I'mobee
HAD I known what wn going
to befall me when I took steam
er passage from Ceylon to In
41a I abould bare probably continued
Br Journey eastward round the world
without eiopplng at the "Land of the
Bajahn" In blissful Ignorance, bow
arer, I landed at Calcutta.
The time of year wag that when the
climate most favors up-country travel
tax. and so. after a brief visit with
friend. I started north by rail. I was
the richer by half-a-dozen introductory
letters to men of more or less promin
ence In the chief cities of the empire.
I went first to Benares the sacred
city on the mighty Ganges, and sought
the honse of Sita Ram, to whom one of
my letters was addressed. Slta Ram
was a wealthy and cultured Hindoo
banker, and my friends had pictured
In glowing colors the hospitality that I
would receive.
Before my ride through the city was
over I felt that hospitality of any sort
from anyone would be doubly welcome.
To my surprise most of the bazars and
business places were closed, though It
wan nearly afternoon. Groups of evil
faced natives stood about In the
squares and streets, while (mlice and
soldiers appeared to be unusually plen
tiful. I was made a target for sullen
glances from all sides, and I could not
help recalling the stirring times of the
great mutiny, more than thirty years
back.
I found Slta Ram's house to tic a pala
tial cream-colored building, not far
from the river. Its owner proved to be
absent, but his private secretary re
ceived me and opened the letter of In
troduction. BatKxi Das was a sleek, mahogany
faced gentleman, who spoke English
perfectly, and wore European garments
Of faultless cut.
X'My honored master Is In Allahabad
on a Ini tter of business," be explained.
"He will return In a day or two, and
meanwhile the house and servants are
at your disposal."
I thanked Baboo Das, and Inquired
(he meaning of the strange sights I had
witnessed in the city.
'There has been danger of a riot dur
ing the past twenty-four hours," he re
plied gravely; "but It Is believed to be
past now. The most Ignorant of the
Hindoo population are angry because
the municipality have acquired the
Bamjee temple for the purpose of erect
ing new waterworks on It alte. The
Mohammedans have taken part In tbe
disturbance because of the dearness
of provisions, for which the municipal-1
Ity is also responsible. My honored
master belongs to the Board of tJovern
ment and helped to purchase the tem
pie."
I simjsK-ted that Sita Rum's departure
might Ije more In the order of a flight
than of a business trip.
"Are you sure that the danger is
over?" I asked, for I had some notion of
going to a hotel.
"Yes." replied Baboo Das, "the riot
ers are cowed and submissive. My
master's house was under the protec
tion of the police, but they withdrew
this morning."
His manner was so calm and decided
that I quite forgot my fear. I was
shown a luxurious IkhI chamber, and a
little later I dined In solitude off dishes
of gold and silver. The entire house
was furnished in a costly and sump
tuous style that showed Its bachelor
owner to possess a sense of European
taste as well as of barbaric splendor.
During the evening I was left pretty
mifh to myself, and as I did not care to
venture into the street I passed the
time witb a cigar and a magazine, and
when I signified my wish to retire he
preceded me upstairs.
Squatted on a rug In tbe hall, Just
outside my room, was a bright-faced
Hindoo lad. about 12 years old. A cord
dangled by his side, and, passing
through the door, communicated with
the fans that were attached to tbe ceil
ing of the apartment. The lad was evi
dently the "punky wallah," or fan pull
er. His name-was Gunpat, Baboo Das
Informed me, and his duty was to keep
me cool during the sultry hours of the
night.
I chatted with the boy for a few mo
ments, nnd found him to be Intelligent
and fairly conversant with English.
Then I entered my room and lowered
the square of rice matting that was
furled above the doorway. There was
also a door of heavy teak-wood, but I
did not think it necessary to close It.
The apartment bad two windows, over
looking a small courtyard that con
tained shrubs and a fountain. After
riding "most of the day In a stuffy and
Jolting railway carriage I was weary.
It did not take me long to undress nnd
fall asleep. The Inst thing I reniemlier
was the soft whirling of the fans and
tbeir refreshing current of air.
I was awakened by a hand tugging
t tbe bedclothes. "House, Sahib, there
Is danger," was poured Into my ears by
a shrill, childish voice.
, I sprung out of bed In a thrice and
struck a light. It revealed the half
naked figure of little Gunpat. Ills ex
pression was one of Indignation rather
(ban of terror.
"What Is Itr I demanded.
Those pigs of rioters, Sahib," be re
ailed. "Tbey hart broken loose at
teat."
Then, for tbe flint time I became
aware of the tumult In tbe streets sur
iwandlng tbe bouse. Brawling voices
fjtJ tbe usHsas patter of fH rose
hoarsely on the ulght air. I could dis
tinguish the ahrlll -Din! Dm!" of the
Mohammedans their rallying cry to
battle. From afar I beard tho faint
pealing of bells and the raitle of mus
ketry. A lively commotion wat going
on downstairs, hanging of doors, and
shoving of furniture, Interlarded with
husky voices.
Gunpat (lipped away for a moment
and I hurried on my shirt and trousers.
I felt decidedly mcomforlablc. to say
the least. I coulj not forget thj bla k
looks that liad greeted nc ou the pre
vious afternoon. European w In
bad odor at Benares Just now. I
glanced at the dock. Thri hand point
ed to an hour past midnight. I began
to consider what I had belter do. I waa
puzzled to account for the uon appear
ance of Baboo Das.
Meanwhile the tumult liad swelled to
a frightful din. Tbe streets without
seemed to choked with rioter. "Kill
Slta Ram," they yelled. "Slay the her
etic. Loot his house. Down with the
destroyers of the faith!"
I was fuliy alive to tbe situation now,
and the thought of my peril sickened
me. A moment later a suecelon of
heavy thuM, foPowed by a irenicmloj
crash nnd a burst of cheers, told that
the mnlu entrance of tiiii 'louse ha. I
been beaten In. Cries of rage and ter-j
ror and tbe sounds of deadly conflict
floated np til- hia.rcase.
I determined to escape. If such a
thing were possible. There was no
time to put on shoes or coat. I seized
my money and papers and Jammed
them Into the pockets of my trousers.
I ran to the window and looked out.
Alas! The courtyard swarmed with
dusky figures. The only avenue of es
cape was cut off.
I turned back Into the room, resolved
tc sell my life dearly. I bad no weap
ons, but on the wall bung a Tibetan
shield and spear, trimmed with yak'i
tails. I dragged them down and rushed
for the door. Before I could close It
entirely a figure slipped through the
crack, and I very nearly impaled Gun
pat on my spear.
The Sahib must fight," he exclaimed.
"Baboo Das haa fled, and tbe rioters are
downstairs and everywhere. They
have killed some of the servants, and
now they will search for my master,
bom they hate. They believe be is In
the house. They will kill you, too,
Sahib. If they find yon." '
"What shall we do?" I demanded.
"Is there a way to escape?"
"None, Sahib. We must push furnl-
ture against the door and fight.
The
here
police and the soldiers will be
presently."
"But surely the mob won't hurt a lit
tle chap like you," I replied, filled with
admiration at tbe lad's bravery. "Go
while you can, Gunpat"
"No," be answered calmly, "my duty
Is with tbe Sablb. I will stay here."
There was no time to argue, for al
ready the bloodthirsty miscreants were
pattering up the staircase with shouts
and yells. The door bad only a frail
bolt on the inside, but luckily the furni
ture of the room was massive. Gunpat
see tried to know Just what was wanted.
He helped me to the best of his
strength, and hardly was the larricade
in place when the mob surged through
tbe hall.
'The heretic is traped," they cried,
at sight of the closed door. "Come out,
Sita Ram, and meet your fate."
Crash! crash! crash! The door tretn
trfed under the rain of heavy blows. A
table that was on the summit of the
barricade toppled to the floor aud burst
asunder. The mob beard the fall aud
yelled exultantly.
Gunpat twirled his spear between his
supple fingers. 'The end will be soon,
Sahib," he said quite calmly. The neit
Instant he gave an eager cry and point
ed overhead. There I saw for the first
time a small circular trap-door.
"Where does It ld?" I demanded.
'To the roof," relied Gunpat. "My
master sits there on hot evenings. But
there is no ladder. We must take from
the barricade. Sahib."
No sooner said than done. Hardly as
tbey could lie spared we removed a
table, a chest of drawers, and two
chairs. We piled them one upon an
other. I plainly saw the door quiver
from top to bottom as I mounted the
shaky structure. I was directly below
the trap now, and a blow from my fist
drove It upward. I grasped the edge
of the opening and drew myself to the
roof. Gunpat passed up the two spears
and the shield. Then I caught the lad's
hands and drew him to my side.
That instant the mob broke Into the
room lielow, where they expected to
find Slta Ram.-- They howled with rage
at the empty room. Then we sa w their
dark races glaring at the pile in the
middle of the room, and up nt the opeu
Ing in the ceiling above. We slammed
down the trap door, but there was no
way to fasten ot on the outside.
We knew the mob would follow us In
a moiiieut, so we ran across the flat
roof, mounted the parapet, and sprang
to the top of an adjoining house. Tbus
we hurried on from roof to roof till
we were some distance from tbe bouse
of Slta Ram.
"Faster, Sahib! they are coming,"
panted Gunpat.
Then husky yells rang out behind us
and I turned and saw half a score of
turbaned figures at our very heels. A
spear whlxsed between us. A pistol
ball shrieked overhead.
F.tster and faster we sped, till and-
j flen It gap of alg feet yawraed Defoe
us. "Jump. Sahib," yelled Gnu pat.
Without hesitation we sprang together,
and landed safety on tbe next root. One
of our pursuers was close behind
burly Mohammedan with a sword.
Gunpat snatched the brazen shield from
my hand; turned, and threw It with all
bis might. It struck tbe fellow as be
wss in tbe act of jumping. Without a
cry he plunged down between the
bouses. His companions paused only
an inn taut. Tbey they leaped the gap
and came on with frightful yells.
This advantage, brief as It was.
proved our salvation. We ran on as bo
fore, climbing headlong over tbe para
pets from roof to roof, neither gaining
nor losing. The end house of the block
abutted on tbe Ganges, and all at one,
over the last parapet, we saw tbe water
bejow us.
You can swim. Sahib?" asked Gun-
'yes; come on." I replied.
We dropped through twenty feet of
air and shot far under water. When
we came to tbe aurfa-e we dived again
instantly. Tbe neit time we rose we
were well out In the current. Xide by
side we swam out, while a shower of
spears fell harmlessly In our wake.
Anchored In mid-stream we spied tbe
ark-shaped roof of a trader's boat, and
a short swim brought us to it. The
friendly natives gave us shelter, and
there we remained until morning, lis
tening to tbe sounds of strife in the
opposite-lying city.
When day broke tbe riot was quelled,
but the mob had wrecked the telegraph
office and railway station, plundered
tbe treasury; and destroyed the engine
and boiler of the new water workt.
Slta Ram returned that afternoon
and I found him a most polished and
agreeable gentleman. He was appar
ently uncom-emed over the oo''ng of
hla house. Hla first act was to dl
charge Baboo Das. Hla next, afler
hearing my story, was to promote brave
little Gunpat to an honored poslt'on
among the household servants. Nor did
I forget to honor the lad In my own
way. Yankee Blade.
SPAIN FROM A CAR WINDOW.
The Country Waa Dry and Dnaty aad
Beamed Barnt to a Cinder.
It was fiery hot. It was noon when
we reached the Junction of Bobsdllla.
where we turned eastward toward
Granada. Tbe carriage seemed a fur
nace. Its wood was fire to our touch,
tbe air that came through the windows
wss burning. Tbe country was scorch
ed to a cinder; tbe mountains glittered
In the beat; the shadeless towns quiv
ered In a hot haze like a mirage. We
lay back, panting, fanning ourselves
with our hsts and our guide-books. We
came to baked, dust-driven stations;
at each wss the same cry of "Water!
water!" from the women who made a
living by selling It, and the people in
tbe train who were trying to drink It.
To names Anfequera, Loja, San Fer
nandothat earlier had thrilled us In
Murray and Washington Irving w
were now Indifferent, as they wera
spluttered by the dust-choked guard.
For hours the horizon was bounded by
low mountains, witb here and there tiny
patches of snow on their upper slopes.
But where were the dazzling, glowing
snow-peaks of the Sierra Nevada, that
loom up so magnlflceutly In the ro
mance of Wastiington Irving, and In the
story of every traveler who has lieen to
Granaila?
True, through the cane-brake, stifling
in the torrid air, we had s-en two or
three low hills crowned with olive
groves, planted like a map. and on tb
top of each something that looked Ilk
the ruins of gigantic brick-kilns or
tunibled-down factories. Granada must
!e near, for we bad passed San Fer
nando; but neither to the right nor o
the left could we see the minarets of
the Moorish city or the domes of Cath
olic Spain. Slower aud slower went
the train, and then It stopped. Every
one got out, aud we knew It was Grau
ada. Century.
How Napoleon Kalaed Money.
Napvieon had the lavish hand of a
parvenu, but his beneficiaries were uot
grateful, and with ever-increasing In
solence were always craving more.
The system of private confiscations or
forced contributions from Individuals
had already attained vast dimensions.
During the winter of 18iS-10 it was ex
tended aud regulated; the sums wrung
from German princes and Spanish
grandees, from English merchants and
the Italian clergy, were not entirely ex
hausted; the remainder, together with
what was "accepted" from timorous
politicians, crafty ecclesiastics, sly con
tractors, and tinpricipled financiers,
was now erected Into the dignity of tbe
Emperor's "extraordinary domain."
The term "army chest" had leen de
vised for times of higher public moral
ity; It was now discarded. Confiscated
palaces, forests, lands, fisheries, mon
eys from the sale of American ships
all were now the Emperor's private
property. Century.
Hints ror Mr. Kipling.
In regard to Kipling's troubles with
his brother-in-law. Harper's Weekly
says: "Helping a ne'er-do-well Is a
business by Itself that offers large and
continuous employment for energy, en
thusiasm, preservernnce, and discre
tion. Persons who would succeed at
all In It must carefully obey two rules
first, never expect anything; second,
never stop trying."
Flowers as an Advertisement.
A Ltah railroad man advertised bis
road by sending a carload of lilacs to
Colorado mining districts. The flowers
were gathered by school children, and
the car left a trail of Joy aud frsgrance
wherever It went.
When you think of the worthleasneaa
of some people you cannot wonder at
tbeT poverty.
I: la age that makes a man look old;
in a woman' caee, it la "troubla."
TALLAGES SERMON
THE THEORIES OF RUIN AND RES
TORATION ARE PRESENTEE.
A Draaaalic Bib la ceaeTke lMi
bias Hasaaa Boat Haaible4 aaa Ba-
etara-4-Tfc Iasparteat Part of Every
Prayer-Glories of Ibe Go pel.
Par Aaotbcr's Sabs.
Dr. Ta Image's sermon of !( Sunday
Is s vivid and novel presentation of tbe
theories sf ruin sod restoration. Tbe
Bible scene described is dramatic. His
teit wm 11. Samuel ix., 1 and 13: "1
there yet auy that is left of the bouse of
Saul, that I may show him kiudura for
Jonathan' sake? So Mepbibo-
shetb dwelt in Jerusalem, fur he did
cootinnallr at tbe slugs table and was
lame on both bis feet."
.Was there ever anything mot romantic
and ehivalroyt than Jb love of David and
Jonathan? At ooe time Jonathan wat up
and David was down. Now David ia up
and Jonathan s family la down. As you
have often heard of two soldien before
fng into battle making a covenant that
if one i shot tbe survivor will take charge
of the body, the watch, tbe mementos sud
perhaps of the bereft family of the oue
that dies, so David and Jonathan have
made a covenant, and now that Jonathan
is dead David is Inquiring about bia fsm
lly, that be may show kindness unto them
for tbeir father Jonathan's sake.
Careful search it made, and a son of
Jonathan of tbe dreadfully bnuwly name
of Mephibotbeth is found. His nura. in
hit infancy, htd let him fall, and the fall
had put both bit ankle out of place, and
they had never been set. Thit decrepit.
poor man it brought into the palace of
King David. David looks upon him witb
melting tenderness, no doubt teeing in bit
face a resemblance to hit old friend, the
deeeaaed Jontthan. The whole bearing of
King David toward bun teenit to nay:
"How glad I am to tee you, Mephibo
sheth! How you remind me of your
father, my old friend and benefactor! I
made a bargain with your father a good
many years ago, and I am going to keep
It with you. What can 1 do for you, Me-
phihotheth? I am resolved what to d
I will make you a rich man. I will re
ttore to you the confiscated property of
yonr grandfather Saul, and you snail be a
gneat of mine at long at you live, and you
tbail be tested at my table among the
princet."' It waa too much for Mephib-
ottH-tb. tnd he cried out agajuat It, call
ing uimseii a aesa aog. -ne still, tayt
David. "I dou t do this on your own ac
count. I do thit for your father Joua
than't sake. I can Dever forget bit kind
ness. I remember when I wat hounded
from place to place how be befriended
me. Can I ever forget bow be stripped
himself of hit courtier apparel and gave it
to me instead of my ahrpherd's coat, and
how be took off hit own tword and belt
and gave them to me inttead of my tliug?
Oh. I can never forget him! I feel at if I
couldn't do enough for you, hit ton. I
don't do it for yonr take: 1 do it for your
father Jonathaa'a take." "So Mephib
ooheth dwelt in Jerusalem, for be did eat
continually at tbe klng't table and waa
lame on both bit feet."
A Disabled Bool.
There is to much gospel iu this quaint
incident that 1 am embarrassed to know
where to begin. Whom do Mepbiboabeth
and David and Jonathan make you think
of?
Mephthoabeth, in tbe first place, tiauda
for the disabled human touL I.ord Byron
deacribwa tin at a charming recks-wineta,
at a gallantry, at a Don Juan. George
Sand describe tin a triumphant lu many
intricate plott. Gavarnl, with hit eu
graver's knife, alwsyt thowt tin at a
great jocularity. Bat tbe Bible preteni
It at a Mephibotbeth, lame on both feet.
Sin, like tbe nurte ia tbe context, attempt
ed to carry ut and let ua fall, and we have
been disabled,- and in our whole mora)
nature we are decrepit. Somctlmea
theologiani haggle about a technicality.
They use the words "total depravity,"
and some people belicTe in tbe doctrine,
ami some reject it. What do you mean
by total depravity? Do you mean that
every man ia as bad as be can be? Then
I do not believe it either. But do you
mean that tin hat let ua fall: that it bat
sacrificed and disabled and crippled our
entire moral nature until we cannot walk
straight and are lame In both feet? Then
I admit your proMsitmn. There it not
so much difference in an African jungle,
with barking, howling, hissing, fighting
quadruped and reptile, and paradise, with
its animals coming before Adam, when
he patted them ami stroked them and gave
them names, so that the panther waa at
tame as the row, aud the condor at tame
as tne dove, as there is between the hu
man soul diaaiiled and that toul at God
originally conal meted it. I do not care
what the ftcntiii.ciitalint or the poets say
in regard to sin. In tbe name of God, I
declare to you lo-day that sin it ditorgan
izntiou, disintegration, ghastly disfigura
tion, hobbling deformity.
Your modern theologian tells you that
man is a little out of aortt. He some
times thinks wrong. He sometimes doet
wrong indeed, his nature needt a little
moral surgery, an otittide splint, a alight
compress, a little rectification. Religion
is a good (hing to have, it might tome day
come into use. Man is partially wrong,
not all wrong. He it lame in one foot.
Bring tbe salve of divine grace, and the
ointment, and the pain extractor, and we
will have his one foot cured. Man It only
half wrong, not altogether wronir. In
what is man's nature right? In hit will,
his affections, bis judgment ? No. There
is an old book that tay. "The whole bead
is sick and tbe whole heart faint." Me
philMMheth lame in both feet! Our le
lief of the fact that sill hat tacrificed
and deformed our soul increase an we
go on in yearn. When you started life,
you thought tlint man wat a little marred
by sin, and he wat about one-tenth
wrong, lly trie time you had gone through
the eirly experience of your trade or oc
i"';i:ttion or profession you believed that
man was about half wrong'. By the time
you came to midlife you believed that
inn ii waa three-fourth wrong. Hut with
in these past few years, since you have
been no lied about and t wind led and
cheated, you have come to the concluaion
flint man it altogether wrong, and now
yon can say with the prayer book and
with the Bible, "The heart I deceitful
above all things and desperately wicked."
Whatever you may have believed before,
now yon believe that Mephlboahetit Is
lame on both fey.
Ma sable, bat Bsaterad.
Again, Mepnlboabetb In tbe text sttaJs
for the disabled baavaa sonl bumbled and
restored. Whan this Invalid of art it
got s command to come to King David
palace. It trembled. Tb fact was that
tbe grandfather of Mepbiboabeth bad
treated David moat shockingly, and now
Mephibushefb says to hiaoarlf: "Wha
doea the king want of me? Isn't
enough that 1 am lame? It be going
destroy my life? It he going to wreak
on me tbe vengeance which he holdt to
ward my grandfather Saul? It's too
bad." But go to the palace Mephibotbetb
must, since the king bat commanded it
With staff aud crutches and helped by
bit friend, I tee Mephibotbeth going up
tbe stair of the pflac. I bear hit ttaff
sod crutches rsttling so the tettellated
floor of tbe throne room. No sooner have
these two persona confronted each other,
Mephibotbeth and David, tbe king, than
Mepbiboabeth throwt himself flit on hi
face before tbe kiug and styles himself a
dead dog. In tbe east when a man ttylei
himself a dog be uttrrt tbe utmott term
or aelf abnegation. It It not a term to
ttrong In thit coootry, where, if a dog
bat a fair rbaoce. be sometime ihowa
more nobility of character than some bu
man tpeciment lbat we wot of. but the
mangy curt of the orient a I citie, a
know by my own obaeivation. are utterly
detestable. Mephibotbeth give the ut
moat term of self loathing wben be com
pare himself to a dog, aud dead at that
Consider the analogy. When the com
maud is given from the palace of heaven
to tbe human soul to ome. the soul begin t
to tremble. It tayt: "What it God going
to do witb me now? I be going to de
ttroy me? It he going to w reak bit ven
geauce upon me?" There it more than
one Mephibothetb trembling now because
God bat summoned him to tbe palace of
divine grace. What are you trembling
about? God hat no pleasure in the death
of a tinner. He doea not tend for you to
hurt you. He ends for you to do you
good. A Scotch preacher had the follow
ing circumataucet brought under hit ob
servation: There wat a poor woman in
the pariah . who wat about to be turned
out because the could not pay her rent.
One night tbe heard a loud knocking at
the door, and she made no antwer and hid
herself. The rapping continued louder,
louder, louder but she made no answer
and continued to hide herself. She wat
almost frightened unto death. She taid,
"That't the otlicer of tbe law come to
throw me out of my home."
A few dayt after a Christian philan
thropist met ber in the street and taid
My poor woman, where were you thi
other night? I came round to your house
to pay your rent. Why didn't you let me
in? Were you at home" "Why," the
replied, "wat that your' "Yet. that was
me. I cauie to pay your rent." "Why,'
the taid, "if I had had any idea It wat
you, 1 would have let you iu. I thought
It wat an officer come to cast me out of
my home." O toul. that loud knocking
at thy gate it not tbe sheriff come to put
you in Jail. It it tbe beat friend you ever
had come to be your security. You shiver
with terror because you think It is wrath
It it mercy. Why, then, tremble before
tbe King of heaven and earth ealla you
to bit pi lice? Stop trembling and ttart
right away. "Oh." you aay, "I can't
tart. I have been so lamed by till and
to lamed by r vil habit 1 can't ttart. I
am lame in both feet." My friend, we
come out with onr prayers and tympathiet
to belp you up to tbe palace. If you want
to get to tbe palace, you may get tbere.
Start now. Tbe Holy Spirit will help
you. All you have to do I jutt to throw
yotirtelf on your face at tbe feet of tbe
Kiug, at Mepbiboabcto did.
The dinner's Or.
Mephibotbeth't canlnal comparison
seems extravagant to I lie world, but wben
a man hat teen himself a be really it and
teen bow he haa been treating tbe Lord
here It do term vehement enough to ex
press hit self condemnation. The dead
dog of Mephibotbeth't comparison fail
o deieribe the man'a utter loathing of
himself. Mephibotbeth' posturing doe
not teem too prostrate. When s toul it
convicted, firtl be prayt upright Then
be muscles of bu neck relax, and he it
able to bow hit head. After awhile, by
an almost superhuman effort, be kueelt
down to pny. After awhile, when he bat
u God and aeen himself, be
hrowt himself flat on bit face
at the feet of the King, just like Mepbib
oabeth. Tbe fact 1 if we could see our
selves at God see ut we would iierlth
the spectacle. You would have no
iuie to overhaul other people. Your cry
would be, "God, be merciful to me, a
inner!"
And, again, Mepbiboabeth in my text
i a n. Is for the take of another. Mephib-
osbeth would never have got into tbe pal
ace on hit own account. Why did David
ransack the realm to find that poor man
ml then bestow upon hi mi a great fortune
nd command a farmer of the name of
Ziba to culture the estate and give to tbla
Invalid Mepbibosheth half the proceeds
every year Why did King David make
such a mighty stir about a poor fellow
who would never I of any nse to the
hroiie of lraei? It wat for Jonathan's
take. It was what Robert Burnt calls
for "auld lang tyne." David could not
forget what Jonathan had done for hliu
n other day. Three timet thit chapter
baa it that all this kind nets on the part of
David to Mephiboaheth waa for hit fath
er Jonathan's take. The da nit liter of
Peter Martyr, through the vice of her
buaband, came down to penury, and tbe
senate of Zurich look care of ber for her
father take. Sometimes a neraon hat
Milled to you for help, and yon have
refuted him, but when you found he wat
the aon or brother of aome one who bad
been your benefactor in former dart and
by a glance you taw the resemblance of
your old friend in the face of the annli-
ant you relented and you taid. "Ob. 1
will do this for your fajlier't take." You
know by your eiperlclce what my text
means. Now, my friends. It is on that
principle that yon and 1 are to get into
the King' palace.
In His Name,
The most itiiKirtant part of every prayer
it the last three or four words of il "For
Chriat'a take.' Do not rattle off those
words at though they were merely the fin
Ithlng atroke of the prayer. They are the
moat Important part of the prayer. When
In eariieslnes you go la-fore God and tay
"for Christ's sake" it rolls In, at It were,
upon God't riiind all the memories of
Bethlehem and Gennesaret and Golgotha,
When you aay before God "for Chrltt't
sake" you hold before God't mind every
groan, every tear, every crimson drop of
his only begotten Hon. If there la any
thing In all the universe thst will move
Ood to an act of royal benefaction, It la to
esy "For Christ's sake." 01 Is omnlpo
tent, but be Is not strong enough to resist
that cry, "For Christ's sake' If a little
ch'ld should kneel behind God's throne
and should say "For Christ's sake," the
great Jehovah would turn around on his
throne lo look at her and listen. No
piajai ever gets te heaves but for Christ
sake. No soul 1 ever comforted but for
Christ's sake. Tbe world will never be
redeemed but for Christ's sake. Our
name, however illustrious it may be
among men, before God ttsndt only foe
iuconiittency and ain. But there is a
a ante, s potent name, a blessed naaM,
s glorious name, an everlaating name,
that we may put upon our lip at a sacra
ment and upon onr forehead aa a crswn,
and that la the name of Jesus, our divine
Jonathan, wbo stripped himself of hit robe
and put on our rage and gave ua bit tword
and took our broken reed: to that now,
whether we are well or tick, whether we
are living or dying, if we tpeak that name
It move heaven to the center, and jod
aayt: "Let the poor soul come in. Carry
him up Into the throne room of the pal
ace. Though he may have been In exile,
though sin may have crippled him on thie
aide, and aorrow may have crippled him
on the otber aide, and he la lame ia both
hia feet, bring him np into tbe palace, for
I want to show him everlasting kindness
for Jonathan's take."
Again, Mepbiboabeth in my text stands
for the disabled human soul lifted to the
Klng'a table. It waa more difficult In
those time even than it I now for com
mon men to get into a royal dining room.
The aubjectt might have come around foe '
rail of the palace and might have teen tbe
ligbtt kindled, and might have heart the
ciaah of the knlvea and the rattle of tbe
golden goblet, but not get In. Stout men
with tout feet could not get in once lo
all their live to one banquet, yet poor
Mephiboaheth goes In, live there and ia
every day at the table. Oh, what a get
ting np in the world It wat for poor Me
phiboaheth! Well, though you and I may
be woefully lamed with sin, for our divine
Jonathan'i tike I hope we will all get In
to dine with the King.
Before dining we mutt be introduced.
If you are invited to a company of per
sona where there are distinguished peo
ple present, you sre introduced: 'This is
the Senstor." "This ia the Governor.'
This is the I'resldent." Before w alt
down at tbe King'a table In heaven I
think we will want to be Introduced. Oh,
w hat a time that will be when you and L,
by the grace of God, get Into heaven and
are introduced to tbe mighty tpiritt there,
and some one will aay, "Thia it Joshua.'
I hi ia Paul," "Thia it Motet," "This
is John Knox." "Thia it John Milton."
'Thit la Martin Luther," 'Thia ia Georgs
hiteneld. Oh, thall we have any
ttrength left after such a round of celes
tial introductions? Yea. we thall I po
tentate otirselvea. Then we shall ait
down at the King'a table with the son
and daughters of Ood, and one will whis
per across the table to ut and tay, "Be
hold what manner of love the Father hath
bestowed upon ut that ahould be called
the aona of God!" And tome one at the
table will aay: "How long will It last? All
other banquets at which I tat ended. How
long will thia laat?" And Paul will an
swer, "roreverr and Joshua 'will aav.
"Forever!" and John Knox will ssy,
Forever!" and George Whltefield will
aay, "forever:
A Glorloua Ootpel.
And the wine at that banquet will be
old wine; It will be very old wine: It will
be tbe oldest wine of heaven; it will be
the wine that was trodden out from tbe
red clusters on the day when Jeaua trod
the wine pre alone. Wine already mors
than eighteen centuries old. All ear
earthly imperfections completely covered
op and bidden. Mepbiboabeth' feet na
tter the table. Kingly fare. Kingly ves
ture. Kingly companionship. We shall
reign for ever and ever. I think that ban
quet will mean more to those who had it
hard in thit world than to tboae who had
it eaay. That banquet in David's palace
meant more to Mepbiboabeth than to anr
one eise, oecause be bad been poor and
crippled and despised and rejected. And
tnat man wbo in thia world it blind will
better appreciste the light of besvea than
we wbo in this world bad good evealaht.
And that man who in thia world waa deaf
win better appreciate the muale of heaven
than we who in thia world had good hear-
ng. And those will bave a higher annre-
ciation of the easy locomotion of that
and wbo In thit world were Menhlbn.
tnet n.
O my soul, what a magnificent gospel!
t take a man so low down and raises
him to high ! What a gospel! Come now.
who wants to lie banqueted and impal-
Bceo; At wueu uix-rforce waa trying
o gei ine emancipation bill throurh th
British Parliament and all the Britiah
sIihi were anxious to bear of tbe tissun
or mat emancipation bill, when a veatel
was coming into tort and the captain of
ne vessel anew that the people were to
iixious io get ine tiding, fie -tenned ntit
on nie prow or tne snip and ahouted to the
I
eople long la-fore, he got up to the dock,
rree: ami tne cried It, and they
tioute.1 it, and they sang It all thronrh
he land, "Free, free!" So to-day I would
like to sound the news of your nretent
id your eternal emancipation until the
ngel of God hovering in the air and
watchmen on the battlements and bellmen
ii the town cry It, shout it, ting it, ring
t. "Free, free!" I come out now as the
messenger of the palace to Invite Mephib
oaheth to come tip I am here to-day to
ell you that God has a wealth of kind
ness to tieatow upon you for hit Son's
take. The doors of the t.nls.-e ...
to receive yon. The eupls-arers have al
ready put the chalices, on the table, and
the great, loving,, tender, tvmnathetin
heart of God bends over you thia moraant,
aaying, "It there any that it yet left of
me nouse ot nam, that I may ahow him
kindness for Jonatban'a sake?"
Nearly aa Had.
lelllng what we have heard lo an
other' dlsiul vantage is not so bad as
tarting a slander without nrovncatlnn.
but It Is next to It. Slanders do mr
lutrm through being repeated by those
wbo just tell what tbey have beard
inn through being first told by the one
who Invented them. If a slanderer
ould find no one to pass along bis slan.
b-rs without being sure aa in their ei.h
r fnbtlty, be would have no uecea In
his occupation. "Where no wood Is
here the Are goHh out; so where there
Is tio talebearer, the strife ceasetb."
Herore we tell anything to another's
discredit we should Ilrst know (not
merely think 10 Is true, and then wn
should tte sure that good Is to come of
Its relating.
"Kvil Is wrought by want of thought
As well as want of heart"
The bones of tbe akuTf are arched be
cause In that form tbe greatest strength
Is combined with tbe least weight and
quantity of material.
Good advice and ttavely aaalataac
alleviate much human suffering.
