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SONGS IN THE NIGHT.
DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON AT
Jubilunt i:rirUH nt tlio Mmlii ftr.
tUk Tli Iticlit HiiihI l 1IokIiI
l-:stenl-l lii Many New ?I-nlrn.
TIioiiuiiiIh to Il-iir llm liri-at Divine.
Hko k i.y.v. March 4. Kxcrcisesat the
Taliernade this morning were jubilant.
One hundred and twenty new mi iiiImth
wore piveu (In right hand of fellowship,
making the communicant membership
onu thousand fiiiir limidn-d and lifty.
Thousands of ftrangeis were prcM-nt.
The t 't i great f-i 1 v-r tankard.s and the
ri line of ehalic-; .mal; tin; nacra
iiK'iital tal!; very impressive.
Before the M-Mii-iJi tin; congregation,
led by corn't atil organ, sang:
Win :i i:i; ! li -li.ill .iissuiv;:y.
In I'll- .1 j'i I "i.i-ut i!:iv,
.!:: i i leni" !
The Kev. T. I)e Wilt Talma-o. T). I.,
took as tin- Mihjict of his di-emuse : "A
fcong 'oncening My ?:-I-!.' Hi
tot wm I ;:iih v. I: Now will I sing t:
iny wi II holoved a song of my In-loved. "
L)r. Tahn.iue said :
The ni'-t f.r eiu.-.i ing heine for a heart
jroT at I :it ii 1 is the Saviour. Then; is
holm !hin ia the morni ng H-j.ht to Hug
P'.Mt liiiii. ami . oiin-1 hing in the evening
fih.iliw to ; pealw liis prai .e. The (lower
breathes l.iei. the .-tar shine-i hiiii, the
cascade .:'!K-!.ii:i:s hiai. all the voices r if
nature ehml hi a. V.'li..i v r i -i grand,
blight ami I : i : L. if you only li. ten to
it. will s," u'v his piai-e. When I come
in t he sii'ii in" r ( hue a:il plaek a (lower,
I thiak of liiia .!io i., "the rose of
Sharon ami (!. liv of th" alley.
Wlieli I .v.: e in l he !; a Iamb, I sav, "Be
hold the l-anib oi I ; .l lii: L laia-th away
th-;in of tin- v.o : !.'' Wiie:i. in very
hot weal her, I eonii- under a projecting
tliir, I say :
Him-!. ..f A ;i -s, i !. t! ( r inc.
I. I a;. hill.- inv .-!!" iii i:i.'.-:
Over the oi I fa -!ii. 'M'-il pulpits there
Wa'l U Ko'.mdiug hoard, ill'" V' ice of the
iniubter ins' t lii-. sounding lard, and
then was :-tr'-;e!v l.a--: again upon the
cars of the peoi'l... An so the ten thous
and voiei'.s of earth ri: ing up linl the
heavens a sum. wing Lean I which strikes
liaek to the ear of all the nations the
praises of ('hiisi. The heavens tell his
fjlorv, and the earth shows his handi
work. The 1 !. hie thrills with o.ie great
K.orv of reil'Ti'p' lii'i. Upon a blasted ami
failed pata'ii .e ii p M,vd the II. Jit of a
p!oi i ius re: t-iral : a. It looked upon
Ahrah;iin fioas li." rani cauel't in the
thicket. It sooke ia ti e 1 d";ll iiii? of tins
herds driven down to .leitisak.'ni for
sacrifice. I' pat ia.iaile pathos into th
upecch of u'-.e.iia!i li-lu mien. It lifted
l'aul into the s"ven;'i Fi'-aven: a:id it
broke upon Mi" e.i- of St. John witli the
brazen trumpets and the doxolo.ny of the
ciders, and .the rushing wins of the
luytcad of waiting until ycu et sick
and worn out lx-fore you s'ak the
iraise of C'krM. while y.iar heart is ha
iet. and your tep is li'-diuv-t. ami your
fortunes smile, and your pathway blos
soms, and the overarching heavens drop
upon you their benediction. t:jeak the
praises of Je.-'.is.
The old Civck orators, when thoy saw
their audience inattei.tive and slnmlicr
ili";. had one v. ol d with which they
would rouso then; up t. tho p;rea test cn
thuNiasni. In th- mi.i-l of their orations
thev would st' j ;:!'d cry out ''Marathon!'
nn-i th.; people's iithu-iasni wouM le
nnlxium'.e I. My hia.crs though jou
mav have kvn loiii-.- down with sin. ami
thou.e'i t:'()!i::li' and trials and temptation
mav have oav upon you. and j'ou fit!
hardly like 1 i ki;:- up, m thuiks there is
onf e-rrnid. r y:d. iiuiu-rial word tliat
ought to rou-e M.-.u' M)i;l to ialir.ite lv
joicinc;. and that word is Jerus,"'
Takinj; I he stv.-i;-:i of'tl:e text, I
shall sjicak t y u '.' ( hrist. oar son:;. I
ivniark. ia tla' ii; t pka-e. that Christ
OUhl Jo be the c.:' ::e soil";. What Oil.
inolh'M-s ;-: to T : wi.cn they ptlt us tc
tie.-, is ii!'.:v; . i. W.' cay havo for
gotten the v-'( .-: h i! !: '" v.'aut iiUO the
Jihtrof our soul, ai.d iit forever be a
part f it. It is J'.ot :".iiuc!i what you
formally v.:ah ;- vr c'cl.hvn as wliat
you sing to tii- A ! nu! has wiu.s
and can t!y cv- iy :!::.. r. O.-.e lunnh-ed
nd lil'ty ye irs afi. v c:i are dead, and
'Oi l Moi i,:l!t "' J as worn out his
chL-jl i-i re-cut ti:i; vwn' r.ame on
the toni'i-ior.e. your r;if-ai-ra'id-cialiht
a wilt 1-' s'!!.ei!! the n
which this a!u ;::.;! you s:n:: to your
lit;!. oil.-.-: e -.. h !,-1 a';;. at vrtur knee.
There ha i;i'v ia vhn where, if
you di-onfiiy utt-r yo;:r voi-.e, there
como back : a or tlt't. e:i 1; iiuct echoes,
and t-v.-ry Cia i- I. soa.-r strap: by a
mother ii. th" e. ; -..'i !- v c'- iM !.a!i have
ten thoti.-aril ich-.ves t .milirt Iz fro:n
all the eaic-i f hca.vcn iU. if mothers
only knew ;!; :,;iv.t of this sacrtil spell,
how much. i'i"'.icr th- l.tlle ones would
1h? :;U'ie!e.l. and ad "i-r I'.omes would
chime .witii th" sri: -;s of Jesus!
We want i eoui.i.-.raeling in1ucnco
uiinn oar c':i!il:-n. J iie very, moincni
your .chili .n ps i: to the tivet he ?tps
into thi) !;:h f tomj-.f.uion. There
are l'oid n .. -uf h d (' H iren who would
like to bes"Il our b.il'u or.es. It will
not do to keep year b and jrirls ju tlio
house and n,aUe them j.onse plants; th.'.r
nmst liavo l're.-h air and rcer. at ion. fcJod
Kive your cluldnn fvonx the scvtljing;,
blasting' ai::nl:--:riidh,.-iiceof the f t "reet s !
I km.v7L.f no couutc-:ic;iv intlxence but
the power of t in i-t;a?i culture and ex
ample. 1 1 :ld before our litd- onc-s the
pure lit''; of J est:.-: !-r that nau.u
the uoid that hail -.orvk-o
pvil from their hearts. Give to
j-our ir..-:tUction nil the fascina
tion of inr:.-:h , rn aah, ;ic.-n and nivcht;
jet it be Jc;-us. the cr-elk sonjr. Ttiis 5
inqiortam if your cL"IJi.mi j-row up, but
perhaps ti cy nuy not. Their pathway
jnav lo short. Jesus may lo wanting
that child. Then there will b. a soisni
lessstep in th.e duelling, and tho yoolh
ful pulse will Ui;in to flutter, and little
hands will Ik? lifted for help. You can
not help. And a great agony will pinch
at your heart, and tiie cradle will be
emptv, and the nursery will he empty,
and the world will be empty, and your
told will be empty. Xi httie feet staua
iiiK on the stairs, toys scattered on tli Vj
bar pet. No quick following f t orn rooui
o room. X strange and wonderi
questions.- No upturned face, with lcugh
faj blue eve? . come for r. kir-: but only
a irave, and n wreath of wllJte blosaom
on tlio top of it ; and bitter desolations !
and a sighing at nightfall with no one to
put to hod, and a wet pillow, and a
grave, and a wreath of white bloswwns
on the top of it. The heavenly Shepherd
will take that lamb nafely anyhow,
whether you have Ix-on faithful or un
faithful; but would it not have been
pleasanter if you could have heard from
tliono liin the praises of Christ? I never
read anything more beautiful than this
about a child's departure. The account
Kiid, "She folded her hands, kissed her
mother good-by, King her hymn, 'turned
her face to the wall, said her little prayer,
and then di.tl.'
Oh, if I could gather up in one para
graph the last words of the little ones
who have gone out from all th"se Chris
tian circles, and I could picture the calm
look and the folded hands and sweet de
parture, methinks it would Ik; grand and
ln autifid as one of Heaven's great dox
ologies! I next speak of Christ an the old man's
song. Quick music loses its charm for
the aged ear. The school girl asks for a
schottische or a glee, but her grandmother
;. ! s for "Ualerma" or tlio "Portuguese
Hymn." Fifty years of trouble have
tamed the spirit, and the keys of
the music biard must have a solemn
tread. Though the voice may ho tremu
lous, so that grandfather will not trust it
in church, still lie has the Psalm book
open Ik fore him and he sings with his
soul, lie burns his grandchild asleep
with the same tune he sang forty years
ago in the old country meeting house.
Some day the choir sings a tune so old
that the young jieople do not know it;
but it starts the tears down the check of
the aged man, for it reminds him of the
revival scene in which he participated,
and of the radiant faces that long since
went to dust, and of the gray haired
minister leaning over the pulpit and
sounding the good tidings of great joy.
I was one Thanksgiving day in my
pulpil in Syracuse, N. Y., and Itev. Dan
id Waldo, at fert years of age, stood be
side me. The choir sang a tune. I said:
T utn sorry they sang that new tune:
nolxxly seem3 to know it." "Bless you,
my son," said the old man, "I heard
that seventy years ago!"
There was a song today that touched
the life of the aged with holy fire, and
kindled a glory on their vision that our
younger eyesight cannot see. It was the
Sony of salvation Jesus, who fed them
all their lives long: Jesus, who wiped
away their tears; Jesus, who stood by
them when all else failed; Jesus, in
whoso name their marriage was conse
crated, and whose resurrection has poured
liht ujon the graves of their departed.
Blessed the Bible in which siectacled old
age reads the promise, "I will never
leave you. never forsake youl" Blessed
the stalT on which the worn out pilgrim
totters on toward the welcome of his re
deemer! Blessed tho hymn book in
which the faltering tongue and the fail
ing eyes find Jesus, the old man's song.
I sieak to you again of Jesus as the
night song. Job speaks of him who giv
ctli songs in the night. John Welch, the
old Scotch minister, used to put a plaid
across his bed on cold nights, and 6ome
one asked him w hy he put that there.
He said: "Oh, sometimes in the night I
want to sing the praise of Jesus, and to
get down and pray 5 then I just take that
IIa M and wrap it around me, to keep
myself from the cold." Songs in the
night ! Night of trouble has come down
ujion many of you. Commercial losses
put out one star, slanderous abuse put
out another star, domestic bereavement
has put out a thousand lights, and gloom
has lieen added to gloom, and chill to
chill, and sting to sting, and one mid
night has seemed to borrow the fold
from another midnight to wrap itself in
more unbearable darkness but Christ
has spoken peace to your heart, and you
Jesus, lover of my soul,
Lt me to thy tosoin Py,
While thn biilows near trie roll.
While the tempest still is high.
Hule nse, oh, my Saviour! hido
Till the storm of life is past,
Safe into the haven guide;
Oh, receive my soul at last.
Songs in the night! Songs in the
night! For the sick, who have no pne
to turn the hot pillow, no one to put the
taper on the stand, no one to put ice on
the temple, or pour out the soothing ano
dyne, or utter one cheerful word yet
songs in the night! For the poor, who
i'ive.e in the winter's cold, and swelter
in the summer's heat, and munch the
hard crusts that bleed the sore gums, and
shiver under blankets that cannot any
longer be patched, and tremble because
rent day is come and they may be set
out on the sidewalk, and looking into the
starved face of the child and seeing
famine there and death' there, coming
home from the bakery, and saying, in tho
presence of the little famished ones, "Oh,
my God. flour has gone up!" Ye songs in,
the night! Songs in tlio' night ! For the
widow who goes to get the back pay of
her husband, slain by the "sharp shoot
ers," and knows it is the last help she
will have, moving out of a comfortable
home in desolation, death turning back,
from the exhausting cough and the pale
cheek and the histerless eye, and refusing
all relief. Yet songs in the night! Songs
in the night! For the soldier in the field
hospital, no surgeon to bind up the gun
shot fracture, r.11 waei; foj. the hofc hps,
1.0 kind hand to brush away the flies
from the fresh wound, no one to take the
loving farewell, the groaning of others
poured into his own groan, the blasphemy
of others plowing up his own spirit, the
condensed bitterness of dying away from
home among strangers. Yet songs in
the night I bongs in the nightl "!Alii"
said one dying soldier, "tell my mother
that last night there was not one cloud
between my soul and Jesus.' Songs in
the night! Songs in the night!
The Sabbath day has coiie. From the
altars of ten thousand churches has
i smoked up the savor of sacrifice, . Min
; inters of the Gospel are how preaching- in
. plain English, jn broad Scdi, jn flowing j
: Italian, m barr-li Choctaw. God s ieo- ,
! pie have assembled in Hindoo temple, i
and Moravian church, and Quaker meet-
nig house, and sailors' bethel, and king's
chaiel, and high towered cathedral.
They sang, and tlie song floated off
amidst the spico gravis, tiy. itruck the t
icebergs, or floated" off into Jie ' western
pines, or was di owned in th6 ' clamor of
lbs great ciiies. Lumbermen sang it,
and the factory girls, anj the children in
tho Sabbath class, and ' 1 tLje' trained
choirs in great 'assemblages. " Trap- 4
pen, with the Min ' vtAoca with
which they shouted yesterday in
the stag hunt, and mariners with thrijah
that only a few days ago sounded in the
hoaise blast of the seu hurricane, they
sang it. One theme for the sermons.
One burden, for the song. Jesus for the
invocation. Jesus for the Scripture les
son. Jesus for, the baptismal font. 'Jesus
for the sacramental cup. Jesus for the
benediction. But the day will go by. It
will roll away on swift wheela of light
and love. Again the churches will be
lighted. Tides of iieople again setting
down the streets. Whole families com
ing up the church aisle.; We must have
one more sermon, tw prayers, three
songs, and one benediction. What shall
we preach to-night? What shall we
read? What shall it bo. children? Aged
men and women, what shall it be? Young
men and maidens, what shall it le? If
you dared to break the silence of this
auditory, there would come up thousands
of quick and jubilant voices crying out:
"Let it be Jesus! Jes!is!"
We sing his birth the barn that
sheltered him, the mother that nursed
him, the cattle that Jed leside him, tho
angels that woke u tin; shepherds, shak
ing light over the midnight hills. We
sing his ministry- tho tears he wijed
away from the eyes of the orphans; the
lame men that forgot their crutches; the
damsel who from the bier bounded out
into tho sunlight, her locks shaking down
over tho Hushed check; the hungry thou
sand wdio broke tho bread as it blossomed
into larger loaves-f-that miracle by which
a boy with' live loaves and two fishes lie
came the sutler or a whole army. We
sing hisorrows his stone bruised feet,
his aching heart, his mountain loneli
ness, his desert hunger, his storm
pelted body, the eternity of anguish that
shot through his last moments, and the
immeasurable ocean of torment that
heaved up against his cror.s in one foam
ing, wrathful, omnipotent surge, the sun
dashed out, and the dead, shroud
wrapped, breaking open their sepulchers,
and rushing out to s-o what was the
matter. We sing his resurrection the
guard that could not keep him; the sor
row of his discij iles: the clouds piling up
on either side in pillared splendors as he
went through, treading the pathless air,
higher and higlfer, until he came to tho
fool f the throne, and all heaven kept
jubilee at the return of the conqueror.
I say once more, Christ is the everlast
ing 6ong. The very liest singers some
times get tired; the strongest throats
sometimes get weary, and many wdio
sang very sweetly do not sing now ; but
I hope by the grace of God we will, after
a while, go up and sing the praises of
Christ where we will never be weary.
You know there are some songs that are
esiiecially appropriate for the home
circle. They stir the soul, they start the
tears, they turn the heart in on itself,
and keep sounding after the tune has
stopped, like some cathedral bell which,
long after tho tap of the brazen tongue
has ceased, keeps throbbing on the air.
Well, it will be a home song in heaven ;
all the sweeter because those who sang
with us in the domestic circle on earth
shall join that great harmony.
Jerusalem, my happy home.
Name ever dear to me;
When shall my labors have an m4
Jn joy and peace in thee?
On earth we sang harvest songs as tho
wheat came into the barn, and the bar
racks were fMled. You know there is nc
such time on a farm as when they get
the crops in; and so in heaven it will Ix
a harvest song on the part of those w he
on earth sowed in tears and reaped in
joy. Lift up your heads, ye everlasting
gates, and let the sheaves come in!
Angels shout all through the heavens,
and multitudes come down the hills cry
ing: "Harvest home!, harvest home!"
There is nothing more bewitching to
one's ear than the song of sailors far ottt
at 6ea, whether in day or night, as they
pull away at the ropes; the music is
weird and thrilling. So the song in
heaven will be a sailor's song. They
were voyagers once, and thought they
could never get to shore, and before, they
could get things snug and trim the
cyclone struck them. But now they are
safe. Once they went with damaged
rigging, guns pf distress booming
through the storm; but the pilot came
aboard, and he brought them into the
harbor. Now they sing of the breakers
Iast, the lighthouses that showed them
where to sail, the pilot that took them
through the straits, the eternal shore on
which they landed.
Ay, it will be the children's song. You
know very well that the vast majority of
our race die in ' infancy, and it is esti
mated that eighteen thousand millions cf
the little ones are standing before God.
When they filial! 1 isa up about the throne
to sing, the millions and the millions of
the little ones ah! that will lie. music for
you. These played in the sheets of Baby
lon and Thebes; these plucked liUc from
the fofc of Uit vet while Christ, was
preaching about them; these waded in
Siloam; these were victims of Herod's
massacre; these were tnrown to croco
diles or into the fire; these came up from
Christian homes, and these were found
lings on the city coruuiona children
everywhere in all that land; children in
the towers, children on the seas of glass,
children on he battlements. Ah, if you
do not like children do pot go tere.
They are in yas majority, and what a
song when they lift tt around about the
The Christian singers and composers of j
all ages will be there to join in that song. I
Thomas Hastings will be there. Lowell j
Mason will be there. Bradbury will bf
there. Beethoven and Af? ilt be
there. They wo sptfiided the cymbals ,
and the trumpets in the ancient tempkvs
will be there. The forty thousand harp
ers that stood at the ancient dedication
will be there. The two hundred singer
that assisted pn that day will te. there.
I?atriarcli3 wno lived amidst threshing
floors', sheplierds 'ho watched amidst
Chaldean- hills, 'prophets who walked,
with long beards, gnd c.oarso apparel, pro
pPMnhiH i against ancient sdiomina
tions, will meet the more recent martyrs
who went up with leaping cohort of tire;
and some will speak of the Jesus of
whom they prophesied, and otdu'va vt the
Jesus for whom tl;ey oed. Oh, what a
sopg: It oame'to John upon Patmos; it
kpiati to Calvin n the prison; it dropr
to John Knox in the lire;' $nd, bwmetunrs
that song has'cbir:& $0 your, ear, perhaps,
.r realty do liink it sometimes breaks
over, the battlements of heaven,,
'4! Christian woman, the wife of a min
ister of hq CJospel, was dying in tire par-
I sonnge near tlio old church, where on
; Saturday night the choir used to as
j soluble and rehearse for the following
Sabbath, and she said: "How strangely
sweet the choir rehearses to-night; they
have lieen rehearsing there for an hour."
"No," said some one about her. "the
choir is not rehearsing to-night." "Yes,"
she said, "I know theyV-re; I hear them
sing; how very sweetly they sing!" Now
it was not a choir of earth that
heard, but the choir of heaven. 1 think
that Jesus sometimes dels ajar the d.-o r
of heaven, and a passa-re of that rapture
greets our ears. The minstrels of heaven
strike such a tremendous strain the
walls of jasjier cannot bold it.
I wonder, will you sing that song?
Will I sing it? Not unless our sins are
pardoned, and we learn now to sing the
praise of Christ, will we ever sing it
there. The first great concert that I
ever attended was in New York, when
Julien, in the Crystal Palace, stood In
fers hundreds of singers and hundreds of
players ujion instruments. Some of yon
may rememlicr that occasion; it was the
first one of the kind at which 1 was
present, ami I shall never forget it. 1
saw that one man standing, and with the.
hand and foot wield that great harmony,
beating the time. It was to me over
whelming. But oh. tho grander scene
when they shall come firm the last, and
from the we.-,t, and from the north, and
from the south, "a great multitude 1 hat
no man can number," into the temple of
the skies, host l-yond host, rank lievond
rank, gallery above gallery, and Jesus
shall stand lief ore that great host to con
duct the harmony, with his wounded
hands and his wounded feet! I.ilielt.e
voice of many ::.:- : , V.".: .'.: . .
mighty thundering.--, they shall cry.
"Worthy is the lamb that was slain to
receive blessings, and lichc., and honor,
and glory, and power, world without
end. Amen and amen!" Oh, if my ear
shall hear no other sweet sounds, may I
hear that! If I join no other glad as
semblage, may I join that.
I was reading of the battle of Agin
court, in which Henry V. figured; and
it is said after the hattlu was won, glori
ously won, the king wanted to acknowl
edge the divine interposition, and he or
dered the chaplain to read the Psalm of
David, and when he came to the words,
"Not unto us, oh Lord, but unto thy
name be the praise," the king dis
mounted, and all the cavalry dismounted,
and all the great host, ofiicers and men,
threw themselves on their faces. Oh, at
the story of the Saviour's love and the
Saviour's deliverance, shall we not pros
trate ourselves before him now, hosts of
earth and hosts of heaven, falling upon
our faces and crying: "Not unto us, not
unto us, but unto thy name be the glory !"
A Queer Sort of Watch.
While traveling through New York
state I came across what I consider a
curiosity. The clerk of the Dibble house,
in Mattcawan, N. Y., Mr. Charles Sweet,
has a watch he purchased from a German
many years ago, who bought it in a
pawnshop in Germany at a cost of not
quite $1, American money. The curious
part is, it never lias been wound for eight
or nine yea is since ho lias had it, for two
reasons;' First, it does not wind with a
key, nor is it a stem winder, nor is there
any other mechanical means to wind it.
It winds itself simply by tho motion of
the bo'y while walking or natural motion
of the body during tho day. It has an
hour and minute hand, also n tiecond
hand, is solid llyer, and lias an inde
pendent second hand that registers tho
number of hours it i ? wound. hL-.o
has a peculiar centerpice that, vhc:
touched, places tho hands backward
forward at will. Io manufacturer's ;
name can bo found on the works or in t'u1
case; the only letters are on the worh-:
rerpetual manometer." Dr. Charles 1 1 !
Howard in New York. World,
How to Clean !T Ic-'.
"This slow process of cleaning the ice
o.T the sidewalks by chipping at it w:Ji a,
shovel or a hatchet makes mo. luvdx"
said a country bred citbe-n as ho strug
gled over a t;ias- of fragments of ico,
sonic stuck fast uid some loose-, "it
could be done ten times more qnickry by
the u.h? of an old far-hioned wo wlets maui,
made by taking a log fcveral feet long
and tri -iiniing it down to a dinmtuv
two or three inches for most of its
length. It shr.nl,; be of tho original
Ikickr.OJS lor about one foot or eighteen
inches from one end, r.nd that thou id 1;?
the business end. A few vigorou-i hlov, s,
delivered without morjr. the maul from
the perpend icii'.'-, would smash the icy
covering of any sidewalk in New YrtL
into loose fragments that ooyhl he moved
in a few miuute5,' Icw York Sun:
The rvofesrior's Uli-isfal Iiiofum-e.
A Buffalo professor the other day was
enlightening bis class on the subject of
geology, when one. of the pupils cam?
forward, handed a piece of rock candy
to the professor, and asked wha.t it wa..
The professor suggested that it was
probably a Rttanuty ot crystalline quartz,
v.hcieuion the boy wondered at its being
$0 crumbly. The scientist thn ventured
the ppinion that tho subs tan co was car
bonate of lima. Some of the boys cutd 1
iiot refrain from giggling outright, but
the professor remained in blissful
ignorance of the joke. Chicago News.
Itaplint DlisHioRS in Ita-iu.
Baptists are the only inlc-sian lv
which has tho piiyil'.-ii of oiirvyiii;; on
tnfsiufis n K-usGi;i vitU the .sanction of
hu gover-nnient, but they are not al
lowed to baptize members of the Greek
church. There are in Russia '.M B.ipti.-t
churches, 41 pastors and evanoiii(s,
Sunday schooLj anci 13,87 church mem
l.ers; 8.u cie baptized last year.-
(iooj Jig at I'oriralt.
A fauious art connoissei'- cf Baltimore
can, at a glaxi - Vhet'ner a portrait;
of aa.y ILerit has l)een paintetl from life
6r from imagination aided by photog
raphy. In the latter ease the soul of
things 1 not manifest, Only a discerner
of spirits could detect the dilTerer.ee.
Scientific test3 in Hungary sliow that j
corn will produce the largest yield of ;
milk, -while sorghum will produce milk j
or the richest quality. - (
An electrical ieanut roaster is one cf .
the latest inventions of tie day.
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COIINEK MAIN AND SIXTH
Finnan Haddiea. California Evaporated
Nectarines they are delicious.
Boston Brown Bread Mi x tur o , --3orn3 th i nrj new
Prunells and Apricoto. A ; ;j p -tr r -j in Cans.
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