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THE CHAFING DISH.
Oh, ye bachelors, a-woo'nj? maidens fair
and tortune's maid.
After dance and d.iu flirtation and the
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
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
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."
BOMAXCE OF A
"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
"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
"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
"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
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
"A Tery well written and attractive
piece," I continued.
"Yes," said Miss Winifred, "I've
"Agatha," said Mrs. Wreford-Brown
to her eldest daughter, "won't you
"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
"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
"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,
"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
"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
"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
"Extremely entertaining," I said. But
of course I spoke only for myself.
W hy He Die Not Marry the Charming
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
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
"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,
"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
"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
"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,
"Is your watch going?"
"Sir, you don't think I carry a dumb
watch, do you?"
"Sometimes ladles' watches run
She put the watch to her ear and
looked very grave. Then she tried the
"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
"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
"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
'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
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
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.
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
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
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
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,
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,
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