The Sioux County Journal.
VOLUME IX.
HARKISON, NEBRASKA THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 12, 189f.
NU3IBER 10.
Mad and Safety.
Home writers are clamoring for a
(mat system of military roads over
which we could hurry our armies In
cane of Invasion by a foreign foe.
It seems to uh this I not the proper
lew to take of it. Why not keep tin?
roads we bare In many parts of the
country? No foe could pans over them.
They are the best kind of protection
against friend or foe who may neck to
pans along them.
There are many town no effectually
hedged about with these bottomless
barriers that progress cuu't reach theiu
In a hundred years. They are barri
caded against the world about hem.
Sitting amidst a vast contiguity of
mud, some communities live and rot
Mke weeds In a bayou. Or if It Isn't
mud, it lsMand or dust that makeii trav
eling Impossible, or, at leant, unpleas
ant. These towns are full of nic", mossy
old citizens, who do not believe in ls-lug
caught up by any new-fangled notions
regarding road Improvement. The
poor roads they have always lmd are
good enough. Yen, good enough fur
them, but not for the boys and up to
data men.
The persistent bicycle la everywhere
pleading for the cause of Good Uoads.
Its friends should call their force to
gether and battle for right things and
prog reus.
As sure as anything can be, mud hi
going out of fashion. Public decency
and convenience bt being looked after.
Building Country Honda.
The problem we have to solve In
Pennsylvania is to endeavor to utilize
the money and natural material at
hand to the best advantage on our coun
try roads. Then; Is money enough ex
pended In this State year by year
which. If Judiciously and practically
used. In the course of a very few years
would "pike" all the principal thor
oughfare In the Htate outside of the
cities and boroughs. From the best
obtainable statistics we And that for the
year ending May 31, 18(15, the road tax
levied In the several counties of Penn
sylvania, outside the cities and bor
oughs, was $:i,l2.i,70S.7t. This, of
course, does not Include Philadelphia
County, The total mileage of public
roads In the same territory Is H0,0O)
miles. From the best obtainable In
formation confirmed by personal ob
servation, over a large section of the
Htate, I am satisfied that at least one
quarter of all the roads are not work
ed every year. This I believe to be a
low estimate. This estimate leaves
fl.iMHt miles of road actually worked
during the year, or an average expendi
ture of $K) per mile. Now If the pro
visions of the Flynn bill, punned by the
last Legislature, together with some
contemplated amendments, were en
forced, we would have a network of
good roads extending all over the State
at small additional expense, which
would be a great boon to the traveling
public, and In time add thousands of
dollars to the corporate wealth for ev
ery hundred expended.
The plan contemplated is to have the
roads of the State divided Into three
divisions, namely, State, county ami
township roads. All roads lending to
and from one county Into another, con
necting county with county, I would
classify as State roads, to fie maintain
ed by State appropriations. The second
class should consist of the principal
thoroughfares of the county leading to
said State roads or arteries of com
merce. These roads to le maintained
by a special county tax under the direc
tion of the County Commissioners, ac
cording to the Flynn bill. I would also
have the Htate appropriation alsve
mentioned placed at the disposal of the
County Commissioners, to le expended
aceordiug to the conditions of above
till. Kald appropriation to Im allotted
to the county In proportion to the
amount the county Itself raised for
good road Improvement.
The third class would consist of the
mailer roads or feeder to the county
'roads which would be. maintained' by
the regular township tax, under the di
rection of the Supervisors, but ujsn a
mora scientific basis than Is conducted
In some parts at present. L. A. V. Bul
letin. Clods.
. Poor roads are public poverty, , ,
Doc anybody like anybody who like
mud?
When all roads are good no place will
be out of the world.
A roadbed should be about as hard
as a cheap hotel mattress.
Keep out of the mud by keeping the
mud out of tin highway.
If the Good Itoads cause has any
friends In your community ask them
to prove It
All the largest taxpayers of Sen Cliff,
1 I., are asking to be taxed for the
purpose of making highway Improve
ments. Contracts are let for the building of
ninety-three miles of macadam roads
In Queens County, N. Y.
WAR UPON AMERICAN BICYCLES
German Papers Bcfaae Advertlee
. aienta front Manufacturers.
The bicycle manufacturers of Ger
many are greatly alarmed at the prog
ress which American wljeels have made
In their country during the last few
months, and they have adopted novel
methods in meeting the American com
petition. Early this year one of the
most prominent American manufac
turers established an agency in Berlin,
and at once found a large field for Its
bicycles, which were a revelation to the
people, who have been accustomed to
the ponderous German machines. Prin
cess Hobenlohc and all the smart set
In Berlin bought American wheels,
which soon began to be seen on all sides
in Germany.
The Americans, who were heavy ad
vertisers in all the German papers,
were recently astonished to receive no
tice that henceforth their advertise
ments could nt be received. The fact
firmly developed that all the German
manufacturers had entered Into an
agreement that they would withdraw
their advertisements from any paper
accepting advertisements from Ameri
can bicycle firms.
The German sporting papers have
taken the matter up in the interegt of
their countrymen. The Radwelt, the
most Important cycling paper in Ger
many, has been particularly bitter, and
appeals to Germans, as a matter of
patriotism, not to buy American
wheels. The paper referred to pointed
out that German machines worth 3J0
marks sent to America have to pay a
duty of 105 marks, while American
machines of the same value have to
pay a duty of 8 marks In Germany. It
adds that the Reichstag will, at Its com
ing session, be presented with an "ir
resistible" petition to raise the Import
duty as high as America's, and con
tinues: But In the meantime the public must
face the Invasion of American and for
eign manufacturers by Sheer patrotlsni.
Out of what material thewe cycles are
made every sensible man will easily
imagine. The German Industry has
no fear on account of price and good
quality of their materials of any com
petition. On the contrary, they are
alsive any other people as regards so
lidity of their fabric and cheapness.
Thus the matter stands at present,
but, as the American firm has contracts
with some of the papers which now re
fuse their advertisements, legal devel
opments are possible.
In Due Form.
A man was arraigned In an Arkansas
court many years ago for stealing a
young pig out of his neighbor's pen;
said pig, or shout, being alleged to be
worth a dollar and a half.
The evidence was conclusive, and the
jury, after a brief retirement, brought
In their verdh-t "Guilty of hog-stealing
In the first degree."
The judge remarked that the finding
was proper enough, except that It fail
ed to assess the value of the pig; and,
further, that there were no degrees In
hog stealing. He must ask the Jury to
retire again, and bring In a verdict In
due form.
The Jury went out, with pen, Ink and
paper, but were badly nonplused over
that word "form." Finally one of them,
who had formerly been a justice of the
pence, drew up a document to which
the other eleven assented, and with
which all hands returned to the court
room. This was the verdict: "We, the
Jeurey, pusllanlmously find the defend
ant gllty lu the sum of 1 dollar and a
hi favor of the hog."
Kquarlng the Circle. ,
One of the problems that are us old as
the science of mathematics Is that of
squaring the circle. By squaring the
circle is meant the problem of finding
the sides of a square exactly equal In
area to a circle of given diameter. To
do this, either by elementary geometry
or by expressing It arithmetically In
commensurable numbers, has been
found to be an Impossibility. In other
words, tho ratio between the diameter
and the circumference of a circle can
not 1h exactly found, even though In
the division the decimal may be car
ried out to ten thousand figures. The
alsjve being the exact facta In the case,
we will say that the problem of squar
ing the circle Is one that has long been
given up by the mathematicians as In
soluble. Juat Like Woman.
"If that ain't Just like the women,"
said the cornfed philosopher.
"If what ain't?" asked the grocer.
"Why, when we wont to show that a
uinn'a Independent we say he wears no
man's collar. But woman must go and
abow her lndeM-ndence by puttln' on a
man's collar." lndlanaKlls Journal.
A Myaterr.
Pompous Publisher I have a hard
time getting good stories for the
Screamer and they come high. But I
get them.
Chawley Notact What the deuce be
comes of them? lCxchange.
Any man will help a boy Into a ball
game.
WASTEFULNESS OF AMERICANS.
Wood Thrown Away that Would Sua
tain Mllliona of People.
"The most conspicuous thing In all of
my travels?" remarked the globe trot
ter. "Well, I've been pretty much over
the world In my time, and I've seen
quite a bit, but I know I shall astonish
you when I any that the thing which
has Impressed me most Is the economy
of food abroad and the waste of food at
home.
"Understand all this statement lin
pllea. Absolutely nothing Is thrown
away or wasted in continental Euro
And the economy of food Is more mark
ed In China, Japan and the Asiatic
countries. There Is no doubt In my
mind but that we In the United States
waste more food In a year than Is con
sumed In France In the same time.
What a single New York servant girl
slams Into the garbage larrel every
week would support a dossen Chinese
families. And yet our people are al
ways complaining of hard times, and
are making wry faces about getting
along In the world.
"This waste begins at the very foun
dations of our society and business, and
runs all the way up. The American
farmer Is a man who has burned off
great tracts of valuable timber, worth
five times the land on which It grew, to
raise grain to burn for firewood. That
land to-day Is but half tilled, taking
tbe fields of Germany and other Eu
ropean countries Into the comparison.
Until very recently all the refuse about
mills and manufactories was destroy
ed; now many of them turn their slatw
Into furniture and their sawdust Into
fuel. Again, as to food. Anybody who
has trawled much and knows what
sort of food one gets In the South and
West anywhere outside of the big
Eastern cities will appreciate it when
I say that at least one-half the food is
wasted. This is partly through bad
cookery and partly through mere
wasteful management All food not as
similated Is wasted worse than wast
ed, for It wears the system out to no
purpose. The common hotel and fam
ily cookery makes assimilation prac
tically Impossible. So much for what
Is eaten. That which la actually thrown
awny would feed millions. If It could
be diverted Into the proper channels It
would make human suffering from
want of food Impossible In this country ,
More the waste would feed the Indi
gent hungry of the whole world! Thefre
la something actually criminal In all
this. But I presume It can't be helped
until the American nature shall have
undergone a change." New York Her
ald. No Taxes In Glasgow.
It Is aald that the city of Glasgow
will levy no taxes after Jan. 1, IS!!";
that Its entire Income Is to be derived
from public works now In Its own pos
session. There is cheer for other municipali
ties In thla announcement, but for Chi
cago at least there 1sno present pros
pect of a realization of the Glasgow
Ideal. From the controller's state
ment it appears that the total receipts
of this city for 18l5 were something
over $.T0,mi0,000. Of this amount over
$ll,fKX),HH) came from the tax levy.
If the city owned all the gas plants and
all the street railways the Income from
them would not be one-half of this
sum. In 18115 the net earnings of the
three great tret railway systems
amounted to $:i,;i!)H.10i. Nobody on
the outside knows JUHt what the gas
companies earn, but from what is
known of their rapltal stock and the
declaration of dividends H Is probable
that their net earnings are in the neigh
borhood of $Q.nno,)00.
Glasgow Is less than half the size of
Chicago, and Its growth has been much
slower. Its affairs are run uion bimP
tnss principles and are not tainted by
spoils polMIcs. Hence It was better
prepared to face complications and had
fewer complications to face. But If
we may not follow Its example lu all
respects we may learn of It and gov
ern ourselves accordingly when new
applicants appear for public favors.
It should be an inviolable rule with us
never to give away franchises with
out, adequate compensation, and per
haps when U comes to the renewal of
street car grants In the not far distant
future the Glasgow plan may be cited
with effcrt during the course of the
negotiations. Chicago Journal.
Delicately Kxprraacd.
They were anxious to break It to her
gently, for she Is very fond of the
homely dog with the pink ribbon
around his neck.
"Where Is Hector?" she asked.
"Oh, he's out."
"Playing?"
"I'm yes-1 s'poac you might call It
a frolic."
"Where Is he?"
"Well, the last I saw of Hector he
was on hta way to a pound party."
Washington Star.
The Brute.
"Could you spore me a little money
this morning, dear?" said she.
"lteally," the brutal br-band replied,
with a harsh, dyspeptic laugh, "Judg
ing from the biscuits, I thought you
had more dough to burn." Cincinnati
Enquirer. '
Whnt has become of the old-fashioned
TKiy who simt in tils hand and lilt It
with two fingero, to aacertaln the di
rection of something he bad lost?
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
AN INSPIRATION IS DRAWN FROM
THE WOOUS.
He Llkena Human Life to the Wood
land Leaves-Man Without Bcligion
ZHea Without Tinge of Hope-Pcr-labee
With So Hope of Beanrrection.
The Foreet'a Olorj.
The season of the year adds much ap
positeuess to Ir. Talmage's sermon
whU-h he delivered In Washington last
Sunday. His subject was "The Pageant
ry of the Woods," and hit) text laiah
lxiv., 6, "We all do fade as a leaf."
It is so hard for us to understand relig
ious truth that God constantly reiter
ates. As the schoolmaster takes a black
board and puts upon it figures and dia
grams, so that tbe scholar may not only
get his lesson through the ear, but also
through the eye, so God takes all the
tnitbs of his Bible and draws them out in
diagram on the natural TT&rld. Cham
pollion, the famous Frenchman, went
down into Egypt to study the hieroglyph
ics on monuments and temples. After
much labor he deciphered them and an
nounced to the learned world the result
of his investigations. The wisdom, good
ness and power of God are written in
hieroglyphics all over tbe earth and all
over the heaven. God grant that we may
have understanding enough to decipher
them! These are Scriptural passages,
like my text, which need to be studied in
the very presence of the natural world.
Habakkuk says, "Thou makest my feet
like hind's feet," a passage which means
nothing save to the man that knows that
the feet of the red deer, or hind, a r pe
culiarly constructed, ao that they can
walk among slippery rocks without fall
ing. Knowing that fact, we understand
that when Habakkuk says, "Thou
makest my feet like hind's feet," he sets
forth that the Christian can walk amid
the most dangerous and slippery places
wkthout falling. In Lamentations we read
that "tbe daughter of my people is cruel,
like tho ostriches of the wilderness," a
passage that has no meaning save to the
man who knows that the ostrich leaves its
egg in the sand to be hatched out by tho
snn, and that the young ostrich goes forth
unattended by any maternal kindness.
Knowing this, the passage is significant,
"Tbe daughter of my people is cruel,
like the ostriches of the wilderness."
Glory of the Foreet.
. Ihori- know but little of the meaning
of the natural world who have looked
at it through the eyes of others and from
Ixiok or canvas taken their impression.
There are some faces so mobile that pho
tographers cannot take them, and the
face of nature has such a flush and spar
kle and life that no human description can
gather thetn. No one knows the pathos
of a bird's voice unless he has sat at
summer evening tide at the edge of a
wood and listened to the cry of the whip
poorwill. There is to-day more glory in one
branch of sumach than a painter could
put on a whole forest of maples. God
hnth struck into the autumnal leaf a
glance that none see but those who oomo
face to face the mountain looking upon
the man, and the man looking upon the
mountain.
For several autumns I have had a tour
to the far West, and one autumn, about
this time, Baw that which I shall never
forget. I have seen the autumnal sketch
es of Cropsey and other skillful pencils,
hut that week I saw a pageant 2,HH
miles long. Let artists stand back when
God stretches his canvas. A grander
spectacle was never kindled before mortal
eyes. Along by the rivers and up and
down the sides of tbe great hills and by
the hanks of the lakes there Was an inde
scribable mingling of gold and orange
niid crimson and saffron, now sobering
into drab and maroon, now flaming into
solferino and scarlet. Here and there the
trees looked as if just their tim had blos
somed into fire, lu the morning light
tbe forests seemed as If they hod been
transfigured, and in the evening hour
they looked as if the sunset had burst
and dropped upon the leaves. In more
sequestered ssjts, where the frosts hud
been hindered In their work, we saw the
first kindling of the flames of color in R
lowly sprig. Then they rushed up from
branch to branch, until the glory of the
Lord submerged the forest. Here you
would find a tree just making up its mind
to change, and there one looked as if,
wounded at every pore, it stood bathed in
carnage. Along (lie banks of Lake
Huron there were hills over which there
seemed touring cataracts of fire, tossed
up and down and every whither by tbe
rocks. Through some of the ravines we
saw occasionally a foaming stream, as
though it were rushing to put out the
conflagration. If at one end of the woods
a commanding tree would set up its
crimson banner, the whole forest prepared
to follow. If God's urn of colors were
not infinite, one swamp that I saw along
the Maumee would have exhausted It
forever. It semricd as If the sea of divine
glory bad dashed its surf to the tiptop of
tbe Allegbanies, and then it hail come
dripping down to lowest leaf and deep
est cavern.
We Fade Gradually.
Most persons preaching from this text
find only in It a vein of sadness. I find
that I have two strings to this gospel
harp a string of sadness and a string of
joy infinite.
"We all do fade as a leaf."
First, like the foliage, we fade grad
ually. The leaves which week before last
felt the frost have day by day been
changing in tint and will for many days
yet cling to the hough, 'waiting for tbe
fist of 'the wind to strike them. Suppose
you that the pictured leuf that you hold
in your hand took on its color In an hour,
or in a day, or in a week? No. Deeper
and deeper the flush till all the veins of
lis life now seem opened and bleeding
away. After awhile leaf after leaf they
fall, now those on the outer branches,
then those most hidden, until tho last
spark of the gleaming forge shall have
been quenched.
So gradually we pass away. From day
to day we hardly aee the change. But
the frosts have touched us. The work of
decay is going on, now a alight cold, now
a season of overfatigue, now a fever, now '
a stitch In the side, now a neuralgic
thrust, now a rheumatic twinge, now a
fall. little by little, pain by pain, less
steady of limb, sight not so clear, ear not
so alert. After awhile we take a staff.
Then, after much resistance, we come to
spectacles. Instead of bounding Into the
vehicle we are willing to be helped in. At
last the octogenarian falls. Forty years
of decaying. No sudden change. No
fierce cannonading of the batteries of life,
but a fading away, slowly, gradually, as
the leaf as the leaf!
Again, like rbe leaf, we fade to make
room for others. Next year's forests will
be as grandly foliaged as this. There
are other generations of oak leaves to
take the place of those which this autumn
perish. Next May the cradle of the wind
will rock the young buds. The woods
will be all a-hum with the chorus of
leafy voices. If the tree in front of your
house, like Elijah, takes a chariot of fire,
its mantle will fall upon Elisha. If in the
blast of these autumnal batteries so
many ranks fall, there are reserve forces
to take their place to defend the fortress
of the hills. The beaters of gold leaf will
have more gold leaf to beat. The crown
that drops to-day from tbe head of tbe
oak will be picked up and handed down
for other kings to wear. Let tbe blasts
come. They only make room for other
life.
Give War Cheerfully.
So, when we go, others take our
spheres. We do not grudge the future
generations their places. We will have
had our good time. Let them come on
and have their good time. There is no '
sighing among these leaves to-day, be
cause other leaves are to follow them.
After a lifetime of preaching, doctoring,
selling, sewing or digging, let us cheer
fully give way $or those who come on to
do the preaching, doctoring, selling, sew
ing and digging. God grant that their
life may be brighter than ours has been.
As we get older do not let us be affronted
if young men and women crowd us a lit
tle. We will have had our day, and we
must let them have theirs, When our
voices get cracked, let us not snarl at
those who can warble. When our knees
are stiffened, let us have patience with
those who go fleet as the deer. Because
our leaf is fading do not let us despise
the unfrosted. Autumn must not envy
the spring. Old men must be patient with
boys. Or. Guthrie Btood up in Scotland
and said "You need not think I am old
because my hair is white. I never was so
young as I am now." I look back to my
childhood days and remember wben in
winter nights in the sitting-room the chil
dren played the blithest and the gayest
of all tbe company were father and moth
er. Although reaching fourscore years
of age, they never got old.
Do not be disturbed as you see good
and great men die. People worry when
some imHrtant personage patwes off the
stage and say, "His place will never be
taken." But neither the church nor the
State will suffer for it. There will be
others to take the places. When God
takes one man away, he has another right
back of him. God is so rich in, resources
that he could spare 5,(100 Summerfields
and Saurins, if there were so many.
There will be other leaves as green, as
exquisitely Veined, as gracefully etched,
as well pointed. However prominent the
place we fill, our death will not jar the
world. One falling leaf does not shake
the Adirondack. A ship is not well
manned unless there be an extra supply
of hands some working on deck, some
sound asleep in their hammocks. God has
manned this world very well. There will
be other seamen on deck when you and I
are down in the cabin, sound asleep in the
hammocks.
Not Alone We Perish.
Again, as with the leaves, we fade and
fall amid myriads of others. One cannot
count, the number of plumes which these
frosts are plucking from the hills. They
will strew all the streams; they will drift
into the caverns; they will soften the wild
beast's lair and till the eagle's eyrie.
AH the ailes of the forest will lie cov
ered with their carpet, and the steps of
the hills glow with a wealth of color and
shape (bat will di fy tbe looms of Axmin
ster. ' What urn m-ild bold the ashes of
all these dead lcaus? Who could count
the hosts that burn on this funeral pyre
of the mountains?
So we die in concert. The clock that
strikes the hour of our going will sound
the going of many thousands. Keeping
step with the feet of those who carry us
out will be the tramp of hundreds doing
the same errand. Between fifty and sev
enty people every day lie down In Green
W(Md. That place bus over (M),(KK) of
the dead. 1 said to the man at the gate,
"Then, if then' are so many here, you
must have the largest cemetery." He
said there were two Konian Catholic
cemeteries in the city, each of which bad
more than this. We are all dying. 1,011
don and Peking are not the great cities of
the world. Tbe grave Is Ibe great city.
It hnth mightier population, longer
streets, brighter lights, thicker darkness-'
es. Caesar is there, and all his subjects.
Nero is lliere, and all his victims. City
of kings and paupers! It has swallowed
all our cities. Yet, City of Silence. No
voice, no hoof, no wheel, no clash, no
smiting of hammer, no clack of flying
loom, no jar, no whisper. Great City of
Silence! Of all its million million hands,
not one of them Is lifted. Of all its mil
lion million eyes, not one of them spar
kles. Of all its million million hearts,
not one pulsates. The living are in small
minority. . ,
If in the movement of time some great
quest ion between the living and the dead
should be put and God called up all the
dead and the living to decide it, as we lift-'
ed our hands anil from all the resting
places of the dead they lifted their hands,
the dead would outvote us. Why, the
multitude of the dying ond the dead are
as these autumnal leaves drifting under
our feet to-day. We march on toward
eternity, not by companies of a hundred,
or regiments of a thousand, or brigadaa
of ten thousands, but sixteen hundred
millions abreast! Marching on! Marcho
ing on! i
Beaaty Withers.
Again, as with variety of appearance,
the leaves depart, so do we. You have,
noticed that some trees, at the first toodf
of the frost lose all their beauty; than
stand withered and uncomely and ragged
waiting for the northeast storm to drive
them into the mire. The sun shining at
noonday gilds them with no beauty.
Bagged leaves! Dead leaves! No ona
stands to study them. They are gathered
in no vase. They are hung on no walL
So death smites many. There is no beau
ty in their departure. One sharp frost
of sickness, or one blast off the cold
waters, and they are gone. No tinge of
hope. No prophecy of heaven. Their
spring was all abloom with bright pros'
pects, their summer thick foliaged with,
opportunities; but October came, and
their glory went Frosted! In early au
tumn the frosts come, but do not seem to
damage vegetation. They are light frosts
But some morning you look out of tho
window and say, "There was a black,
frost last night," and you know that fronr
that day everything will wither. So men
seem to get along without religion amid'
the annoyances and vexations of life that
nip tliem Blightly here and nip them there.
But after awhile death comes. It is 8
bluck frost, and all is ended.
Oh, what withering and scattering
death makes among those not prepared to
meet it! They leave everything pleasant
behind themtheir house, their families,
their friends, their books, their pictures
and step out of the sunshine into the
shadow. They quit the presence of bird'
and bloom and wave to go unbeckoned
and unwelcomed. The bower in which
they stood and sang and wove chaplets
end made themselves merry has gone
down under an awful equinoctial. No bell
can toll one-half the dolefulness of their
condition. Frosted!
But, thank God, that is not the way;
people always die. Tell me on what day
of all the year the leaves of the woodbine
are as bright as they are to-day. So
Christian character is never so attractive
as in the dying hour. Such go into tho
grave not as a dog, with frown and harsh
voice, driven into a kennel, but they pass
away calmly, brightly, sweetly, grandly I
As the leaf! As the leaf!
Why go to the deathbed of distinguish
ed men when there Is hardly a house on
this street but from it a Christian baa
departed? When our baby died, thera
were enough angels In the room to have
chanted a coronation. When your father
died, you sat watching, and after awhile
felt of his wrist, and then put your hand
under his arm to see if there were any
warmth left, and placed the mirror to the
mouth to see if there were any sign of
breathing, and when all was over you
thought how grandly he slept a giant
resting after a battle. Oh, there are many.
Christian deathbeds! The chariots of.
God, come to take his children home, are
speeding every whither. This one halts
at the gate of princes. The shout ot
captives, breaking their chains, comes on
the morning air. The heavens ring again
and again with the coronation. The
twelve gates of heaven are crowded with
the ascending righteous. I see the ac
cumulated glories of a thousand Chris
tian deathbeds an autunmal forest
illuminated by an autumnal sunset. They
died not in shame, but in triumph! As
the leaf! As the leaf!
To Rise AKaln.
Lastly, as the loaves fade and fall only
to rise, so do we. All this golden shower
of the w oods is making the ground richer,
and in tbe juice and sap and life of the
tree the leaves will come up again. Next
May the south wind will blow the resur
rection trumpet, and they will rise. So
we fall in the dust, only to rise again.
"The hour is coming when all who are
in their graves shall hear his voice and
come forth." It would be a horrible con
sideration to think that our bodies were
always to lie in the ground. However
beautiful the flowers you plant there, w
do not want to make our everlasting resi
dence in such a place.
I have with these eyes seen so many of
tbe glories of the natural world and the
radiant faces of my friends that I do not
want to think that when I close them lu
death I shall never open them again. It
is sad enough to have a hand or foot
amputated. In a hospital, after a soldier
had had his hand taken off, he said,
"Gixsl-by, dear old hand, you have done
me a great deal of good service," and
burst into tears. It is a more awful thing
to think of having tbe whole body ampu
tated from the soul forever. I must have
my body again, to see with, to hear with,
to walk with. With this hand I must
clasp the hand of my loved ones when I
have passed clean over Jordan, and with
it wave the triumphs of my King. Aha,
we shall rise again. We shall rise again.
As tbe leaf ! As tbe leaf !
Crossing the Atlantic the ship may
founder and our bodies be euten by the
sharks, but God tumeth leviathan, and
we shall come again. In awful explosion
of factory boiler our bodies may be shait
tered into a hundred fragments in the air,
but God wntches the disaster, and we
shall come aguin. He will drag the deep,
and ransack the tomb, and upturn the
wilderness, and torture the mountain, but
he will find us and fetch us out and np to
judgment and to victory. We shall come
up with perfect eye, with perfect hand,
with perfect foot and with perfect body,
all our weaknesses left behind.
We fall, but we rise. We die, but wa
live again. We molder away, but wa
come to higher unfolding. As the leaf!
As the leaf!
Manhood. What Is Christianity? It
Is not so much creed as character. Tho
one Is a theory, the other a demonstra
tion. What Is Christianity? It la edi
fied manhood. And what Is edified
manhood? It is manhood forever be
coming more like the archetypal man,
Christ Jesus, broadening in the lore of
our fellowmen, mounting ever higher
In spiritual kinship and likeness to God,
the Father Almighty. Kev. W. W.
Laudnim, Baptist, Atlanta, Ge,