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""- "if -j, use hi THE CHAFING DISH. Oh, ye bachelors, a-woo'nj? maidens fair and tortune's maid. After dance and d.iu flirtation and the proper promenade, If her heart you fain would capture and secure your dearest wish. Just display your lordiy knowledge of the mystic chafing dish. Gently hint that you're a gourmet of a palate hard to suit. And disparage old Lucullus and some other chaps to boot. Then prepare a dainty rarebit with an air of unconcern, And there may be millions in it if you're done it to a turn. Lore hath naught of sweet persuasion that can beat the art of dining, And the maiden will surrender to yonr epicure designing. And I'll imitate a motto, when you've caught this gentle fish. Quite an up-to-date escutcheon "Heav en bless our chafing dish." Judge. BOMAXCE OF A HOSPITAL NURSE. "And so," I observed to Miss Wre-ford-Brown, "you like your new life?" "I am delighted with It," she said. "Ah!" I said, "I rejoice to hear that you have altered your mind. A month ago, if I recollect right, your mother In formed me that the duties you had to perform were injuring your health to such a degree that you seriously thought of leaving St. Matthew's hos pital. However, the lapse of another mouth seems to have altered the com plexion of matters." "A little," murmured Miss Wini fred, gently stirring her coffee. I noticed that she smiled as she made this reply. "In my opinion," I said, "nursing is the noblest of all professions legiti mately open to women. I cannot im agine anything grander than the death bed scene of an aged sister the head nurse of each ward is caller 'sister,' is she not? who, drawing her hist feeble breaths, murmurs to those around her: For fifty years I have been tending the sick, and keeping an eye on the more giddy of the probationers when medi cal students were present. I have done j vork, requiescat in pace!' Ah! what a glorious demise is there!" If you believe me. Miss Winifred ac tually giggled. "I am not," I said sternly, "jesting to you. I am sorry that I have not arous ed your sense of the ridiculous. You do not appreciate such pathetic mo ments you are but 19." 'Twenty, Mr. Worm holt, please." "Well," I returned, "twenty, then. But," I continued. "I was about to ob serve as touching the career which. In opposition to the wishes of your family, you have seen fit to adopt that a hospital has endless claims upon the sympathy of all, Is worthy of our full est gratitude and esteem. For think (J ;es she not give up the world? Does ei;e not relegate herself to an atmos phere of suffering to the depressing urroundlngs of the sickroom? Does he tot cut herself off from ail the pleasures such as they are that a so cial life offers to those who care to seek them? Is not nursing a life of self-denial, of wearing vigils? A trying tax on the patience? A sure test of cour age? Yea! it is all these and more. Mise Winifred, I honor you and your truly noble profession!' ' 'Thank you," said Miss Winifred. It was the after-dinner period. We were sitting in a dim comer. Mrs. Wreford-Brown was chatting, in some what raised tones, to her neighbor, a retired Anglo-Indian colonel. Pausing in my rhetoric. Mrs. Wre-ford-Brown's words came plainly to my ear. She was evidently discussing her daughter. The one by my side for there were three others. The poor child." the good lady was 6ayiug. "is worked dreadfully hard. She hardly ever gets out for even half a day. Indeed, this is the first night lie lias been off duty for a month." The Anglo-Indian glared fiercely in our direction. He found me leaning back in a cheerfully meditative mood. Miss Winifred put down her cap and took up a volume of political cartoons which was lying conveniently at hand. Ferhaps she overheard her mother's speech. Perhaps she fancied I did. At any rate she began to draw my atten tion to the first cartoon most assidu ously. "Do look at this, Mr. Wormholt." she said, laughing in a palpably fotced way "Isn't it funny!" "A dravvii:," I said, "which repre sents a distinguished cabinet minister In the costume of a lady of the ballet cannot very well help being er funny. Bat I was speaking of hospitals of the confined and restricted life which the nurses live, and of the unfeeling man ner In which the authorities debar the nurses from enjoying even the sim plest pleasures judging, that Is to say, from the representations which the la dles themselves make to their own families!" I concluded, shooting a keen fiance at Miss Winifred's by no means nnattractive profile. "It Is comforting to know," I heard Mrs. Wreford-Brown say, "that the child is absolutely trustworthy. At fcawpltals, you know, there are " "Oh, Mr. Wormholt, Just look at this!" exclaimed Miss Winifred. "The undignified attitude In which the premier Is represented," I said, "does not amuse me In tbe least. I bare no objections to comic draughts manship." I went on, "but when a right hMorable gentleman Is drawn In the gntsc of a monkey dancing on the top a barrel organ, I think It Is time for ft censor of cartoons to be appointed." For reasons of my own, however, I ad to torn my face away from Mlse Winifred's Inquiring gas. I rernem tmt, then, that I bad brought tbe rol G f cutoeae to tbe boose and ex J tbtm ta Ulan Wnford-Brown I herself (mine I mean the one I was jMifi t'iifu (sue u'(V nnmi "Aud If " tame from Mrs. Wre- ford-Brow n's part of the room, "the nurses allow attentions to be paid to them " The conclusion of this utterance was drowued by the general buzz of conver sation. 'The other night," I said to Miss Winifred, "I went to 'Rosemary.' "Indeed," she replied, and turned over the cartoons more rapidly than ever. "A Tery well written and attractive piece," I continued. "Yes," said Miss Winifred, "I've heard " "Agatha," said Mrs. Wreford-Brown to her eldest daughter, "won't you sing?" "Oh, do, Agatha," said the second girl (rather wickedly as it struck me). "Give us 'Resignation.'" "Oh, I can accompany that!" ex claimed Miss Winifred, starting up. "Thank you," said Miss Agatha, cold ly, "but I prefer to accompany myself." So Miss Winifred was obliged to re sume her seat by my side, and Miss Agatha proceeded to oblige us with the dirge in question. When the polite ap plause which greeted (a very proper expression) its conclusion had ceased, I said to Miss Winifred: "I sat in the dress circle." Miss Winifred buried her eyes with the cartoons. "In the dress circle," I went on, "at the back " "Who is this meant to be " "Where I had an excellent view not only of the stage, but also of the other occupants (I dwelt on the words) of the seats In that part of the house." I waited for her remark, but there came only a rustle of leaves. "Yes," I said, "the profession of nurs ing is an honorable profession a pro fession of self-denial a calling which debars Its followers from enjoying many pleasures of life. We enjoyed Rosemary' very much." "But," said Miss Winifred, looking up from the cartoons. "I thought you went by yourself." "Who told you I did?" I asked, sus piciously. "Nice, gentlemanly fellows, many of them, but, of course- " came from Mrs. Wreiord-Brown. I did not hear the rest of the sentence. "OJi. I I always thought you went alone." was Miss Winifred's weak re joinder. "I see. Well, you are right. I was alone. But 'we" refers to myself and all the other people in the dress circle. I like to speak of my fellow beings in a broad, kindly, unselfish sense like that. And I felt I felt grieved!" "What about?" asked Miss Winifred. "Grieved," I said, "to think that you, Miss Winifred, only get one night off in a month. I felt that it was selfish of me to enjoy 'Rosemary when yon were watching by the sick and dy ing " "Perfectly straightforward, truth ful girl," came from Mrs. Wreford Brown, "In whom I hare the utmost confidence. Some girls placed In her position would " "Is this meant to be the chancellor of the exchequer?" asked Miss Winifred, quickly. "The man," I said, "selling the dread ful commodity known as excuse me for mentioning it dried haddock, is the first lord of the treasury, but the cat which is rubbing Itself against his legs is. as you suppose, that great statesman', the " "Think for a moment that my dear child allowed even a bouse surgeon to pay her " was wafted from the ma ternal lips over to our corner. "Chancellor of the exchequer!" I concluded with, disgust. "I saw a man there that I knew," I whispered to Miss Winifred. She nod ded and, I think, breathed more freely. "I have reason to believe," I whis pered, still more confidentially, "that he is a member of the medical profes sion. I think he is at some " ('rash, went the bass notes. Whish! went the leaves of the cartoon book. " some hospital!" "Mamma," cried Miss Winifred. Jumping tip (I do not like to say bound ing upi, "it's time for rue to be " "Sh-h-h!" came from the eldest Miss Wreford-Brown, in a vicious hiss. Miss Winifred sat down again re luctantly. Once more she burled her self in the cartoons. "I have heard," I continued, "that he is on tin; Indoor staft' " "Is this Mor!'y?" demanded Miss Winifred, quite loudly. "Winifred," came from the eldest Miss Wreford-Brown, in an angry snap. "That," I whispered, "is Mr. Morley. The master who is flogging him is the minister of agriculture." The music went on. I beat time for a minute with my hand,' and then, bending close to Miss Winifred's ear again, observed: "He was with two members of the honorable profession of which I have been speaking. The member sitting by him the less repulsive-looking of the two, that is " The pianist was playing the last chords. Miss Winifred shut the car toon book with a bang. " had," I concluded, speaking very hurriedly, "brown eyes, darkish hair, rather dimpled chin " Crash!!! and the musical operation had been brought to a gratifying ter mination. "And so, colonel, you see," came In Mrs. Wreford-Brown's voice, clear as a bell, through the silence which fol lowed the finishing of the mrilc, "I have every confidence In my dear child. Thank yon, Miranda. Time for you to go, Winifred? You seem to have been having a very entertaining time, yon and Mr. Wormholt, with that book of cartoons." "Extremely entertaining," I said. But of course I spoke only for myself. Wettn'.nstrr Gazette H.RAM DRTREFUSAU W hy He Die Not Marry the Charming Widow Hreese. When old h.ram Dart was In bis 75th year the faithful old wife, who had been his companion for a full half century, sickened and died, and, to the surprise and amusement of his rural neighbors, old Hiram set forth In search of another wife before Hannah, his first spouse, had been six weeks In her grave. He made no secret of the fact that he was "In the market," and seemed surprised that the bidders were so few. He attributed this fact to the general lack of taste and Judgment in the "wimmln folks" of the present day. 'They're a finicky lot. anyhow," said old Hiram, "an' it comes o' this fool new wimmen Idee." One day old Hiram drove by a neigh bor's house all "rigged up" In his Sun day best and with a blue satin necktie forming a marked contrast to the big red geranium In his buttonhole. He tamed for a moment at his neighbor"! gate, and frankly confessed that he was "goin' a sparkln'." The object of this amatory visitation was the Widow Breese, who lived "over Hebron way," and with whom old Hiram was wholly unacquainted. Some one had, in a spirit of either mal ice or mischief, made old Hiram believe that the Widow Breese, a robust, well-to-do woman of alout 60, would be in clined to look with favor on Hiram's suit. "An' It won't be no harm done to go an' see her, anyway," said Hiram, as he drove away. It was nearly dark when Hiram re appeared, far less buoyant that when he went away. His neighbor was on the lookout, and hailing tbe old man, he said: "Well. Uncle Hiram, did the Widow Breese refuse j'ou?" "Not much she didn't!" retorted Hi ram, spiritedly. "I refused her!" "You refused her? Why, what do you mean. Uncle Hiram?" "Mean Jess what I say. I refused the old o!J cattymount!" "Why, Uncle Hiram, Is that a re spectful way to sieak about a lady?"' "A 'lady.1 Humph! Great lady old Jane Breese is! You call a woman a 'lady' who sails into a feller with a broomstick an' calls Mm 'an ole fool' an' sieh like names?" "Did Mrs. Breese do that?" "She Jest did! I guess she'd got wind that I was comln', for I'd hardly inter- I doosed myself an' began to state my bizness when she flew at me with a 1 broomstick an' drenched me with hot 1 water, an' sicked her dawg on me an' Jawed the worst I ever heerd. I Jess waited till she got through, an' then I up an' told her p'lnt blank that I wouldn't have her if she was the last woman on top of the earth. Yes, sir! I refused her Jest that p'int blank!" Relievos Him of Monotony. She stood at the window of the Illi nois Central ticket office and compared her time with that of the depot clock. "You're too fast," ehe said to tbe tick et agent. "According to that clock my train would be gone ten minutes." "Which Is your train?" asked tbe man. 'The 10:15." "Yes, It's gone. It is now 10:25." 'Ton mean that your time Is 10:23. Now my watch never was wrong since I owned It, and It is Just 10:15. I have lost a minute looking for tbe train. It's too bad that things should be run that way." "We run all trains on schedule, time," said the ticket agent. "I should think there would be col lisions and all sorts of happenings with such time as that You might set your clock by my watch if you like and start your next train on the right time." The man smiled good-naturedly and then, as a sudden thought struck him, asked: "Is your watch going?" "Sir, you don't think I carry a dumb watch, do you?" "Sometimes ladles' watches run down." She put the watch to her ear and looked very grave. Then she tried the other ear. "I believe my cold has made me deaf. But you can hear for yourself." He listened and shook his head. Then he handed It back to her. "It's as d-ad as a door nail. You must have forgotten to wind It last night." "You must te a mind reader," said the woman, holding the delinquent timepiece to her ear as If the charge against It had not been fully proven. "I took that watch off to wind K lat night when the fire engines went tant our house, and I forgot all about It I shouldn't wonder if your time, la all right, after all." And she walked cheerfully away, while the ticket man said to a waiting customer that life would be a dull, dreary Sf.hara of com merce if such litle diversions didn't hapiM'ii frequently. Chicago Tribune. Not a Matter of Health, They were discussing the construc tion of a new gown. "From a hygienic point of view, and merely as a matter of heaith," suggest ed tbe dressmaker, "I think It s) culd be made " The haughty beauty stopied her by a gesture. "Hygienic point of view!" she ex claimed. "Matter of health! What has that to do with It? When I want health I will go to a doctor. When I want style I come to you. We will now eliminate all absurdities and dis cuss this purely from a common sense standpoint Will It be fashionable and becoming?" Chicago Post, First E Plarlbas Unam Money. I The "Rraaner 16 gold ptoce," winch wne struck at New burg, N. Y., In 1780, was the firs upon vraiefa "B Phrrtboa Uanm" appeared. 'AITEALS FOR INDIA. TALMAGE IN BEHALF OF A FAMINE STRICKEN PEOPLE. "Blessed Is He tbat Coasldereth the Poori the Lor1 Will Deliver Him in Time of TrouLle"-A Thrilling fetory of a Prostrate People. Pleads for Provisions. Dr. Talmage is on a mission of bread for the famine sufferers of India. He is speaking every day to vast audience ia Iowa anil Illinois, helping to nil the ships provided by the United States Govru nieut for carrying torn to India. Tet, Esther i., 1, "This is Ahasuerus w bich reigned from India eveD unto Ethiopia." Among the 7"3.UW words whicU miike np the Iiible only once occurs the word "India." In this part of the Scnorures, which the rabbi call "Megillah Esc'icr." or the volume of Esther, a bo ik some times complained against because the word "(bid" is not even once mentioned in it, although one rightly disused can gee God in it from tlip first chapter to the last, we bare it set forth that Xerxes, or Abasuerus, who invaded Greece with 2.000,1 hm) men, but returned in a poor fisher's boat, had a vast domain. Mixing other regions, India. In my text India takes its place iu Bible geography, and the interest iu that land has continued to in crease until with more and more enthu siasm all around the world Bishop lle bcr's hymn about "India's coral strand" is being sung. Never will I forget the thrill of anticipation that went through my body and mind and soul when after two weeks' tossing on the seas around Ceylon and India for the winds did not, according to the old hymn, "blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle" our ship sailed up one of the mouths of the Ganges, past James and Mary island, so named because a royal ship of that name was wrecked there, and I stepped ashore at Calcutta, amid the shrines and temples and sculp tures of that City of Palaces, the strange physiognomies of the living and the cre mations of the dead. I had never expected to lie Cbere, be cause the sea and 1 long ago had a serious falling out, but the facilities of travel are so increasing that yon or your children will probably visit that land of boundless fast inatioii. Its configuration is such as no me hut (rod could have architected, and it seems as if a man who had no re ligion going there would be obliged to ac knowledge a God, as did tbe cowboy in Colorado. His companion, an atheist, had about persuaded the cowboy that there was no God, but coming amid some of that tremendous scenery of high rocks and aw ful chasms, and depths dug under depths, and mountains piled on mountains, the cowboy said to his atheistic companion, "Jack, if there is no God, I guess from the looks of tilings around here there must have been a God some time." No one but the Omniscient could have planned India, and no one but the Omnipotent could have built it. It is a great triangle, its base the Himalayas, a word meaning "the dwelling place of snows," those mountains pouring out of their crystal cup the Indus, the Brahmaputra and the Ganges to slake the thirst of the vast pop ulations of India. Tliat country is the home of 240,000,000 souls. Whatever be one's taste, going there his taste is gratified. Some go as hunters of great game, and there is no end to their -nter-tainment. Mighty fauna bison, buffalo, rhinoceros, elephant, panther, lion, tiger, tills last to be the perpetual game for Americans and Europeans because he comes up from the malarial Bwamps where no human being dare enter, the deer and antelope his accustomed food, but once having obtained the taste of hu man blood he wants notliing else and is called "the mnn eater." You cannot see the tiger's natural ferocity after he has been humiliated by a voyage across tbe sea. You need to hear his growl as be presses his iron paw against the cage in Calcutta. Thirteen towns have leen aban doned as residence because of the work of this cruel invader. In India, in the year 1877, Ml 9 people were slain by the tiger and 10,000 cattle destroyed. From the back of the ele phant or from galleries built among the trees 1.500 tigers went down and f la.OOO of Government reward was paid the sportsmen. I advise all those who in America and other lands find amusement in shooting singing birds, coming home at night with empty powder flask and a whole choir of heaven slung over their shoulder, to absent themselves for awhile and attack the justifiable game of India. Of if you go as botanists, oh, what opu b nee of flora! With no distinct flora of its own. it is the chorus of all tbe flora of Persia and Siberia and China and Arabia and Egypt. Christ was an Asiatic. Egypt gave to us its law, Germany gave to us its philos ophy, but Asia gave to us its Christ. His mother an Asiatic; the mountains that looked down upon him, Asialic; the lukes on whose pebbly brinks he rested and on whose chopped waves he w alked, Asiatic; the apostles whom he first commissioned, Asiatic; the audiences he whelmed with his illustrations drawn from blooming lilies and salt crystals and great rainfalls and bellowing tempests and hypocrite' long faces and croaking ravens -all those audiences Asiatic. Christ during his earthly stay was nevpr oulside of Asia. When he bad IU or 1H j-ears to spare from his active work. Inrtend of spending that time in Europe, I think he goes farther toward the heart of A,a namely, India. The Bible says nolhiii;: of Christ from 2 years of age until HO, but fhere are rec ords in India and traditions In India which represent a strange, wonderful, most ex cellent and supernatural being as staying in India about that time. I think Christ whs there much of the time between Ids twelfth and his thirtieth year, hut how ever tbat may be, Christ was liorn in Asia, suffered in Asia, died In Asia and ascended from Asia, and all that makes ine turn my ear more attentively toward tbat continent us I hear its cry of distress. An Klnqncnt Appeal. Prom that continent of interesting folk, from that continent that gave the Christ, from that continent which has been en deared by jo many missionary heroics, there conies a groan of 80,(100,000 people in hunger. More people are In danger of f tarvlig to death In India to-day than the entire population of the United States. In the famine in India In fhe year 1877 about C.OOO.OOO people s'arved to death. That is more than all. the people of Washington, of .New York, of Philadelphia, of Chicago put together. But that famine was not a tenth part as swful aa tht one there now raging. Twenty thousand are dying there of famine every day. Wh.Oe villages and towns have dicd-etery man, woman and child; none left to bury the dead. Tbe vultures and the jackals are the only pall bearers. Though some help bus been sent, before full relief can reach them 1 sup Hi'e there w ill be at least Hl,0KI,tMl dead. Starvation, even for one person, is an aw ful process. No food, the vitals gnaw up on themselves, and faintness and languor and pangs from head to foot, and horror and despair and insanity take full posses sion. One handful of wheat or corn or rice per day would keep life going, but they cannot get n handful. The crops failed and the millions are dying. Oh, it is hard to be hungry in a world where there are enough grain and fruit and meat to till all fhe hungry mouths on tbe plan et! But, alah, that the sufferer aud tbe supply cannot be brought together. There stands India to-day. Ixxik at her. Her face dusky from tbe hot suns of many centuries. I nder her turban such ach ings of brow as only a dying nation feels; her eyes hollow with unutterable woe; the tears rolling down her sunken cheek her hack bent with more agonies than she knows how to carry; her ovens contain ing nothing but ashes. Gaunt ghastly, wasted, tbe dew of death upon her fore head and a pallor such as the last hour brings, she stretches forth her trembling hand toward us and wirh hoarse whis per she says: "I am dying! (jive me bread! Tbat is what I want! Bread! Give it to me quick. Give it to me now. Bread, bread, bread!" America has heard the cry. Many thousands of dollars have already been contributed. One ship laden with bread stuffs sailed from San Francisco for In dia. Our Senate and House of Repre sentatives in n bill signed by our sympa thetic President have authorized the Sec retary of tbe Navy to charter a vessel to carry food to the famine sufferers, and you may help fill that ship. We want to send at least Ooo.OOO bushels of com. That will save tbe lives of at least (SOO.OOO peo ple. Many will respond in contributions of money, and the barns and corn cribs of the entire United States will pour forth their treasures of food. When that ship is ladeu till it can carry no more, we will ask hiin who holds the winds in his fist and plants his triumphant foot on stormy waves to let nothing but good happen to the ship till it anchors in Bengal or Ara bian waters. They who help by contri butions of money or breadstuff's toward tilling fliat relief ship will flavor their own food for their lifetime with appetizing qualities and insure their own welfare through the promise of him who said, "Blessed is he that considereth the poor; the Lord will deliver him iu time of trou ble." Something; to Kat. Oh, what a relief ship that will be! It shall not turn a screw nor hoist a sail un til we have had something to do with its cargo. Just seventeen years ago from these Easter times a ship on similar er rand went out from New York harbor the old war frigate Constellation. It bad once carried guns of death, but there was famine in Ireland, and tbe Constellation was loaded with 50 tons of food. That ship, once covered with smoke of battle, then covered with Easter hosannas! That ship, constructed to battle England, going forth over the waters to carry relief to some of her starving subjects. Better than sword into plowshare, better than spear Into pruning hook, was that old war frigate turned into a white winged angel of resurrection to roll away the stone from the mouth of Ireland's sepulcher. On like errand five years ago the ship Leo put out with many tons of food for famine strudr Russia. One Saturday af ternoon, on tbe deck of that Btearjier as she lay at Brooklyn wharf, a wondrous scene took place. A committee of the King's Daughters had decorated the ship with streamers and bunting, American and Russian Hugs intertwining. 'Phou sands of people on the wharfs and on tbe decks joinej us in invoking God's bless ing on the cargo, and the long meter Dox ology in "Old Hundred" sounded grandly up amid the masts and ratlines. Having had tbe joy of seeing that ship thus conse crated, we bad the additional joy of stand lng on the docks of St. Petersburg when the planks of the relief ship were thrown out and tbe representative of the muni cipalities and of royalty went aboard her, the long freight train at the same time rolling down to take the food to the starv ing, and on alternate cars of that train American and Russian flags floating. But Dow the hunger in India is mightier than any that Ireland or Russia ever suffered. Quicker ought to be tile response and on so va?;t a s' ale tint the one ship wo::M become a whole flotilla New York send ing one. Boston another, Philadelphia an other. Charleston another, New Orleans another. Then let them all meet in some harbor of India. What a peroration of mercy for the nineteenth century! I would like to stand on the wharf at Calcutta or Bombay and see such a fleet come in. With what joy it would be welcomed! The emaciated would lift their heads on shriveled bunds and elliows and with thin lips ask, "Is it coming something to entV" Aud whole villages and Uiwns, too weak to walk, would crawl out on hands and knees to get the first grain of corn tliey could reach and put it to their famished liiw. May I cry out for you and for oth ers to those s.ifferers: "Wail a little long er, bear up a little more, O dying men of India! O starving women! O emaciated babes! Relief is on the way, and more relief will soon be coming. Ve send it In the name of the Asiatic Christ, who said, I was hungry and ye fed me; inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me.' " Christian js-ople of America! I call your attention to the fact that we may now, as never before, by one magnificent stroke open the widest door for the evan gelization of Asia. A stupendous obsta cle In the way of Christianizing Asia has been the difference of language, but all those people understand the gospel of bread. Another obstacle has been the law of caste, but In what better way can we teach them the brotherhood of man' An other huge difficulty In the way of Chris tianizing Asia has been that those people thought ' religion we would have them take wr. . :.o l etter than their llinlooisin or Mohammedanism, but they will now see by Ibis crusade for the relief of people 14,000 tiiil-s away tbat the Christian re ligion is of a higher, better and gra.id. type than any other religion, for w hen d.d followers of Brahma, or Vishnu, or Budd ha, or Confucius, or Mohammed o.r demonstrate like Interest in people on lh opposite side of the world? Having Ink en the bread of Oils life from our hands, rhey will be mofc apt to take from us the bread of eternal life. The missionaries of different denominations in India st forty-six stations are alresdy distributing telief sent through Tk Christian Her ald I It r. .r I':.Ip that those mission aries, sftrr feedlnt the hunger of the body, will be at better advantage to feed the hunger of the soul? When Christ, before preaching to the .'.(Nut iu the wil derness, broke for them the miraculous loaves, he indicated that the best way tu prepare the world for spiritual and eter nal considerations is first to look after their temporal interests. Oh, church of (bid in America ami Europe! 'Phis is your opportunity. We have on occasions of Christian patriotism crid, "America for (bid!" .Vow let us add the battle shout, "Asia for God!" In this movement to give fo4d to starving India I hear the rustling of the wings of the Apocalyptic angel, ready to fly through the midst of heaven proclaiming to all the kingdoraa and people and tongues the unsearchable riches of Jesus Christ. Christian Generality. May 10, lSt'.), was a memorable day, for then was laid tbe last tie that con nected the two rail tracks which united the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. The Central Pacific Railroad was built from California eastward. The Union Pacific Railroad was built westward. They were within arm's reach of meeting, only one more piece of the rail track to put down. A great audience assembled, inidconti uent, to see the last tie laid. The loco motive of the eastern and western trains stood panting on the tracks close by. Ora tion explained the occasion, and prayer solemnized it and music enchanted K. The tie was made of polished laurel wood, bound with silver bands, and three spikea were used a gold spike, presented by Cal ifornia; a silver spike, presented by Ne vada, and an iron spike, presented hy Arizona. When, all heads uncovered and all hearts thrilling with emotion, the ham mer struck tbe Inst spike into its place, the cannon boomed it amid the resound ing mountain echoes, and the telegraphic instruments clicked to all nations that the deed was done. My friends, if the laying of the last tie that bound the east and the west of one continent together was such a resounding occasion, what will it he when the last tie of the track of gospel influences, reaching clear round the world, shall be laid amid the anthems of all na tions? The spikes will be the golden and silver spikes fashioned out of the Chris tian generosity of the hemispheres. The last hammer stroke that completes tho work will be heard by all the raptured and piled up galleries of the universe, and the mountains of earth will shout to the thrones of heaven: "Hallelujah! For the Iord God omnijHitcnt reigneth. Hallelu juli! For the kingdoms of this world have become the kingdoms of our Ixird Jesus Chris'!" Short Sermons. Character.--Character Is man's lu nllenable possession. Death does not destroy nay, does not even change It It only changes the conditions under which man lives. Here the conditions of life are largely material, but after death they will be entirely spiritual. Rev. E. II. Ward. Episcopalian, Pitta burg, Pa. Labor Strikes. Let the employe think more of doing more tor his em ployer than for himself; let the capi talist think more of his worklngman than of cutting additional coupons, and there will not be another strike heard In the land, except the striking' bnnd of good-fellowship. Itev. A. C. I!xon, Independent New York City. The Ministry To teach young men and women the way of life, we need the noblest, wisest and purest men In the calling of the ministry. In the bands of the minister Is the molding of souls, for the long, sweet helpful life that now Is, and, as we bos?, for the life that Is to come. Dr. David Stnrr, Jordan Unitarian. San Francisco, Cal. Experience. It Is a bitter school, the school of experience, that of which rime Is the schoolmaster. What It teaches It teaches thoroughly, from the root up. When It sets itself to work to teach it does not stop at half meas ures, and when Time graduates a pupil It. lias every repson to lie proud of hltn. Dr. Joseph Krnuskopf, Hebrew, Phil adelphia, Pa. Small Things. The possession of small things gives small satisfaction. Persons of small and mean souls do not make others happy. What men ive to others Is themselves, and when the self Is shriveled to a mummy, there Is not much to give. Emerson says the only money of God Is God. And so the only money of man Is num. Rev. Dr. (Juliette, Methodist, Cincinnati, O. Divine Purpose. Whatever destroys God's thought in regard to man or the thought of woman is the deadly enemy of everything sweet and sacred to hu man life. The divine ptirjKise makes man king and woman queen, and the scepter golden and Jeweled In tbe hands of both Is love. The brutal man ought not to break It or the irnv wom an ought riot to lose It.-Rev. Cortlund Myers, Baptist, Brooklyn, N. Y. Soul Culture. Whether we are rich or poor, happy or unhappy, successful or unsuccessful, will finally be deter mined by the condition of the souL Our true appreciation of life will do- pond finally on soul culture, and this will mnke as our end and aim not the social nud niiimnl, but the Intellectual life. Rabbi Joseph Silverman, He brew, New York City. Happiness. Happiness and Joyous- ncss oom from within. The poor tiinu bellevestliat with the !smm;sslotia of his rich nelgblsir he would Is happily con tent, but It Is a col irioTipIii-e fable, moral mid life,-that he would not be. His wauls, bis dlxi!i!!!o:t, would run on as iM-fore. Wealth would not change bis nature. One man may have a chest full of excellent tools mid yet 1m a very Mior workman, w hile n not her inn have nothing but a jack knife and be n very skillful nrtlsan. One man may have ever rfo many external means of enjoyment, and yet lie miserable, while another tuny have scarcely any outer pleasures, nnd yet Ik- supremely hnp-p.v.--l:..bbl Diivid Philipsou, Hebrew, Cincinnati. Ohio. The wife of a captain of a British f essel Is about to apply for a captain's certificate. She haa as Hod with her husband for eighteen years, and for seven years has carried a second mate's, oar"!-". i Vs" 1 "A