60SPEL OF THE PYRAMIDS §v - 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. ■ _ 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 ler~ haevU f Sit vr-. 4*tfc »«« ' . FAT FOLKS REDUCED Mr.. Alice Map I*. Oregon. Mo., "Mr weight we. K» pound.. now i<» {■» . F«r Alra.itlure addre*«, witnjft* Arodnction of 125 Iba.” For circulars add revs, witn gg* Dr.O.W.F.SKYDKR. McViokor’aThaatro. Chicago.^ PILES