he protested penitently. "But, you know" bluntly "that I'm not at all used to this sort of thing." "Are you not?" she queried, raising her eye brows. "1 should have thought you were." Tom blushed like a school-girl at the Implied compliment. "I I don't usually care about par ties and such things." he returned; but they pursuaded me to come to-night; and now I'm very glad I did." Miss Derwent looked up at him and smiled. The boy's brain seemed to whirl. It was his first intoxicating draught of the cup of life. On their way they passed so close to Faith that the lace flounce border ing Miss Derwenl's prim-rose satin dress swept over the girl's feet. Tom did not even see her; for he was gaz ing eagerly down at his companion with a flush on his checks and a light in his eyes that had never shone there before. Agnes Berkeley was In the refreshment-room with Sidney Bertram, and Phyllis Stephenson with hor prospective brother-in-law, together with some others. Tom called his sister rather eagerly and introduced her to his now aequaintanco. Miss Derwent was pleasant and smiling, and plunged into easy conversation with a readiness that Agnes hardly re ciprocated. She was a rather cold mannered girl, with not much to say for herself 'it present, though her face was full of a daily developed Intelli gence. 1 Miss Derwent had an ice, and ale it between her replies to Tom's half whispered remarks and snatches of con versation with Phyllis and Mr. Row land. The latter gentleman asked her for the next value pn the program, and she promised it gaily; but Tom was indignant he had so longed to valso with her again. Nina accepted a cream-cake, first taking off her delicate twelve-buttoned primrose glove, giving Tom a view of a white arm and slender hand; and, when sho was ready to go back, sho put on the glove and essayed to but on it; but Mon declared it a hopeless task and implored Tom's help, with a look up at the tall lad that set his heart boating madly, so that he hard ly know where he was or what he was doing. He broke off the first two but tons that he touched which was not surprising, since it was the first time in his life that he had been called upon to perform such a task. Mr. Rowland came to his rescue with a tiny gold button-hook that he kept in his pocket against such emergencies, or Miss Derwent's glove would have fared badly; and while Tom stood by she scolded him for his awkwarkness, smiling up at him all the while and shaking her little head at him as he looked down at her, his ears tingling, half with shame at his roughness, half with a new overwhelming excitement. "I was so sorry to hear you give away that valse!" Tom said, as he took Miss Derwent back to the dancing-room, her little hand upon his sleeve. "You could not expect to have them all, could you?" she demanded. "Oh, no! But " "There now I must leave youf Here Is my next partner. Never mind" encountering his blank look archly "we shall meet again!" "Oh, yes!" he said eagerly, happy again in a moment at her tone and manner; and then ho went away, not to find a partner for himself, but to sit down at a distance, where he thought she would not observe him, and watch her danclne, talking, smil ing, but not so he fancied as she had danced and talked and smiled with him. ', She was conspicuous among the rest In her obviously town made dress, and had she not been so, his eyes would have found no difficulty in following her he saw no one else in the room. . The danoe after that was Mr. Row land's, and the next Sir Nestor Gold eney's. Tom, sitting by himself and refusing all offers to get him partners, thought that there would be no other chance - for him that night. : He was therefore almost wild with delight when Miss Derwent bestowed upon him the supper-dance, after waiting and hesitating until the last moment; and In due time he found himself walking off with her to tho room la whloh tho sup per was laid, fie had wanted to wait a little, and go when there were few or people present; but Miss Derwent bad insulted en going at tho Tory mo ment when ha was urging hie plea, hurrying him off in a sudden way that puulod him for a moment; but ha was too happy to trouble himself about It. At tho supper labia Mr jraator Gotdonay was at Nina's Mt haod, the Baronet baring taken la Mia Trent, lea; and i'al'h was at Toaa'a rkht band, at ha dUooreitd ftet'a, much to his ama:ement I . -Why, Faith," he sid Mis Iter, went being engaged just then in talk ing to Sir Nestor "what have you been doing with yourself all this time? I've never set eyes on you once since I left you. "Oh, I have seen you!" answered Faith cheerfully. "I have been danc ing sometimes not always; there are ' not gentlemen enough for us all to i dance every time. Agnes has danced j every dance, though. And bow do 1 you like it, Tom? Are you sorry you came?" j Sorry! No awfully glad! I've been having such a jolly evening. Faith! I didn't think this sort of thing was so nice. And, I say. Faith, you must dance with me again, mind '' And there he stopped, hesitating in some embarrassment, unwilling to bind himself to Faith for a dance for which Miss Derwent might possibly be disengaged, and yet suddenly con scious of, and anxious to atone for, his neglect of his old friend. "I'll come presently and see what dances you have to spare," he said rather awk wardly. 'Sir Roger de Coverley' to wind up!" whispered Miss Derwent, turning to Tom at this moment "And will you dance it with mo?" he questioned eagerly, forgetting all about Faith directly. : "Perhaps, if you stand just where I like best." "Of course I'll do anything in the world that you like!" he declared; and sho smiled at him, and turned away again to Sir Nestor. ' Miss Derwent did not leave Tom for long at a time; sho continually made arch observations upon their neighbors and their surroundings, which made hira pronounce her a very clever girl indeed. After supper she danced again with Sir Nestor; and then, tho Vicar hav-! ing appeared on the scene, ho was brought to be introduced to her tho only stranger in the room and she remained in conversation with him throughout the next dance, in spite of Tom's impatience. Sho danced "Sir Roger" with her youthful adorer; und, when the party broke up and he bade her a reluctant good-bye, she gave him a flower from her dress, together with a smile that sent him home in a transport of bliss. TO BE CONTINUED. Trying to Fool a Spider. A gentleman w. s watching some spiders, when it occurred to him to try what effect the sound of a tuning fork would have upon them. He sus pected they would tako it for the buz zing of a Ily. He selected a large ugly spider that had been feasting on liies for two months. The spider was at one edge of its web. Sounding a fork the man touched a thread at the other side and wretched tho result. Mr. Spider had the buzzing sound convey ed to him over his telephone wires, but how was ho to know on which particular wire it was traveling? Ho ran to the center of his web very quickly and felt all around until ho touched the thread against tho other end of which the fork was sounding; then, taking an extra thread along just as a man would take an extra rope, ho ran out to tho fork and sprang upon it. Then he retreated a little way and looked at tho fork. Ho was puzzled. He got on the fork again nnd danced with delight. Kvi dently the sound was music to him. Toronto Globe. A Poetic Language. The language of the Finns is pecu liarly adapted to poetic form. Tho flexibility of its construction, tho va riety and picturesqueness of its ex pressions, the abundance and origin ality of its figures, all tend to make it the fit vohicle of that pootle inspira tion which the Finn recoives from his environment the long dark strotehos of birch and pino forest, wreathed with garlands and fringes of lichens, which in this northern climate aro particularly beautiful, and whose somber shadows form a telling back ground for the leaping cascades and waterfalls, clad In their white mantle of foam. Two Billion Tons of Water. Some Idea may be formed of the vast quantities of waterdls charged by South Fork lake in the Conemaugh valley when compared to the How over Niagara Falls. Kstimating the Niag ara supply at 33,000,000 ton of 3ti cubic feet per hour, and taking the measurement of the lake to have boon 1:( nilles wide with a mien depth of 80 feet, we have the enormous volume of 1,000,000,000,000 tons of water, which would require 20 hours in passing over Niagara Falls. H9 Was Born Too Soon. Officer Houlihan "An' who does this represint, Teddy?" Officer O'Rouke 'Hercules." Officer Houlihan "An' is ho dead now?" Officer O'Rouke (impatiently) "Yis; those four thousand years, ye blamed fool!" Officer Houlihan (sadly) "What a pity look at the club of him. Sure Ub a foine man he would have made on the force!" Quick to Act. Smith I've just taken some of Dr. Quack's medicine; thought I would try a new doctor. Do you know much about him.P , i Jones Yes, a little. A friend of mine took some of his medicine once. , "Did, ehP Was it quick to act?" "Oh, yes; there was crape on tho door the next morning," , Nationality of Cttir Worklugnirm. In the larger to wnfc of the United States stone masonry is moutly done by Italians, Kngilkhmen and Irishmen lay the bricks. The heavy work ef putting on the beam s or of framing nnd pluoing In position the root fulls to the (jerhiua, and irishmen and Americans in bou,t equal numbers do, the plumbing. In u 1)1 the trades except plumbing the best wwkinon, those who command ths stood tent employment, are those of foreign birth tlbut It seem likely that the plumbing trsun 1 destined to bo largely In the hands of hatlves. Certain descriptions of labor, suoh as the building of equeduots and bridges, formerly dona by Irishmen, are now oerrlotl out by Italians, by wnoui also the fruit trade is nearly munopolUed. We look to! the Uermana for our lager and to the Kreudti largely for our eoufeolloaory and restaurants, and In inure esaes than net we flaU Unit a siievlal din toribuUon riVlrade is effect! by the several An trtshaum aimed Caaoy died recently taA'uerauevery we.lthy. Uy his will bet ttoOen. J. A. WhllWmson of Iowa, y f tit a aMlllon dollars for a faver to v -ir Mf eft forgotten. THE OXE SAFE REIMCE. Talmage Karnes the One Straight Way to the Heavenly Gates, "He Saving Look" was the Inbject of ths Eminent Divine's Sabbath Diaeoarse faith ths Gift of God Look ts Jeans and le Shall Tind It It win a thoroughly spiritual disooune that Rev. T. De Vi itt Talmage delivered from the Tabernacle pulpit in Brooklyn on Sun day. The subject was: "The Saving Look," and the text Hebrews xii. i: "Looking unto Jesus." Dr. Talmage said: In the Christian life we must not co slip shod. This world was not made for us to rest in. In time of wur you win find around the streets of some city, far from the scene of conflict, men In soldier's uni form, who have a ripht to be away. They obtained a furlough ana they uru honestly and righteously on duty; but 1 have to tell you in this Christian conflict, between the first moment when we euliaiuudor the ban aer of Christ, and tho last moment in which we shout the victory, there nev er will be a single instant in which we will have a right to be off duty. 1'aul throws all around this Christian life the excite ments of the old Koniuu and (ire chin games tnose games that sent a man on a race, with such a stretch of nerve and muscle, that Fometimc9 when he came up to the froal, he dropped down exhausted. Indeed, history tells us that there were cases where men came up and only had strength just to grasp the goal and then fall dead. Now, says this apostle, making allusion to those very games we are all out to run the race, not to crawl it, not to walk it but "run the race set bc ore us, looking unto Jesus," and just as in the olden times, a man would stand at the end of the road with a beautiful garland that was to be put around the head or brow of the successful racer, so the Lord Jesus ( tirist stands at tho end of the Christian rm e with tho gar land of eternal life, and may Cod grant that by his holy spirit we may so run as to ob tain. The distinguished Wclliston, the che mist, was asked where his laboratory was, and the inquirers expected to be shown Rome large apartment tilled with very expensive apparatus; but Welliston ordered tiis ser vant to hrmir on a tray a few glasses and a retort, and ho said to thn inquirers; "That is all my lalioratory. I malco all my ex periments with those." Now, 1 know that there are a ereat many who take a whole library to express their tlienlosy. Tliuy have so many theories on ten thousand things; but I have to say that all my theol ogy is compassed in tlieao three words: "Looking unto Jesus," and when we can understand the height and the depth mid the length and the breadth and the in tin it v and the immensity of that passage we can understand all. I remark in the first plai'O, we must look to Christ as our personal Saviour. Now, you know as well as 1, Unit man is only a blasted ruin of what he once was. There is not so much difference between a vessel coming out of Liverpool harbor, with pen nants Hying and the deck crowded with good cheer, and the guns boomliifr, and that same vessel driving against Long Island coast, the drowning passengers ground to pieces amid tho timbers ot tho broken up steamer, as there is between man as he came from tho hands of i.od, equipped for a grand and glorious voyage, but atter ward, through tho pilotage of the devil, tossed and driven and crushed, tha coast of the near future strewn with tho fragments Of an awful and eternal shipwreck. Our body is wrong. How easily it is ransacked of disease. Our mind is wrong. How hard it is to remember, and how easy to forgeU Tno whole nature dis ordered, from the crown of the head to the sole of the loot wounds, bruises, putrefy ing sores. "All have sinned uud come short of the glory of God." "By one man sin entered into the world awll death by sin, and so death has passed ulnn all men for ihat all have sinned." Thin; is in ltray.il a plant they call the "muilerer," for the simple reason that it is so ftoisonous it kills almost everything it touch, it begins to vind around tho root of llif trefc, and com i aii up to tho branches rcih'hos nut to tho cods of tho branches, killi(ig the tree as it goes along. When it has come to the tip end of the branch the teo is dead. Its seeds fall to the ground and start other plants just as murderous. And so it is with sin. It Is a poisonous plant that was planted in our soul a long while ago, and itcomes windinganout tho body nnd tlio mind and tho soul, poisonins;, piosoning, poisoning killing. Rilling, lull in? as it goes. Now, 1 hero would be no need of my discoursins upon this if there were no way of plucking out thut plant. 1 1 is a most inconsiderate thing for me to come to a man who is in unancial trouble and enlarge upon his trouble if I have no alleviation to olTor. It is tin unfair thing for me to come to a man wlio is sick and enlarge upon his disease if I have no remedy to offer. But I have a riL'lit to come to a man in financial dis tress or physical distress if I have finan cial re-en loreement to offer or a sure cure to - propose. Blessed bo God that among tho mountains of our sin there rolls and reverberates a song of salvation. Loud er than all the voices of bondage is tho trumpet of Cod's deliverance, sounding: "Oh, Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself, but in me is thy help." At the barred gates of our dungeon, the conqueror knocks and tno ninges creak anu grind ac me swinging open. The famine struck pick up the man na that fulls in the wilderness and the Hoods clap their hands, saying: "Drink, oh thirsty soul, nnd live forever," mid the feet that wero torn and deep cut on tho rocky bridle path of sin now come into a smooth place, and the dry alders crackle ns the panting hart breaks through to tho water brooks, and the dark night of tlio soul begins to grow gray with the morn ing, yea to purplo, yea to flume, from horizon to horizon. Tho batteries of temptation silenced. Troubles that fought against us captured and made to tight on our side. Not, as a result of any toil or trouble on our part, but only as a result of "Looking unto Jesus." "But what do you mean by 'Looking unto Jesus!' " some one inquires, i mean faith. "What do 'you meau by faith f" I mean believing. "What do you mean by believing!" 1 mean this: If you promiso to do a certnin thing for me, and I have confidence in your veracity if you say you will give me such a thine and 1 need it very much, I como in confidence that you are an honest man and will do what you say. Now, the Lord Jesus Christ says : "You are in need of pardon and life and heaven, you can have them if you come and get them." Yousny: "I can't come and ask first. I am afraid you won't give it to me. " Then you are unbelieving. Hut you say : "1 will come and ask. 1 know, Lord Jesus, thou art in earnest about this mut ter, t como asking for pardon. Thou hast promised to give it to me, tlinu wilt give it tome, thou hast given it to me." That is faith. Do you see it yeti "Oh," says some one, "I can't understand it." No man ever did, without divind help. Faith is the gift of God. Youlsay: "That throws the responsibility off mv shoul ders " No. Faith is tho gift of God, but It comes in answer to prayer. Ah over glortoua It my T.ord, He mum bo loved nnil y-t n tornl) IIIh worth if nil the iritlons knew, Sara tno whole eaiili would luvj ulin, too. I remark again, that we must look to Jesus as an example. Now, a mere oopylst, you know, Is always a failure.) If a painter go to a portfolio or a gallery of art, how over exquisite, to get his idea of the natural world from these pictures, 'he will not succeed as well as the artist mho starts out and dashes the dew from tlio grass and seos the morning just as God built it in tho clouds, or poured it upon tho mountain, or kindled it upon the sea. Peoplq wondered why Turner, the famous English painter, succeeded so well in sketching a storm upon the ocean. It remained a wonder until It was found out that several times ho had been lashed to the deck in the midst of a tempest and then looked out upon the wrath of tha sea, and coming home to his studio, he pictured tha tempest. It la not the copyist who suc ceeds, but the man who confronts the natural world. So if a man in lltorarv composition resolves that he will imitate the smoothness of Addison or the rugged vigor of Carlylo. or the wctrdnosa of Sinnaer. or the eplgrammlo style of Hslnh Waldo Emerson. he will not succeed as well as that man who cultures hla own natural style, what Is true In this roapoet is truo In respect to character. There wore men who were fascinated with Lord Uyron. He was lams and wore a very Urge oollsr. Then there ware tons of thousands of men who resolved that they would bo Juat like Lord Uyron, and thoy limped and wore large oollsrs, but they did not have any of hla genius. You osnnot successfully copy a man whstlmr he Is bad or good. You may take the vary best man that ever llvs-l and try and IWa like him, and you will make a tallura. there nsver was batter man than Xdwira Pay so a, Many have read his Morraphy, not nOer stsnding that ka was sick sua, and they thought the.v were growing la grace because they were f rowing like aim ia depression of spirit There wero men to copy Cowper, the poet, a glorious man, but sometimes afflicted with melancholy almost to insani ty. The oopyiats got Cowper's faults but none of his virtues. There never was bnt one Being nt to copy. A few centuries ago he came out through humble surroundings, sad with a gait and manner and behavior different from anything the world had seen. Among all classes of peolie be was a perfect model. Amongflshermen. he showed how ttshorinan should act Among taxeatherers, he showed bow laxgatherers should act Among law yers, he showed how lawyers should act Among farmers, he showed how tarmers should act Among rulers, be showed how rulers should act Critics tried to find in bis conversation or aermona something unwise or unkiud or in accurate; but they never found it They watched him, oh how they watched him 1 He never went into a house but they knew it and tnev knew how long he stayed, and whea he came out, and whether be had wine for dinner. Slander twisted ber whips and wagged her poisoned tongue and aet her traps, but could not catch him. Little children rushed out to get from him a kiss, and old men tottered out to the street corner to see him pass. Do you want an illustratiou of devotion, behold him whole nighta in prayer. Doyu want an example of Buffering, see his patu across Palestine tracked with blood. Do you want an example of patience, see him abused and never giving one sharp retort Do you want an example of Industry see him without one idle moment Do you want a specimen of sacrifice, look at his life of self denial, his death of ignominy, his aepulcher of humilnuon. Oh what an example! His foet wounded, yet he sub mitted to the journey. His back lacerated, and yet he carried the cross. Struck, he never struck back again. Condemned, yet he rose higher than his calnininators, and with wounds in his hands and wounds in his feet and wounds on his brow and wounds m his side, he ejaculated : "Father forgive them, they know not what they do." Ah, my brethren, that is the pole by which to set your compass, that is the headland by which to steer, that ia the light by which to kindle your lamps, that is the example that wo ought all to follow. How it would smooth out the roughness in our disposition, and tho world would be impressed by the transformation nnd would say: "I know wluit is the matter with that man, he has been with Jesus and has learned of htm." A lexander was eoine along with his army in Persia and the snow and ice were so rrcat that tbe army halted and said: "We can't tsarch any further." Then Alexan der dismounted from his horse, took a pickax, went ahead or bis army and struck Into the ice und snow. The soldiers said: "If lie can do that, we can do it." and they took their picks and soon the way was cleared and the army marched on. So our Lord dismounted from his glory, and through all icy obstacles hews a path for himself and a path for us. saying: "Follow me ! I do not ask you to go through any battles where 1 do not lead the way I f ol low me!" Again I remark, that we are to look to Christ as a sympathizer. Is there anybody in the house to day who does not want sym pathy f 1 do not know how anybody can live without sympathy. There are those, however, who have gone through very rough paths in life who bad no divine arm to loan on. H ow they got along I do not ex actly know. Their fortunes took wings in soiiio unfortunate investment and fiew away. The bank failed, and they buttoned up a penniless pocket. Huthless speculators carried off the fragments of an estate they wero twenty-five years in gettine with hard work. How did the.v stand it without Christ! Death came into the nursery and there was an empty crib. Ono voice less in the household. One fountain less of joy nnd laughter. Two hands less, busy all day long in sport. Two feet less to go bounding and romping through the hall. Two eyes less to beam with love and glad ness. Through all that house shadow after shadow, shadow after shadow until it was midnight. How did they get through iti I do not know. They trudged tho great Sahara witli no water in the goat skins. The.v plunged lo their chin in the slough of despond and had no one to lift them. In an tinsoa worthy craft they put into a black. Kuroel.vdon. My brother, my sister, there Is a balm that cures tho worst wound. There is a light that will kindle up tho worst dark ness. There is a harbor from tho roughest ocean. You need and may have the Saviour's sympathy. You cannot get on this way. I see your trouble is wearing you out body and mind and soul. I come on no fool's errand to day. I come with a balm that can heal any wound. Are you sick! Jesus was sick. Are you woaryi Jesus was weary. Are you persecuted! Jesus was persecuted. Are you bereaved! Did not Jesus weep over Lazarus! Oh, yes, like a roe on tho mountains of Bether Jesus comes bounding to your soul to-day. There is one passage of Scripture, every word of which is a heart throb: "Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest " Then there is another passage Just as good: "Cast thy burden on the Lord nnd ho will sustain thee." Oh, there are green pastures where the heavenly shep herd leads the wounded and sick' of the ilock. Tho Son of God stands by tho tomb of Lazarus and will gloriously break it open nt tho right time. Genesaret cannot toss its waves so high that Christ cannot walk them. The cruse of oil will multiply into an illimitable supply. After the orchard seems to have been robbed of all its fruit, the Lord has one tree loft, full of golden nnil ripe supply. The requiem may wail with gloom and with deatn; but there cometh after a while a song, a chant, an anthem, a battle mnrch, a jubilee, a coronation. Oh, do you not feel the breath of Christ's sympathy now, you wounded ones, you troubled ones! If you do not, I would like to toll you of the chaplain in the army who wns wounded so he could not walk, but ho heard at a distance among the dying a man who said: "Oh, my God!" He said to himself: "I must help that man though I can't walk." So he rolled over and rolled through his own blood and rolled on over mnny of tho slain, until ho caino where this poor fellow wus suffering and he preached to him tho comfort of Hie Gospel, and with his own wound he soomed to sooth that man's wound. It was sympathy going out towards an objoct most necessitous, and ono that he could easily understand. And so it is with Christ, though wounded all over himself, ho hears tho cry of our repentance, tho cry of our bereavement, tho cry of our poverty, the cry of our wretchedness, and he says: "I must go and help that soul," and he rolls over with wounds in head, wounds in hands, wounds in feet, toward us, until he comes just where we aro woltering in our own blood, and he puts his arm ovor us-and I see it is a wounded band -and aa ho throws his arm over us I hear him say: "I have loved thoe with an everlasting love." These instruments of earthly music, so easily racked into discord, compared with' tho harps that thrill with eternal raptures, and the trumpets that are so musical that they wake the dead. These Btreets along which we go panting in summer heat or shivoring in winter's cold, and the poor man carries his burden and the vagrant asks for alms, and along which shuffle tho feet of pain and want and woe, cotn Parod with those streets that sound forever with the foet ot joy and holiness, nnd those walls made out of all manner of precious stones, the light lnterahot with renectiona from jaaper ana chrysolite and topaz and aardonyx and beryl and emerald and chrysoprasus. Oh, the contrast between this world, where we struggle with temptation that will not be conquered, and that world where it is perfect Joy, perfect holiness and perfect rost! Said a little blind child: "Mamma, will I bo blind In heaven!" "Oh, no, my dour," replied the mother, "you won't be blind in heaveu." A little lame child Ruid: "Mamma, will I be lame in heaven!" "No," she replied, "you won't ho lttmo In heaven," Why, when the plain est Christian pilgrim arrives at the bonven ly gate it opens to him, and as the angels come down to escort him in, and they spread the banquet, and they keep festival ovor the august arrival and Jeaua comes with a crown and savs, "Wear this," and with a palm and says, "Wave this," and polnta to a throne and says, "Mount this." Then the old cltlsna of heaven come around to hear tbe newcom er's recital of doltverance wrought for hlra, and as the newly arrived soul tells of ths grace that pardoned and the mercy that saved hhn. all the inhabitants shout U? ,of Jh0 .SlB orJfltt' "Praise llltnl PralaeHIm!" Quaint John Hunya eaught a glimpse of that consummation whin he saldi 'Must as Iho gates worn omnet'. to let in the man, I looked lu after them, and behold the olty ahoun Ilka the sunt the streets were also paved with gold ana la them walked many men with erowns on their heads, and gold en harps to sing Drain withal And after that they that up toe galea, whloh whoa I had seen 1 wished myi 'If asMa taent." A MODEL TOWN. Tha Visitor American Working-men to Saltalre. England. While ia England the party of American workingmen sent to the Paris exposition visited the Yorkshire town of Saltaire, founded in 1853 by Sir Titus Salt, and members of the party wrote very entertainingly of what they saw. At each home visited the busy house, wife greeted the inquisitive Americana with a smile. Limited for time, and our people, writes one, our party all asked questions at once; but, noth ing daunted, the good woman answered in her own way. The information re ceived seems to indicate that, lew, if any, of the workers of Saltaire expect to get rich, or oven accumulate enough to embark in business on their own ac count However, none die from want, as ample provision has been made by the founder of Saltaire for the care of the poor by the erection of almshouses, 1 the outward appearance of which are even more inviting than the dwellings of the operatives. One housewife said her family con sisted of four persons. The father and son worked in the mill, the former a weaver earning 26 shillings a week, the latter a sorter earning 10 shillings a week. This family lives in four rooms, for which they pay a weekly rental of 3 shillings 3 pence. The cost of living, not including clothing, is 26 shillings a week. Breakfast and supper usually con sist of mils sops, coffee or tea, bread and butter, and, when not too dear, e.?gs. Meat is served nearly every day, with such vegetables as carrots, cabbage, and potatoes. We interviewed many people, the answers being usually almost the same as given by this family. Some said they were idle nearly half the time during the winter. It would seem that the earnings of the father in the case - mentioned wero consumed in rent, coal, light, and furnishing the table. With the son's earnings, 10 shillings a week or $130 a year, four persons are to be clothed. There are no saloons iti Saltaire and no evi dences of disorder. The people ara clean, intelligent, and happy, or, at least, as well satisfied as could be ex pected. On the whole, it would not pay the American operative to ex change places with the operative of Saltaire. The women well, who has not heard of the "Yorkshire lass"? But no hearsay can . properly portray this particular typo of womanhood. They have well-developed forms, nature showing in every outline, cletir-cut, strongly marked features, character istic of modesty, fidelity, and virtue. Their light hair and fair skin ara In contrast with their melting, liquid brown eyes, while tho glowing flush of health upon their cheeks outrivals En gland's emblem, the red, red rose. The thrift and housewifely qualities of the maiden are manifest in the wife by the neat, tidy appearance of tho cozy little home over which they preside unruffled by the ambitions that unset tle the lives of so many of their sisters. Forgot Something. "Could I get a letter back that I dropped in a box tip-town abou t an hour ago?" a9ked an anxious old wo man at the general-delivery window of the New York post-oHiee the other day. "No, you couldn't," was the reply. "Letters dropped in the boxes must go the regular course. They can't ba re turned to the writer." "Coyn't? Well, that's too b .d. It's a real important letter to a darter o' mine livin' a few miles out o' Jersey City, and here I was green enough to mail it without backin' it proper, an' I'm' feared it'll be a long time glttin' to her. You couldn't have the miiilin' clerk finish backin' it?" "I don't know, but I doubt if I could. May be I can, though. What's miss ing from the address?" "Well, It's addressed to Mrs. Susan Ann Honeyman, box 247, Jersey City." 'Isn't that all right?" "Yes, all right for as it goes; but it's a real important letter, and I forgot to put 'in haste' on it, that's all. If you'll just hunt it up and " But the crowd swept her away from the window before the sen tence was finished. Time. Tonng Seals. Very soon after landing the females are delivered of a young seal a pup it is called. It is sold that no case of twins has ever been recorded. After that she has more or less of a loose foot, going to the sea for the food when ever she wishes and only taking caret to come back once every three or four days to suckle her young. The old! male remains in his harem and lights. The lines of each male's lot are as rigidly fixed as though by a survey. Everything within those linos is hie and any other male touches it at his peril. But if a pup wanders outside the lines the male takes no further Interest In it and will not pay any at tention to it until it returns. The young seals have a fondnoss for hud dling together in groups of fifty or a hundred. The mother seal returning from the soa and seeking her own pup will go up to the group nearest tho harem to which she belongs and will utter a call. By a wise provision of nature the young seal is porpetuiilly uttering a peculiar cry like the bleat of a sheep. Thousands of such bleats will be going up all around, but the mother oan pick her own pup's cry from them all and as soon as she hoars It .pushes Into the group, nnd, seizing; the young seal, lugs It off to dinner. If the doesn't hear it after two or three oalls the takes a nap and then, tries again. No seal pup oan toll Its own mother. When It fools hungry It goes around trying dlfforent ferauloa until It finds tha right one. No mother will luoklo any but her own. A lactam oa fruit should always beg l with a pear oration. Merchant Traveler.