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An Imaginative Discourse On the Heavenly Constellations. The Divine Nfiture as Illustrated Iy "The Pleiades ami Orion"--Euch World a Koom In tlie "Many Mansions" Provided for tlio Redeemed. The subject o£ the following sermon, re cently delivered in the Brooklyn Taber nacle by llev. T. DeWitt Talmage, was llie Pleiades of Orion," the text being: Seek Him that mnlteth the seven stars and vrion.—[Amos, v., S. „fA^°,l'lUl farmel' wrote this text—Amos, of Tekoa. He plowed the earth and •the srniu b-v a now threshing- l?o 'n,e 3ust invented, as formerly the cat fn,it of ti thC graiu- Ho gathered the fiuit of the sycamore tree and sacrificed it LtHn!"' n"0n °.°mb 5ust befor3 "g.rli,e'as ^as 14 was necessary in that way to take from it the bitterness. He was son of a poor shepherd and stuttered, but belore the stammering rustic the Phillis tines and Syrians and Phoenicians and Moabites and Ammonites and Edomites and Israelites trembled. Moses was a law giver, Daniel was a prince, Isaiah a cour tier and David a King but Amos, the author of my text, was a peasant, and as might be supposed, nearly all his parallel isms are pastoral, his prophecy full of the odor of new-mown hay, and the rattle of locusts and the rumble of carts with sheaves, and the roar of wild beasts devouring the floclc while the shepherd came out in their defense. He atched the herds by day and night, in habited a booth made out of bushes, so that through these branches Ue could see the stars all nightlong, and was more familiar •witl.it hem than we who have tight roofs to our houses and hardly ever see the stars exempt among the tall brick chimneys of the great towns. But at seasons of the year when the herds were in special dan ger, he would stay out in the open field all through the darkness, his only shelter the curtain of the night, heaven with the stel lar embroideries and silvered tassels of lunar light._ What a life of solitudo, all alone witli his herds! Poor Amos! and at •twelve o'clock at night, hark to tho wolfs bark and the lion's roar and the bears growl and the owl's te-wliit-te-whos, and the ser pent's hiss as he unwittingly steps too near while moving through the thickets So Amos, like other herdsmen, got tho habit of studying the map of the heavens because it was so much of tho time spread out before him. He noticed some stars advancing and others receding. He asso ciated their dawn and .setting with certain seasons of the year. He had a poetic nature and ho read night by night and month by month and year by year the poem of the constellations, divinelv rythmic. But two rosettes of stars especially attracted his attention while seated on the ground or lying on his back under the open scroll of the midnight heavens—the Pleiades, or seven stars, and Orion. Tho former group this rustic prophet associated with the spring, as it rises about the first of May. The latter he associated with the winter, as it comes to the meredian in January. The Pleiades, or seven stars, connected with all sweetness and joy Orion the herald of the tempest. The ancients were the more apt to study the physiognomy and juxtaposi tion of the heavenly bodies, because they thought they had a special influence upon the earth, and perhaps they were right. If the moon every few hours lifts and lets down the tides of the Atlantic Ocean, and the electric storms of last year in the sun, by all scientific admission, affected the earth, why not the stars have proportion ate effect? And there arc some things which make me think that it may not have been all superstition which connected the movements and appearance of the heavenly bodies wit'u great moral events of earth. Did not a meteor run on evangelist errand on the first Christmas night and designate the rough cradle of our Lord? Did not the stars in their course light against Sisera? Was it merely coin cidental that before the destruction of Jerusalem the moon was eclipsed for twelve consecutive nights? Did it merely happen so that anew star appeared in con stellation Cassiopia'and then disappeared just before King Charles IX. of France, who was responsible for the St. Bartholo mew massacre, died? Was it without sig nificance that in the days of the Roman Emperor Justinian war and famine were preceded by the dimness of tho sjjn, which lor nearly a year gave 110 more light than the moon, although there were no clouds to obscure it? Astrology after all may have been something more than a brilliant heathenism. No wonder that Amos of the text, having heard these two anthems of the stars, put down the stout, rough staff of the herdsman and took into his brown hand and cut and knotted fingers the pen of a prophet, and advised the recreant peo ple of his time to return to God, saying: "Seek him that makeththe seven stars and Orion." This command, which Amos gave 785 years before Christ, is just as appropriate lor us, A. D. 1885. I11 the first place Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made the Pleiades and Orion must be the God of order. It was not so much a star here and a star thero that impressed the inspired herds nian, lut seven in one group and four in tin- other group. He saw that night after ni^ht and season after season and decade after decade they had kept step of light, each one in its own place, a sisterhood nover clashing and never contesting pre cedence. From the time Hesiod called the Pleiades the "seven daughters of Atlas, and Virgil wrote in his iEneid of "'Stormy Orion," until now, they have observed the order established for their coming and Roiiig order written not in manuscript tliat may be pigeon-holed, but with the ml of the Almighty 011 the dome of the s! y, so that all nat ions may read it. Order. Persistent order. Sublime order'. Omnip otent order. What a sedative to you and nie, to whom communities and nations sometimes seem going pell-mell am «orld ruled by some fiend at hap-hazard, and in all directions mal-adiuinistration. The God who keeps seven worlds in right circuit for (1,000 years can certainly keep all the affairs of individuals and na tions and contineuts in adjustment. We had not better fret much, loi tlie peasant's argument of the text was f'Sht. If God can take care of tlie seven worlds of the Pleiades arn^the lour eliiei worlds of Orion, he can probably take cai Hit one world *vve inhabit. So 1 very much as my father felt one day when we £ciiigtotbe country mill to ge- giigt ground, and I, a boy of seven years, sat in the back part of the wagon, and our yoke of oxen ran away with us, and along a labyrinthine road through the woods, so that I thought every moment we would be dashed to pieces, and I made a terrible outcry of fright, and my father turned to me with a face perfectly calm and said: "De Witt, what are you crying about? I guess we can ride as fast as the oxen can run." And my hearers, why should wo be affrighted and lose our equilibrium in tho swif£ movement of the worldly events, es pecially when we are assured that it is not a yoke of unbroken steers that are drawing us on, but that order and wise government are in the yoke? In your occupation, your mission, your sphere, do the best you can and then trust God, and if things arc all mixed and disquieting and your brain is hot and your heart sick, get some one to go out with you into tho starlight and point out to you the Pleiades, or, better than that, get into some observatory and through the telescope see further than Amos with tho naked eye could, namely, 200 stars in tho Pleiades, and that in what is called the sword of Orion there is a nebula computed to be two trillion two hundred thousand billions of times larger than the sun. Oh, be at peace with the God who made all that and controls all that the wheel of the constellations turning in tlie wheel of galaxies for thousands of years without tho breaking of a cog or the slipping of a band or the snapping of an axle. For your placidity and cpmfort through the Lord Jesus Christ I charge you, "Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion." Again Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two groups of the text was the God of light. Amos saw that God was not satisfied with making one star or two or three stars, but he makes seven, and having finished that group of worlds makes another group, group after group. To the Pleiades he adds Orion. It seems that God likes light so well that he keeps making it. Only one being in the universe knows the statistics of solar, lu nar, stellar, meteoric creations, and that is the Creator himself. And they have all been lovingly christened, each one a name as distinct as the names of your children. "He telleth the number of the stars he calleth them all by their names." The soven Pleiads had names given to them, and they are Alcyone, Merope, Celaeno, Electra, Sterope, Taygete and Maia. But of the billions and trillions of daugh ters of starry light that God calls by name as they sweep by him with beam ing brow and lustrous and robe. So fond is God of light, natural light, moral light, spiritual light. Again and again is light harnessed for symbolization—Christ, the bright and morning star evangelization, the daybreak the redemption of nations, sun of righteousness rising with healing in his wings. Oh, men and women, with so many sorrows and sins and perplexities! if you want light of comfort, light of par don, light of goodness, in earnest prayer through Christ, "Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion." Again, Amos saw, as we must see, that the God who made these two archipela goes of stars must be an unchanging God. There had been no chaage in the stellar appearance in this herdman's lifetime, and bis father, a shepherd, reported to him that thero had been no change in his lifetime. And these two clusters hang over the celestial arbor now just as they were the first night that they shone on Edenic bowers, the same as when the Egyptians built the pyramids from the top of which to watch them, the same as when the Chal deans calculated the eclipses, the sams as when Elihu, according to the Book of Job, went out to study the aurora borealis, the same under Ptolemaic sys tem and Copernican system, the same from Callisthenes to Pythagoras, and from Pythagoras to Herschel. Surely a change less God must have fashioned the Pleiades and Orion. Oh! what an anodyne amid the ups and downs of life, and the flux and re flux of the tides of prosperity, to know that we have a changeless God, tho same yesterday, to-day and forever. Xerxes garlanded and knighted the steersman of his boat in the morning, and hanged him the evening of the s^tme day. Fifty thou sand people stood around the columns of the National Capitol shouting themselves hoarse at the Presidential inaugural, and in four months so great were the antipa thies, that a ruffian's pistol in Washington depot expressed the sentiment of a great multitude. The world sits in its chariot and drives tandem, and the horse ahead is Huzza and the horse behind is Anathema. Lord Cobham, in King James' time, was applauded and had $35,000 a year, but was afterward execrated and lived on scraps stolen from tlie royal kitchen. Alexander the Great after death remained unburied for thirty days, because no one would do the honor of shoveling him under. Tho Duke of Wellington refused to Have his iron fence mended because it had been broken by an infuriated populace in some hour of political excitement, and he left it in ruins, that men might learn what a fickle thing is human favor. "But the mercy of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting to thom that fear him, and his righteous ness unto tho children's children of such as keep his covenant and to those who remem ber his commandments to do them." This moment "Seek him that maketh the soven stars and Orion." There are two kinds sermons I never want to preach—the one that presents God so kind, so indulgent, so lenient, so imbe cile, that men may do what they will against him, and fracture his every law and put the cry of their impertinence and rebellion under his throne, and, while they are spitting in his face and stabbing at his heart, he takes them up in his arms and kisses their infuriated brow and cheek, saying: "Of such is the kingdom of Heav en." The other kind of sermon I never want to preach is the one that represents God as all fire and torture and thunder cloud, and with red-hot pitchforks tossing the human race in paroxysms of infinite a 'ony. The sermon that I am now preach ing believes in a God of loving, kindly warning: the God of spring and winter the God of the Pleiades and Orion. You must Silt remember that the winter is just as important as the spring. Lot one winter pass without frost to kill vegetation and ice to bind the rivers and snow to enrich oar fields, and then vou will have to enlarge your hospitals and your cemeteries. A green Christmas makes a fat graveyard-' was the old proverb. Storms to purify the air. Thermometers at ten degrees above zero to tone up the system. December and Jan uary iust as important as May and June. I tell you we need the storms of l.fe just as much as we do the sunshine. There are more men ruined by prosponty than by adversity. If «e had our own way in life before this we would havo been impersonat tions of selfishness and worldliness and disgusting sin, and puffed up until wc would have been like Julius Caesar, who was made by sycophants to believe that he was divine, and tho freckles on his face were as the stars in tho firmament. One of the swiftest transatlantic voyages made last summer by the Etruria was becauso she had a stormy wind abaft, chasing her from Now York to Liverpool. But to those going in an opposito direction the storm was a buffeting and a hiuder ance. It is a bad thing to have a storm ahead pushing us back, but if we arc God's children and aiming toward heaven, the storms of life will on(y chase us the sooner into the harbor. I. cm sc glad to believe that the monsoons and ty phoons and mistrals and siroccos of land and sea are not unchained maniacs let loose upon the earth, but under divine su pervision. I am so glad that tho God ol the Seven Stars is also the God of Orion. It was out of Dante's suffering came the sublime "Divina Comedia," and out of John Milton's blindness came "Paradise Lost," and ont of miserable infidel attack came the Bridgewater treatise in favor of Christianity, and out of David's exile came the songs of consolation, and out of the sufferings of Christ came the possibility af the world's redemption, and out of your bereavement,your persecution,your pover ties, your misfortunes may yet come an eternal heaven. Oh what a mercy it is that in the text and all up and down the Bible God induces us to look out toward other worlds! Bible astronomy in Genesis, in Joshua, in Job, in the Psalms, in the prophets, major and minor, in St. John's Apocalypse, practically saying: "Worlds! worlds! worlds! Get ready for them." We have a nice little world here that we stick to as though losing wo lose all. We are afraid of falling off this little raft of a world We are afraid that some meteoric iconoclast will some night smash it, and we want everything to revolve around it, and we are disappointed when we find that it revolves around the sun in stead of the sun revolving around it. What a fuss we must make about this little bit of a world, its existence only a short time be tween two spasms, the paroxysm by which it was hurled from chaos into order and the paroxysm of its demolition! And I am glad that so many texts call us to look off to other worlds, many of them larger and costlier and more resplendent. "Look there," says Job, "at Mazzaroth and Arct urus and his sons!" "Look there," says St. John, "at the moon under Christ's feot!', "Look there," says Joshua, "at the sun standing still above Gideon!" "Look there" says Moses, "at the sparkling firmament "Look, there," says Amos, tho herdsman, "at the seven stars and OrionDon't let us be so sad about those who shove oft from this world under Christly pilotage. Don't lot us be agitated about our own go ing off this little barge or sloop or canal boat of a world to get on some Great East ern of the heavens. Don't let us persist in wanting to stay in this barn, this shed, this out-house of a world when all the King's palaces already occupied by many of our best friends are swinging wide open their gates to let us in. When I read, "In my Father's house are many mansions," I do not know but that each world is a rooaz and as many rooms as there are worlds, stellar stairs, steller galleries, stellar hall ways, stellar windows, steller domes. How our departed friends must pity us, shut up in these cramped apartments, tired if we walk fifteen miles, when they some morn ing, by one stroke of the wing, can make circuit of the whole stellar system and be back in time for matins. Perhaps yonder twinkling constellation is the residence of the martys, that group of twelve luminaries is the celestial home of the apostles. Perhaps- that steep of light is the dwelling-place of angels cherubic, seraphic, archangelic. A man sion with as many rooms as worlds, and all their windows illuminated for festivity. Oh, how this widens and lifts and stimu lates our expectation! How little it makes the present and how stupendous it makes the future! How it consoles us about our pious dead, that instead of being boxed up and under the ground, they have the range of as many rooms as there are worlds, and welcome everywhere, for it is the Father's house, in which there are many mansions! O, Lord God of the Seven Stars and Orion, how can I endure the transport, the ecstasy of such a vision! I must obey my text and seek him. I will seek him. I seek him now, for I call to mind that it is not the material universe that is most valuable, but the spiritual, and that each of us has a soul worth more than nil the worlds which the inspired herdsman saw from his booth on the hills of Tekoa. I had stud ied it before, but the Cathe dral of Cologne, Germany, never im pressed me as it did this summer. It is ad mittedly the grandest Gothic structure in tho world, it foundations laid in 1218, only two or three years ago completed. More than COO years in building. All Europe taxed for its construction. Its chapel of the Magi with precious stones enough to purchase a kingdom. Its chapel of St. Agnes with master-pieces of painting. Its spire springing 511 feet into the heavens. Its stained glass the chorus of all rich colors. Statues encircling tlie pillars and encircling all. Statues above statues until sculpture can do no more, but faints and falls back against carved stalls and down on pavements over which the kings and queens of the earth have walked to confes sion. Nave and aisles and transept and portals combining tho splendors of sunrise. Interlaced, interfoliated, intercolumned grandeur. As I stood outside, looking at the double range of flying buttresses and the forest of pinnacles, higher and higher, until I almost reeled from dizziness, I ex claimed: "Great doxology in stone! Frozen prayer of many nations!" But while standing there I saw a poor man en ter and put down his pack and kneel beside his burden on the hard floor of that cathe dral. And tears of deep emotion came into my eyes as I said to myself: "Thore is a soul worth more than all tho material surroundings. That man will live after the last pinnacle has fallen, and not one stone (j fall that cathedral glory shall remain un crumbled. He is now a Lazarus in rags and poverty and weariness, but immortal and a son of the Lord God Almighty and the prayer he now offers, though amid many superstitions, I believe God will hear, and among the Apostles whose sculp tured forms stand in the surrounding niches he will at last be lifted, and into the presence of that Christ whose sufferings are represented by the crucifix before which lie bows, and be raised in due time out of all his poverties into the glorious home built for him and built for us by 'Him who maketh tlie Seven Stars and Orion.'" A FALL AMUSEMENT. T,,° w.'r"10 Wlrn a Humorist Wanted 'Iftcen-Forit Arm and Courage. ?»aturo must havo created me with tho bump of susceptibility to tlie blandishments W notoriety fully developed. I have in my timo owned a saw-mill without a waier power. a tast horse that couldu't trot, a sa loon witnout a license, a mortgage without a foundation, a Florida farm under the water, a Western house on paper. Besides this stupendous array, I've backed a pugilist .who couldu't fight, I've betted heavily on a bull-ting that turned tail and fled at tho first growl of his rival, I've taken my prize pumpkin to tlie county fair and gazed with envious eyes upon the other fellow's diplo ma, I've painted pictures that didn't sell, written books that no one read, I've been manager of a base-ball club and ran once for path-master, I've hired a man to weed my garden and he stole all my onion seed lings, I was disappointed in love, hut got .there, Eli, alter the other fellow Canadiated during the financial upheaval of his bank, 4've dabbled in stocks, but as a stock dabblist I do not not toot my bazoo in sten torian eclat 1 have all this to answer to when the great book of the world's peram bulating failures shall be opened, and Bill Nye, I and two or three other fellows shall be called up to the bar and asked to give an explanation in Choctaw why we got left during tlie great scramble. I WENT UP GARKET. The other day 1 went up garret to sort out stovepipe for our sitting-room stove. I was once allowed the benign privilege of applying the first person singular when I wished to mention any of my chattels. I look back on that period of my life as a dream rudely disturbed by gushing wiles, soothing-syrup bottles, Easter bonnets and sister-in-law. The proverbial mother-in law has been my steadfast friend through out all the trying ordeals of my married life, such as settling for last winter's coal, paying the cook who kicked when I drew the line at canvass-backed ducks for her cousin the eagle-eyed policemen who wields the club and is a frequent visitor of my little side door. Yes, I can safely say that my mother-in-law has been my firm friend. My sisters-in-law have impoverished me quite. Their fellows spark in my front parlor they flatten the chair springs, wear out the carpet, rub the paint olf the door step, and cause my gate to assume the post ure of chronic debility. However, lhat is neither here nor there— though they're mostly here, so to»speak. As I said before, I went up garret to sort out stove-pipe for our sitting-room stove. To the man of average patience, or stability and human endurance this might seem to be one of the pleasantest tasks thrown in the way of a male victim of domestic ex perience. The devil is blacker than he's painted, and Solomon in all his glory is a chromo rival to the tiger lily by the bull trog pond—but, the sorting out of a sitting room section of a stove pipe surpasseth the •comprehension of mankind, unless you've been there. The neighbors for miles around must have stored their stove pipe Sn my garret. I never saw such a stupend ous conglomeration of Buss and sheet ironed either with rusty trimmings in all Jmy life. Outside the yellow leaf, fast turning to russet, was rattling against the dry limbs of the maples. The lordly rooster perched upon the rail fence and clarioneted his challenge to the weather vane on the horse barn. The drowsy bee was asleep, for the latent sun wasn't so latent as wonst it wast. The cowboy didn't throw stones at the pud dle frog: the puddle frog has crawled into his hole and pulled the hole in after him. In United States honest Injun, the auspici ous winter is in the near future, and it's time to erect the five-dollar-a-ton demolishes That's why I am up in the garret sorting out stovepipe, my dear. I took a survey of the lield and my heart went 'way down 6tairs, slunk into the cellar and tried to hide among tho cobweb-covered bottles. Phys ically, it would luve taken a forty-horse derrick to lift my heart back to its wonted pedestal of pristine couraf". Mentally—I am strong on the mental, even if I do wear a tliirty-two-inch chest tape when I get measured for a vest—I commenced my vigorous onslaught upon that pile of pipe. The sectiou I wanted, that is, the first sec tion, was upon the top of the fcile, lying up among the rafters. 1 tried to reach it. I could not. I thought I would step upon the lowest bit of pipe, and, from tlie ele vated position, I could readily reach the de sired pipe. I did that is, I stepped upon the pipe, but 1 didn't reach far enough to grasp in a tangible manner the reached-for object. Perhaps, if I had had an arm about fifteen feet long and sufficient cour age to back it I might have grasped the pipe as I lay upon my back at the foot of the garret ladder. Bet heavily on your lo cal ball club, go in full swipes on star RICOCHET MOVEMENT. green, do what you please to tantalize the game of chance, but a blind pool to a green jap paper weight you don't mount a reclin ing stove pipe with any degree ot success. I was now determined to get that bit of pipe if it took all fall and part of tho win ter. I pulled off my coat and crawled up the ladder. Ah! I espied a clothes pole lying on the floor. I took the pole, poked it through the iunocent pipe and lifted it up slowly. 1 once got out of the way of a mad dog I also managed to escape tho headlong dash of a policeman who was try ing to reach a couple of men fighting. I never tried to get out of range of a stove-pipe slipping down a clothes-pole before. Be fore I could say scat! that pipe struck both hands, barked my lingers, performed a rico chet movement and stabbed me over tlie left eye, not forgetting to slice off the lob* of my right ear, and scalping me from 'veneration" to "language." With my life's blood oozing from my abused body and nose, 1 snatched up the two first lengths of pipe handy and backed down the ladder. Now, a man who will attempt to' back down a steep ladder in a narrow pass age way, with four feet of rusty stove-pipe under each arm, ought to be shot I was. The end ot one pipe caught against the round of tlie ladder, and I was shot clear to to the bottom. It was a clean fall, and when I recovered, my wife, my children and my sister-in-law were weeping over me. A inan from the stove store pnt up the stove and pipe. I've come to tlie con clusion never to sort any more pipe.—if. & Kdlcr, in Doslon Globe. CRIMINAL NEGLECT. All Improvement Whose Construction Should Re Mucin Compulsory. AVhen wc reached Toledo I looked at my watch. We had barely ten minutes to get across to the Union Depot and catch the Canada Southern train. It looked like an impossibility, but to an old traveler there is no such word as f, a, 1, e. I tossed my boy into tiie nearest carriage, hurled my sister in after him, ran down tlie platform like a mad man, tore the checks from my baggage (I always call my room my apartments, the check on my trunk, my checks, and my family physician, my physicians there is so much embonpoint and coup d'etat in a plural), dragged my trunks to the carriage myself, and shouted to the astonished liackman: "An extra dollar if we catch the Canada Southern!" How that man did drive. Rackety swat over the pavements of Toledo, over a telegraph messenger boy on this corner and within an inch of going over a wheelbarrow at a crossing, but the wheelbarrow, being alone, was more act ive than the messenger boy, and so got out of the way. Over the bridge, like an ar row in spite of legal prohibition, down to the Island House and here we are. I thrust the hackman's pay and extra fee Into his honest palm, had the trunks off the car riage before he could touch it and whirled it up to the baggage-room. "Trolt!" I yelled. "Lively now—have tick't in min'tP* Away I fiew to the ticket office, knocking people right and left, followed by the in spiring cheers and pleasant remarks of the multitude. "Tick't, 'Troit!" I shouted to the agent, snatched up my ticket, threw down my money, ran away without my change and found my trunks checked. I seized it by the remaining handle, yanked it off the truck, and hauling my now affrighted family along with the other hond, I flew toward the track where the Canada Southern should be standing. But a quiet, grave looking man with a railway uniform on stopped me. "Where are yon doing?" he said quietly. "Detroit!" I yelled. "G'out o' my way, 'r I'll ride ye down." "But your train is not ready," lie said, persuasively "it doesn't start for nearly an hour yet You should not get so excited. The baggage master will take care of that trunk and I will call you when the train is ready. The waiting room is just at that further end of the station." Any man's watch is liable to run down and stop, but that is no reason why the I RETIF RETIRING ROOM ronfooLpfismsms people who loiter about railway stations should be fools. There is too much broad, glaring publicity about our American railway statious. There should ha more privacy, more exclusiveness. At every railway station where peo ple of the upper classes are liable to be misled as to the standard and running time of inactive watches and thus be led into somewhat extravagant action, there should be a long, deep, dark hole, about fifteen miles long, extending under the nearest range of mountains for the citizens of the upper classes to retire into until the coarse hilarity of the vulgar crowd should have expended itself.—Burilette, in Broolsr lyn Eagle. IF. (A respectful rerversion of Swinburne.) If damsels fair and youthful Hut meant the things they say. Ah, thou wlntt joy to listen When eyes of tizui-o glisten. And tender words and truthful Om-fears iliul doubts Hlliiy! If damsels lair and youthful hut mount the things they say. If maidens never flirted, And men were never false If matrons never ehidod And wall-llowers ne'er derided, One's eares inizlit he diverted By gliding through a wultzj If maidens never liirted Aud men were never false. If bores were nover present. And boors were nover seen Tf tfli-Is in their tenth season Would only list to reason. 'Twould reader much more pleasant Society, I ween. If bores were never present, And boors were never seen. —Hamblen A Doubtful Case. The frequency with which Pete Beasely appeared in the courts of Austin as a wit ness has caused considerable excited com ment, unfavorable to his veracity. "Have you not been guilty of perjury in your testimony in this case?" asked a law yer on the cross-examination. '•May be so, but 1 can't swear to it," was the pert reply.—Texus SiJ'tlngs. Stocks Would Be a Picnic* First Tramp—Ye look down in yer luck, Bill. "Wot ye doin'?—dabblin' in stocks? Second Tramp (just from Delaware)— Naw. I aint dabbled in r.o stocks. I toyed wid de whippiu' post, though an' stocks 'd be a picnic aside o' ilat— RamlAer, Tlt% A GORGEOUS TROUSSEAU. Kile. Nevada's Incomparable Bridal aad Professional Outfit* Mile. Nevada's bridal and profes sional trousseau was, a few days prior to her wedding, on exhibition at the fiancee's apartments in he Hotel do I'Athcnee, All tho American ladies in Paris and the French fashionable world attended this exhibition. There are, he writes, dinner, ball, concert, visiting and traveling dresses, and various easy-fitting and picturesque toilets to be \vorn at home—that is to say, in the railway car in which the dica will re side during her tour through the United States. A blue satin robe, with long train and trimmed with marguerites and long, silvery grasses and bluish jet with silver sheen, excited the greatest admiration. It had a moonlight ell'ect. A traveling pelisse of blue velvet, and hat, mulT and wrap to match, were of royal blue velvet, lined with soft satin quilted over eiderdown and trimmed with a soft, long, gray fur of rare beauty. Each of Mile. Nevada's con cert dresses is to accord with the char acter of the operatic heroine whose melodies she is to sing when wearing it. All are elegant and costly, but some aim at an air of girlish simplicity. Others are of regal magnificence, and with the footlights shining on them will afford delight to the American ladies who go to hexr the California canta trice. The pocket handkerchiefs bear the names of the characters Mile. Ne vada has personated. Thus one set are marked Gilda, another Lucia, a third Mignon, and so on. Under garments of cobweb fineness, in which cambric, muslin, delicate linen and Valencien nes and Mechlin laces were artistically combined, were heaped on the side ta bles. The shoe and stocking depart ment was remarkable for variety of designs, colors, elegance of finish and smallness. For each dress there was a separate pair of shoes and set of thread or silk stockings. Mile. Nevada's num ber is seven, a fact which will give some notion of the Cinderella-like as pect of her foot. In the jewels was a back comb with a large spiral orna ment in diamonds, the gift of Mme. Mackay.—Cor. London Netus. WASHINGTON STATUES. Fortunes Invested in Stone and Bronze Statuary. Washington City has a great deal of money invested in statuary, and some of it may be looked upon as a mighty poor investment. Greenongh's naked statue of Washington cost 8-15,000, and the statue of Liberty away up there on the Capitol dome cost S'25,000. Clark Mills, the sculptor, received great sums from the Government, though he died comparatively poor. Fifty thousand dollars was the price paid him for An drew Jackson, who sits upon a rearing horse opposite the White House, and he received another $50,000 for his equestrian statue of General Washing ton in AVashington Circle. Another $50,000 statue is that of General Thomas in Thomas Circle, and it must make the tax-payer happy as he looks at it to remember that Congress paid $25,000 for the pedestal, and that the four bronze lamp posts around the base eo3% $4,000 apiece. Away off to the east of the capitol, in Lincoln Square, three thousand pounds of brass represent Abraham Lincoln givingfree dom to the negro. The statue cost $1.7,000, but it was paid from contribu made up by the freedmen of the South. General Nathaniel Green stands in a park northeast of the capitol at a cost of $50,000, and in Scott Circle, General Winfield Scott has been embodied in bronze for $45,000. Vinnie Ream's statue of Farragut cost $20,000. The statue of McPherson, together with its pedestal, cost about $50,000, and down in Rawlins Square, southwest of the White House, there is a bronze statue of General Rawlins which looks just as well, at a cost of $10,000. In addition to these there is the statue of Prof. Henry in the Smithsonian grounds, which cost a small fortune, that of Ad miral Dupont, opposite Blaine's, which represents a large enough sum to pay several times a Congressman's salary, and the beautiful bronze statue of Mar tin L'.ither in front of the Lutheran Memorial Church, which cost but $5,000, aud is as line a piece of statuary as you will find this side of the water.— Carp, in Cleveland Leader. DESERVES KILLING. A Villain in Maine Who Invented a Machine to Abolish Hunking Bees. The romance of corn-husking has gone. In the good old times when the corn was ripe for the harvest the farmer would gather it in great heaps around his barn, aud while the moon was at the full invite the neighbors to a husking party, The farmers' girls and boys would come from far and near, and in a few short hours the bushels of ears would be stowed away in the cortr. housc, while the boys searched eagerly for the red ears that, according to cus tom, gave them the privilege of claim ing a kiss from some one of the blush ing, rosy-cheeked damsels of the com pany. Then, after the work was done, the happy couples enjoyed the ample feast of pumpkin pie, apples and cider, while the joke and merriment went on, often ending in an old-fashioned dance in the ample barn or on the well scrubbed kitchen lloor. But. now, after years of labor, an inventive genius "down in Maine" has invented a corn husking machine which is said to do the work complete, making no pause when a red ear comes along, doing the work of twenty-live men. Thus is pass ing away one of the rare and radiant occasions fc*fun in country life, about which tho rustic dreams and the farmer la.«,s paints lovely mind-pictures framed wi'th red ears and kisses.—Boston Globe. —The case of Mrs. Langtry is one for the advanced women of America to consider. If woman is the superior person and, as in Mrs. Langtry's case, can pension off a husband, why should she not pay off his debts? Men, so long as they held to a superiority, msde laws against themselves in this respect, and were liable for their wives' debts. Now that women make all the saoney, do they still wish to shrink all responsibility?-—.^ Y. World.