The Sioux County journal. (Harrison, Nebraska) 1888-1899, July 16, 1896, Image 1
r--Cv The Sioux County Journal, VOLUME VIII. IIAKKLSON, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, JULY 10, 18. NUMBER 45. C 6 t WONDEK, James," said Mrs' IWONDEK, James, Mwk, lulrf ully, baud oue morniti to her hu.-- lug, "IT you could gi't your own dinner to -night. You see I've had to let the servant yo on her holidays for a day or two, uiid they want me desperately at the Wom an's Aid and Relief luzar. to help them with their high tea from ::!' to 8:30. It you thought you could manage by yourself " "I'll try to survive It," observed Mr. Meek, good-naturedly. "I don't fancy It will prove fatal." "I'll get a roHHt and cook It this morn ing, then," went on Mrs. Meek, cheer fully, "and you can have It cold for dinner." "Thank you," replied Mr. Meek, "you will do nothing of the kind. I fancy I haven't gone camping pretty much every year of my life for nothing. I suspect I can manage a hot dinner about as well as most women." Mrs. Meek had her doubts, and, uu like moat wives, expressed them. Mr. Meek viewed his wife's doubts with supreme contempt, and, unlike most husbands, expressed It. Thus It finally resulted that Mrs. Meek abandoned all Idea of preparing Mr. Meek's dinner for him, and letook herself to the bazar. So It resulted, furthermore, that Mr. Meek left his office about 4 o'clock that afternoon, and proceeded to collect, on his way home, the necessary supplies for a dainty little dinner. An alluring display of chickens were the first thing to catch his eye, ami lie was Just on the point of securing one of them, when, by good luck, or more probably through the natural sagacity of the man, he recollected that well, that you don't, as a rule, cook chickens as they are. In the momentary reac tion that followed this feat of mem ory, lie bought a couple of mutton chops and three tomatoes. "I'll have a good, plain, old-fashioned English dinner," thought he. as he hur ried past the deceitful chickens, with something almost akin to reproach. "None of your finlky, poultry dinners for me!" "By Jove!" he exclaimed a moment later. "I'll have au apple pudding and some oyster soup to begin on." He was so tickled with this Idea that he promptly rushed Into a grocery shop and purchased half a peck of their best eating apples, and then hurried home without a thought of the cab he was to order for his wife at 8:30 sharp. By 5 o'clock he had the tire going beautifully, and everything ready for a start. By 6 o'clock he was Just beginning to enjoy the thing; the tomatoes were stewing divinely; the potatoes were boiling to their heart's content; and the milk for the oyster soup was simmering contentedly on the back of the stove. The oysters, by the by, had not ar rived. "Dear me," thought the ambitious gentleman, "I wish I had thought of it In time, and I'd have hud some oyst-r patties for a sort of final dessert. Hel lo, what's this? By thunder, If that everlasting pig-headed woman hasn't left me some cold ham and a custard pie! By the Lord Harry, for 2 cents I'd throw the whole thing out Into the back yard!" The natural docility of his nature, however, prevailed, and he left the obnoxious viands unmolested, and pro ceeded with his dinner. At OUtO ho put the chops on to broil, ""as In the good old days of yore" this poetic allusion to the stylo of cooking lelng occasioned by one of them accidentally dropping Into the fire, whence he rescued It with great presence of mind by the Joint as sistance of the stove lifter and one of the best table napkins. By the time th chop was thus rescued, both It and the table napkin were fairly well done to say nothing stronger. This trifling difficulty he got over by putting the erring chop on the window sill to cool, and the napkin Into the lire to do th other thing. This accomplished, and with one chop gently cooking on the gridiron and the other one cooling on the window sill, ' he started to construct the paste for his apple pudding. This proved most fas cinating. He placed a large quantity of flour In a small bowl, emptied a Ju.v of water on top of It, added butter to taste, and proceeded to mold It deftly Into shape, as he had often seen his wife do. The flour and water promptly forsook the bowl anil took themselves to bis hands. Then the milk for the soup began to burn. Just as the potatoes j boiled dry. He rushed to the rescue and left the major portion of the paste fair ly evenly divided between the handles of the two saucepan and the store lift ' er. At this Juncture the tomatoes start ed In to see If they couldn't surpass the milk In burning. They succeeded. The cat, which wns accustomed to a 6:30 dinner, walked off with the chop on (he window sill, while the chop on the fire grew beautifully black on the "down side." So many things were now burning all at the same time that Mr. Meek gave up all hoie of trying to discover which one was bunting most. "Let the dashed things burn till they're siik of it!" was the extremely broad minded Kay in which he summed up the situation. With the astuteuess that characterized him as distinguished from his fellow men, he at once gave up all efforts to track the truant paste, and simply popped his apples into the oven to bake. It was now about 7:30, and the fire was getting hotter than pretty much anything on earth, unless, perhaps, it was Mr. Meek. He turned all the damp ers, opened all the doors and took oil all the lids. This resulted most satis factory, the fire began to cool. It didn't stop. The gentlest of natures when roused are often the most terrible. Mr. Meek became very terrible. He used up enough kindling, profanity and coal oil to have Ignited the pyramids of Egypt. He stamped and shoved and poked and banged and cursed and shook till even the cat and It had had Its dinner was displeased with him, and departed to the outer kitchen to try the oysters, which the dilatory grocer had Just de posited on the fable without waiting to parley with Mr. Meek. He was a wise grocer and had beard enough. When, ntiout five minutes later, Mr. Meek discovered that the cat had found the oysters to its taste, he became eveu less calm. Had the cat been around but, like the grocer, It had heard enough, and taken an trnobtruslve de partureIs It hugely probable that a considerable majority of Its nine lives would have come to an abrupt termina tion. At this stage, to console the unfortu nate man, the fire began to go again. Once started, It didn't stop. In about five minutes It had bnmed up wbtt re mained of pretty much everything, ex cept a large pot of green tea and a small portion of Mr. Meek. The chop that the cat hadn't eaten was especially well done. It could be quite safely left on the window sill with a whole legion of cats around It. Mr. Meek, however, simply left It In the coal bin. In point of either color or hardness It would have been difficult to have found a more fitting place for It. Then there came over Mr. Meek's fae a terrible expression. He brought in a pall (it was the scrubbing pall, which he had mistaken for the scrap pall, but no matter) and poured the soup careful ly Into It, throwing the pan about five feet. Into the sink. Next he scraped the potatoes Into the same pall, and again another pan followed the course of the first In getting to the sink. Then he poured the tomatoes on top of the potatoes, and still a third pan got to the sink with unusual rapidity. It can not be definitely stated whether or not Mr. Meek, In doing this, was actuated by the desire to prepare some famous hunter's dish relished In the dear old camping days gone by, but certain It Is no sooner did he get the tomatoes nicely on top of the potatoes than he took the whole thing and tossed It, pail and all, Into the outer la tie. This accomplished he proceeded to make a meal off the cold ham and some bread and butter the cooking butter, of course. Just as he was finishing Mrs. Meek returned. "Why, James, she cried cheerfully, "you never sent the cab for me, and I waited nearly an hour." "No," said her husband calmly, "I'w been terribly busy. Men from New York Just got home a little while ago. This Is a very good ham a shade over done, Isn't It?" "Perhaps a shade less wouldn't have hurt It. Let me get you a piece of pit!'.'" "No, thank you. No cold pie for mo when there's hot apples In the oven. I'll tell you what you might do. You might bring 'em In If you're not too tired." Mrs. Meek departed on her mission. In a few moments she reappeared, and, without moving a muscle, placed the plate of linked apples before her lord and master. They were about the size of walnuts and the color of ebony. Judging by the way they rattled on the plate they were rather harder than tllut. Mr. Meek rose with an awful look In his eye. "I'm afraid," observed his wife, "they are like the ham Just a shade over done." "If I ever catch that cat," remarked Mr. Meek, as that sleek feline purred past him with a playful frisk of Its tall, "I'll break every bone In Its body" only he described Its body with sun dry adjectives that were very strange to the can of Mr. Meek. At least, so she said when she described the occur rence to her bosom friend, Mrs. Mug gins, next day. New York Truth. A REMARKABLE PHYSICIAN. Gave Ul Service and Hit Life to the 1'oor. Last spring, In the city of New York, occurred oue of the most remarkable funerals ever witnessed. The hearse whic'i bore tue dead man was attended by sixty pallbearers, and each man of the sixty owed his life, under Cod, to the ministration of him they bore. Be hind the hearse walked KoO men In hue, hardly oue of whom but was Indebted to the dead man for his ability to be there. Tw hundred and ninety-three car riages followed, and these In turn were attended by a large number of people on foot. Who was this man who, being dead, could so stir the hearts of the peoplel Who as he that he should be mourned over ry 15,lX) persons lu one day, be cause they would look upon his face no more? Was he a great general; a world-honored statesman? No. He was a simple Lust Side phy sician, whose patients were dwellers lu the tenement districts, and whoss mourners were the poor to whom he had ministered. Dr. A rousoti Inherited a small' prop erty from his father, and early deter mined that his life should be spent In service for others. He made lung dis eases his specialty, and studied with Koch In Berl'n, and In the best school In Europe. When he came back to New York l.e was unknown, save to physi cians, but he Immediately opened, at his own expense, a hospital for con-, sumptives in the poorest part of the city, and threw himself heart and soul Into the work of alleviating the distresi of fri-udless patients. It was his custom when called upon to attend a poor family, to leave a few dollars on the table behind him. In the bestowal of these gifts neither creed nor race was recognized. A friend said of him: "He was a man who took peculiar pleasure In see ing o'her people happy. He often de clared that If he had ten millions of dollars, he would spend his life In driv ing around In the tenement districts, and relieving the poor." He himself once said: "I like to dis cover a case where a hard landlord It pushing a poor tenant to the wall. Then It Is my delight to come in at the last moment, raise my hand, and call i halt, with a check for the amount owed by th i tenant. Then real happiness li seen In the face of the one relieved.? "A nan's life Is so short at nest!" h was wont to say. "It would be an easj matter to make the world happy, and onescl too, If each persou would "btJt contribute all he possibly could to the relief of the suffering." .Several years ago a case of blood poisoning occurred on the East Side of Ne,v York. The patient was a poor woman, and she was critically 111. Phy sicians to whom applications had been maue had refused to take the case be cause of the exceptional risk in the treatment that was required. The right when Dr. Aronson heard of it was the night of his brother's wed ding, and he was dressed to attend It. He was told that the woman would die unless she were operated upon within two hours. He threw oft his dress suit, hurried to her bedside, and performed a successful operation. A few days after he himself was taken down with blood poisoning, contracted from the sufferer, and for weeks lingered be tween life and death. Then a wonderful and beautiful sight was seen. Hundreds came daily to In quire for the good physician. Scones of jieople knelt together In the open air around his doorstep, and prayf?d aloud for his recovery. The man was greatly oeloved because he had greatly loved and trmndly given. When he recovered he suld he would gladly undergo the same again to save life. At last came a day when upon his return from a call on iv poor and wretch ed patient this good man dropped dead upon 'he sidewalk, near his own door step, his end thus coming, It was said, Just as he had long secretly hoped and prayed that It might come. ! The end came, we have said. But who enn predicate an end to n life so filled with the spirit of Him Who was, pre-eminently, the Helper and Healer of men"; Kemarkaliln Knives. In connection with a manufactory at Khellleld Is a suite of showrooms, iu which are exhibited, besides samples of the class of work produced, a number of Invaluable curiosities. Chief amoii these Is the celebrated Norfolk knife exhibited during the. exposition of comprising a richly carved pearl han dle and seventy-five large blades, con taining, in addition to etchings of the queen and other members of the royai family, charming views of the royal residences and other notable places. Another marvel of construction '1$ a knife equipped with 1,89(1 blade-a blade for every year In the Christian era. It was commenced In 1822, and since that time one blade has been added each year. Italians Not All Bankrupt, i Italy offered a loan of 2H,000,000 the other day, and the sulwcriptlons amounted to fifteen times Its amount. The largest offerings were from Rome' and Milan. i Why do people have potatoes at ev ery meal? Is It because of a tradi tion? , . ... . ... . TALMGE'S SERMON. THE PREACHER USES GOSPEL ARCHERY AS HIS THEME. Be Tells About the Mighty Hunters of Scripture and Bbowe How to Vmo the Goapel Arrow-The Kind of Game to Beek. A Search for Game. AU people who are trying to do good will find thin discourse of Dr. Talmage Inspiring as well as anique. His text waa Genesis x., 9, "He was a mighty hunter before the Lord." la our day hunting Is a sport, but in the lauds and the times Infested with wild beaU it was a matter of life or death with the people. It was very different from going out on a sunshiny afternoon with a patent breechloader to shoot reed birds on the flats when I'ollux and Achil lea and Diomedet went out to clear the land of lions and tigers and bears. My text sets forth Nlmrod as a hero when It presents him with broad shoulders and ahaggy apparel and un browned face and arm bunched with muscle "a mighty hunter before the Lord." I think he used the bow and the arrows with great success practicing archery. Gospel Archery. I hare thought, if It is such a grand thing and auch a brave thiDg to clear wild beasts out of a country, if it is not a bet ter and braver thing to hunt down and destroy those great evils of society that are stalking the land with fierce eye and bloody paw and sharp tusk and quick spring. I have wondered If there ia not auch a thing as gospel archery, by which those who have been flying from the truth may be captured for God and heaven. The Lord Jesus in his sermon used the art of angling for an illustration when he said, "I will make you fishers of men." And so I think I have authority for using hunting as an illustration of gospel truth, and I pray Uod that there may be many a man to-day who will begin to study gos pel archery of whom it may after awhile be said, "He was a mighty hunter before the Lord." How much awkward Christian work there is done In the world! How many good people there are who drive souls away from Christ instead of bringing them to him! All their fingers are thumbs religious blunderers who npset more than they right Their gun baa a crooked barrel and kicks as it goes off. They are like a clumsy comrade who goes along with skillfuhhunters. "'.J?t the very mo ment whenjne ought to be most quiet he Is cracklinf an alder or falling over a log and frig-hMaisf away the KSAF. How fuw -ChrJa4ieople hataJgfrr learned the lesson ibHfcwch I reWat the begin ning of this service; how, that the Lord Jesus Christ at the well went from talk ing about a cup of water to the most prac tical religious truths, which won the woman's soul for Uod! Jesus in the wil derness was breaking bread to the people. I think it was good bread. It was very light bread, and the yeast had done its work thoroughly. Christ, after he bad broken the bread, said to the people, "Beware of the yenst or of the leaven of the Pharisees." So natural a transition It was, and how easily they all under stood him! But how few Christian peo ple there are who understand how to fast en the truths of God and religion to the souls of men. Truman Osborne, one of the evangelists who went through this country years ago, had a wonderful art in the right direction. He came to my father's house one day, and while we were all seated in the room he said, "Mr. Tal mage, are all your children Christians?" Father said, "Yes, all but De Witt." Then Truman Osborne looked down into the fireplace and began to tell a story of a storm that came on the mountains, and all the sheep were in the fold, hut there was one lamb outside that perished in the storm. Had he looked me in the eye I should have been angered when he told that story, hut he looked into the fin-place, and h was bo pathetically and beautifully done that I never found any peace until I was sure I was inside the fold where the other sheep were. The archers of olden times studied their art. They were very precise In the mat ter. The old books gave special directions as to how an archer should go and as to what an archer should do. He must stand erect and firm, his left foot a little In advance of the right foot. With his left hand he must take hold of the bow in the middle, and then with the three fingers and the thumb of his right hand he should lay hold of the arrow and affix it to the string so precise was the direc tion given. But how clumsy we are about religions work! How little skill ami care we exercise! Mow often our arrows miss the murk! Oh, that, there were more in stitutions established in all the towns and cities of our land, where men might learn the nrt of doing good studying spiritual an-hery, and known as "mighty hunters before the Ixird." Look to Yonr Weopnn. In the first place, if you want to be ef fectual In doing good, you must he very sure of your weapon. There was some thing very fasriuuting about the archery of olden times. Perhaps yon do not know what they could do with the how and ar row. Why, the chief battles fought by the English Plantagcncts were with the long how. They would take the arrow of polished wood and feather it with the plume of a bird, nnd t lion it would Hy from the bowstring of plaited silk. The broad fields of Agincourf, and Solwny Mohh, and Neville's cross heard the loud tit r ii in of the archor's bowstring. Now, my Christian friends, we have a mightier weapon tlinn that. It is the arrow of the gospel; it is a sharp arrow; it Is a straight arrow; it is feathered from the wing of the dove of God's spirit; It flies from a how made out of tho wood of the cross. As far I can estimate or calculate It has brought down 400,000,000 souls. Paul knew how to bring the notch of that ar row on to that bowstring, and Its whir was heard through the Corinthian thea ters, and through the court room, until the knees of Felix knocked together. It was that arrow that stuck in Luther's heart when he cried out: "Oh, my sins! Oh, my sins!" If it strike a man in the head, it kills his skepticism; if it strike a niau in the heel, it will turn bis step; if it strike him in the heart, he throws up his hands, as did the Eniperor Julian of old when wounded in the battle, crying, "O Galilean, thou hast conquered!" bearchingr for Game. Again, if you want to be skillful in spiritual archery, you must hunt in unfre quented and secluded places. Why does the hunter go three or four days in the Pennsylvania forests or over Itaquette lake into the wilds of the Adirondacks? It is the only way to do. The deer are shy, and one "bang" of the gun clears the forest. From the California stage you see as you go over the plains here and there a coyote trotting along, almost with in range of the gun sometimes quite within range of it. No one cares for that; it is worthless. The good game is hidden and secluded. Every hunter knows that. So many of the souls that will be of most worth for Christ and of most value to the church are secluded. They do not come in your way. You will have to go where they are. Yonder they are down in that cellar; yonder they are up in that garret. Far away from the door of auy church, the gospel arrow has not been pointed at them. The tract distributer and city missionary sometimes catch a glimpse of them, as a hunter through the trees gets a momentary sight of a part ridge or a roebuck. The trouble is we are waiting for the game to come to ua. We are not good hunters. We are standing in some street or highway expecting that the timid anteloiie will come up and eat out of our hands. We are expecting that the prairie fowl will light on our church steeple. It is not tht-Ir habit. If the church should wait 10,000,000 of years for the world to come in and he saved, it will wait in vain. The world will not come. What the church wants now is to lift its feet from damask ottomans and put them in the stirrups. We want a pulpit on wheels. The church wants not so much cushions as it wants saddlebags and arrows. We have got to put aside the gown and kid gloves and put on the hunt ing shirt. We have been fishing so long in the brooks that run under the shadow of the church that the fish know us, that they avoid the hook and escape as soon as we come to the bank, while yonder is Up per Saranac and Big Tupper's lake, where the first swing of the gospel net would break it for the multitude of the fishes. There is outside work to be done. What is that I see in the backwoods? It is a tent. The hunters have made a clearing and camped out. Wrhat do they care if they have wet feet, or if they have noth ing but a pine branch for a pillow, or for the northeast storm! If a moose in the darkness steps into the lake to drink, they hear it right away. If a loon cry iu the moonlight, they hear It. . So in the service of Ood we have expos ed work. We have got to camp out and rough It. We are putting all our care on the people who come to our churches. What are we doing for the thousands up on thousands that do not come? Have they no bouIs? Are they sinless that they need no pardon? Are there no dead in their houses that they need no comfort? Are they cut off from God to go into eter nity no wing to bear them, no light to cheer them, no welcome to greet them ? I hear to-day, surging up from the lower depths, a groan that comes through our Christian assemblages and through onr beautiful churches, and it blots out all this scene from my eyes to-day, as by the mists of a great Niagara, for the dash and the plunge of these great torrentB of life dropping down into the fathomless and thundering abyss of suffering and woe. I sometimes think that just as God blotted out the churches of Thyatira and Corinth and Laodicea because of their sloth and stolidity he will blot out American and English Christianity and raise on the ruins a stalwart, wide-awake missionary church that can take the full meaning of that command, "Go into all the world and preach the gospel to every creature." Cournce. I remark, further, if you want to suc ceed in spiritual archery you must have courage. If the hunter stand with trem bling hand or Bhoulder that flinches with fear, instead of his taking the catamount the catamount takes him. What would become of the Grecnlander if, when out hunting for the bear, he should stand shiv ering with terror on an iceberg? What would have become of Du Chaillu and Livingstone in the African thicket with a faint heart and a weak knee? When a panther comes within twenty paces of you, and It has its eye on you, and it has squatted for the fearful spring, "Steady there!" Courage, O ye spiritual archers! There are great monsters In iniquity prowling all around about the community. Shall we not of the strength of God go forth and combat them? We not only need more heart, but more backbone. What is the church of God that it should fear to look In the eye any transgression? There is the Bengal tiger of drunkenness that prowls around, and Instead of attacking It how many of us hide under the church lew or the communion table! There is so much Invested In it we are afraid to as sault it; millions of dollars In barrels, in vats, In spigots, In corkscrews, in gin palaces with marble floors and Italian top tables, and chased ice coolers, and in the strychnine, and the logwood, and tne tar taric acid, and the mix vomica that go to make up our "pure" American drinks. 1 looked with wondering eyes on the "Hei delberg tun." ' It Is the great liquor vat of Germany, which Is said to hold S0O hogs heads of wine, and only three times in KH) years It, has been filled. But as I stood and looked at It I said to myself: 'That is nothing, 800 hogshends. Why, our American vat holds 2,f00,(MK barrels of strong drinks, and we keep 200,000 men with nothing to do but. to see that It Is filled." Oh I to attack this great monster of Intemperance, and the kindred mon sters of fraud and uncleanness, requires you to rally all your Christian courage. Through the press, through the pulpit, through the platform, yon must assault It. Would to God that all nur American Christians would baud together, not for crack-brained fanaticism, but for holy Christian reform. I think it was in XTM that there went out from Lucknow, In dia, undir the sovereign, the greatest hunting partv that was ever projected. There were lO.tJW armed men in that hunting party. There were camels and horses and elephants. On some prlnoes rode and royal ladies under exquisite housings, and 500 coolies waited upon the train, and the desolate places of India were invaded by this excursion, and the rhinoceros, the deer and elephant fell un der the stroke of saber and bullet. After awhile the party brought back trophies worth 50,000 rupees, having left the wil derness of India ghastly with the slain bodies of wild beasts. Would to God that instead of here and there a straggler go ing out to fight these great monsters of iniquity in our country the million mem bership of our churches would band to gether and hew in twain these great crimes that make the land frightful with tbeir roar and are fattening upon the bodies and souls of immortal men! Who is ready for Buch a party as that? Who will be a mighty hunter for the Lord? Hrint; In the Game. I remark, again, if you wanted to be successful iu spiritual archery, you need not only to bring down the game, but bring it iu. I think oue of the most beau tiful pictures of Thorwaldsen is his "Au tumn." It represents a sportsman com ing home and standing under a grapevine. He has a staff over his Bhoulder and on the other end of that staff are hung a rab bit and a brace of birds. Every hunter brings home the game. No one would think of bringing down a reindeer or whipping up a stream for trout and letting them lie in the woods. At eventide the camp is adorned with the treasures of the forest beak and fin and antler. If you go out to hunt for immortal souls, not only bring them down under the arrow of the gospel, but bring them into the church of God, the encampment we have pitched this side of the skies. Fetch them in. Do not let them lie out in the open field. They need our prayers and sympathies and help. That is the meaning of the church of God help. O ye hunters for the Lord, not only bring down the game, but bring it In! If Mithridates liked hunting so well that for seven years he never went in doors, what enthusiasm ought we to have who are hunting for immortal souls'. If Domitianus practiced archery until he could stand a boy down in the Roman amphitheater, with a hand out, the fingers like that, and then the king could shoot an arrow between the fingers without wound ing them, to what drill and what practice ought not we to subject ourselves in order to become spiritual archers and "mighty hunters before the Lord!" But, let me say, you will never work any better than you pray. The old archers took the bow, put one end of it down beside the foot, ele vated the olher end, and it was the rule that the bow should be Just the size of the archer. If it were just his size, then he would go into the battle with confidence. Let me say that your power to project good in the world will correspond exactly to your own spiritual stature. In other words, the first thing in preparation for Christian work is personal consecration. Oh, for a closer walk with God, A calm and heavenly frame, A light to shine upon the road ' That leads me to the Lambl A Great Hunter. I am sure that there are some here who at some time have been hit by (he gospel arrow. You felt the wound of that con viction, and you plunged into the world deeper, just as the stag, when the hounds are after it, plunges into Schroon lake, expecting in that way to escape. Jesus Christ is on your track to-day, impenitent man not in wrath, but in mercy. 0 ye chased and panting souls, here is the stream of God's mercy and salvation, where you may cool your thirst! Stop that chase of sin to-day. By the red foun tain that leaped from the heart of my Lord I bid you stop. Is there In all this house any one who can refuse the offer that conies from the heart of the dying Son of God? Why, do you know that there are in the banished world souls that for that offer you get to-day would fling the crown of the universe at your feet if they pos sessed it? But they went out on the mountains; the storm took them, and they died. There is in a forest in Germany a place they call the "deer leap" two crags about eighteen feet apart, between them a fear ful chasm. This is called the "deer leap" because once a hunter was on the track of a deer. It came to one of these crags. There was no escape for It from the pur suit of the hunter, and, in utter despair, it gathered Itself up and in the death agony attempted to jump across. Of course it fell and was dashed on the rocks far beneath. Here is a path to heaven. It is plain, it is safe. Jesus marks it out for every man to walk in. But here Is a man who says, "I won't walk in that path. I will take my own way." He comes on until he confronts the chasm that divides his soul from heaven. Now his last hour has come, and he resolves that he will leap that chasm, from the heights of earth to the heights oi heaven. Stand back now and give him full swing, for no soul ever did that successfully. Let him try. Jump! Jump! He misses the mark, and he goes down, depth below depth, "destroyed without remedy." Men, angels, devils, what shall we call that place of awful catastrophe? Let it be known forever as the sinner's death leap. The 81 n of reception. Lie not at all, neither In a little thing nor in a great, neither In the sub stance nor In the circumstance, neither In word uor deed; that Is, pretend not what Is false, cover not what Is true, and let the measure of your affirma tion or denial be the understanding of your contractor; for he that deceive the buyer or the seller by speaking what Is true In a sense not Intended or understood by the other Is a Mar and a thief. For In bargains you' art to avoid not only what la false, but that also which deceive Jeremy Tay lor. ' . '. JUS, 1 n. "'r-"