Popular Fallacies, :
From Public Opinion. '
A verv onmmnn prror is to suppose
that birds sleep with hea d beneath the
wing. No bird ever sleeps so; the
head is turned round and laid upon
the back, where it is often conceal
ed by feather3.
That dos are kept in health by
addition of brimstone -to their drink
ing water. Seeing that stone brim
stone is utterly insoluble in water, I
fail to perceive what use it can pos
sibly be to the dog.
fTl I A. r - t L..iimAnna
xuui cow tire iouu 3 oiHin-"i'
Cows, as well as horses, in grazing I
carefully avoid plants, whieh, like al
the Iianunoulaccoe, are harsli,astrinl
gent and somewhat poisonous.
That washing the face in morning
dew improves the complexion. Dew
is distilled water; but, being merely
very pure water, it cannot exercise
any special iufluence on the skin; I
ani unwilling, however, to dispel this
pleasing illusion, and therefore say,
"By all means, young ladies, wash
your faces in the morning dew, in the
full belief of its efficacy. To do so
you must rise early and breath the
pure morning air; this will benefit
your health, and no doubt yourcom
plexion at the same time." This is
undoubtedly the lesson intended to
be inculcated.
That a fire is extinguished by the
sun shining on it. The effect in this
case is apparent and not real. A
fairly good fire looks little better
than a heap of white ashes under the
powerful light ot the sun's rays.
That there is economy in putting
firebricks or clay-balls into a fire.
Considering that whatever heat they
give out is derived from the fire it
self, and that, being themselves ut
terly incombustible, they contribute
nothing to the heat of the fire, there
can be no economy in their use. Our
method ot using fuel is, however, ter
ribly wasteful; a very large percent
age of combustible matter, as well as
heat, goes up the flue and is wasted.
That pipes are burst by a sudden
thaw. That thaw merely finds out
the bursting that has already been
effected b the frOst. It is the ex
pansion of water when passing into
the icy state that bursts water-pipes
of whatever material.
That the bones are brittle in frosty
weather. No doubt more bones are
broken in winter than in summer,
but this is due to the slippery stage
of the roads at that season, not to
speak of accidents on the ice and not
to any abnormal condition of our
bones.
That "thunderbolts" are tangible
realties that can be handled and pre
served as curiosit ies. The only thun
derbolt is the flash of lightning, oit
en no doubt very destructive, but
never accompanied by any solid. The
only solid bodies that ever fall to the
earth from the sky are aerolites or
bolides, bodies coming from outer
space and having nothing to do with
thunderstorms.
That mirrors attract lightning and
should be covered or turned to the
wall during a thunderstorm. This is
a pure illusion, arising from the fact
that mirrors reflect the lightning
flash and thus add to the terror and
apparent danger of the storm.
A Somnambulist's Performance,
Residing on the south side is a man
whose physician has strongly advis
ed him to indulge in a regular exer
cise. This voting man has been trou
bled with insomnia and is occasion
ally afflicted with somnambulism.
He belies, however, that he has the
making of an athlete in him, and
when he received his physician's in
structions he resolve to bring it out.
So he had a horizontal bar erected in
the back yard of the house, and up
on this he practiced daily. His
principal feat was to grab the smooth
bar with both hands and swing
around with great rapidity. One
night last week the young man's
mother was awakened by thenosieof
a door closing. She arose and tip
toed toward the back part of the
house. Looking out of the window
she saw her son, clad in his night
gown, revolving on the horizontal
bar with lightning rapidity. Amaz
sd at the spectacle of the gyrat
ing son and his flapping night gar
ment she aroused his father and told
him about it. The old gentleman
arose, donned his pants and went to
the rescue. When he succeeded in
stopping the revolutions of the flying
boy he learned that he was asleep
and that he had posed as a somnam
bulist athlete. He awoke him with
some difficulty and led him back to
his bed. Now the -young man has
his parents lock his doors and win
dows when he goes to bed. He is
anxious to regain his health, but he
will not go so far as to do a horizon
tal act in his nightgown Chicago
Herald.
Animal Life in the Gulf Stream,
The surface waters of the Gulf
stream teem with minute life of all
kinds. There the young of larger ani
mals exist, microscopic in size; and
adult animals which never grow
large enough to be plainly visible to
the naked eye occur in immense
quantities. By dragging a fine silk
net behind the vessel, these minute
forms are easily taken, and when
placed in glass dishes millions un
counted are seen swimming bark
ward and forward. AVhen looked at
through a microscope we see young
jelly fishes, the young of barnacles,
crabs and shrimps, beside the adult
microscopic species, which are very
abundant. The toothless whale finds
in these his only food Hushing
through the water, with mouth wide
open, by means of whalebone strain
ers the minute forms are separated
from the water. Swallowing those
obtained after a short period of
straininir, he repeats the operation.
The abundance ot this kind of life
can be judged from the facts that
nearly all kinds of whales exist ex
clusively upon these an mais, most
-of them so small that thev are not no
ticed on the surface. Ralph S. Tarr
in Popular Science -Monthly.
05LT FOB AWHILt.
Dean," draw your chair besidems,
For I lore to have you near.
And I have Rome words to tell yon,
That you noon or lute must hearl
Cloner. dearie, for the darkness
Seems to me to come apace,
And, altho the daylight linerers;
I can scarcely see your face.
Dearie. we,hnv one together
Liv'd. and been for fl.ty yearn;
Fac'd the world, nnd fought its battle
Thro' its hopeR mid thro' its fears;
Now for one the fight is ending
I am first ordain'd to fall, '
Leaving you n lone, my dearie,
l'ou, who are my all in all!
Dearie, stay those tears, I pray you.
Hard it is stout heart to keepl
But to me 'tis, in this raiment,
Harder still to see you weep!
"We are only parting, dearie,
For awhile; therel take my hand!
Kiss me, for my soul is pluming
For the bright Eternal Land!
Edward Oxea'.ord in Young Lady's Jour
nal. A STRANGE COMPACT-
It was a dreary night in the Win
ter of 17. Outside a heavy, fog
filled the narrow, unsavory streets
of the metropolis and the lungs and
eves of such unfortunates as chanced
to be abroad. It even invaded the
. i
small wooden sanctums of the night,
watchman, interfering with slumbers
to which the inmates were both by
age and office entitled. Across the
river, in the dingy, ill-paved lanes of
the borough, the fog seemed at its
worst, a light warmish haze being
the only indication of the presence
of those shops which still remained
open, and round which small, ill-clad
urchins, with the most unmistakable
intentions, persistently hovered.
"A sweet night for footpads,'
muttered young Dr. Mostyn, as he
disengaged himself from a chance
recontre with a post, and felt his
way along by tapping with his stout
stick at the house walls, a proceed-
ins: by which he had already severely
damaged the legs of three of his suf
fering fellow-creatures, and poked a
large hole in the kitchen window of a
fourth. "And now," he continued,
talking to himself for the sake of
company, "for home and supper and
a fire. Ah, nnd a patient or two,
perhaps, v ho knows?
At thischering prospect his spirits
rose, and he banged mightily at the
wall with his stick in consequence
until at length,
coming
to a small
street on las right, he turned smart
ly clown, ana naving made sure o
his own door, knocked brirkly at it.
. "Who's there?" cried a shrill female
voice in response.
"It's I, Bet," said her master.
"Open the door, mv good girl."
"Not it I knows it," was the cheer
ing reply. "You take yourself off,
young man, whoever ypu are.
There s two ounuogs ana tnree men
with loaded guns standing bv me, to
say nothing' -
"Open the door, Bet!" roared her
master through the keyhole. "Don't
you know me?"
"Is it 9 o'clock or 11?" propound
ed the damsel; "because; if it's 11
o'clock, mveyes deceive me; and if
it's 9 o'clock, your voice deceives me;
for the doctor said he d be home at
11 and not before; and considering
the fog, I should say a good deal
arter.
"Open the door!" said the surgeon
sharply. "I'm back already because
mv patient's dead. Come: ODen at
once!"
There was a creakin and
shooting of the bolts as he
finished speaking, and th
door beTng cautiously opened.
disco ved an angular woman of some
35 vears. whose nervous face cleared
directly she saw her master.
"I'm asking you pardon for keep
ing you so Jong, sir," said she; "but
one never knows who's who; and
judging by the noises and runnings,
there's been rare doings round the
corner to-night."
"Anybody been, Bet?" asked the
surgeon, as, ten minutes later, he sat
down to a carefully grilled chop.
'"Not, a soul, replied hi3 hand
maiden.
"And a nice person you would be
to open the door, if an accident had
arrived.
"Oh, I should nave opened it at
once." said Bet with decision. "Direct
ly they used the word "accident," I
should have opened it and chancel
it."
Her master, smiling at her devo
tion, drew his chair to the fire and
having carefully filled a long clay
pipe, fell to smoking with an air of
great enjoyment and content. Then,
thinking it extremely unlikely that
he would be disturbed at that late
hour, he dismissed his retainer to
her quarters in a neighboring house,
and being left to himself, lapsed into
a brown study.
It might have been the fog. or it
might have been the unexpected death
of his patient; whatever the cause,
his thoughts took a very gloomv
direction indeed,' and he shook his
head despondinglv as he thought of
future prospects. His mood was not
made more cheerful by the room,
which was large and dark: and pan
eled with oak, and ornamented with
battered oil-portraits ot dead and
gone worthies, with whom he claimed
uome kinship more or less remote,
who seemed to stare at him to-night
in a particularly ghostly not to say
wooden manner. Besides all this, he
was in love; and he had no sooner
built a magnificent castle in the air
and placed her in it, than an any
thing but airy landlord called lor the
rent, and the dream was spoiled.
He had been sitting thus for some
time, nursing his woes and sipping
a glass of hot coghac which he had
prepared, when he was disturbed
, i ... i.
dv a iouu imperative Knoeumnr
at the iront door, whereat he
. 4. . o
snatched up one of the guttering
candles and marched down the nar
row stairs to open it. The feeble
light of the candle, when he had
done so, showed him a tall, strong
ly built man of middle age, whose
naturally fine proportions were in:
creased by the fog, which clung to
them and exaggerated them. The
surgeon noted that he was richly
clad, and also that the embossed
hilt of a sword protruded from the
skirts o: his coat, while hi face, from
some powerful emotion, was pale
and drawn.
.'A7 you the surgeon?" asked the
new-comer, abrupt.
"At your service," was the reply.
"Come in."
The stranger obeyed, and waiting
until the surgeon had secured the
door, followed him up-stairs.
"Examine me!" aaid lie, taKing on
his laeed coat and stanxlfng pale and
upright before him. ;
"Unfasten your snirL, uiu uw
other., falling in with his strange
humor and commencing a careful ex
amination. "Well?" inquired the stranger
when he had finished.
"Sound as a bell and as hard as
oak."
"Not likely to die suddenly?" sug
gested his visitor.
"No. I should think that that
would be the last thing to happen to
you," reolied the puzzled surgeon.
Why, what is the matter with you?
Do you feel ill?"
"No. I feel halo and stronar, capable
of enjoying life with the best. I've
never had an illness in my life. But
for all that I shall die at midnight."
' 'Of course," said the surgeon, some
what provoked at all this mystery,
if you are going to kill yourself, you
1 tr o
can speak with more authority as to
the time than anybody else.
"In have no intention of commit
ting suicide," was the stern rejoinder.
"Nevertheless, at midnight my time
expires, The manner oi my aeatn is
unknown to me; but 1 shall never see
the lifting of this dreadful blackness,
which, on my last night upon earth,
has fitly interposed ityelf between me
and the heaven I have renounced."
The surgeon, listening to this
strange outburst, turned to the ta
ble, and filling a glass with brandy,
handed it to his extraordinary pa
tient. " 'Twill put heart into vou,"
said he. ' -
"But not a soui," said the other;
and shuddering convulsively, drank
it at adraught; then placing the glass
upon the table, he drew a purse from
his pocket and looked at the surgeon.
"Your lee?"
"Nothing. I know not what
your
that
trouble is, but I wish much
I could help you."
"I ra past all help," said the other,
sadly, moving toward the door; then
pausing, as the surgeon took up one
of the candles to light him down, he
said, in irresolute tones: "As you
shall judge, if vou care to hear?"
"By all means," said Mortyn heart
ily, as,replacingthe candle, he poked
the fire and drew up a chair for his
visitor.
"Twenty years ago," said the lat
ter, accepting the proffered seat and
leaning toward the surgeon, "my cir
cumstances wsre very different from
what they are now. Young and
strong-, I had at the death of ray pa
rents rejected the bread of dependence
offered me by relatives, and, full of
hope I came to London to make
my fortune. It proved to be harder
work than I had anticipated; and in
very short while I was reduced to the
verge of starvation. One dreadful
night, of which this is the twentieth
anniversary, I was half crazed with
poverty and despair. For two days
I had not tasted food, nor did I see
the slightest prospect of obtaining
any. Added to this, I was deeply m
love, though unhappily the interfer
ence of those who should have been
our best friends kept us apart. A.s I
crouched shivering in the garret
which served me for a lodging, I
think I must ha ve gone a little bit
mad." He broke off suddenly, as
though unwilling to continue, and
stared gloomily at the fire.
"Well? said the surgeon, who had
been listening with much interest.
"Have you ever heard of compacts
writh the Evil One?" demanded the
stranger.
"I have heard of such things?" re
plied the surgeon, on whose spirits
the occasion and the stranger were
beginning to tell.
"I made one," said the other,
hoarsely. "Crouched by the empty
grate, which mocked me with its cold
bars and white ashes, my thoughts
turned, as though directed by some
unseen power, to all that ihacineara
and read of such compacts. As my
mind dwelt upon it, the subject lost
much of its horror, until a gentle
rustling in the neighborhood of the
fire drove me with quaking heart to
my feet. My fears, however, were
but momentary, and with fierce de
termination I called upon my unseen
visitor to lend me his awful aid. As
I spoke, the sounds suddenly ceased,
and a voice seemed to cry in my ear:
Write, write! I dragged a small
table into the moonlight, which
struggled
through the begrimed
panes of the window, and with
my own blood and the miserable
stump of a pen. wrote out the terms
of an agreement, with the Prince of
Darkness, possessed, as I did so, with
the horrible consciousness of some
thing in the room watching me. I
vowed that if for twenty years i:c
gave me wealth and the possession
of her whom I loved better than my
own life, my soul should be the for
feit. If the next morning brought
change of fortune, I should take it
for a sign that he had accepted my
conditions. I sighned it and swoon
ed. When I awoie from the sleep in
to which the stupor had merged, the
sun was shining brightly into my
foul lodging, and below was a mes
senger who brought me news of a
large fortune which had fallen to me
through the death of an uncle. God
forbid that my rash vow should have
had aught to do with it. oince then,
everything has prospered with me.
I married the woman I loved. We
have a large family. I have kept my
secret to myself. To-night at 12 my
time expires."
"The change in your fortunes was
a mere coincidence for you, then,"
said his visitor, whose face was now
livid. "In the morning, when I awoke,
the agreeement which I had left on
the table had uisap peared."
"Mostyn rose a. id.
taking great
care not to extingmsn the names,
snuffed the candles.
"As I supposed my death would bo
a stricly natnrai one," continued the
stranger, "I thought 1 would
consult a surgeon, . in . or
der to .see- whether my -heart
was sou n d v o rjv e I .her I wa sv t o d ie
as I have said, in a nerfectlv natural
manner owing to Its disease. A
watchman whom I met directed me
to your oor."
"Do yon iiveintheneighborhood?"
"No-at Westminster," was the re
ply. "But having put all my affairs
In order, and wishing that my" dear
ones should be no witnesses of my
death, I have been roaming about
the streets to meet it there."
"Alone?" q-ieried the wondering
surgeon.
I hope so," i aid the other shud
dering. "Be guided by me," said the surgeon
earnestly. "Return toyour home, and
forget all about this mysterious
compact you fancy you have made."
His companion shook his head end
turned to the door.
"Are you going to roam about in
the fog again?" asked Mostyn.
"Unless you will let me stay here,"
said the other, glancing at him wist
fully. J u "You are not nervous?
you do1 not think I shall die?"
"You will die of fright if you die at
all, said the surgeon sturdily-. "But
stay, and welcome, if you will." And
to avoid the thanks of hia guest, he
poked the'flre until1 the resulting
blaze almost caused the candles to
snuff themselves out with envy.
For some time they sat silent. The
streets were now entirely deserted, and
no sound save the flickering; of the
fire disturbed the silence of the room.
Then the surgeon arose and, upon
hospitable thoughts intent, busied
himself with the little spirit-case
which stood on the sideboard; and
after sundry most musical gurglings
from the bottle as it confided its con
tents to the glasses, appeared in his
place again with two steaming pota
tions and a sugar-bowl. "Cognac,"
said he, "with all his fiery nature sub
dued, now in its tranquil old age."
"Thanks," said his visitor, taking
the proffered glass. "The last
toast I shall drink: Long
life to you." He tossed off
the contents, and again lasped into
silence, while the surgeon slowly
smoked his long pipe, removing it at
intervals in favor of the spirit he had
so highly commended.
Half an hour passed, and a neigh
boring church clock slowly boomed
the Hour ot 11. une nour more.
The surgeon glancing at his com
panion to see what effect the sound
nad upon him saw that his eyes were
closed and that he breathed heavily.
Raising cautiously to his feet, he felt
the pulse of the strong sinewy wrist
which hungover theside of the chair,
and then, returning to his seat, sat
closely regarding him, not without
casting certain uneasy glances into
the dark corners of the room. His
pipe went out; the fire burnt low, and
seen " through the haze ot fog
ana smoke, the motionless figure in
the chair seemed suddenly to loom
large in front of him and then to
almost obsecured by darknes.
be
For a few seconds it seemed his
eyes closed. When he opened them
the fire was out, and the figure in
front of him still sat in the chair,
though its head had now fallen on
its beast. Full of horrible fear, he
glanced hurriedly at the clock and
saw that it was just upon the stroke
ot 4, then he sprang. to theside of his
guest and seized the wris b nearest to
him. As he did so, he started back
with a wild cry of horror. ; for some
slippery thing, darting swiftly be
tween his feet, vanished in the gloom
of a neighboring corner.
Ere he could recover himself, the
the " man in front of him
stirred uneasily, and rising
unsteadily so his feet, gazed
stupidly at him. "What's the mat
ter?" he asked at length in dazed
tones.
"Matter!" shouted the still trem
blingsurgeon. "Why, it's four hours
past midnight, and you are alive and
well." .
With a violent start, as he remem
bered his positiom , the stranger
glanced at the mantle shelf. "Four
o'clock!" said he "four o'clockl
Thank God. there was no compact!"
Then another fear possessed him:
"Is it is the clock right?"
"To the minute," said the surgeon.
standing gravely by with averted
head, as his visitor, heedless of his
presence, fell upon his knees and
buried his face in his hands.
As he rose to his feet, the old church
clock slowly struck the hour of four,
appearing to both the listeners to do
so with an emphasis as unusal as it
was welcome. As the last stroke
sounded, the stranger who could
even now hardly realize his posi
tion, threw up the window and
extended his head. The fog had dis
appeared, the air wras crisp and clear,
and the distant rumbling of the early
market-carts betokened the begin
ning of another day.
"How came I to sleep?" he inquir
ed, closing the window and turning
to the surgeon.
"I drugged your drink. It was the
onlv thing I could do. You were in
such a stranga state of alarm, that
you wouia either nave aiea or gone
mad if 1 had not done so."
The stranger extended his hand
and caught the young sergeon's in.a
mighty grasp. "You ran a fearful
risk! Suppose that I had' died. My
death would have been attributed to
the drug, and you would have been
accused of my murder."
"I chanced it," said Mostyn simply.
"There was no time for considera
tion." "It has been a strange business,"
paid the other. "What could it have
been that was in my garret that
night, and what could have taken
the agreement?"
"Rats," said Mostyn, smiling.
"One of them frightened me terrible
just now, but it would not have done
so if I had not been in a very excited
condition. The same state of mind,
perhaps, though in a milder form,
that you were in on the night you
wrote your agreement."
"There were rats in the room, I re
member," said the stranger, "but I
never once thought of them. You
have saved my" ,ason,ifnotmylife,"
and he again grasped him by the
hand. "You shall not find me un
grateful." Nor did he; for, aided by his in
fluence, the young sergeon rose rapid
ly to fame and fortune, which he
shared in the most liberal manner
with the girl for whom his poverty
had long kept him waiting. -
NOT MOVED BY FIRE.
Dr. Talxnage on the Burning of Erooklya
Tabernacle.
The Destruction of the Great Church Does
Not Mean that Hie Work in Saving Soul
is Ended He will Go Bight Forward.
The burning of Brooklyn Tabernacle left
the vast congregation of Rev. T. De Witt
Talmage without a houso for the moment,
tut the Academy of Music was thrown
open for them on ounuay, ana tne pastor
spoke to an audience of vast size, his sub
ject was The Baptism of Fire," and he
took as his text Acts xx, 34, "None of these
things move me." He said:
But, Paul, have you not enough affliction
to move you f Are you not an exile from'
youmative land With the most genial
ana loving nature, have you not, in order to
be free for missionary journeys, given
yourself to celibacy i Have yOu not turned
away from the magnificent worldly suc
cesses that would have crowned your illus
trious genius f Have you not endured the
sharp and stinging neuralgias, like a thorn
in the flesh? have -you not been mobbed
on the land, and shipwrecked on the sea;
the sanhedrim against you, the lloraan
government against j'OJ, all the world and
all hell against you
"V hat of that" says Paul. "None of
these things movo me!" It was not because
he was a hard nature. Gentlest woman
was never more easily dissolved into tears.
He could not even bear to see anybody cry,
for in the midst of his sermon when he saw
come one weeping ner sobs aloud, "Wnati
mean ye to weep and to break mine heart
for I am ready not to be bound only, but
also to die at Jerusalem for the name of the
Lord Jesus." What then did Paul mean
when he said, "None of these things move
me" He meant, "I will not be-diverted
from the work to which I have been called
by any and all the adversities and calami
ties." I think this morning I express not my own
feelings but that of every man, woman and
little child belonging, to Brooklyn Taber
nacle, or that was converted thare, when I
look toward the blackened ruins of the dear
and consecrated spot and with an arousal
faith in a loving God, cry out: "None of
these things move me."
u hen I say that, I do not mean that we
have no fet ling about it. Instead of stand
ing here to day in this brilliant auditorium,
it would be more consonant with my feel
ings to sit down among the ruins and weeo
at the words of David : "If I forget thee,
O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her
cunning." Why, let me say to the strangers
here to-day in explanation of the deep emo
tion of my fiock, we had there in that build
ing sixteen years of religious revival. I bo
lieve that a hundred thousard souls wero
bora there. They came from all parts
of the earth and we shall never see them
again until the books are opened. Why,
sirs ! our children were there baptised, and
at those altars our young men and maidens
took the marriage vow, and out of those
gates we carried our dead. V hen from the
roof of my houso last Sunday morning at
3 o'clock I saw our church in flames, I said :
"That is the last of the building from
which w e buried our De Witt on that cold
December day when it seemed all
Brooklyn wept with my household."
And it was just as hard for you to
give up your loved one3 a3 for us to give up
ours. hy, like the beautiful vines that
still cover some of the fallen walls, our
allections are clambering all over .the
ruins, and I could kiss the ashes that mark
the place whore it once stood. Why, now
that I think of it, I cannot think of it as an
inanimate pi e, but as a soul, a mighty soul,
an indestruetiblo soul I am sure that
majestic organ had a soul, for wo have
oTtcn heard it speak and sing and shout
and wail, and when the soul of that organ
entered heaven I think Handel, and
i.aydn, and Mozart, and Mendelssohn, and
Beethoven were at the gate3 to welcome it.
So 1 do not use the words of my text in a
heartless way, but in the sense that we
must not and will not bo diverted from our
work by the appalling disasters which have
befallen us. Ve will not turn aside one
inch from our determination to do all wo
can for the present nnd everlasting happi
ness of ail the peoplo whom we may be
ublJ to meet. "None of these things move
me. None of the3e tilings move you."
h"n J Jooned out through tha dismal
rain from the roof of my houso and saw the
church crumbling br ck by brick and tim
ber by timber, I said to myself: Doss this
mean that my work in Jirooklyn is ended?
Does this terminate my association with
this city, where I have been more than
twenty years jrlad in all its prosperities, and
sad in ail its misfortunes? And a still small
voice came to mo, a voice that is no longer
slill or small but most emphatic and com
manding, through pressuro of hand, and
newspaper column, and telegram and letter
and contributions saying: "Go forward!"
I have made and I now make appeal to
all Christendom to help us. Vve want all
Christendom to hoip, and I will acknowl
edge the receipt of every contribution, groat
or small, with my own hand. We want to
build larger and better. V e want it a na
tional church, in which people of all creeds
and all nations find a homo. The contribu
tions already sent in make a small hearted
church forever impossible. Would notl be
a sorry spectacle for angels and men if, in
a church built by Israelites and Catholics,
as well as an tne styles or peoDle com
monly called evangelical, I should in
stead of the banner of the Lord God
Almighty, raise a fluttering rag of
small sectarianism ? If we had three hun
dred thousand doMars we would put them
all in one great monument to the mercy of
God. People ask on all sides about what
we shall build. I answer, it all depends on
the contributions sent in from here and
from the ends of the earth. I say now to
all the Baptists, that we shall have in it a
baptistry. I say to all Episcopalians, we
shall have in our services as heretofore at
our communion table portions of the
Liturgy. I say to the Catholics we
shall have a cross over the pulpit and
probably on the tower. I say to the
Methodists, we mean to sing there like
the voices of mighty thunderings. I say to
all denominations, we mean to preach
religion as vvide as heaven and as good as
GotL We have said we had a total los3.
But there was one exception. The only
things we saved were the silver communion
chalices, for they happened to be in another
building, and I take that fact as typical that
we awe to be in communion with all Chri3
teiSom. "I believe in the communion of
saints!"
1 think, if all the Brooklyn firemen and
all insurance companies should search
among those ruins on Schermerhorn street,
they would not find a splinter large as the
tip end of the little finger marked with
bigotry. And as it is said that the exhum
ed bricks of the walls of Babylon have on
them the letter N, standing for Nebuchad
nezzar, I declare to you that if we ever get
a new church the letter we should like to
have on every stone and every timber
would be the letter C, for that would stand
both for Christ and for Catholicity. The
last two words I uttered in the old church
on Friday night, some of you may remem
bea, were "Hallelujah! Amen!"
The two words that I utter now as most
expressive of my feelings in this our first
service after the Baptism of Fire, are Hal
lelujah ! Amen 1 "None of , these things
move me."
We are kept in this mood by two or three
considerations. The first is, that God rules.
In what way the church took lire I do not
know. It has been charged on . the light
nings. Well, the Lord controls the light
nings. Ho managed them several .thous
and years before our electricians were
born. The Bible indicates that, though
they flash down the sky recklessly, God
builds for them a road to travel.
. In the Psalms it is said: "He made a
way for the lightning and the thunder. "
Ever since the time of Benjamin ' Franklin
the world has bean trying to tame tha
lightnings, and they seem to be quite well
harnessed, but they occasinally kick over
the traces. But though we caanot master
great natural forces. God can and does,
and that God is our Father and best Friend,
and this thought erives us confidence.
We are also reinforced by the Increased
consolation that comes from confraternity
of sorrow. Tho ieoplo who, luring the,
last sixteen years, sat on tho other sido of
the aisle, whose faces wero familiar to you,
tut to wIiom you had never spoken you
greeted them this week with smiles and
tears as you said: "Well, the old place U
gone." You did not want to seem to cry,
and so you swept the sleeve near the corner .
of tho eye, and pretended it was the sharp
wind made your eyes weak. Ah! thera
was nothing the matter with your eyes: it
was your soul bubbling over. 1 tell you
that it is impossible to sit for years around
the same church fireside and not have sym
pathies in common. Somehow you feel
that you would like theso people on tha
other side of the aisle, about whom you
know but little, prospered and pardoned
and blessed and saved. You feel as if you
are in the same boat, and you want to glide
up the same harbor and want to' disembark
at the same wharf.
If you put gold and iron and lead and zino
in sufficient heat, they will melt into a con
glomerate mass; and I really feel that last
Sabbath's lire has fused us all, grosser and
finer natures, Into one. It seems as if we
all had our hands on a wire connected with
an electric battery: and when this church
sorrow started it thrilled through the whole
circle, and we all felt the shock. The oldest
man and the youngest child could join hands
in this misfortune. Grandfather said, "I
expected from those altars to be buried;"
and one of the children last Sabbath cried,
"Grand pa, that place was next to our house. "
Yea, we are supported aud confident in this
time by the cross of Christ.
That is used to the fire. On the dark day
when Jesus died, the lightning struck it
from above, and the flames of hell dashed
up against it from beneath. That tearful,
painful, tender, blessed cross still stands.
On it we hang all our hopes; beneath it we
put down all our sins; in the light of it
we expect to make the rest of our pil
grimage. Within sight of such a sac
rifice, who can feel he has it hardi In
tho sight of such a symbol, who can
be discouraged, however great' the dark
ness that may come down upon himl Jesus
lives! The loving, patient, sympathizing,
mighty Jesus ! It shall not be told on
earth, or in hell, or in heaven, that throe
Hebrew children had the Son of God be
side them in the firs, and that a whole
church was forsaken by the Lord when
they went through a furnace about two
hundred feet wide.
O Lord Je3us ! shall we take out of thy
hand tho flowers and the fruits, and
the brightness and tho joys, and then
turn away because thou dost give us
one cup of bitterness to drink! Oh, no,
Jesus! we will drink it dry. But how It is
changed! Blessed Jesus, what has thou
put into the cup to sweeten it? Why, it has
become the wine of heaven, and our souls
grow strong. I come now, and place both
of my feet deep down into the blackened
ashes of our consumed church, and I cry
out with an exhilaration that I never felt
since the day of my soul's emancipation,
"Victory! victory! through our Lord Jesus
Christ?" .
Your nans, ye trcmbl'.ns saints,
Down irom t'ie wlllowj take
Loud to t lie praise ot lovo Uivlaa
Bl I every string awake.
WTo are also re-en forced by the catholicity
that 1 have already referred to. We are in
the Academy to-day, not bacauao wo have
no other place to go. Last Sabbath morn
ing at 9 o'clock we had but one church;
now we have about thirty, all at our dis
posal. Tho.r pastors and their trusteea say:
"You may take oar main audience rooms.you
may take our lecture rooms, yo i may take
our church parlors, you may baptise in oar
baptisleries, aud sit on our anxious
se it3." Ohl if tuerj be any largar heirta I
ministers or larger hearted churches any
where than in Brooklyn, tall m3 where they
are, that I may go and 833 them before I
die. Tha millennium has come. Peoplo
keep wondering when it is coming. It his
come. The lion and the lamb lie down to
gether, and the tiger eats straw, lik2 an ox.
I should like to have seen tvvj of the old
time bigot3, with their swords, fight
ing through thai goat firo on Scher
merhorn stre2t lat Sabbath. I am
sura the swords would hive united, and
they who weilded them would have learned
war ho more. I can never say a word
against any other d3n mlna,tioa of Christ
ians. I thank God I never hive bojn
tempted to do it. I cannot bia ssctarl-in. I
have been told I ou'ht to be, and I have
tried to be, but I have not enough material
in mo to mako such a structure. Every
time I get the thing most done, there comos
a lire, or something else, ana all is gone.
The angels of God shakj out oi this air,
"Glory to God in tbe highest, und on earth
peace, good will toward mau." I do not
know but I see on th-j horizon the first
gleam of the - morning which shall
unite all denominations in one organisation,
distinguished only by the locality as in
apost tlio times. It wiw then the Church
of Thyatira, and tha Church of Theasaloni
ca, and tho Church of Antioch, and the
Church of Laodieeu. So I do not know but
that in the future history, and not far off
either, it may l3 simp'y a distinction of lo
cality, and not of creed, as tho Church of
New York, tho Church of Brooklyn, tha
Church of Boston, tho Church of Charles
ton, the Church of Madras, the Church of
Constantinople, the Church of America.
My dear brethren, we cannot afford to bo
severely divided. Stauding in front of tho
great foes of our commoir Christianity, we
want to put on the whole armor of God and
march down in solid column, shoulder to
shoulder! one commander! one triumph!
The trumpet nlc amart'a! strnln
O Asiacl : jrlrrt th?o for i ho lltUt;
Arise, tno combat to maintain;
A -isiand u thy f es to fl'ght.
We also feel reinforced by the thought
that we are on the way to a heaven that
can never burn down. Fires may cweep
through other cities but I am glad to know
that the New Jerusalem is fireproof. There
will be no engines rusbing through those
streets; there will be no temples consumed
in that city. Coming to tho doors of
that Church, we will find them
open, resonant with songs, and not
cries of fire. Oh, my dear brother
and sister! If this short lano of life
comes up so soon to that blessed place, what
is the use of our worrying I have felt a
good maDy time3 this last week like Father
Taylor, the sailor preacher. He got in a
long sentence while ho was preaching one
day, and lost himself, and could not find his
way out of the sentence. i;e stopiwd and
said: "Brethren, I have lost tho nomina
tive of this sentence, and things are gener
ally mixed up, but I am bound for the king
dom anyhow."
And during this last weok, when I saw
the rushing to and fro and the excitement,
I said to myself, "I do not know just where
we shall start again, but I am bound for the
kingdom anyhow." I do not want to go just
yet. I want to be a pastor of this peoplo
until I am about eighty-nine years of age,
but I have sometimes thought that there are
such glories ahead that I may be persuaded
to go a little earlier for instanco, at eighty-
two or eighty-three; but I really think that.
if we could have an appreciation of what
God has in reserve for us, we would want
to go, stepping right out of the Academy of
Music into the glories of the skies.
Ah! that is a good lend. Why, they tell
me that in tnat iana tuey never nave a
heart ache. They tell me that a man might
walk five hundred years in that land and
never see a tear or hear a sigh. They tell
me that our friends who have left us and
gone there, their feet are radio nt as tho
sun, and that they take hold of he hand of
Jesus familiarly, and that they open
that hand and see in the palm of it a
healed wound that must have been very
cruel before it was healed. And they tell
me there is no winter there, and that , they
never get hungry or cold, and that the sew
ing girl never waaes through tno snow
bank to her daily toil, and that the clock
never strikes twelve for the night, bat only
twelve for tho day.
See that light in the window. 1 wonder
who set it there. "Oh!" you say, "my
father that went into glory must have set
that light in the window." No; gue&a
again. "My mother who did fifteen yar
ago in Jesus, I think must have set that
light there." No; guons again. You say,
"My darling little child, that last summer I
put away for the resurrection, I think:
she
must have set that light thero In
window." No;' guess again. Jesus
it there; and he vill- keep it burn
until tho day we ' put our finger
tho
set
ing
on the latch of the door and go in to be at
home forever. Oh! when my sight gcta
black in death, put on my eyelids that swoct
ointment. When in tho last weariness I
cannot tako another step, just help me put
my foot on that doorsill. When my ear
catches no more ,tho voices of wife and
child, let me go right, in, to have my deaf
ness cured by the stroke of the hwrpers
whoso finger. fly over tho strings with tha
anthems of the free.
Heaven never burns down ! The fires of
the last day, that aro already kindled in tho
heart of the earth, but aro hidden bocauso
God keeps down the. hatches those inter
nal fires will aftor a while break through
tho crust, and the plains, and the moun
tains and the seas will bo consumed, and
the flames will fling their long arms Into
the sklos; but all the terrors of a burn
ing world will do no .more harm to
that heavenly temple than the fires
of tho setting sun which kindle up the win
dow glass of the house on yonder hill top.
Oh, blessed land ! But I do not want to go
thore until I see the Brooklyn Tabernaclo
rebuilt You say, "Will it be?" You might
as well ask mo if the sun will rise to-morrow
morning, or if the next soring wiil put
garlands on its head. You and I may not
do it you and I may not live to see it; but
tho Church of God doos not stand on two
legs nor on a thousand legs.
How did the Israelites get through lhe
Red sea! 1 suppose somebody may havo
come and said "There is no need of trying;
you will get your feet wct?you will siwil
your clothes; you will drown yourselves.
' VV hoover heard of getting through such a
sea as that" How did they get through
it? Did they go back No. Did they go
to tho right No. Did thev go to
the left? No. They went forward in
the strongth of the Low! 'Almighty ; aud
that is tho way wo mean to get through tho
Kcd boa. By going forward. But says
someone: "If wo should build a larger
church, would you bo ublo with your voico
to fill it?" Why, I havo been woaring my
self out for the last sixteen years in tryir.ff
to keep my voice in. Give mo room whero
1 can preach the glories of Christ and iho
grandeurs of heaven.
Forward! We have to march on, break
ing down all bridges behind us, making re
treat impossible. Throw away your knap
sack if it impedes .your march. Keep your
sword arm free. Strike for Christ and Ilia
kingdom whilo you may. No people vor
had a better mission than you are sent
on. Prove yourselves worthy. If I am
not fit to be your leader, set me aside. Tho
brightest goal on earth that I can think
of is a country parson ago amidst the moun
tains. But I am not afraid to load .vou I
have some dollars; they are at your dispos
al. I have good physical health; it is yours
as long as it lasts. I have enthusiasm of
soul; I will not keep it lack from your
service. I have some faith in God, aud I
shall direct it toward tho rebuilding of our
now spiritual house. Come on, then. I
will load you.
Come on, ye aged men, not yet passed
over Jordan I (Jive us one more nil uetoro
you go into the promised land. You men in
middle life, harness all your business faie-
iiuc3 to tii. 8 cuterpriSv. Young man, put
the firo of your soul into , this work-. Let
women consecrate t ..eir persuasiveness
and pernistcncc to this cause, and they will
bo preparing benedictions for their dying
hour uud everlasting re wards; and if Satan
lNjally did burn that TabcrnMC'.e d jwn, as
some say ho did, ho wili lind it tho poorest
job he ever undertook.
Good by, old Tabernacle. 1 put 'my fin
gers to my lip and throw a kiss to tiio do
parted church. In tho lust day, iiy wo bo
ablo to meet the song a there suntr, mid tha
prayers there offered, and the sermons thero
preached. Good-by, old pla-.e, who'-e somo
of us first felt the Gospel poacv, uud
others hoard th9 last mossago ere th',v Hod
away into tho skie3! Goo t-by, Brooklyn.
Tabernacle of 1873! But wcleomo our now
church. (l3eolt as plainly ui though it
were already built!) Your gates wider,
your songs moro triumph in t, your ingather
ings moro glorious. Kiss out of tho ashes
and greot our waiting vision ! Burst on our
souls, oh day of our church's resurrection I
By your altars may wo be preparad for tho
hour when the firo" shall try ovcry man's
work of what sort it Is. Welcome, Brooklyn
Tabernacle of 1890!
He NcYer Got I'ncu to lint tie i.
Col. Jamos M. Thompson javo hi3
opinion as follows: "Tho quality of
courage in battlo I. regard as being1 to
a large extent a physical attribute. I
have honrd a good deal of tallc about
tbo nonchalenco of men in action, and
their ease and composure after tlio iirst
gun was tired, bti,t 1 never took much
stock in it. 1 went through tlio war in
tho army, and it was my fortune to bo
in a portion of tho'tervicu in Virginia
whero there was a goo 1 deal of hard
lighting to do, and thor.J wasn't any
creditable way to get out of it, either.
I saw service in twenty- Mght battles,
and lean freely saw that I for ono
never got 'used .to it' 1 never went
into a light without.' an all-pi-evaling
tense of danger, and always glad when
it was over. Of coarse moral courage,
high patriotism, and' the military spirit
kept tho majority of men right up to
the mark, but there wero notable in
stances of men whow physical natures
simply failed to respond when called on.
They eould not possibly go into a fight.
A clear head and a full conception of
tho enormous consequences of coward
ice to themselves failed to spur them
to the staving point, tnCL on tho first
whiz of a bullet their signals of distress
were visible to all in sight.
'A well-known Now York colonel, a
per.'ect gentleman a.id sr-holar, a pa
triot, nnd a really noble chow, was so
weak in point f courage, and hi hu
miliation so great at really being afraid
to face dnnger, that he was forced to
retire irom tho army, went to Wash
ington pined away, mid died in a few
weeks. I knew another prominent of
fice r whoso friends, out. of considera
tion for his well-known failing, used
to manage, on one pretext or another,
to keep him out of engagements, and
thus shield him from exposure. Men
like that aro to bo pitied, not blamed.
They want to fight, but their bodies
actually refuse to do "their wllL"
Globe Democrat.'
The SiiKiklnir mjrtnicnt.
A crusade against tlio smoking com
partment of sleeping cars bus, it is
asserted, been inaugurated by Mrs.
Frances Willard, the eloquent temper
ance reformer. In an interview with
ilr. George M. Pullman, this energetic
lady argued that the smoking rooms
should bo abolished and eieeial cars
provided for users of tho weed, declar
ing that under tho present urrangemcnt
tho smokb is blovvii into the body of tho
cars, to the disgust of the female occu
pants. It is to bo admitted that if tho
odor of stale tobacco smoke Invaded u
sleeping car it would not bo agreeable
to most people, but tho smooking rooms
of tho modern sleepers aro so thorough,
ly divided off that it takes a very criti
cal nose in any other part of tho ear to
know that the combustion of tobacco Is
going on, !nd it is raro that the most
fastidious traveler has any complaint to
make on that score.lvailw.ry Age.
Marriage is a feast whero the grnco la
sometimes better than the dinner, Co Uou,
