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VOL IV. MACEDON, N. Y., SATURDAY, DECEMBER -12, 1891. NO. 8. The New TorkPr«» marvels that \Her' •tana. Odrichs's offer of $500 to any one •who can ptovo that a human being has •ever been bitten by a snarls; has not yet •been claimed.\ In Germany 5,500,000 women earn their living by industrial pursuits, in England4,000,000, in Franco 3,750,000, in Austria-Hungary about the same, and in America, including all occupations, •something over 2,700,000. It is said that the majority of business men in Paris, France, give up their busi­ ness at forty, if by that time they have acquired even a modest competence, and do not trouble themselves about commer­ cial pursuits for the future. The Scientific American boasts that tho finest stationary engines made ia tho •world, for economy, durability and elegance in design, arc made in the United States. English engines are ofton bulky and clumsy. French engines are frequently erratic in design and fragile in construction. Tho Agricultural Department, Victoria, Australia, has imported thirty variotiee of American corn and millet, togethei with samples of American can-grown flax and bctnp, as well as Russian flax lot experimental purposes. Farmers willing to cultivate these samples and furnish re­ ports of the results aro being supplied with seed General 0. W . Howard, commanding the Department of the Atlantic, says in speaking of the Chilian ruetion: \W e aro in much better condition for a coast attack thau many people dream. We have only to mention new cruiser3, new torpedo boats, abundant torpedoes,float­ ing batteries, new guns of longest reaches and heavy caliber, splendid mor­ tars, new mortar batteries recently con­ structed, not forgetting our young, gal­ lant and ambitious navy \ Tho Louisville Courier-Journal re. marks. \No less thau six of the United States of America have at various times become railroad proprictors.but in every instance State ownership has proved a failure, aud the properties have been conveyed to private owners. This fact is of considerable interest at the present time, when so many ill-advised enthusi­ asts propose State management as a panacea forall ills It may be ndded that the difficulties attending the Gov­ ernment management of railways in South Africa and Australia are no­ torious.\ SEN D OUT THE SUNLIGHT . Send out tho sunlight, the sunlight of cheor, Shine on earth's sadness till ills disappear, Souls are in waiting this message to hear. Send oat tho sunlight ia letter and word; Speak it and think it till hearts are all stirred— Hearts that are hungry for prayers still un­ heard. Send out the sunlight each hour and each day, Crown all tho years with its luminous ray, Nourish the seeds that aro sown on the way. Send out the sunlight! 'tis neodel on oarth. Send it afar ia scintlllant mirth, Better than gold in its wealth giving worth ! Send out the sunlight on rich and on poor, Silks sit in sorrow—and tattera endure, All need the sunlight to strengthen and cure. Send out the sunlight that spoaks in a smile, Often it shortens the long, weary milol Often tho burdens seem light for a while. Send out the sunlight—the spirit's real gold' Givo of it freely—this gift that's unsold, Shower it down, on the young and the old t Send out the sunlight, as free as the air! Blessings will follow, with none to compare, Blessings of peace, that will rise from de­ spair' Send out the sunlight' You have it in you! Clouds may obscure it just now from your view Pray for its presence' Your prayer will come true. . —Ellen Dare, in Chicago Inter-Ocean Tho Adjutant-General of the United States Army has written a letter to tho Presidents of railitury colleges, saying: \The Secretary of War is of opinion that the law of Congress nnd the action of tho college authorities in nceeptiug, under tho law,arms and ammunition and i the detail of an officer of the army for the purpose of military instruction, es­ tablishes the national character of that institution Under these facts ho con­ siders that the National Government has the right to require and should insist that on all occasions when a flag would bo required by United States army tac­ tics or regulations tho national flag of the United States be. used \ Southern California has had the gold fever and the real estate croze, and noil it sees riches beyond \the dreams of avarice\ in oranges. There is the El Cajon Vulley, thirteen miles south ol Sau Diego, for instance. It is eight miles by four, and under the blessed in­ fluence of irrigation begins to exhale the sweetness of oraDfte blossoms aud the ripening fruit. A short timo ago it was a parched wilderness. Wator is supplied by tho flumes of two companies, the Riverside and the Alle3andro, which charge tho agriculturist §120 a year for 4,730,400 gallons, a quantity sufficient to irrigate ton acres planted with orautro trees the year round. The air is balmy and fr03t an infrequent visitor. Land sells for 5150 to $500 the acre. Orange culture begin with the shipment of young trees from Florida,and raisin growers aro now plowing up their vinoynrds and planting oranges, because the crop is •easier to harvest and tho incomo from it greater. A ten-acre orchard will con­ tain about 750 trees, planted twelve by fSurtecn feet apart. Each tree when twelve years old will produce say four­ teen boxes, which sell for $2 to $3 a box, according to quality, each box holding 200 oranges. Tho buyer pays so much for the grove, and packs and ships at his own expense. Trees begin to beat at fivo years, but the product, which in­ creases overy year, is then only two boxes to the tree. From tho Qgurc3 given above it can be estimated that ten acres of twelve-year-old trees would be worth $21,000 to $31,000, less expense, to tho grower every year. ThU, of courso, if tho maximum showing, but, admitting tho cost of labor and materials to bo nn email item, a very comfortable margin of. profit would /emain. THE NEW CUMTE. BY KATE WALLACE CLEMENTS. \You haven't seen him yet? Well, that's a pity. lie's quite a catch I'm told; young, handsome and single. Why don't you set your cap for him, JIattie? You've got as good a chur.ee as tho rest of them, and twenty-six is not old by any means \ Sho leaned over the garden gate, as she spoke, this veritable village gossip. I can see her now, with her great poke bonnet, from beneath which the cluster­ ing gray ringlets peeped; the keen blue eyes that seemed to read your very thoughts, the trim little figure clad al­ ways in ample skirts of sombre brown or Quaker gray Never was there a wedding, funeral or christening in the village without this estimable lady's presence. What a harmless little lady she appeared, and how incapable of carrying about that wonderful budget of information. How nicely she imparted her knowledge to her listeners, beginning with, \Well I don't mind telling you,\ or \They do say, but of course you can't believe everything,\ and ending with, \That's between jou and me, it will go no farther.\ I was busy in the garden that morn­ ing, training some early June roses; my thoughts were not the brightest, scarcely in harmony with nature, who was decked in one of her brightest mantles. It was quite unnecessary for Mrs Briggs to re­ mind me of my age, I was thinking seri­ ously of it. Twenty-six! not very old to be sure, and yet, not very young to an unmarried woman. I must be content with fewer laurels, less conquest\. I must step out of the field as it were, and leave the romance and the day dreams to younger and fairer girls. It mattered Mttle to mo, whether the new curate was yo'.mgand unmarried,orn portly old fellow with a wife and gtown daughters. At heart I disliked this in­ terfering old woman who had broken in upon my reverie I thanked her kindly for her advice, telling her that at present I had no intention of setting my cap for any one, not even the new curate; so saying I went back to my work and the roses. \There Mattic, don't get riled,\ she said. \Ot course it's nobody's business if you re going to leave yourself an old maid, but take my advico aud don't spend your time lrctting and worrying over Bob Preston, for he ain't wuth it nohow.\ She shook her head wisely and was off, before I had time to recover from the cruel thrust that had opened tho old wound, Robert Preston and the past. I had tried to guard my heart to trample under foot the old love. I could have lnughed at my girlish folly as if it were a dream, until a thoughtless word had brought back the past, like the dead risen to life again, or a smouldering tire that needed but a gentle breeze to make it a burning flame. One by one, the roses dropped from my hands. Ono by one, the blinding tears fell. I was only a weak woman after all, as, coveriug my fuco with my hands, I sobbed, \Robert oh, Robert! why were you false?\ It all came back to mo, that visit to Aunt Martha's, where I iirst met Robert Preston, a young student just returned from college. 1 cannot tell you all those bright, happy day dreams. How I loved him and waited for the happy day when he would ask rac for that love. Ho read his answer in my tell-tale face before my lips uttered it. So, engrossed with Robert's society, I took little heed of other matters, scarcely giving a thought to the fact that a youug lady, the daughter of a deceased friend of my aunt's, was going to make her homo with us. She came. From the moment I looked upon her lovely face my happiness was gone. I was a pretty girl, fair and fra­ gile, yet one might as well compare a simple little daisy to a full blown poppy or a rich, red rose, as my frail beauty to this girl's exquisite loveliness. For a time my love was unchanged. I laughed in my foolish heart at my doubts and fears. At times I would find his serious eyes wandering from mo and resting admiringly on the beautiful face of Kathleen Lee. No man could Tesist that wondrous fas­ cinating face. She nover encouraged him, hut the drooping lids, the faint flush, the trembling of her little hands, ill told plainly that she too loved him. How I suffered. In my mad jealously I grow to almost Bste the child. He loved mo before 3he camo with her beau­ tiful flowerlike face to rob mo ot that lovo. Was she blind that she did not see that wo were betrothed? I prayed that she might go away and leave us to ourselves once more, and Robert would go back to his old fond ways. His caresses wore growing colder, his kissos lighter. I spoke of his scorning neglect; ho answered lightly, taking both my hands in his, and looking fondly at mo: \Nonsense Mattio. Do you know, my little girl, that you arc growing .aearer and dearer to mo every day? For a timo I was satisfied, trying to be content with but a share of his love. Wo were seated in the garden ono afternoon in tho early autumn, Robert, Kathleen nnd I. She was looking un­ usually pretty in a dress of soft India mull. My lovor had just paid her a Well- merited compliment, when Aunt Martha camo to us. \Robert she said, placing her hand fondly on his shoulder as she spoke, \will you gather somo grapes for moi I find some of the bunches hang so high. Tho girls will go with you and hold the basket.\ He arose to comply with her request, Kathleen was at his side in a moment, while I refused to join them, feigning a severe hcadashe. \They do not want me,\ I reasoned with myself. I watched them as they walked away together, be carrying tho little wicker basket, and she tossing hor bright curls with that coquettish air that camo so natural to her. I cannot tell you what tempted mo to follow them; it mu3t have been some evil genius. Slowly, I walked down the pathway, taking every precaution, however, not to bo observed. Seated upon a littlo rustic bench, I could see every movement of my lover and Kathleen. How lovely sho looked standing in the orchard, the sun­ light falling athwart the lovely upturned face, on which a smile rested. Never was seen a fairer vision. Her sleeve of soft texture falling back showed the shapely outstretched arm. Sometimes a peal of merry laughter would fall upon my ear. They did not miss me, not even Robert; he was con­ tent with Kathleen. The basket was full to overflowing and still they lingered. Ono bunch of luscious grapes,the last gathered, was in Robert's hand. Ho stooped to place it with the others when tbeir eyes met, their hands touched Was I dreaming? Alas, no. I saw him stoop and kiss her fondly. I waited no longer. With a cry of pain I turned and lied to the seclusion of my own room, where I sobbed out the troubles of my young heart with only God to bear inc. ! I went away quite unexpectedly. I wa3 homesick, I told Aunt Martha. I left a letter for Roberts, giving no ex­ planation of my conduct, simply telling him it was better tb-it we should part. I was a proud girl and would not stoop to acknowledge a rival. I remember taking the ring he had given me, from ray hand. Oh, what a struggle it cost me to place it with that letter—the last I should ever write to Robert I came home to mother, who was nuitc an invalid, and needed all my care. 1 never heard of Robert save once through Aunt Martha who wrote: \Ot course, Muttic, you've not for­ gotten Robert, whom, to speak candidly, I you treated rather unkindly. He has gone to New York to practice medicino. He is doing well.\ An old newspaper had fallen into my hands where an account was given of a brilliant reception Among the guests wero tho namc 3 of Dr Robert Preston and wife, I knew that it was Robert and Kathleen. I made no inquiries, and receiving no further information, took it for granted that Aunt Martha's kindness of heart prevented her from again referring to tho past. I closed my heart forever. The world will never know mo as a disappointed woman I thought, flattering myself that I had quite succeeded in deceiving hu­ manity iu general, until the go3sip had come upon me with her idle words, bringing to life tho bitter past that I thought I had buried years ago. ****** \Going to service, Mis3 Kenwood?\ It was my neighbor who asked tne ques­ tion, Marcia Hall. A dear little girl with the utmost faith in mankind in general. I smiled iaintly as I caught sight of the now bonnet with its dainty ribbons, evidently gotten up for the new curate. \Young nnd foolish,\ thought I. \Wait until she is six and twenty and I'll wager she will not buy a new bonnet for all the new curates in town. I had not yet fully recovered from Mrs. Briggs's unkind remarks and was determined to show her my disinclina­ tion to \set my cap,\ as she termed it, by appearing iu au exceedingly unbe­ coming gown. I was really disappointed, on catch­ ing a last glimpse in tho mirror, to find that notwithstanding my plain toilet and my six and twenty years, I was still a pretty woman, and to hear my mother say, ns I stooped aud kissed her: \How well you're looking, Mattio.\ How crowded the little village church was. Everybody was there, even that hateful Mrs. Brigg3. I caught a glimpse of the great poke bonnet as I walked quickly to my seat. They wero singing as we entered yet I scarcely heard them, feeling rather embarrassed at coming in late to be stared at by almost the entire congregation. I sank wearily back among the soft cushions, gladly taking refuge behind a huge palm-leaf fan kindly proffered by a portly old gentleman beside me. Now a hush, a slight flutter among the congregation, a rustic of garments, with now and then a subdued whisper as tho pulpit was rolled close to the chan­ cel, and the new curate ascended. \He's just lovely 1\ whispered Marcia, pulling softly at my sleeve. »i'-Do' look at him Miss Kenwood.' 1 I kept my eyes downcast. If every woman in the congregation cast glances of admiration, I was determined to do otherwise. \Am I my brother's keeper J\ was tho text. Clear and distinct came the words of tho speaker. Tho first words had caused my heart to beat wildly. How like that voice of long ago, that rich, soft voice that had pleaded for my love. I listened like one in a dream, until I raised my eyes to see before me Robert Preston! Changed, to bo sure; not tho bright boyish face of long ago. There were linos of care and suffering on it now, while tho dark hair was streaked with silver. Was Kathorine dead? I wondered. Had he given up his practice? Was he happy? Fifty different queries crowded upon my memory. Why had fato thrown us once more together? One thing I was determined upon. I must leave the vil­ lage. I dared not trust my3clf further. Reason as I would, my heart told mo that I loved him still. It was all over! I could hear the whispered comments of the worshipers on the eloquence of the new curate. Tho singers were chanting in that nasal, drawling tone so natural to village choirs, and still I sat dreaming. \Are you coming? asked my compan­ ion; then ns I arose mcchanisally to obey: \Don't you like him, Miss Ken­ wood? Do tell me. You listened so at- teutively, and once, as I looked at you, I thought you were going to faint. Are you ill?\ \Ye3 like him,\ I said aloud, while my heart whispered: \God pity me, I love him.\ AYe were out once more in the bright sunshine, coming quite unexpectedly upon a little group, comprised of tho wealthier members of the congregation gathered around the new curate. They had learned that he was a man of wealth and standing, choosing his calling sim­ ply as a matter of taste. Some one, I think it was the pastor's wife, presented me to him Our eyes met; our hands touched, as, resting these serious eyes upon me, he said: \I have had tho ploasure of meeting Miss Kenwood before.\ I cannot tell you how it all happened that we wero all walking through tho churchyard toward tho highway, and I found myself alone with Robert. I was the first to break tho silence. It pained mo to think it was a commonplace re­ mark. \How is Kathleen?\ I asked, on en­ deavoring to show how little I cared for the past; and how, without betraying the slightest emotion, I could inquire for his wife. \Kathleen?\ He looked rather dazed at the question. \I believe she is well, but not happy, poor girl.\ He believed she was well. How strange? He had grown weary of her as of me? Was he utterly devoid of honor? \Not happy, I said, and toyed nerv­ ously with tho roses of my bodice. \She should bo very happy as—as—your wife,\ I faltered. 'As my wife?\ he said, gazing at mo in blank amazement. \Did you—O, Mattiel you have judged me wrongly. I never married Kathleen.\ He looked like a man upon whom a sudden truth had dawned, or one ac­ cused of a great wrong who was at length able to prove his innocence It was in the twilight before service that he told me all. The notice concerning Robert Pre3tou and wife reforred to his cousin. Ho had entered tho ministry from choice, hnving come into possession of an ample fortune. True, ho had ad­ mired Kathleen, as a man would admire a beautitul woman, never entertaining however, tho slightest feeling of love for her. The scene in tho orchard was but a simplo ru3e gotten up by Robert and Kathleen to excite my jealousy, little dreaming of tho serious result. Kathleen made a most unfortunate match. Like most beautiful women, making a poor selection from her many suitors. Poor girl! what a dear, kind letter sho sent us, telling how pleased she was to learn we were rounited. \Just to think of it,\ said Mrs. Briggs. \He camo back to her after tho other girl had givea him the mitten. I wouldn't take him, would you?\ Wo can afforld to laugh at her idlo gossip, we are so happy, Robert and I. I smilo proudly to think thnt without \setting my cap\ I havo captured the new curate af­ ter all.— Yankee Blade. SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON FOR SUNDAY, DEC. 13 . The Man With a Lantern. After nightfall, along the 3000 miles of the Canadian Pacific Railroad, no mat­ ter how bare the prairie nor how wild or desolate the mountain or lake shoro, any one standing on the rear platform can see every few miles a lantern in tho hands of a trackwalker, who, after tho train passes, resumes his duty along the track. It is. a rule on this road that after the passage of each train the road­ way shall be carefully inspected, and particularly tho bridges, for fear that somo spark from the locomotivo may have set Are to them. Along hundreds of miles between Ottawa and Winnipeg, over tho prairies of Assiniboia and Al­ berta, aud through tho mountain ranges far west, tho humble hut of tho railway track repairer or guard, is ofton the only human habitation that is scon for long stretches.— Olezeland (Ohio) Leader. The Swamp Angel. The Swamp Angol'was an eight-inch, 200-poundcr Parrott rifled gun, mounted by the Federal troops in a morass on Morris Island, Charleston Harbor, in 1863. On August 22 and 23 the city of Charleston, five and one-half miles distant, was shelled, tho gun bursting at tho thirty-sixth shot. - After the war tho Swamp Angel was sold for old metal and conveyed to Trenton, N. J., but having been identified it was sot up on a granite pedestal at the'.corner of Perry and Clin­ ton\ streets in/> that city.—- JDctreit Free Preti. ' ' V \Christ Risen,\ Joh n I, 1-18. G-olden Text ; Rom. v'l' -3 <i Commentary . 1. \Tho first day of tho week comoBB Mary Magdalene early, when it was yet dark, unto tho sepulcher, and soeth the stone taken away from the sepulehor \ She was ono o£ those who saw His death and burial, then with tho others returned and prepared spices and ointments, and rested tho Sabbath day according to tho command­ ments (Mark xv., 47, Lukoxxiii., 55, 50). 2. \Then sho runneth and eoruethto Simon Peter and t o the other disciple whom Jesus loved, and saith unto them. They have taker away tho Lord out o£ the aepulchor, and wo know not where they have laid Him.' Thero had boon an earthquake and a resur­ rection not only of the body o f Jesus, as He had foretold, but also ot tho bodies of many of tho saints (Math, xxvii., 51-53i, nnd whet Mary and tho other women reached the tomb an angel sat upon the stono by the mouth of tho tomb and said that Jesus wai risen (Math, xxiii., 1-0) Mary Magdalout was tho first to run with tho tidings to the disciples, but sho did not tako in the angol'i word that He was risen any more than she had received Jesus's ow n word that Hi would rise. How fearful is unbelief! 3. \Peter therefore went forth, and that other disciple, and came to the sepulcher \ 4. \So they ran both together, and the other disciple did outrun Peter, and came to the sepulcher \ 5. \Au d he, stooping down and looking in, saw tho linen clothes lying, yet went h< not in.\ Joseph and Niconeinus had wrappec tho body in linen clothes with about a hun­ dred pounds' weight of myrrh and aloe; (chapter six., 39, 40) . Hnd His body been taken away by either friends or foes thej would not likely have disrobed it, friends would not, and enemies would not have beet careful to leave tho clothes lying even h they disrobed it. 0. \Then cometh Simon Peter followinj him, and went into the sepulcher, aud seetti the linen clothes lie.\ Impulsivo as usual the same Peter who would die with Him before he would deny Him, who would wall on the water to Him, aud who a littlo latei cast himself from theboat into the sea to gc to Jesus. And yet it is Peter who by thi spirit teaches us that \a meek and quiel spirit is in tho bight of God of great price;' and that we ure t o be \clothed with numil ity,\ and take things patiently until tin revelation of Jesus Christ. (I Peter i., 13 ii , 20, ili.. 4, v, o, 0.) 7. \An d the nnpkin that was about Hii head, not lying with tho linen clothes, but wrapped together in a place b y itself.\ Who wrapped up tho napkin that was abou' Jesus's head and laid it by itself Or better still, what is tho significance o f the fact? Lei those tell who know; I am still pondoring it in m y heart, while waiting for the garments of light never to be laid asid.. 8. 'Then wont in also that other disciplt which came first to the sepulcher, aud he saw and believed.\ He saw the clothes and tho napkin and that tho bodv was gone, and he now fully believed Mary's story that tho Lord's body was taken away, but that Jesus had actually risen from tho dond tho next verse would seem to teach us they do not yet believe. 9. \For ns yet they knew not the Scrip­ ture, that Ho must rise again from tut dead.\ 10. \Then the disciples wont away agnit unto their own home.\ Had He not risen all preaching and faith would be vain, ah people would be yet in their sins, all the dead havo perished (I Cor. xv., 13 10), and yet thi! great fact being alt but proved to these fore­ most disciples, they go disconsolate to theii homes. Ob, what patience our Lord hai with them and with us. Let us be patient with all who still cling to earth instead of heaven. 11 \But Mnry stood without at tho sep ulcher weeping, nnd as sho wept, sho stooped down and looked into th8 sepulcher \ She loved Him greatly, sho was truly His dis ciple (fo were Peter and John), but it wnsall dark, her heart was sad, her tears flowod fast, and why? Sho was unbelieving, and looked for the dead when sho ought to have been looking up t o seo tho living. 12. \Andseeth two angels in white, sit­ ting, tho ono at tho head and the other at the feot, whore the body of Jesus had lain.'- When He died Ho committed His spirit into tho hands of His Father, tho angels kept guard over His body. We wonder what thoy thought of that other guard whom one of them caused almost to die with fright (Math, xxviii., 4) What have you committed tc Jesus's cnre.and how fully aro you persuaded that He does and will care foryo u and keep all you have committed unto Him ' 13. \An d thoy say unto ber, Woman, wh y weepost thou? She saith unto thorn. Because they havo taken away my Lord, and I know not where they have laid Him.\ 14. \An d when sho had thus said sho turned herself back, and saw Jesus stand­ ing, and knew not that it was Jesus.\ Why did sho turn? Did the angels look up and thus coll her attention to ono behind her? Possibly I And now sho sees Him whom sho sought, and does not know even Him. Oh, how blind wo are made by grief and unbe­ lief' 15. \Jesus saith unto her, Woman, wh y weopest thou? whom seokest thou? She, supposing Hiiu to bo the gardner. saith un­ to Him, Sir, if Thou have borne Him hence, tell me where Thou hast laid Him, and I will tako Him away \ In answer to \Who m scekest thou?\ or \What seek yef\ (chapter i., 3S) may our hearts say, \Jesus alive for­ ever more.\ Soe in Jer. sxix., 13, how we shall find Him. But observo from this verso in our lesson that Ho may be speaking to us nnd wo may not recognize Him. 10. \Jesus saith unto her, Mary. Sho turned herself uud saith unto Him, Rabboni; which is t o say master.\ Sho seems after turning from tho sepulcher, and supposing Him to havo been the gardner, to have turned back to tho sepulcher again. But that one word \Mary\ reached her heart. 17. \Jesus saith unto her. Touch Me not, for I am not ye t ascended to M y Father; but go to My brethren and say unto them, I ascend unto My Father and your Father, nnd to My God nnd your God.\ What grace and love beyond description, that o n tho way to the Father in His risen body. He should wait to soe and spunk with Mary Magdalene. Oh, for such heart longings for Him as sho had. IS. \Mary Magdolono camo and told tho disciples that she had seen tho Lord, and that Ho bad spoken these things unto her.\ Hor tears are wiped away, hor sorrow is gone, her heart is at rest. The risen Savior did it and a word from Him, aud now sho bears the first glad tidings from a risen Christ.— Lesson Helmr. no w W E C1V1IJ2E INDIANS. Indian soldiers, undor tho influence of nn. limited whisky, aro not so very much bettor than their civilized comrades. At Whipplo Barracks, iu Prescott. A. T., whore the garrison includes one company ot Apaches, the Inst pay day was followed b y n s-piw, with tho result that seven Indians nre iu iho guard houso with ns many moro Indiau and white Eoldier .s in the hospital. The culprits who sold theso soldiers whisky ought to be in a worse place. Wo commend this matter to the attention of Goneral Mor­ gan, General Howard and their other emi­ nent Mohonk associates.— Ntw Yorh Tele- arum, DRUNKENNESS Iff FRANCE. A recent French w ritor, referring to the spread of drunkenness throughout the ham­ lets ot France, says- \In tho villages the women aro obliged, like the wives of work­ men in the cities, to hang about tbo wine­ shops o n pay-days in order to fight fo r their children 's bread with the victims of alcohol­ ic shipwreck. Instead of putting away his sous and silver ia the clothespross, or in a corner near hischimney.and saving them for a 'rainy day,' as he formerly did, the coun­ tryman now spends them freely in daily vis­ its to tho tavem,\_^__ _ RELIGIOUS HEADING. MY HOME ADOVC. There L for me a home above. Which every day brings nearer. Where dwells the Christ whom I so lor AVhosc name grows ever dearer. Ah glorious sights that I shall see! Earth's hills and crystal fountains Will seem but childish toys to me When on the heaveuly mountains. There shall I meet the friends I lovo Who long ago departed, They dwell in those bright realms above Whcro none aro broken-hearted. And yet oomctimcs my heart doth sink With foolish dread of dying, Afiald to stand on Jordan's brink, No pearly gates descrying. O foolish heart, why dost thou fear! Why shrink at thought o f meeting The One of all to thee most dear? H e waits to give tbee greeting. — [Uy Egbert L. Bangs. UPON WHOM IT FALLS. I remember, away up in a lonely valley, where beneath a tall, black cliff, all weather­ worn and seamed, thero lies at the foot, rest­ ing on the green sward that creeps around its base, a huge roek that has fallen from the face of the cliff A shepherd was passing beneath it, and suddenly, whe n the linger of God's will touched it from Its ancient bed in the everlasting roek, it came leaping and bounding from pinnacle to pinnacle, and it fell and the man that was beneath it is there now ground to powder O m y brethren! that is not my illustration—that is Christ's. Therefore I \say unto you, since all that stand against him shall become us the chalt of the summer threshing floor and be swept utterly away, make Him the foundation on which you build, and when the rain sweeps away every refuge of lies, you will he safo and serene, buildcd upou the'liock of Ages. — [Dr. Maolarcn. oorxo TO IlEAVEX People talk strangely of going to heaven when they die; but what gratification could it afford a man whose enjoyments are of a sensuous or sensual nature—who bos n o pleasure but in the acquisition of worldly ob­ jects or the gratification of brutal appetites? You hope to g o to heaven! I hope yo u will—but unless yoor heart is sanctilied, what were heaven to you? a vacuum, an nh- horcut vacuum The day that took you there would end all enioymcut, and throw you, a castaway, on a solitude more lonely than a desert island. Neither augels nor snints would seek your company ; nor would you seek theirs. Unable to join in their hallowed employments, to sympathize with, or even to understand their hol y joys, you would feel more desolate in heaven than we have felt In the heart of a great city, amid crowds who spoke a language which we did not understand, and where aliens alike in dress and manners, in language, blood, anr faith —[Guthrie. WITAT TO DO WITH LITTLE WORRIES. Why is it that we worry so much, and St. often,\about our little cares and vexations— these •' little foxes thatspoil the vines \—for­ getting that our great Burden-bearer is ready to help us with these as well as our grcatei burdens and trials? I have In mind a most excellent lady friend of iiiiiio who was anxious to have her little girl's hair grow long, while her good husband insisted on having it cut short. About this time an elderly friend visited them. One morning, in talkinir over their trials and ex­ periences and experiences she told o f this and other little domestic vexations. Aftet patiently hearing her the friend said, \ Sis. ter. the dear Master is just as much interested in these little matters as he is in our greal trials. Suppose we tell Hun about them\ On their knees \ they went and told Jrsns.' and their \ burdens were lightened.' Since then she has learned to \cast all her care upon him,\ and finds help in every time ol need.—[Amer. Me'ss. FKRSONAL 1TFORT NECESSARY. Happiness is always In the ratio of useful­ ness. The need of the world and of the church today is work—downright, earnest personal effort. No man can become a saint in his sleep, and a lazy Christian is a contradiction in terms If you are going to oeeorae a bless­ ing to oihers, you must stop talking about what mav, can. must, might, could, would, or should, be done, nnd ask • \Lord what wilt thou have me to do'-\ Use your talents. When you bury your talent yo u bury your­ self Yo u can easily lind ground enough tc dig a grave for the finest abilities and noble.it powers. The story is told of an old man ap­ pearing at the counter of a bank, asking fot and receiving specie for bills on tho bank to the amount of one thousand dollars. He had kept those bills unused for twenty years, whereas had he deposited them In the hank at interest he would have received double the amount. So our talents, lying, used, are wrapped u p in a napkin, or buried In the ground, Instead of being employed In dolnsr irood.—[Hugh Johnson, D . D . TEMPERANCE. HARD CIDER, What ails that man? He walks with a swag ger, So very pronounced it is almost a stagger; Now, that he is tipsy don't over bo thinking, For how can that bo when bo's only beet* drinking Hard cider? Wha t make him so sullen, so savago and cross, And for words of profanity ne'er at loss? Wha t makes tho breath so offensive and strong? Ho docs&'t drink anything all tho day long But hard cider? Wha t makes his face such a cardinal rod? Suggesting the thought that ho ought to bo blod, His eyes look exactly liko ripe melon seeds. And to cure all theso ailments It must b o ha needs Moro hard cider. Ho never degrades himsolf drinking \old rye,\ But guzzles his cider at homo—on tho sly—. Complacently thinking that nobody knc»«^ And forgetting his face is an index, which Shows Tho hard cider. -Sacred Heart Review. ALL NIOHT. A precious revival had come upon one oi our churches, to the surprise or most of tho members of It. They were not expecting it, or prepared for it. If they bad been pray­ ing for it in n cold, formal way, thoy bardlv expected tbeir prayers to be answered. But now the Lord was manifestly among them, reviving His peoph and converting\\the im­ penitent. How should they account for II? l'ruo. He has graciously said, \Ask and it shall bo given you \ ; but thoy have not been asking in a wa y thnt authorized them to expect such a blessing But some one has been praying, if no more, was the reply. Aud so it was. It was ascertained that ono humble womun had spent a whole night in prayer for the very revival that God was then giving them.\ Ho w precious her re­ ward? And have w e none among us at this day to feel enough for the impenitent, enough for the gloryof God. to spend all night in prayer? One night 1 We have preaching, and that which is good, and perhaps enough In general o f it, but what the church now seems to need especially is praying on the part of the members, May they become so burdened with the worth of souls perishing in sin that they cannot rest, by night or by day, but as tbey\ cast their burdens upon the Lord, then the windows o f heaven will be opened and blessings abundant will be showered down upon us.—[Presbyterian lournal. THE REAL OPPRESSOR. It is iu vain for the working-classes to look for rolief to any systom of industrial reform which does not embrace tho extinction of tbo liquor traffic. Shorter hours, higher wages,,a more equitable division ot tbo prof­ its of labor, all theso will not avail to bring E eacc, happiness snd contentment to tho omo of the worker while tho licensod saloon stands over tho way. Nothing approaching a paradisiacal condition is possible for tho workingmon, or .for anyone else, In this world while this serpent traffic is permitted to live and work its evil ends. Thoi-o is moro than enough wage money thrown into the maw of tho liquor dragon iu this coun­ try overy year than would suffice to build a city of commodkius and beautiful homes, und a city, tio, o f n o mean size. Tho great enemy of tho workfngman is no t tho capital­ ist; it is the dealer iu strong drink. If tho workfngman would sti-i.'to a blow at the things which hurts him most, lot him strike at tho saloon.— Christian at Work GENERA L J . B . GORDON, Commander-la. Chief of tho United Confederate Votorans, has Issued general orders calling for the Im­ mediate formation ot two divisions of thj order in tho Northern States. 'ALCOHOL.\ You have beard of tho Philosopher's Stone, no doubt, a wonderful stono which folks in years gone by wero always trying to dis­ cover. Thoy thought it would tnrn intogold everything that touched it. How very silly, wasn't it? Another silly idea some had—they thought there was a certain liquid which U* they drank would make them live forever. Thoy called it \Tho Elixir of Lifo.\ Somo men spent their whole lifo trying to find it out—of courso thoy did not succeed. Why ? Because it was all rubbish—no such thing. Ono day an Arabian philosopher who was trying to discover \Tho Elixir of Life\ dis­ tilled a liquid which made thoso who drank it do sonio very silly things, so ho said that it was au evil spirit—or, in his own lan­ guage, Al Ghoul, which inoans ovil spirit. Know what it really was? Yes—alcohol. Alcohol being a corruption of tho words A l Ghoul. Ho was quite right, alcohol is an evil spirit. Let us sco— I. What it is. (1) It is a mocker —That is, it professes to bo something which it is not. It tells yo u it is good; but in reality it is bad. Illustration.—It professes to be a food; but in reality is only a narcotic. Food strength­ ens, narcotics weaken (2) It is a deceiver—Many uso strong drinks becauso thoy think them good and benoficia'. Thoso becomo slaves to drink, but it works their ruin and their death. II. What it does. Solomon says that i t bites liko a sorpent and stings like an adder. (1) It fascinates.—A serpent lies hiding in tbo grass or in a hole. Thero is nothing: bold or heroic about it. Then, when It has got its victims near enough, it fascinates them, so that they cannot escape. Thus it is with drink—ithides uudor a pleasant form or taste, and then fascinates its victims so that thoy cannot escape. (2) It destroys—A serpent bites and an adder stings when thoy havo got their vic­ tims in their power, so destroying thorn. S o with alcohol, it strikes a man, poisoning hfs \- blood, destroying his intollect,ol'ten destroy­ ing him altogether. III. Whnt aro wo to do? We must tako Solomon's advico when ho tells us not t o look o n tho wine when it is reel, which menus tho juico of tho grape when fermented. It wo d o not wish to ho fools wo must not bo deceived b y alcohol, which is certainly au ovil spirit, and \ho who is deceived thereby is not wi6e.\— Xrfta r IPuffcer, in Rational Advocate. TEMPERANCE \NEWS AN D NOTES. Mr St- John calculates that thero aro 800 miles of saloons iu tho United States. Out of 40,763 commitments recorded dur­ ing tho year in Irolaud, nofower than 19,075 wero for drunkonness. In the Blblo Christian denomination thero nre between 200 and 300 ministers, every ono of whom is a plcdgod total abstainer. Chicago has six thousand saloons—ono fo r every two hundred people. Chicago has a church for about every threo thousand people. Tho natives of tho West Indies drink rum nnd gin, which they can purchoso for ono cont a gloss, tho glasses being about as largo as a wine goblet. A million homes wore visited in England, Octobor 17, by 30,000 persons, under tho auspices of tho United Kingdom Band of Hope, with a viow to encourngiug their children to becomo members of the society, Tbo keepsr of a bar-room in San Francis­ co, whilo among his castes in tho collar was killed by tho explosion of nn empty cask, ono of tho staves crushing his skull. His light ignited the accumulated fumos in the cask. King Kama, a South African chief, is said to bo very enlightonod and tries the sale of ardent liquors to his subjects, Ho be­ sought tho English Government to prohibit the liquor traffic among his subjects, but all in vain. Miss Belle Kearnoy is ono of tho most en­ thusiastic temperance workers in tho South. She is known as the maiden mother of Young Woman's Christian Terapornnco Unions, having orgauized in Mississippi twonty-oight Ys. Canon Scott, of Woolwich, says that ono of the greatest blots on our Christianity is tho fact that iu England wo havo 70,000 girls engaged in public-houses and drinklng-bars, thero to work for mahy hours amidst temptation, foul language aud impure air. Tbo United Kingdom Band of nop o Union reports thnt 17,44!) juveuilo sociotios, with nn estimated membership of 2.112,070, aro now at work in this country, 1070 meetings woro attended by tho Union's agents in London alono during the past year. Tho Bishop of Cloyue, Ireland,has ordered the priests iu bis clioccse not to say mass, nor attend the fuueral, nor recommend tho deceased to tho prayers of tho congregation in any caso where intoxicating drink is sup­ plied at the wake of the doceased person, or at tho funeral. Tho enforcement of tho rccont order of tho Lake Shore and Michigan Southern Rail­ road, prohibiting roilroad men from fro-' quonting saloons, has had tho effect to close ono saloon in Elkhart, Ind., whero tho Lake Shoro shops nre located, and others complain of greatly reduced custom. The liquor traffic Is n o friend to tho work­ man so far as employment is concornod. It giveS occupation to fewer men than any other business in proportion to its capital. For example, tho annual output out of a brewery estimated at ?5.000,000 employs but 000 men, while nn iron oro works ot tho satno capital requires 4800 laborers. Dr. Albert Day says: \A s tho jackal fol­ lows tbo lion and preys upon the slain, so do disease and death await upon the footsteps of inebriation. Tho free and universal uso , ot intoxicating liquors for a, few conturies cannot fall to bring down our race from tho majostio athletic forms of our fathers to tbo similitude of a despicable nnd puny race of men. Already the commoneoment of tho decline is manifest, and tho consummation of it, should the causes continue, will not linger- . MAINE IS prolific ot big garao in great abundance this year. Doer, caribou end moose aro plentiful, and tho huntsmen are after them iu a manner to warrant theit scarcity at tho ond of tho season, Reports aro received ot wholesale slaughter of the animals, to the disgust of all truj sports, men. , THIS season's ajbto cropln droon County,, N. Y. , is so great that thousands of barrels -- of fine fruit remain unpicked on account Of r; the scarcity of help aha shlpplnz facilities..'-';-.:

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