WHEN THC COWS COME HOME.
Tka tight oa the ssoanbEta fail aslant;
Tho btroe in the bash ai will;
Tfce cricket ctosrpu in the pasture plant
When tb cowa come over the hilL
Tfc s-wsllows circle above the save;
A pale star mount the ky ;
TV qnirrel raatle the golden sheave
When the cows are passim by.
Over ike valley the shadows creep,
Dark'ning the green of the pine;
Down In the garden the honeybees leep.
Missing the brearh of the sine.
The tinkle of bells is sweet to my ear.
Bat sweeter the words of a song
That the singer is slowly bringing sear
As she follows the cows along.
6he sings of a lorer whose faith is fast
WhereTer his footsteps roam;
And her cheek grows red when we meet at
last.
As tiie cows are nearing home.
New Bohemian.
FAIRBAIRNS START.
Falrbalrn's a successful man es
pecially since bis wife's money has en
abled him to write at leisure and he's
clever, but I do think he lacks resource.
See bere, this Is from the morning
paper:
"A sale of autograph letters was held
yesterday at the rooms of Messrs. Leth
bridge. White &. Co., when some high
prices were recorded.
"A small lot of six very early and in
teresting letters written by Cbarlea
Pickens when he was reporting for the
Morning Chronicle fetched 40ft; two
short notes by Lord Tennyson, written
prior to his marriage in 1.V. and hav
ing reference to 'In Memoriam,' sold
for $61; a four-page letter written by
John Rnskln in 1842 was bought for
$3.75; three early letters written by
John Fairbairn and the title page of
the original manuscript of his famous
novel, The Vision of Present Things,'
were secured by Mr. Wan-bet. after a
brisk competition, for $71. A batch of
twenty short notes and post cards by
Mr. Gladstone fetched $42. and a few
minor lots were disposed of."
That's bow things stand to-day with
fairbairn; anything of his sells in--cluding
bis autograph.
But four years ago his position with
the public was very different, and I
am going to tell you how small a thing
was really the turning push which
veered the needle round on the dial,
and then set it fair for his future.
Fairbairn and I both played at being
barristers after we left Oxford, and
both found it necessary to do bread
and-lmtter work for journals wbose
editors considered our stuff worth pay
ing for.
This wetit on for a couple of years,
when, by the death of a relative. I
came into a working share of a patent
pill. From that time I found ample
scope for my literary ability in writing
advertisements for the pill.
But Fairbairn had to keep bis nose
to the grindstone and wanted the leis
ure to do his Iiest work; and then got
engaged to Klinor Hay. Her father.
Andrew Hay. whs a wealthy north
country manufacturer retired from
business, a man of whims and croch
ets, which were strong in proportion
to their unreasonableness.
Among his crotchets were an absurd
belief In Bloxatu's pills, which can't
hold an Invalid's night light to mine;
a fancy for horse-hair sofas and dining-room
chairs, which besides lelng
most uncomfortable and slippery, are
terribly wen ring on one's t rousers: an
extraordinarv opinion of successful
and well-known authors and an entire j
contempt for those not eminent.
But the man was a curiosity in oth
er ways. He would sis-nd large sums
on his hobbies, the collecting of old
silver plate ami autograph letters, and
yet I believe be was almost parsimoni
ous about his household expenditures.
They were afraid to tell old Hay
about their engagement, for Klinor told
Fairbairn who was quite frank with
her alKHit his means in what light her
father regarded authors who had yet
to arrive.
And so the affair was very awkward
ly shaped, and Fairbairn. who now
lived near me at Kentley he had given
up the Temple was perpetually ask
lug me what he ought to do.
He didn't like keeping his engage
ment dark, and he didn't want to run
the risk of being told by old Hay not to
go to his (Hay's) house any more.
This was ai the time when "shilling
shockers" were very popular, and. to
give Fairbairn a leg up. I suggested
he should write one for me, full of In
terestafter the style of "Dr. Jrkyll
and Mr. Hyde" but should let the
magic medium be finally rerealed In
the last chapter as Pinkerton's Pills
Instead of the powders brought in by
K. L. Stevenson.
But Fslrbairn would have nothing to
do with It. (Subsequently, I had a nov
el written for me on this plan. It went
splendidly, and some of the reviewers
who. I am told, don t always rend the
books they review never spotted the
Idea, and the thing-was a huge suc-
.cess.)
One afternoou. after about three
months of this clandestine engage
ment. Mis Hay was calling on my wife.
. who was In the secret, and, when ask
ing usto go to dinner at Fast brook, said
to me: "I do wish, Mr. Mlldmny, you
would think of some plan to make fath
or think more of John; It Is so
wretched." ......
"Mint Hay." I answered, as a thought
flashed on aa. "Iet ua make a com
pact. If I succeed In making your fath
er think felfniy or Jonn aa an ant nor,
; will ;a alt to my artist for 'Brought
p on Plakcrton rills T A first -class
black aid whit poster, yon know, a
fcst(wA4aaf foe and free pllm for
Mfe."
mh laaekod. tart I aonurod her
It, tad lastitr tho eonpact waa
Ftirbaim's fiancee waa 30, and aba
had confided to my wife that aba
couldn't touch the money that came to
her from her mother If she married
without her father's consent under the
age of 25.
On the following Monday I went to
dinner at Mr. Hay's. The only other
guests were Fairbairn and a Miss Pet
res a friend of Elinor's.
After dinner the old man got show
ing us some of his things, and Fair
bairn, at my advising, played up to
old Hay and admired bis autograph
letters when he pulled out his port
folios. I remember one he showed ns was a
little scrap written by Charles II. when
a boy to his guardian, the earl of New
castle, who had been chiding blni for
not taking his medicine:
"My lord, I would not have you take
too much phisick; for It doth allwales
make me worse, and I think It will do
the like with you," ran this letter, and
I nearly sent Hay Into a fit when I
suggested he should lend It to me for
fac simile production, with the addi
tion, 'Take Pinkerton's Pills. Charles
P." (Mr. Hay died last year and his
daughter recently gave me Charles
II.'s letter. You may like to see It au
naturel before It goes on the hoard
ings.) Later In the evening the old gentle
man showed me some recent acquisi
tions, and among them was au early
letter he had bought, at a high price,
written by George Meredith.
"That's what I call au author, sir'."
he exclaimed, as he gazed at his pur
chase; "I haven't read him and I don't
know what he writes about, but it's
good enough proof for me of his posi
tion when I have to pay In bank notes
for his letters." And the old man glanc
ed disparagingly In Falrbalrn's direc
tion. This remark at once suggested to me
my plan of action. I thought it out as
I went home and the next day set to
work.
First, I went to a well known Umdon
dealer in autographs and bought $12."
worth of letters. I added to these
which Included one by Carlyle and two
of Thackeray's a couple of notes writ
ten to me some years ago by Fairbairn
anil which I bad hunted up among my
pa pf rs.
I then went to one of the literary
salesrooms and gave In all the letters
including Fairbairn's with a commis
sion for their sale at the next auction.
At the same time I obtained from
the manager the names and addresses
of half a dozen regular attendants at
their auctions, and. calling a hansom,
went to see each of them. My formula
was the same In each case. I said: "At
Blank's sale next Tuesday some of
John Fairbairn's letters will Is put
up "
Who's John Fairbairn?" was the
invariable question that was Inter
posed. "He's the author of 'I.ucy Armltage,'
and er er, why, surely you know
himT'
But none of the six men did. so I told
each of them privately to bid for these
two letters of Falrbaini's for me. I
named my price limit at for bidder
"A" and at $75 for bidder "F." letting
my limit to the four others increase I t
$5 from $.V) to $7."i. They all thought
I was mad. I suppose, but as I paid the
neifssary deposit they agreed to bid
for me.
I had put my plan In shape, ami now
set alxmt the most effective denoue
ment of It as regards old Hay. Two
days later I received from the sales
rooms a printed catalogue, which con
tained particulars of the letters I had
riven iii for the sale, and which did
not mention my name ns the owner or
them.
With this in my ps ket. I went over
to Kb st brook in the evening, as i
sometimes did. for a game of billiards,
and. dining the game, turned the talk
on to Hay's hobby.
By the way, I was so interested
with those autographs you showed me
a st. Monday that I am thinking of
making a collection." Hay pricked up
his ears at tills, and at once assented to
my request that he would give me the
benefit of his experience.
I got this catalogue to-day from
P.lnnk s. I went on. as 1 took it from
my sicket. "You might look through
It and mark what you tiling nuciy.
And I gave the catalogue to him and
took up my cue.
Hay had not looked long at the list
before be exclaimed, "Who is tins;
John Fairbairn. two early letters?
Who's John Fairbairn r (Hint was
the seventh time of asking.)
"W'hv, toii know Fairbairn. Mr. Hay
he dined here last Monday."
What? Him! Who the devil wants
bis letters. I should like to know?
Your stroke, sir." I said, "and let me
tell you that Fairbairn Is a long way
higher up the ladder than I fancy you
think he Is from your remark.
"Nonsense:" replied the old gentle
man, as he slammed the red Into a Itot
torn pocket.
I went on with my stroke, and. lie
fore I left, we arranged to meet at
P.lank's.
As the sale progressed I secured some
of the minor Items marked, and my
Carlyle and Thackeray letters were
ls.ught by Hay himself, who bid for
them after asking me if I Intended to
secure them. The prices fetched were
more than I bad paid for them on the
preceding Tuesday.
It was verv funny to watch the auc
thmeer as he announced, 'Two early
letters by John Falrlalrn."
He did not want to give himself
away ns a connoisseur, and so bis voice
larked the smack of Importance which
It had when he announced some of the
other Iota, On the other hand, be did
not want to appear at fault aa an aw
tloneer. ami no between the' two nejta
tlve wants Mr. Quitter looked fairly
Doaaled.
But this waa loot on Mr. Hay, who
waa examining oao of Ma porcteaoa,
but aa a bid of $10 waa quietly
by one of my agenta I whispered to
Hay. "Falrboiru's letter are being
offered."
Twelve dollara," came sharp from
another of my alx bidders, and "$15"
from another on Hay's left Tho old
gentleman looked puzzled.
Twenty," called out my "F" man,
who sat on the other aide of the table;
"$25." "$30" and "$40" were quickly
reached before old Hay could get back
the breath he had lost In his first gasp
of astonishment.
Leaning toward him, I whispered, for
I saw he was bit:
"Shall I bid?"
"No, no; leave It to me," he muttered,
as he mopped his head In a dazed way.
This beats me. but they must be
worth having, or Potter and Hayman
and the others wouldn't be so keen."
"Fifty dollara" was reached, when to
my immense surprise Mr. Hay called out
"$55," and as be was at once taken up
and passed by my man "C." I leaned
back In my chair and fairly luxuriated
In the scene. The ordinary habitues
of the salesroom were completely non
plused; but Hay did not notice it; he
was too much engrossed. A bid of $05
had come from my fourth limit man
and Hay chimed In, only to be cut out
by my fifth string with $70.
With a thump on the table Hay look
ed at the auctioneer and gasped $75.
A final glance round, the mallet fell,
and Mr. Hay had bought two of the
despised John Falrbalrn's letters!
Of course this settled the whole thing,
for Hay was the last man ever to go
back on his own Judgment. As we
went out together he said to me:
"You must forgive me for what I
said the other evening about Mr. Fair
bairn. I had no idea be stood so high.
But you can't have a surer test of a
man's position than the price his letters
fetch."
I murmured a polite rejoinder, and
said: "Your mistake was quite pardon
able, Mr. Hay, for Fairbairn Is one of
those quietly brilliant men who are
really right up at the top of the tree,
but who make no fuss of self-advertise
ment.
"Yes, yes; It must be so, and I must
make amends for my mistake. Will you
come ami meet him at dinner on Fri
day?" On the morning after the dinner Falr
lwiirn formally proposed for Miss Hay,
and her father at once consented.
She gave my jirtlst the necessary sit
tings for ' Brought I'p on Pinkerton's
Pills." one of the liest posters I have
ever used, and the marriage took place
within three mouths.
The income from his wife's money
was not for loug needed by Fairbairn,
for the report of the sale of his letters
brought him into prominent notice,
aud his own clever work cemented his
success.
But you can now see why I started
by saying that Fairbairn lacks re
source, because be might have thought
of the plan himself; but, then, he Is
merely a taleuted man he has not the
(TOM ills w hieh Is at the call of a writer
of advertisements for Pinkerton's pills
Sketch.
Suspicious of "Iem Feet."
-Yes. Isiss. 1'se frozen ma feet, dat's
wot rc done, shore 'nuff," said a col
ored longshoreman to an Inspecting
physlclau in one of th?bigclty hospital.
That's hard lin k. How did It hap
pen?" asked the visitor.
"Well. It was Jes' this way, lwiss: I
was vtaliln' 'long tin- watah pretty late
one ni'it. one er t hem cole nights we
had a while ago. Tuesday. I think it
was. Let's seeto-day Is Sunday.
Yes. 'twas las' Tuesday. I got pretty
f.le in mv feet mid they left Kinder
queer, but I didn't thing nothin of it.
I was spectin' a steamer lu. yo see,
an' didn't think much 'lsmt ma feet.
Nex' day they was kinder qin-er like.
but I didn't Isitlier 'Unit 'em. Thurs
day 'twas that they got sorter sore, au
Friday they was wus. Felt pretty bad
Friday. Come Saturday I couldn't
stan' It no longer, i ney nun scan -
lous. an' I says to ma wife. 'Josephine.'
says I. Tse gwiuter to take orr ma
shoes an' see 'f ther ain't sump'n the
matter wlv 'em feet. An' It'sjus' us I'm
telllu you, Isiss. They was liofe froze."
New York Press.
Prohibition In Pittsburg.
A practical prohibition movement
has been started by the women of Pitts
burg. Alsnit 2'Hl women, represent
ing nine denominations of the i vangdl
cal churches of Pittsburg ai d Alle
gheny, unanimously adopt M t!e fol
lowing resolution: "We pledge ourselves
not to use any refreshments containing
alcohol In our homes, or patronize ca
terers who Insist on using liquors In
their ices and desserts. e urge Chris
tian ministers to preach upon this sub
ject and also upon card-playing and
questionable amusements, whim are
so demoralizing." The secretary was
Instructed to forward a message of ap
preciation to Miss Morton, sister of Sec
retary Morton, to Mrs. Cleveland and
to members of the cabinet.
The Hooks Were Confiscated.
The Prussian police In Hchleswig
have averted what they no doulit re
garded as a serious danger to the
mighty German empire. They have dis
covered aud promptly confiscated a
uuiiiImt of books which bore on their
covers the national ll.r,' ct Denmark.
The contents of the books were not has
dangeroua than the covers, for tiny
consisted of nursery stories ami I untrue
Hons In cookery.
An Appropriate Gift,
Servant Mrs. Horrowell sends word
thst she's got callers, and would you
lend her a little cake.
Mistress Yea, send her some sponge
cake. Philadelphia Kecord.
Jee Joe Miller, Vol. , Pago i.
Has anybody yet remarked since the
days of Harvey that the circulation of
too blood waa la Total-Richmond. Dis
patch.
THE WINTER BLASTS.
REV, DR. TALMAOE SHOWS HOW
TO WARM THE WORLD.
A Calqwe Tea sad a Powerat Bar-asoa-Tba
KaTact at the I'ntissslv
Cold-Warmth of tha Charch of Ood
-The World's Fireplace.
Onr Weekly Baraaom.
The freeiing blasts which have swept
over the country at the time we expected
spring weather make this sermon espe
cislly appropriate. Dr. Tannage text
was Psalm cxlvii., 17, "Who can stand
before his cold?"
The almanac says that winter Is ended
and spring hss come, but the winds, aud
the frosts, and the thermometers, in some
places down to zero, deny it. The psalmist
lived in a more geuisl climate than this,
and yet he must sometimes have been cut
by the sharp weather. In this chapter he
spesks of the snow like wool, the frost
like ashes, the hailstones like msrbles and
describes the concealment of lowest tem
perature. We hsve all studied the power
of the heat. How few of us hsve studied
the oower of the frost? "Who can stsnd
before his cold'" This challenge of the
text has many times been accepted.
Oct. 19. 1812. Napoleon's great army
began Its retreat from Moscow. One hun
dred and fifty thousand men, 50.0)0
horses. tloO pieces of cannon, 40,000 strsg
llers. It was bright weather when they
started from Moscow, but soon something
wrsthier than the Cossacks swooed uon
their Hunks. An army of arctic blasts
with Icicles for bayonets and hailstones
for shot, and commanded by voice ot tem
pest, marched after them, the flying ar
tillerv of the heavens in pursuit. The
troops at nightfall would gather into cir
cles and huddle themselves together for
warmth, but when the dsy broke they
rose not, for they were desd. and the
ravens came for their morning meal of
corpses. I he way was strewn wiui wie
rich stuffs of the east, brought as booty
from the Russian capital. An invisible
power seized 100,000 men suil hurled
them dead into the snowdrifts and on the
hard surfaces of the chill rivers sud into
the maws of the dogs that had followed
them from Moscow. The feezing horror
which has appalled history was proof to
all sites that it is a vain thing for any
earthly power to accept the challenge of
mv text. "Who could stand before his
cold?" In the middle of December, 17
at Yaller Forse. 11.000 troops were, with
frosted ears and frosted hands aud frosted
feet, without shoes, without blankets, ly
ing on the white pillow of the snowbank
Frigid Horrors.
As during our civil war the cry was,
"On to Richmond when the troops were
not ready to march, so in the Revolution
ary war there was a demand for wintry
campaign until Washington lsl Ins eqm
lihrium and wrote emphatically, "1 assure
those gentlemen it is easy enough seated
by a good fireside and in comfortable
homes to draw out campaigns for the
American army, hut I tell them it is not
so easy to lie on a bleak hillside, without
blankets and without shoes. Oh, th
frigid horrors that gathered around the
American army in the winter of Jii
Vallev Forte was one of the tragedies of
the century. Benumbed, senseless, dead
"Who can stand before his cold?" "Not
we." aav the frozen lips of Sir John
Franklin and his men. dying In arctic ex
ploration. "Not we," answer Schwatka
and his crew, falling buck from the fort
resses of ice which they had tried in vain
to capture. "Not we," say tho abandoned
and crushed decks of the Intrepid, the Ui
sistauee and the Jeaiinelte. "Not w'
say the procession of American martyrs
returned home for American sepulture, Iii'
Ixing and his men. The highent pillnr o
the earth are pillars of Ice Mont Blan
Jungfrau, the Matterhoru. The largest
galleries of the world are galleries of ii
Some of the mighty rivers much of th
year are in captivity of ice. The greutest
sculptors of the nges are glaciers, wit
arm and hand and chisel and hammer o
i.-e. The cold is imperial and bus a crow
of glittering crystal and is seated on
throne of ice, with footstisd of ice am!
scepter of ice. Who can tell the sufferings
of the winter of H:l, when all the bird
of (sermnny isTisbed, or the winter of
10.") in Knglaml. when the stages rolled
on the Thames und temporary houses of
merchandise were built on the ice, or the
winter of IS'Jl in America, when New
York harbor was frozen over and the
heaviest teams crossed on the ice to Stat
en Island? Then come down to our own
winters, when there have open so many
wrapping themselves in furs, or gathering
themselves around fires, or thrashing their
arms about them to revive circulation -the
millions of the tcmerute and the arc
tie zones who are comis'iliil to confess,
None of us can stand before his cold."
FireltrM Homes,
flue half of the industries of our day arc
employed in battling inclemency of the
weather. 1 he furs of the north, the cot
ton of the south, the flax of our own fields,
the wool of our own Mocks, the coal from
our own mines, the wood from our own
forests, all employed in battling these in
clemencies, and still every winter, with
blue lips and chattering teeth, answers,
"None of us can stand before his cold."
Now, this being such a cold world, God
sends out influences to warm it. I am
glad that the Ood of the frost is tho God
of the heat; that the God of tho snow is
the God of the white blossoms; that the
God of January is the God of June. The
question as to how shall we warm this
world up is a question of iiumcdmte and
all encompassing practicality. In this
zone and weather there are so many lire
less, hearths, so maug broken window
panes, so many defective roofs that sift
the snow. Coal aud wood and flannels
and thick coat are better for warming up
such a plai-e than tracts and Bibles nisi
creeds. Kindle that fire where it has giue
out; wrap something around those shiver
ing linil: shoe IMose bare feet; hat that
bare head: coat that bare back; sleeve
that bare arm.
Nearly all the pictures of Martha Wash
ington represent her in courtly dress as
Isiweri to by foreign embassadors, hut
Mrs. Kirkland, In her interesting liook.
gives a more inspiring portrait of Martha
Washington. She conies forth from her
husband's hut in the encampment, the
hut in feet lung by 14 feet wide she
comes forth from that hat to nurse the
sick, to sew the patched garments, to con
sole the soldiers dying of the cold. That
is a better picture of Martha Washington.
Hundreds of garments, hundreds of tons
of coal, hundreds of glastera at broken
window sashes, hundreds of whole aouled
men and women, are necessary to warm
the wintry weather. What are we doing
to alleviate the condition of those not so
fortunate as we? Know ye not, my
frienda, thera ara ksndrsds of thssasaada
of people who ess not stand before bis
ooMT I la useless to preach ta bare feet.
aud to easpty stomachs, and to gaunt vis
ages. Christ gave the world a leaeon In
common sense when, before preaching the
gospel to tho multitude in the wilderneaa,
be gave them a good dinner.
When I was a lad, I remember seeing
ro roneh woodcuts, but they made more
impression upon me than any pictures I
have ever seen. Tbey were on opposite
. . . 1
pages. 1 tie one wooocui reprwieniKu u
coming of the snow in winter aud a lad
looking out at the door of a great man
sion, aud he was all wraped in furs, and
his cheeks were ruddy, aud, with glowing
.... 1 A
countenance, he shouted. It snows i ji
snows!" Ou the next page there was a
miserable tenement, aud the door was
open, and a child, wan and sick ami rag
ged and wretched, was looking out, ana
he said, "Oh. my God, it snows!" The
winter of gladness or of grief, accordtug
to our circumstances. But, my friends.
there m more than one way of warming
up this cold world, for it Is a cold world
in more resHcts than one, and I am here
to consult with you as to the best way of
wanning up the world. I want to have a
great heater introduced into all your
chunhes aud all your homes throughout
the world. It is a heater of divine patent.
It has many pis-s with which to conduct
heat, and it has a door in which to throw
the fnel. ( )uce get this heater Introduced,
and it will turn the art-tie zone into the
temperate, and the temperate into the
tropics. It is the powerful heater; It is
the glorious furnace of Christian sym
pathy. The question ought to be, instead
of how much heat can we absorb. How
amch heat can we throw out? There are
men who go through the world floating
iceberg. They freeze everything with
their forbidding look. The hand with
which they shake yours is as cold as the
paw of a jsilar bear. If they float into a
religious meeting, the temperature drops
from HO above to 10 degrees below zero.
There are icicles hanging from their eye
brows. They float into a religious meet
lag, and they chill everything with their
jeremiads, t old prayers, cold songs, com
greetings, cold sermons. Christianity ou
iit-! The church a great refrigerator.
Christians gone into winter quarters. Hi
iH-rnation! On the other hand, there are
imople who go through the world like the
breath of a spring moruiug. sriu greet
nigs, warm prayers, warm smiles, warm
Christian influence. There are such per
son. We bless God for them. We re
joice in their companionship.
The Good Samaritan.
A general in the Knglish army, the
army having halted for the uight, having
lust his baggage, lay dowo tired and sick
without any blanket. An otlicer came up
and said: "Why, you have no blanket
I'll go and get you a blanket." He do
parted for a few luomeuts aud then came
back and covered the general up with a
very warm blanket. Tho general suid
' hone lilnnket I this .' 1 he uflleer re
plied, "I got that from s private soldier in
the Scotch regiment, Ralph McDonald.
"Now," said the general, "you take this
blanket right back to that soldier. He
can no more do without it than I can do
without it. Never bring to me the blanket
of a private soldier." How mauy meu like
that general would it take to warm the
world up? The vast majority of us are
anxious to get more blankets, whether
anylHiily else is blanketless or not. Iok
at the fellow feeling displayed in the rocky
defile ltctwecu Jerusalem and Jericho in
Scripture times. Here is a man who has
been get upon by the baudits, aud in the
struggle to keep his property be has got
wounded and mauled and stabbed, aud he
lies there half dead. A priest rides along.
lie sees him and says: "Why, what's the
matter with that niau? Why, he must
Im hurt, lying on the flat of his hack
Isn't it strange that he should lie there
But I can t stop. 1 am ou my way to
temple services. Go aloug, you beast.
Carry me up to my temple duties." After
aw Idle a Lcvite comes up. He look over
and says: "Why. that mno must le very
much hurt. Gashed ou the forehead
What a pity! Tut, tut! What a pity!
Why, they have taken his clothes nearly
all away from him. But I haven't time to
stop. I lend the choir up in the temple
service. Go along, you beast. Carry me
up to my temple duties.
After awhile a Samaritan conies along
one who you miglit upsse through a na
tiuiial grudge might have rejected this
por wounded Israelite Coming along, he
sees tins mull ami suys: n ny, unit man
must be terribly hurt. I see by his
tares he is an Israelite, but he is a man.
and he is a brother." "Whoa!" says the
Samaritan, and he gets down off the beast
and comes up to this wounded man, gets
down on one knee, listens to see whether
the In-art of the unfortunate uiiiu is still
IM-Htiiig. makes up his mind there
chance for resuscitation, gies to work at
him. take out of his sack a bottle of oil
ami a bottle. of wine, cleanses the wound
with some wine, then ismrs some of the
restorative into the wounded man's lips,
then takes some oil, and with it soothes
the wound. After awhile he takes off
part of bis garment for a bandage. Now
the sii k aud wounded man sit up, pal
ami exhausted, but very thankful. Now
tho gissl Samaritan says. "You must get
on my saddle, and I will walk." The
Samaritan helps and tenderly steadies this
wouiidi-d man sntil he get bun on toward
the tavern, the wounded man holding ou
with the little strength he ha left, ever
aud anon lisiking down at the good Sa
iniiritan and saying: "Y'ou are very kind
I had no right to expect this thing of
Samaritan when I am au Israelite. Y'ou
are very kind to walk and let me ride."
Christian fympatbr.
Now they have come up to the tavern
The Samaritan; with the help of the land
lord, assists the sick and wounded man
lo dismount ami puts him to bed. The
Bible savs the Samaritan staid all night
In the morning. I supssc, the Samaritan
went in to hsik how his patient wa and
ask him how he passed the night. Then
he comes out, the Samaritan comes out,
and says to the landlord: "Here is money
to pay that miiu's board, and, if his con
valescence I not a rapid a I hope for,
charge the w hole thing to me. Good morn
ing, all." H get on the beast and says,
"Go along, you beast, but go slowly, for
those bandits sweeping through the laud
nt'ay have somebody else wounded aud
half dead." Sympathy! Christian yin
psthy! How many such men a that
would if take to warm the cold world up?
Famine in Zarepthalh. F.verything dried
op. There is a widow with a son and no
food except a handful of meal. She 1
gathering sticks to kindle a fire to cook
the handful of meal. Then aha is going to
wrap ber ssns sronnd her boy aud die.
Here comes hlijan. .' Ilia twa black ser
rants, the ravens, lists got tired waiting
on hiss. He asks that woman for food.
Now that handful of meal is to tie divided
Into three parts. Before It was to be di
vided into two pans. .w she says to
Elijah, "Come in and sit down ai law
solemn table and take a third of the loot
morsel." How many women like that
would It take to warm the cold worm un
Warssed b Christ.
It was his strong sympatby tnot
Christ from a warm heaven ui a,
world. The land where he dwell naa
. IrnlUrtl
aeroue sky, balsamic aiuei'"
luiuriam-e; no storm blasts in heaven;
no rliilt f..i,r,tin. On a cold leceni"
night Christ stepped out ot a warm heaven
into the world frigidity. J ns i "-'"'"
eter in Palestine never drop below sero,
but Decern Iter is a cheerless month, and
th i,..nir. i verv poor on the niuiops.
Christ stepped out of a warm heaven into
the cold world that --old Uecemoer niu..
The world's reception was cold. The nrf .
of bestormed Galilee wa cold. Joseph
pulcher wa cold. Chnt came, in-
great warmer, to warm the eartn, ana
Christendom to-day feels tne gm"-
will keep on warming the earth until the
tropic will drive away the arctic and the
autan tic. He gave aa Intimation of what
he wa going to do when he broke PJn
funeral at the gate of Naln and urn "
into a reunion festival, and when, with hi
warm lip, he melted the Galilean hurri
cane and stood on the deck and stamped
his foot, crying, "Silencer nd the wave
crouched, and the tempeat folded their
wing.
Oh, it wa this Cbrit who warmea
chilled disciple when tbey had do toon vj
giving them plenty to eat and wuo m iu
tomb of Lazaru shattered the shsckles
ontil the broken link of the chain of
death rattled into the darket crypt of the
mausoleum. In his genial presence tne
girl who bad fallen into the fire and th
water is healed of the catalepsy, anu wis
withered arm take macular, healthy
action, and the ear that could not near
an avalanche catches a lear rustle, anu
the tongue that could not articulate trill
a quatrain, and the blind eye wa reilluui
aud Chrit, Instead of ataying three
lavs and three niirht in the epulcner, a
was aupisised, a wsin a the worldly cur
tain of observation wa dropped began th
exploration of all the underground pass
ages of earth and sea, wherever a Liini
tiun's grave may after awhile be, and
started a light of Christian hope, which
shall not go out until the last cerement
taken off and the last mausoleum
break open.
Ah. I am ao aiad that the Sun of Klgnt-
eotisnes dun ned on the polar night of tba
nations! And if Christ ia the great warm
er, then the church is the great hothouse.
with its plants and trees and fruita ol
righteousness. Do you know, my friends,
that the church la the Institution that
proKise warmth? I have beeu for twenty-seven
years studying how to make th
church warmer. Warmer architecture.
warmer hymnology, warmer Christian
salutation. All outside Siberian winter
we must have it a prince's hothouse. I lie
only institution on earth to-day that pro
pose lo make the world wanner. I'm
versifies and observatories, they all have
their work. They propose to make the
world light, but they do not propose to
make the world warm. Geology inform
ua, but it is as cold aa the rock It ham
mers. The telesi-ope shows where the
other worlds are, but an astronomer is
chilled while looking through it. Chris
tianity tell ua of strange combination
and how inferior affinity may lie overcome
by superior affinity, but it cannot tell bow
all things work together for gisxl. World
ly philosophy has a great splendor, but it
is the splendor of moonlight ou an h-eberg.
The church of God proposes warmth and
hoe warmth for the expectations,
warmth for the sympathies. Ob, I am, so
glad that these great altnr tires have been
kindled. Come in out of the cold. Coma
in and have your wounds salved. Coma
and have your sins pardoned. Come in by
the great gospel fireplace.
The W orld's Fireplace.
Notwithstanding all the modern inven
tions for heating 1 tell you there is noth
ing so full of geniality and sociability a
the dil-falioinKl country fireplace. Tbe
neighbors were to come in for a winter
evening of sociability. In the middle of
the afternisiii, ill the best nsm In the
house, some one brought in a great back
ing, with great strain, and put it down on
the back of the hearth. I hen the lighter
wish! was put on, armful after armful.
Then a shovel of coals was takeu from an
other room and put under the dry pile.
ami the kindling began, and the cnu kting,
ti ltd it rose until it became a roaring flame.
which filled all the room with geniality
and was reflected from the family pictures
ou the wall. Then the ncighbora came in
two by two. They sat down, their faces
to the lire, which ever and uiioti was stir
red with tongs and readjusted ou the ami-
irons, and there were stu b times of rustic
repartee and story tclliiiK and mirth as tin
bluk stove and blind register never
dreamed of. Mean while the table wa he-
iug spread, and so fair whs the doth and
so dean was the cutlery they glisten and
glisten in our mind to-day, Aud then the
best luxury of orchard and farmyard was
rousted and prepared for the table to meet
the apltites sharpened by the cold ride.
Oh, my friends, the church of Jesus
Christ is the world's fireplace, and the
woods are from the cedars of Lebanon,
and the liresre fires of love, and with
the silver tongs of the altar we stir the
flame and the light is reflected from all
the family picture ou the wall pictures
of those who were here and are gone now.
Oh, come up close to the fireplace. Have
your worn faces traiiHtigiired in the light.
Put your cold feet, weary of the journey,
close up to the blessed conflagration,
(..'hilled through with trouble and disap
Isiiulllient, -ollie rinse up until you can
get warm clear through. Fxrhange ex
perience, talk over the harvests gathered,
tell all the gospel news. Meanwhile the
table is being spread. Ou it bread of life.
On it grape of Kshnd. On it new wiue
from the kingdom. On it a thousand lux
uries celestial. Hark, a a wounded band
rap on the fable and a tender voice come
through saying: "Come, for all thing are
now ready. Kat, oh, friends! Drink, yea,
drink abundantly, oh, beloved!"
.My friends, that I the wy the cold
world is going to be warmed up uy ius
great goss-l fireplai-e. All nation will
come in and sit down at that bauquet.
While I was musing the fire burned.
"Come in out of the cold! Come In out of
the cold!"
New German Comedy.
A new German comedy with a satiric
Imrb to It was brought out at the lrv
lug Place Theater. New York, the ot ti
er night. It Is by Hobert Mlsch, and !
called "Nacbnihm," and gives the story
of an unappreciated composer, who la
suposed to be dead, and at once become
Die rage, slid returns from foreign'
pari to flud thst he Is famous.
New York has an Irish population of
IHO.ilH, the largest of any city In tho
United Htate. J