60SPEL OF THE PYRAMIDS
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Talmage Preaches of His Egyptian
Visit and What He Saw.
Be Draw* Many Truth* From These An
cient Monument* and the Tomb*
They Contain — A Discourse
Well Worth Heading.
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Brooklyn-, Oct. 18. —The vast congre
gation ut the Brooklyn tabernacle this
morning was delighted l.yun exquisite
rendering by Professor Henry Eyre
Browne, on the new organ, of Denier’s
Second Sonota In 11. Dr. Talmngo’s
sermon was the nrst of a series he in
tends preaching on liis eastern tour,
entitled, "From tlio Pyramids to the
Acropolis, or Wlint 1 Saw in Kgypt. and
Greece Confirmatory ot the Scriptures. ”
liis text was Isaiah 1D—10, 20: "In tlint
day shall there he nn altar to the l.ord
in the midst of the land of Egypt and
a pillar at the border thereof to the
Lord, And it shall lie fur a bigu and
tut U » tutvnn.
Isaiah no doubt here refers to the
great pyramid at Gizeh, the chief pyra
mid of Egypt. The text speaks of a
pillar in Egypt, and this is the great
est pillar ever lifted; and the text says
It is to lie at the border of the land,
nnd this pyramid is at the border of
the land; and the text says it shall be
for a witness, and tho object of this
sermon is to tell what this pyramid
witnesses. This sermon is the first of
& course of sermons entitled, “From
tho l’yrnmids to the Acropolis,or What
I Saw in Egypt and Greece Confirma
tory of tho Scriptures. ”
We had, on a morning of December,
1880, landed in Africa. Amid the howl
ing boatmen at Alexandria we had
eomo ashore nnd tahen the rail-train
if!
s.
for Cairo, Egypt, along tho banks of
the most thoroughly harnessed river of
all the world—the river Nile. We had,
at even-tide, entered tho city of Cairo,
the city where Christ dwelt while stay
log in Egypt during the Herodie per
secution. It was our first night in
■' Egypt. No destroying angel sweeping
: through as once, but all the stars were
out, and the skies were filled with an
gels of beauty and angels of light, nnd
the air was balmy as an American J une.
The next morning we were early awoke
and at the window, looking upon palm
trees in full glory of leafage, and upon
gardens of lruits and tlowcrs at the
very season when our homes far away
are canopied by bleak skies and the
last leaf of the forest has gone down
in the equinoctials.
Hut how cun 1 describe the thrill of
expectation, for today we are to seo
what all the world 1ms seen or wants
to see—the pyramids. We are mounted
for an hour ami a half’s ride. We pass
on amid bazaars stutfed with rugs and
carpets, nnd curious fabrics of all sorts
from Smyrna, from Algiers, from Per
sia, from Turkey, and through streets
where we meet people of alt colors j
und all garbs, cars loaded with
garden productions, priests in gowns,
women in black veils, liedouins
in long and seemingly superflu
ous appurol, Janissaries in jacket of
embroidered gold—out and on toward
the great pyramid; for though there
are sixty-nine pyramids still standing,
the pyramid at Gizoh is the monarch
of pyramids. We meet camels grunt
ing under their load, and seo buffaloes
on cither side, browsing in pasture
fields. The road we travel is for part
of tho way under clumps of acacia, and
by long rows of sycamore and tume
risk, but after awhile it is a path of
rock and sand, and we find we have
reached the margin of the desert, tho
great Sahara desert, and we cry out to
the dragoman us we see a huge pile of
rock looming in sight: “Dragoman,
what is that?” llis answor is “The
Pyramid.” and then it seemed as if we
were living a century every minute.
Oar thoughts and emotions were too
rapid nnd Intense for utterance, and wo
riffo on in silence until we come to the
foot of the pyramid spoken of in the
text, tho oldest structure in ail the
earth, 4,000 years old at least. Here it
is. We stand under the shadow of a
structure that shuts out all the earth
end all the sky and we look up and
•train our vision to appreciate the
distunt top, and are overwhelmed
while wo cry “The Pyramid! The Pyr
amid!”
I had started that morning with the
determination of ascending the pyra
mid. One of my chief objects in going
to Egypt was not only to see the base
of that granitic wonder, but to stand
on the top of it. Yet the nearer I came
to this eternity in stone the more mv
determination was shaken. Its alti
tude to mo was simply appalling A
great height has always been to me a
most disagreeable sensation. As we
dismounted at the base of the pyramid
I said, “Others may go up it, but not I.
I will satisfy mvself with a view from
the base. The ascent of it would bo
to me a foolhardy undertaking." But
after I bad given up all the idea of
ascending, I found my daughter was
to rro uiui I Amil/t net I
her go with strangers, and I changed
?; iny mind and we started with tho
guides. It cannot be done without
these helpers. Two or three times
foolhardy men have attempted it
alone, but their bodies came tumbling j
si- down unrecognizable and lifeless, j
i- Each person in our party had two or;
three guides or helpers ' One of them i
unrolled his turban and tied it around
(/' my waist and he held the other end of
the turban as a matter of safety.
After looking around for a while,
and a kodaclt had pictured the group,
we descended. The descent was more
trying than the ascent for climbing
you need not see the depths beneath”
hut coming down it was impossible not !
to sec the abysms below. 15ut two i
Arabs ahead to help ns down, and two !
Arabs to hold us back, we were lo-.v- I
ered, hand below hand, until the !
ground was invitingly near, and amid !
the jargon of the Arabs we were safely ]
landed. Then came one of the most
wonderful feats of daring and agilitv.
One of the Arabs solicited a dollar, j
saying he would run np and down the >
pyramids in seven minutes. We would
» rather have given him a dollar not tj
t co, bnt this ascent and descent in seven
, V %V'slos l«e was determined on and so
by the watch in seven minutes he went
to the top and was back again at the
base. It was a bloodcurdling spec
tacle.
I said the dominant color of the pyra
mid was grey, but in certain lights it
seems to shake off tlio grey of centur
ies und become a blonde and the silver
turns to the golden. It covers thirteen
acres of ground. What an antiquity!
It was at least !!,000 years old when
the baby Christ was carried within
sight of it by his fugitivo parents,
Joseph and Mary. The storms of forty
centuries hnve drenched it, bombarded
it, shadowed it, Hashed upon it, but
there it stands ready to take another
forty centuries of atmospheric attack
if the world should continue to exist.
The oldest buildings of the earth are
juniors to this great senior of the cent
uries. Herodotus says that for ten
years preparations were being made for
the building of this pyramid. It lias
82,111,01)0 cubic feet of masonry. One
hundred thousand workmen at one
time toiled in its erection. To bring
the stone from the quarries a causeway
sixty feet wide was built. The top
stones were lifted by muchinery Bueh
us the world knows nothing of today.
It is 740 feet each side of the square
base. The structure is 450 feet high,
higher than the cathedrals of Co
logne, Strasburg, Rouen, St. I’cter’a
and St. Paul's. No surnrise to me that
it wus put at tlio head of the seven
wonders of the world. It has a sub
terraneous room of red granite called
the “ King’s chamber, "and another room
called the "Queen’s chamber,” and the
probability is that there are other
rooms yet unexplored. The evident
design of the architect was to make
these rooms as inaccessible as possible.
After all the work of exploration and
all the digging and blasting, if you
would enter one of these subterrane
ous rooms you must go through a pass
age only three feet eleven inches high
und less than four feet wide. A sar
cophagus of red granite stands down
under this mountain of maBonry. The
sarcophagus could not have been car
ried in after the pyramid was built.
It must have been put there before the
structure was reared. l’robably in
thut sarcophagus once lay a wooden
coflin containing a dead king, but time
has destroyed the colTin and destroyed
tlie last vestige of human remains.
1 wonder not that this mountain of
limestone and red granite liaB been the
fascination of scholars, of scientists, of
intelligent Christians in all ages. Sir
John llerschcl, the astronomer, said
he thought it had astronomical signifi
cance. The wise men who accompan
ied Napoleon's army into Egypt went
into profound study of the pyramid.
In ISOS, Professor Smyth and his wife
lived in the empty tombs near by the
pyramid that they might be as contin
uously as possible clo.-.e to the pyramid
which they were investigating. The
pyramid built more than 4,000 years
ago, being a complete geometrical fig
ure, wise men have concluded it must
have been divinely constructed. Man
came through thousands of years to
fine architecture, to music, to painting,
but this was perfect at the world’s
start, and God must have directed it.
All astronomers and geometricians
and scientists say that it was scientifi
cally and mathematically constructed
before science and mathematics wore
born. From the inscriptions on the
pyramid, from its proportions, from
the points of the compass recognized
in its structure, from the direction in
which its tunnels run, from the rela
tive position of the blocks that com
pose it, scientists, Christians and infi
dels have demonstrated that the being
who planned this pyramid must have
known the world’s sphericity, and
that its motion was rotatory, and how
many miles it was in diameter and cir
cumference, and how many tons the
world weighs, and knew at
what point in tho heavens cer
tain stars would appear at cer
tain periods of time. Not in the
4,000 years since the putting up of that
pyramid has a single fact in astronomy
or mathmetics been found to contradict
the wisdom of that structure. Yet they
had not at the age when the pyramid
was started an astronomer or an archi
tect or a mathematician worth men
tioning. Who then planned tho pyra
mid? Who superintended its erection?
Who from its first foundation stone to
its capstone erected everything? It
must have been God. Isaiah was right
when he said in my text "A pillar shall
bo at the border of the land of Egypt
and it shall be for a sign and a wit
ness.” The pyramid is God’s first
llible. Hundreds, if not thousands of
years before the first line of the Hook
of Genesis was written, the lesson of
the pyramid was written.
Well, of what is this Cyclopean ma
sonry a sign and a witness? Among
other things of the prolongation of hu
man work compared with the brevity
of human life. In all the 4,000 years
this pyramid has only lost 18 feet in
width, one side of its square at the
base changed only from 764 feet to
740 feet and the most of that 18 feet
taken off by architects to furnish stone
for building in the city of Cairo. The
men who constructed the Pyramid
worked at it only a few years and then
put down the trowel and the compass
and the square and lowered the der
rick which had lifted the ponderous
weights; but forty centuries has their
work stood and and it will be good for
foPtv PPntnrioe innrn
So men die, but their work lives on.
Wo are all building: pyramids not to
last 4,000 years, but 40,000, 40,000,000,
40,000,000,000, 40,000,000,000,000, 40,
000,000,000,000,000. For a while we
wield the trowel or pound with the
hammer or measure with the yard-stick
or write with the pen. or experiment
with the scientific battery, or plan
with the brain, and for a while the
foot walks and the eye sees, and the
ear hears and the tongue speaks. All
the good words or bad words we speak
are spread out into one layer for a pyr
amid. All the kind deeds or malevolent
deeds we do are spread out into an
other layer. All the Christian or un
christian example we set is spread out
in another layer. All the indirect in
fluences of our lives are spread out in
another layer. Then the time soon
comes when we put down the imple
ment of toil and pass away, but the
pyramid stands. The twentieth cen
tury will not rock it down, nor the
thirtieth century, nor the 100 oentury.
The earthquake that rocks this world
to pieces will not stop our influence for
good or evil. You modestly say: “That
is true iu regard to the great workers
for good or evil, and of gigantic gen
iuses, Miltonian or Talleyrandian, but
not for me, for 1 live and work on a
small scale.’* My hearer, remember
that those who built the pyramids were
common workmen. Not one of them
could lift one of those great stones. It
took a dozen of them to lift one stone
and others just wielded a trowel
clicking it on the hard edge, or
smoothing the inorlar between the
layers. One hundred thousand
men toiled on those sublime
elevations. If one of those
granitic blocks that I just touch with
my feet on this December morning in
INS'.* as the two Arabs pull me and the
two other Arabs push me, could speak
out and tell its history it would say:
“The plaoc of my nativity was down
in the great stone quarry of Mokattam
or Asswan. Then they began to bore
at my sides, and then to drive down
I great iron wedges, crushing against
j me till the whole quarry quaked and
! thundered. Then l was pried out with
i crowbars and levers, scores of men
putting their weight on the leverage.
Then chains were put around me and
I was hoisted with wheels that groaned
under the weight, and many workmen
hud their hands on the cranks, and
turned until the muscles of their arms
stood out in ridges, and the sweat
rolled from their dusky foreheads.
Then I was drawn by long teams of
oxen, yoke after yoke, yoke after yoke.
Then 1 was put on an inclined plane
and hauled upward and how many
iron tools, and how many human arms,
and how many beasts of burden were
employed to tret me to this nlni-c nn
one can tell. Then I had to be meas
ured, and squared, and compassed, and
fitted in before I was left here to do
iny silent work of thousands of years.
(iod Only knows how many hands were
busied in (jetting me from my geologi
cal cradle in the quarry to this en
thronement of innumerable ages.’* My
hearers, that is the autobiography of
one block of the pyramid. Cheops
didn't build the pyramid Some boss
mason in the world’s twilight didn’t
build the pyramid. One hundred
thousand men built it and perhaps
from first to last 200,000 men.
Your business nnd mine is not to
build a pyramid but to be one of the
hundreds of thousands who shall ring
a trowel, or pull a rope or turn the
crank of a derrick, or cry “Vo heave!”
while lifting another block to its eleva
tion. Though it be seemingly a small
work and a brief work, it is a work
that shall last forever. In the last
day many a man and woman whose
work has never been recognized on
earth will come to a special honor.
ho Ecumenical council, now in ses
sion at Washington, its delegates the
honored representatives of 50,000,000
Methodists in all parts of the earth,
will at every session do
honor to the memory of John
Wesley, but I wonder if any of them
will think to twist a garland for the
memory of humble Peter Holder, the
Moravian, who brought John Wesley
into the kingdom of God. I rejoice
that all the thousands who have been
toiling on the pyramid of righteous
ness will at last be recognized and re
warded—the mother who brought her
children to Christ, the Sabbath teacher
who brought her class to the knowl
edge of the truth, the unpretending
man who saved a soul. Then the
trowel will be more honored than the
sceptre. As a great battle was going
on the soldiers were ordered to the
front and a sick man jumped out of an
ambulance in which he was being car
ried to the hospital. The surgeon
asked him what he meant by getting
out of the ambulance when he was
sick and almost ready to die. The sol
dier answered: ‘•Doctor, 1 ain going to
the front. I had rather die on the field
than die in an ambulance.” Thank
God, if we cannot do much we can do
a little.
Further, carrying out the idea of my :
text, the Pyramid is a sigu and a wit- !
ness that big tombstones are not the i
best way of keeping one’s self affec- ‘
tionately remembered. This Pyramid
and the sixty-nine other pyramids still
standing were built for sepulchers, all
this great pile of granite and limestone
by which we stand today, to cover the
memory of a dead king. It was the
great Westminster Abbey of the an
cients. Some say that Cheops was the
king who built this pyramid, but it is
uncertain. Who was Cheops, anyhow?
All that the world knows about him
could be told in a few sentences. The
only thing certain is that he was bad
and that he shut up the temples of
worship and that he was hated so that
the Egyptians were glad when he was
dead. _ This Pyramid of rock 740 feet
each side of the square base and four
hundred and fifty feet high wins for
him no respect. If a bone of his arm
or foot had been found in the sarcoph
agus beneath the pyramid it would
have excited no more veneration than
the skeleton of a camel bleaching on
the Libyan desert; yea,less veneration,
for when I saw the carcass of a- camel
by the roadside on the way to Memphis,
I said to myself: “Poor thing, I won
der of what it died." We say nothing
against the marble or the bronze of the
necropolis. Let all that sculpture and
florescence and arboresccnce can do
for the places of the dead be done, if
means will allow it. But if after one
is dead theyc is nothing left to remind
the world of him but some pieces of
stone, there is but little left.
. " line cue re seems to be no practical
use for post-mortem consideration later
than the time of one’s great grand
children, yet no one wants to be for
gotten as soon as the obsequies are
over. This pyramid which Isaiah says
is a sign and. a witness demonstrates
that neither limestone nor red granite
are competent to keep one affection
ately remembered; neither can bronze;
neither can Parian marble; neither can
Aberdeen granite do the work, ltut
there is something out of which to build
an everlasting monument and that will
keep one freshly remembered 4,000
years; yea, for ever and ever. It does
not stand in marble yards. It is not
to be purchased at mourning stores.
Yet it is to be found in every neigh
borhood, plenty of it, inexhaustible
quantities of it. It is the great
est stuff in the universe to build
monuments out of. I refer to the mem
ories of those to whom we can do a
kindness, the memories of those whose
struggles we may alleviate, the mem
ories of those whose souls we may save.
All around Cairo and Memphis' there
are the remains of pyramids that have
gone down under the wearing away of
time, and this great pyramid of which
Isaiah in the text speaks will vanish il
the world lasts long enough; and if the
world does not last, then with the
earth's dissolution the pyramid will
also dissolve.
That desire to be remembered after
we are gone is a divinely implanted de
sire and not to be crushed out, but, ]
implore you. seek something bcu’tcr
than the immortalization of rock, or
bronze or book. Put yourself into the
eternity of those whom you help for
both worlds, this and the next. Com
fort a hundred souls and there will be
through all the cycles of eternity at
least a hundred souls that will be your
monuments. A prominent member of
this church was brought to tiod by
some one saying to her at the church
door at the close of service, * 'Come
again!” Will it be possible for that
one so invited to forget the inviter'.’
A minister passing along the street
every day looked up and smiled to a
baby in the window. The father and
mother wondered who it was that thus
pleasantly greeted their child. They
found out that he was the pastor
of a church. They said, "We
must go to hear him preach.” They
went and heard him and both were
converted to God. Will there be any
power in 50,000,000 years to erase from
the souls of those parents the memory
of that man who by his friendliness
brought them to God? Matthew Crans
wick, an evangelist, said that he had
the names of 200 souls saved through
his singing the hymn: “Arise, my soul,
arise!” Will any of those 200 souls in
all eternity forget Mathew Cranswick?
Will any of the 470 women and chil
dren imprisoned at Lucknow, India,
waiting for massacre by the Sepoys,
forget Havelock and Outram, and Sir
lmvia iseara, wlio broke in and effected
their rescue? To some of you who have
loved and served the Lord, heaven will
be a great picture gallery of remem
brance. Hosts of the glorified will
never forget you.
As in Kgypt that December after
noon, 18811, exhausted in body, mind
and soul, we mounted to return to
Cairo, we took our last look of the
pyramid at Gizeh. And you know there
is something in the air toward evening
that seems productive of solemn and
tender emotion, and that great pyra
mid seemed to be humanized, and with
lips of stone it seemed to speak and
cry out: “Hear me, man, mortal and
immortal! My voice is the voice of
Clod, lie designed me. Isaiah said 1
would be a sign and a witness. I saw
Moses when he was a lad. I witnessed
the long procession of the Israelites as
they started to cross the Red Sea and
l’haraoh’s host in pursuit of them. The
falcons and the eagles of many cen
turies have brushed my brow. 1 stood
here when Cleopatra's barge landed
with her sorceries, and Hypatia for her
virtues was slain in yonder streets.
Alexander the Great, Sesostris and
Ptolemy admired my proportions.
Herodotus aud Pliny sounded my
praise. I am old, I am verv old. For
thousands of years I have watched the
coming and going of generations. They
tarry only a little while, but they
make everlasting impression. I bear
on my side the mark of the trowel and
chisel of those who more than 4,000
years ago expired. Beware what you
do, oh, man! for what you do will last
long after you are dead! If
you would be affectionately remem
bered after you are gone, trust not to
any earthly commemoration. I have
not one word to say about any astron
omer who studied the heavens lrom1
my heights or any king who was sep
ulclr ed in my bosom. 1 am slowly pass-'
ing away. I am a dying pyramid. I'
sha*ll yet lie down in the dust of the’
plain and the sands of the desert shall,
cover me, or when the earth goes l
will go. lint you are immortal. The1
feet with which you climbed my sides,
today will turn to dust, but you have a,
soul that will outlast me and all my
brotherhood of pyramids. Live for
eternity! Live for Clod! With the shad
ows of the evening now falling from
my side, 1 pronounce upon you a bene-,
diction. 'lake it with you across the
Mediterranean. Take it with you
across the Atlantic. God only is great!
Let all the earth keep silence before
him. Amen!” And then the lips of
granite hushed, and the great giant of
masonry wrapped himself again in the
silence of ages, and as 1 rode away in
the gathering twilight, this course of
sermons was projected.
‘•Wondrous Egypt! Land of ancient pomp
and pride.
Where Beauty walks by hoarv Ruin's side.
Where plenty reigns and still' the seasons
And rolls—rich gift of God—exhnustlcss
Nile.”
Camp Meeting Humor,
When the iinregunoratc man goes to
camp meeting in the rural regions he
is in danger of hearing and seeing
sonic tilings that would upset the
gravity of a saint, and to the'man of
any culture tliu unconscious humor is
the best humor of all. The Atlanta
Constitution tells of the trouble that
befell a southern fanner who went to a
stated gathering somewhat against his
will:
Just after dinner everybody l.ad
gone into tlm big preaching tout ex
cept Joe. He was silting out on a lug
smoking his pipe. The service hud
gotten well uuiler way when a runner
came in from Joe's house to tell him
i hat some ouo had gotten into his
smoke house, stole all his meat and set
the place on lire. In an instant Joe
rushed into the tent and bawled out at
tiie top of his voice:
•Parlheniu! PartlioniaH The 1
preacher stopped aud everybody looked
■round.
“Here I am,” shouted Parthonia :
from the amen corner of the tent: 1
“what is the matter. Mr. Slockwoli?” 1
“The matter! The matter! You’ve 1
played - iu bringing mo here to 1
his camp meeting. Somebody's gone
mil stole all my meat aud burned the
moke house. Come, git out of this,
|uick.” and the old mau made a rush
or his wagon.”
The preacher had stopped and overv- I
mdy seemed dumfotinded at first, but t
'.s the old man took leave the preacher '
.wen smiled and the entire audience '
iroke out in a hearty laugh. <
‘ llow do I know a gentleman wl-.en '
l see him? idle ohl waiter repeated i
ho'Tiuestion ami then gave his explan. 1
it ion. "I know a geulleman by Hie J
way lie aets when he is waiteil on.* Me
is accustomed to it. He is quiet, never *
raises his voice us one kind of vulgar ?
folks do or gets seated like others, lie j
won t stand any nonsense—not a bit ol *
it, but he never makes a scene, and if '
i waiter is impudent it is not at the 1
table that he is called down. He may ‘
not tip you at all, or ho may give von *
j5, but you are sure he is a gentleman. '
just as sure ns you are that others are
lot, no mutter how much they may ^
•five vou."—Detroit Free /'rest e
ON HI8 WEDDING TRIP.
The Dm n« Had With Two Has Will
Wanted to Bide.
Moses Frost stood 6 feet 4 in hi*
socks, says a Youth's Companion cor
respondent , and was called "the best
mau on the river”—a phrase that ex
pressed admiration of his physical, not
nis moral, qualities. He was. never
theless, generous, truthful, brave, and
altogether a line specimen of the wild
der Canadian backwoodsman. The
title implied that he Imd successfully
''tackled” all the famous "bullies” ol
the upper Ottawa, even the terrible
Joe Muufrand, thirty years ngo cham
pion of “the French.” Moses, iu a
squeaky, shrill, slow, small treble, that
came absurdly from so big a man,
used to tell me his experiences.
"Tner’ is some use in havin’ tho
repvtation of bein’ a purty good man,"
hesqueakcd, modestly. “I reckon ther’
han't been no peaceabler man on the
river than me sinst they g’vo up tryin'
to whale me, ’most three years back.
Last time I tit was because two men
that never seen mo before didn't know
me when they did see me.”
"Tell mo about it, Moses,” said I.
"Well, surveyor, it was nbout New
Year's, the time me’n Lilly Ann got
hitched. My woman wns dead sot on
seein’ tho fashions down to Portage du
Fort. So we started two days after
the shindig for to have a weddin’ trip.
She said that was the right way. Wo
stopped at Rattray’s instead of Paddy
Scully's place—the best tlior’ was goin’
wasn’t too good for Lilly Ann them
••Well, Lilly Ann was mighty tools
up with the circus picters on Rattray’s
barn. I’d ’a’ took her in, on’y it was
gone more’n four months.”
"But what about your last fight,
Moses?”
"Yas—yas—I was disrememberin’l
Well, it was when me’n Lilly Ann was
goin’ back home. You mind the bridge
before you come to the Calumet?”
“The high bridge over Brabvon's
creek?”
“Yas, that’s it. I guess it’s maybe
the length of your chain down to the
creek in the summer. That time the
holler was drifted full of snow. Well,
there was the two of ’em on the bridge
—one of ’em looked like a good man.
Says he to me. ’We’re wantin’ a ridel’
•“I cau’t give ye no ride,’ says I.
•Ther han’t room, boys, for I’ve got
the woman, don't you see?’
“With that the big one runs to the
head of my pony. I didn’t want to
tret out and hurt the man, but say?
Lilly Ann: ‘Be you goin’ to staiid
that Moses? If you be. I’ll get out
and whale ’em myself.’ She’d ’a’ done
it, too. surveyor. Mebby you nevei
heard what Lilly Ann done to Joe
Maufraud that time he-”
"You’ll tell mo that story another
time, Moses. What did the two men
do?”
"Oh, yas. Well, I jumped out and
the other one come up, squarin’ off.
He fell easy. Thun the big oue runs
iu. Mebby you never see a bull moose
coinin’ at you liekety-pelt?”
"Tne fellow ran at you head down,
eh?”
"Jesscggsackly. Well, I stood to
one side, suddeu, and give him a trip.
Then I lakes him by Llie trowsis and
the back of his ueck and pitches him
over the railin’.
"With that Lilly Ann says: 'You’re
purtv good yel, Moses,’ and she jumps
out laughing. There we stood, aud
looked over the bridge right down."
"Was the man hurl?”
"Hurled! How could ho be hurted,
an’ him fell iuto seventy foot of snow
drifted iu the gully? Ho did have con
siderable trouble getliu’ foolin’ to lift
out his head. Then he looks up, aud
says he: ‘Who iu Ihuuder be vou.
auyhow?’
•••He’s Moses Frost,’ says Lilly Ann.
‘"Murderaliou!’ says be. ‘If we’d
knowed that we wouldn’t have wanted
ua ride.’”
A Japanese Flirtation.
“The Japanese are nothing if not
progressive." said L. J. Bruce, who has
just returned from the Orient. "Am
erican customs are coming into vogue
river there, and even our methods of
flirtation, with slight modifications,
are becoming popular. The Japanese
maiden is exceeding coy. and it is dif
ficult for a foreigner to gain an en
trance to society, but flirtations are by
no means uncommon.”
“How? Well, if a young man sees
i pretty Japanese girl on the street lie
nay follow her at a respectful dis
nnee. Presently he will meet an el
derly woman, to whom lie must impart
lie information that he has lost his
‘cart nnd is miserable. Tne old wo
man will ask what has become of his
heart, and lie must point out the girl,
it the same time slipping a quarter in
.ho former’s hand. Site will disappear
md in a few moments return with the
uformation that if he will be at a cer
aiu fashionable tea house he may re
over bis heart. The pretty maiden
vill appear with a chaperon, and the
•oung mau is at liberty to nddress her.
ilie will probably meet him often iu
his way. but always with a protect
ess, whose vigilance is never relaxed,
f the aspiring youth is circumspect.
ie may eventually call, and so work
us way into society.”—San Francisco
.■all.
At the Occulist's Room.
“Yes, sir, there are people who wear
'lasses that have uo more use for them
hail they have for two pair of le<rs.
Vhat for? I'll tell you. There is uo
Iisguistng the fact that glasses add to
me’s appearance. I do not pare how
oung a person may he, the weal-mu’of
ye-glasses will make his facial °ex
iresaion more striking. But it is the
aiddle ageil mau or woman who in
lulges mostly in the eye-glass business.
■ Here is nothiug that will make wrin
les look so small as the wearing of
;lasses. I do not say this because it
i to mv interest; I confess it is; but
t is a fact. 1 lien there are people
J h° have eyes that squint. Of course
hey are not to blame for hid j nir that
elect. Such peoplo should °wear
lasses, for wheuever cue squints, one
outracts the muscles of the face,
hat makes one look old. Ttie eve
lass helps that considerable.”— Chi
Kao Tritune.
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