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TALMAGE'S SERMON.
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
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gathered the
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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.

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