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MY POOR WIPE. BY J. P. SMITH. CHAPTKR I. “Don't, Paul— don't stare at mo like that!” cried my wife, leaning forward on} her chair and laying her ainull hot y*lni across my eyes, with a gesture jfilf scared, half petulant, that irrl* fpltted mo vaguely, “I—I don’t llko It, F"J beg your imrdon. Ilclcn,” I re sponded somewhat huffily, drawing back. "I really was not aware you objected so pointedly to my looking at you,” "l don't I don’t!” r.he broke In eagerly, "How could you Imagine such a thing? It was the expression of froar face, Paul, tliut took m« buck for the moment, when I turned my bead and found you alttlng there JljHtohlng me with such a critical, apkri liing sort of look, alniout nu if P*’Am If I whit, sweetheart?” I usked, ‘ appeased by the rniresslng touch. Bp'Ag If you raw something In me you could not quite make out, und did hot llko at ull—at ull! Hut 1 was mistaken in that, wasn’t I, Paul?” 1 Then, after a moment’s pause, as I did not reply - "Sure it was only foolish fancy on my part? Hay It was only that nh, say It was only that, love!” ahe whis pered, In the soft drawling brogue I was learning to like, jjf "Well, dear,” I answered alowly, "as you proas me so, 1 must udinit I was a little surprised, after leaving you on the lawn romping with the dogs In the very testaey of high spirits, declar ing that even the twenty-first of Juue Was loo shoit n day (o be happy in, to And you half un hour later sitting fcere alone, to all appearance a prey ko the profoundeet melancholy, your eyes perfect wells of despair, looking an If tho burthen of existence waa too heavy to be home another summer's day." \ "It waa heavy- ao heavy! You are right. I could not have borne 11 much longer. For tho lust twenty minutes I—I have been your widow, Paul." | "Oh." i said, with a feeling of unac* countable relief, stroking her tumbled * silky hair, “I see! You were my i widow, madam a very flattcrlug and satisfactory explanation of your ap peurunce indeed! Hut, dear, don't you Iblnk, ail circunmtuncea considered, it la rather premature for cither of us to ^dou the weeds even lu spirit yet?” Hhe was nineteen, as fresh and an hardy as the mountain heather she 1 had lived among nil her life. I was 'f twenty-five, stood six feet one lu my : stockings, and had not known an I hour'a illncau since 1 had the measles many years before. “That waa not the kind of widow hood I meant," Helen said, looking at rue with a touch of puthellc reproach In her stionge eyes. "Your death, your mere bodily extinction, Paul, would not grieve me tor long; I should cease to mourn you soon enough.” "Mrs. Dennys," I exclaimed, In mock indignation, "explain youraeir, please! You surely would give me ibe conventional year of crape at the leant?" "No, 1 wouldn’t- -not a year, not a week, not a day, for 1 would die tho same moment you did. Do you think I could live and you dead, huaband?" "And yet you any you were my widow for full twenty minutes, true daughter of ICrln?” “That was because I h id lost you In a way that severed us In life us well as in death." j.osi mu in a way mat neveinu us In life ax well ax In death? This Is dreadful weather for conundrums! I give It up!” I responded languidly. 'T—wax widowed, Paul, because I hud loat your love—because you cured for another woman more than for me,” xhe returned. In a low voice, looking at me with eye* full of tragic denunci ation, ax Hcbecca might have looked at Ivunhoe, as poor l.u Valliere at Louis when she bade him her last good-by outside the convent gates. I laughed a little too bohderouuly, 1 felt, and drew her to ray side. "To be sure, to ha sure," I assented | volubly, “I never (bought of that so lution! How long la It since I first learned to care for you, ms belle? That day you and I slipped dowu the moun tain aide through the yellow broom?— let me aerr raven, eight, why. nearly nine months ago! A long spell of con stancy—almost time I should be weary ing for another love, lan't It? Home men, you know, would like a mange of wife with every ebattge of coat; but aa I happened to be of rather conserva tive kidney. 1 think 1 ought to be able to wear one wife to three coats at the least, aud I believe I courted you id the very cloth your Anger* are caress ing now. lt‘e getting a bit shabby, to ha sure, but-'* •‘You may treat my words lightly," ake Interrupted, leaning over me with half-closed eyes a bright pluh spot burning on her cbeaks. "I still etlek to my epiaton. aometking tells me I shall lose you, as I say some dayf* "Feed your melancholy na the fancy," I retorted, with peevish uneasl seas, feeling somewhat that I had said too much. "If It pleases you I wonder If your morbid eye of prophecy sees any chance of my losing yen a* you are to leeo me?** She seemed at Aral a<t la under at wad, than nngaured gutvhly *• "You lose me? Oh, no, no! What ever happens, uo matter how bitterly you niuy moke me suffer, you could not lone me that way." "Am I to thank the god*, 1 wonder? What, Helen! Through treachery, desertion, Indifference, brutality even, you will still cling to me like a limpet eh? Are you sure, quite sure there Is uo other way but commonplace dis solution through which I can shake you off? Think, wife think!" I re torted hanterlngly, when, to my sur prise and alarm, the look of scared, almost agonised, melancholy etolo over her dark winsome face again, her arms tightened convulsively round my nock, her burning lips were pressed close to my ear, as she gawped out - "You know—you know you you have guessed how you can lose me, then? I I feared you would soon — soon. Oh, they ought to have told you in time! It was wrong wrong. I tried to toll you often, but the words wouldn't coine, 1 l uni not to blame. Ob, Haul, Haul, my dear, tf you had not taught mo to lovo you so well— I -I-" CHAPTJCR II. Thoroughly sturtled I sprang to my feet, roughly lifting her from the floor whither she hud souk, and held her firmly before me. "Helen,” I cried, “do you know what you are saying? What what la the matter with you? This Is tho way you went on that day, at Lucerne, shortly after we were married; what do you mean? I—I Insist on an expla nation! Hpesk out at once I tell you at once!" She looked at me with gleaming eyes, and utterly colorless face, her lips moving, but uo souud coming. » “What Is It?” 1 repented, my wrath rising, horrible suspicion blackening my mind. "How have you deceived me? What have you done that I —I should have been told of before 1 married you? Helen, Bpeak, or by Heaven, I'll-" ”1 have done nothing,” she answer ed, Handing straight before me, not the least sign of f*ar In her faco. “You may kill me If you like, I sha’n't mind much; but I have done no harm, you should know that well. One day of my life wss as dull, lunocent, un eventful as another until I met you.” "Then what do you mean by these hints and wild words? Why- why do you Ihua torture, und try to ruise a demon in me, little iner” I asked, very much usbsmed of my brutal out burst. “Tell me, Helen?" "I don’t know—1 don't know,” she replied, bursting into (ears and lay ing her white face on my shoulder. "I mean—nothing noihlug. What should I mean? 1- I can’t help It, I suppose. Oh, pity me, pity me und bear with tne if you can, dear boy! It’s—It’s not all my fault. My poor mother was like that before I I was born.” "Your mother, dear?” i asked pres ently, when she was quite herself again, and apparently as much asham ed of her outburst as I was of mine. "I never heard you apeak of her before. Do you remember her at all?” "No; Hie riled when I wns a baby; but I often heard Molly speak of her,” she answered quickly. "Ami your father?" "My- my father?” “Yes, did you uot know him?” After a slight pause she said - "No, I did not know him. I believe he died even before her. He was an Kogitshman, and they knew very little of him at. home. IJranny did not like him. I believe. Paul, let ine sit up; Miss Stopford is coming up the ave nue." 1 withdrew my arm quickly, and, moving into the shade lirhlnd her chair, said us carelessly as I could "Ho she iu- Aon and lCdie seem lo be striking up a powerful friendship, Helen; she was here yesterday after noon, and on Tuesday morning also; wasn't she?" "Yea; don't you like her coming'."' "Of (ootse I like It, I don't think you could have a pleasanter compan ion than Kdlth, at one who " "Could civilian me more effectually. I quite agree with you; Kdlth la doing her heat to tone me down, Paul; 1 hope she may succeed, Mow pretty ■be la!" nlghed Helen, ae her visitor passed the window where we were sitting. "1 think ahe looks fairer In blue than in any other color, Paul. I often wonder how you escaped fall lag In love with that girl." I shrugged my shoulder* vaguely "You have known her alnre she was h child, haven't you*" ahe puraoed, aa I made no reply. "Yea. During my slater g lifetime she almost lived with oa. Hhe and poor I4'y had the same governess studied together all that, you knuw "And one seldom fella In love with n person one hat hnown all one * life -looked upon aa a alatet, you mean. Pnuir "I suppose not." "And yet yuor name ok*, long ago. Paul, gives the lie in that theory." ' Me tvavuesah* f" Y'», Hie Paul eht less -4 \ Irgiuts "Uhl II* was at* wuuacuM c pec leu* tv et Irwpkal produce; Iwtlks, ICa not fair to quwt* him n* " Hush' Here ahe t«“* Umtlug* * lb* new eoatvi u«*r I retired to a dlstatt window, and took up the Field; but my eyes wanderec* from the close, cramped print to th heads of the girls heading over thetr work, and thought what a charming picture they Made tn the chastened golden light, and how reflectively my wlfo's dark tumbled locks threw out the smooth coronet of burnished gold that crowned Kdith's a'-itcly head. She was u most beautiful woman —tali, fair, with soft blue eyes heavily lashed, and n faultless profile. Never before had f turn her look so attract ho as she did ou that evening while she directed Helen's little clumsy brown hand urrosis (hat equate of out most cloth on which such wonderful birds, butterflies, and flowering vege tation were to blossom Into life. Her dross, of a light blue stuff, trimmed with delicate Isre. fitted her exquisite ly, and there was a suggestion of grace ful poetic perfection about her general appearance, her every movement, that was most soothing to the senses that lazy summer day. I felt us If 1 could have watched her with unsatiated pleasure for houiv at a stretch—"a daughter of the gods, divinely tall and divinely fair”—while Helen, my wife, was a most distinct child of earth, small, dark-haired, dark-eyed, with unformed babyish features, and a skill which, though pure and healthy, lacked Ihe delicate peach-bloom of thn other. Was she ordinarily pretty or almost plain? I atlll naked myaelf that ques tion after nine months of matrimony, and could arrive at no satisfactory so lution, For Helen wus seldom the same, cither In mind, manner, or looks, two hours together. One hour she would look, even In I ho most partisl ryes, dull, common place, hopelessly unattractive the next, for no apparent cause, her ap l>earance would change, her cheeks glow, her eyes gleam with a light that I vaguely felt for h moment would. In most men's opinion, dim Kdith's plucld beauty Into Insignificance. She had certainly very strange eyes I never could ascertain their exuct shade. Hometlmes they were deep, dark, still, like water In heavy shadow- again, they were all life with flickering tawny lights, as (bey were ihat moment, when raised to Kdith's In rueful expostula tion. "Ob. Miss Stopford, please don't ask me to change my wool agslu! Let mo finish to the stalk In this brewny yellow." "My dear Mrs. Dennys, Impossible! You have only three shade* In the leaf as yet, and I have (hanged my wool a* many as thrce-and-twenty times in a single spray of virgin vine." "Have you? Then I’ll never he an artlKt in crewels!" laughed Helen, the cloth dropping luzlly front her hand*; whereupon Jim, her little terrier, thinking the lesson over, Jumped briskly up on her lap, upsetting her workhasket, (he contents of which roll id over the waxed boards scissors, tapes, needles, bodkins went right and left. A stout reel of black cotton traveled languidly my way, and, stoop ing to pick It up. the golden hair of the only woman I ever loved brushed my forehead deliciously. "Meet me at the end of the cedar walk In half an hour," she said In a quick whisper, with downcast eyes, fumbling for the reel that I, In my agi tation, had dropped again. "I have something to say to you." I nodded, lay hark in ray chair, and Instinctively held up the paper to shade ray face from observation. When my wife called mo over to drink a eup of tea, I glanced apprehensively Into a mirror to see If the color had faded from my temples yet. No, It was still there, burning brightly, even through my tanned skin. "Meet me at the end of Iho cedar walk In half an hour," I repealed stupidly, again and again, ao ! strolled across the lawn towards Uretton Hall, the residence of General Htopford, Kdith'a uncle, and ray grandfather's brother. "NVhat does It mean? What can she have to say to rac? I can’t understand It." (To be Continued.) THE ROMANCE OF ALUMINUM. Aluminum Is a metal which we are (tupposrd to owe to modern silence; hut a curious passage of l’liny'a works, which has hitherto received but little attention, Indicates that it was discov ered onee before, as long ago as tbo first century of the Ohrlaliau era. Dur ing the reign of Tiberius, a certain worker in meials appeared at the pal ace and showed a beautiful cup com posed of a brilliant white metal that abone like ailver. When the artificer waa prcaenltng It to the Kmperur he purposely dropped It on the floor of the chamber. The goblet was so bruised by tba fall that It seemed irretrievably injured; but the workman took hie hammer, and lit tht presence of the court repaired the damage without de lay. It waa evident that this metal was got sliver, though it bad almost the same brilliancy, besides being much more ductile and considerably light er. The Kmperor questioned the artlfiier cinaeiy, and learned from blur that he eitrncted the metal from an arglllaieuua earth. Tthsntus then ashed If nnyoue besides htiusell knew the pro. •>*« and received the proud re ply that the secret was known ouly to bintMelf end Jupiter, Thka answer wee sufficient The rmperut bad infected that H it were possible to obtain this wtial from »n common a enbetance as clay lhe value of gold and ailver would he areally reduced. Ml he determlaml lo avert sorb a lamentable catastrophe lie ewu <ed Ike work ..ops of the dlecov - erer to be wholly destroyed, awd the luckless artificer was seised and decay Haled, so that his secret might p»et*h with him II hi thought that this metal tattsl Have been aluminum Disarm a «rHiv end he will kl«k yon. TALM AGE’S SERMON. OUR BIRTHRIGHT LAST SUN DAY’S SUBJECT. Crom ih« roiio.»iii« Test: “r» This Knit Wm I Horn," John, ( haplar i*lll., Vsrss .'17 Tl>* Vlaiilf.il.I lls sponsibllltles uf rareulaga HI forth. After 1’ilate had suicided, tradition i.ays that hi* body was tffrowu into (lie Tiber, and such storms ensued on and about that river that hla body was taken out and thrown into the Uhone, and similar disturbances swept that river and Its banks. Then tint body was taken out and moved to Lausanne, and put In a deeper pool, which Imme diately became the tenter of similar atmospheric and aqueous disturbance. Though these are fanciful and lul-a* traditions, they show the execration with which the world looked upon Pi late. It was before this man when he j was In full life in a court of Oyer and ( Terminer. Pilate said to his prisoner: | "Art thou it king, then?” and Jesus j answered: "To this end was 1 born. Bure enough, although all earih unfl hell arose in keep him down, he Is to day empgluecd, enthroned and coronet ed king of earth anti king of heaven. That In what He came for, und thut is what He accomplished. JJy the time a child reaches ten years af age the parents begin to discover thnt child’s destiny, but by the time be or sbe reaches Ilftrcn years of age, the question Is on the child's lips: "What shall I do? Whut am l going to be? Whnt was I made for?” It ts a sensi ble and righteous question, end the youth ought to keep asking It until H Is so fully answered that the young man, or young woman, ran any with us much truth ns Its author, though on a less expansive scale: "To this end was I born.” J here Is too much divine Mull shown In the physical, mental and moral con stitution of the oruinary human being to suppose that he whs constructed without any divine purpose. If you take me out on some vast plain and show me a pillared temple surmounted by a dome like 8t. Peter's, and having a floor of precious atones and arches that must have taxed the lirala of llio greatest draught small to design, and walls strolled and niched and paneled, and wainscoted and painted, and I should ask you what this building was put up for, and you answered; "For nothing at all,” bow could I believe you? And It Is Impossible fur me l<> believe that any. ordinary human be ing who has In Ills muscular, nervous and cerebral organization more won ders than Christopher Wren lifted in Ht. Paul's, or Phidias ever chiseled on the Acropolis, and built In such a way that It shall iaat long after St. Pnul'n cathedral Is us much a ruin as the Parthenon that such a being was con structed for no purpose, and to execute no mission, and without nny divine In tention toward some end. The object of this sermon is to help you to And out what you are noado for, and help you And your sphere, and assist you Into that condition where you can say with certainty and emphasis and en thusiasm and triumph; “To this end was I horn.” First. 1 discharge you from all re sponsibility for most of your environ ments. You are not responsible for your parentage or grand-parentage. You are not responsible for nny of the crank* that may have lived in your an cestral line, and who a hundred years before you were born may have lived a stylo of life thnt more or less affects you today. You are not responsible for the fact that your temperament is san Kiiiue, or nieiunciuuic, or umuun, ui lymphatic, or nervous. Neither are you responsible for the place of your nativity, whether among the granite hilts of New England, or the cotton plantations of Louisiana, or on the banka of tbe Clyde, or the Dneipcr, or the Shannon, or the Seiue. Neither are you responsible for the religion taught In your father's house, or the Irrellg* Ion. Do not bother yourself about what you cannot help, or about circum stances that you did not dectce. Take things as they are. and decide the question go that you shall he able safely to say: ‘To this end was I born." How will you decide It? My direct application to the only Helng in the universe who ie competent to tell you—the Lord Almighty. Do you know the reason why He Is the only one who can tell? liecause he can see everything between your cradle anu your grave, though the grave be eighty yeara off. And bee idea that. He la the ouly Helng who can a»e what has been happening In the last GOO years in your ancestral line, and for tbouaand* of years clear bark to Adam, and there t* not one person in all that surest rat line of 1.000 years but has somehow effected your character, and even old Adam himself will sometime* turn up In your dlapositlua. The only Helng who can take all things that pertain to you Into consideration l< Ood. end He ie the one you ran aak. Life !a eo short we have no time to rspriimeut with occupations and professions. The reason we have so maa> dead failures la that parents decide fur i hlldrru what they shall do, or ihildreu them selves, wrought on by mgu whim or fancy, deride for theniaclvee, without any imploratton of divine guidance. So we have now In pulpits no n rushing sermons whu ought in he tn black’ smith shopa making plowshares; an 1 we have in the taw ihnu> sho inslesd j of ruining the rases of thetr tllN'r I ought to he pounding shoe last*, and dwsTote who are the wore! hirtdrsueee | to theti patients reeubosstr, end ! artists trying to paint Irnderepee whu | ought tw he whitewashing hoard . fence*, while liters ere others making krtche who ought to be remodeling •-onet It ut lows or shoring plane# who ought to ha raasformiag tltereturwe 1 A eh tied about whet wurtdty business you shall undertake, until you are bo positive you can In earnestness smite your baud un your plow handle, or your carpenter’s bench, or your illsek Htuue'a Commentaries, or your medical dictionary, or your Dr, Dick's Didactic Theology, say ing; “For this end was 1 born." There are children who early develop natural affinities for certain styles of work. When the father ot the astronomer Forbes was going to London, he ashed his children v/hst present he should bring each oue ot them. The hoy who was to be un as tronomer cried out, “Bring me a tele scope!" * • * Do you wait for extraordinary qualt flcatluns, Philip, the conqueror, gained his greatest victories seated on a mule, and If you wait for some caparisoned Bucephalus to ride Into the conflict you will never get Into the world-wide tight at all. Kumson slew the Ixird's ene mies with the Jaw-liono of the stupi dest beast created. Hhamgar slew tlO'J of the laird's enemies with an ox-goad. Under (lad, spittle cured tile blind man's eyes In the New Testament story. Take all the faculty you have and say; "O laird! Here Is what 1 have, show me the field and back me up by omnipotent power. Anywhere, anyhow, uny lime for God.” Two men riding on horseback came to a trough to water the horses, While the horses were drinking, one of the men said to the other a few words about, the value of the soul, then they rode away, and In opposite directions. Hut the words littered were the salvation of (he oue (o whom they were uttered, and he be taine the Rev. Mr. Champion, oue or (he most distinguished missionaries In heathen lauds; for years wondering win* did for him the Christian kind ness, and not Hading out until In a bundle of books sent him to Africa lie found the biography of llrulnerd Tay lor and a picture of him, nnd tile mis sionary recognised the face In that book ns (lie man who, at the watering irnugu ror noraes, had said me ming that saved his soul. Wliat opportuni ties you liuve had In the past! What opportunities you have now! What opportunities you will have In the days to come! |*ut on your hut, oh! woman, thin afternoon, and go and romtort that young mother who lost her babe lust summer, Put on your hat, oh! man, and go over und see that mer 'hanl who was compelled yealerilay to make an assignment, and tell him of the everlasting riches remaining for all those who serve the Lord, Can you sing? (Jo and sing for that nmn who cannot get well, und you will help him Into heaven. Let It he your brain, your tongue, yeur eyes, your ears, your heart, your lungs, your hand, your feet, your body, your mind, your soul, your life, your time, your eternity for God, feeling In your soul: "To this end was I born.’" It may he helpful If I recite my own experience In this regard, I started for the luw without asking any divine direction. 1 consulted my own tastes. 1 liked lawyers and courtrooms and Judges and Juries, and reveled In hear ing the Frellnghuysens and the lirud leys of the New Jersey bar, and as as alstant of the county clerk, at sixteen years of age, I searched tllleu, natur alised foreigners, recorded deeds, re ceived the confession of Judgments, swore witnesses and Juries and grand Juries. Hut after a while 1 felt a call to the gospel ministry and entered It, and I felt some satisfaction In the work. Hut one summer, when 1 was rest lug at Sharon Springs, and while seated in the park of that village I sutd to myself, "If 1 have an especial work to do in the world I ought to find It out now," and with thut determination I prayed as I liad never before prayed, ami got the divine direction, and wrote li down In my memorandum book, and I saw my life work then as plainly an I see It now. Oh, ito not be sutlalieil with general directions. Get specific directions. l>o not shoot at random. Take aim and tire. Concentrate. Na poleon's success In battle came from IiIh theory of breaking through the en emy's ranks at one point, not trying to meet tho whole lino of the enemy's force by a smaller force. One reason why he lost Waterloo was because ho did not work his usual theory, and spread his force out over a wide range. O Christian man, O Christian woman, break through somewhere. Not a gen eral engagement, and made tu answer to prayer. If there are sixteen hundred million people in the world, then them are sixteen hundred million dh.orcnt missions to fulftll, different styles of work to do, different orbits In wuich to revolve, and if you do uot get the divine direction there are at least fif teen hundred and ninety-nine million possibilities that you will make a mis take. Ou your kuces before Ood get the matter seitled ho that you can firm ly say: “To this end was I horn." And now f come to the climacteric ronslderation. As near aa I can tell, you mere built for a happy eternity, ail the disaster* which have happened to your nature to be overcome by the blood of the l<gmb If you will heartily accept that Chriatly arrangement We are all rejoiced at the increase In hu man longevity. People live, ae near M I can obeerve, about ten years longer j than they used tu. The modern doctor* do not bleed their patients ou all oc I r»- uaa aa did tb former iltnioi*. In I those times If n loan had fever tha* ' bled him, If he had eoasumpllon they i ted I:imi. if he ha i ibeumaiDm ttiev bled him. and tf they muid no: mshe out eaarlly what mas the matter they i ''ted him Hides lime phlebotomy to i death's roadjuiui All this ha* raang ' ed Prow the may I eve people skip j piag about at eighty years of age I ! «•«**! lud* that life tasu?*a»e companies mill have tu i Usage thvtr table of Hah* i *ad ebarge a man no mote premium , at seventy than they used tu do wbea . he tree attty and tu mote premium at [ tfty than when be was forty. Ity the ■ tdvaaewmem uf medical t* fence and the wider a-dueiatsaro with ihe law* «f health, sad Ihe fart that the people know better bow to take care of them selves. human life is prolonged. But do you realize what, after nil, la CBe brevity of our earthly state? la fli* times when people lived seven and eight hundred years, the patriarch Ja cob said that his yeara were few. Look ing at the life of the youngest person In this assembly and supposing that b« will llvo to be a nonagenarian, how short the time and soon gone, whfte banked up In front of us Is an eternity so vast that arithmetic has not figures enough to express its length, or breadth, or depth, or height. For a happy eternity you were born, unless you run yourself against the dlvlno in tentions. If standing In your preaence my eye should full upon the feeblest soul here as that soul will appear when the world lets It up, and heaven en tranced It, I suppose I would bo so overpowered that I should drop down na one dead. You have examined tho family Bible und explored tho family records, nnd you may have Heen daguerrotypes of some of the kindred of previous generations, you have had photographs taken of what you were In boyhood or girlhood, nnd what you were ten years later, and It Is very In teresting to nny one to be able to look back upon pictures of wliat be was ten. or twenty, or thirty years ago; but have you ever had a picture taken or what you may ho und wrhat you will lie If you seek lifter Cod and feel the splrtt'a regenerating power? Where shall I plant the camera to take the picture? 1 plant It on this platform. I direct It towards you. Hit still or stand still while 1 take the picture. It shall bo un Instantaneous picture, 'lucre! i have It. It Is done. You can see the picture in Its Imperfect slate, and get some Idea of wliat It will ho when thoroughly developed. There Is your resurrected body, so brilliant that the noonday sun Is a patch of midnight compared with It. There In your soul, so pure that all the forccn of diabolism roiild not spot It with un Imperfection. There Is your being, so mighty and so swift tliut flight from heaven to Mer cury or Murs or Jupiter and hack again to heaven would uot weary you, and a world on each shoulder would hot crush you. An eye that shell never shed a tear. An energy Hint ahull never feel a futigue. A brow that shall never throb with pain. You are young again, though you died of decrepitude. You lire well ngaln, though you coughed or shivered yourself Into the tomb. Your everyday associate* are the apos tles aud prophets and martyrs, and most exalted souls, masculine and fem inine. of all the centuries. The arch angel to you no embarrassment. (ioJ himself your present and everlasting joy. That Is an Instantaneous picture of what you may be, and what I am sure some of you will be. • • • Wliat a strange thing it must he to fee I one's self horn to an earlhly crown, but you have been born for a throne on which you may reign after the last monarch of all tho earth shall have gone to dust. I Invite you to start now for your own coronation, to come in and take the title deeds to your ever lasting Inheritance. Through an Im passioned prayer, take heaven and an of Its raptures. What a poor farthing is oil that this world can offer you compared with par don here and life Immortal beyond the stars, unless this side of them there he a place large enough, and beautiful enough, nnd grund enough for all the ransomed. Wherever It be, In what world, whether nearby or far away, in this or some other constellation, hau, home of light, and love, and blessed ness. Through the atoning mercy of Christ, may we all get there! HU ItlrtInlay Clift. When Mrs. Hansom went away for a fortnight's visit, she called her two hoys to her and said, firmly: "Now, Hob, I want you and Ned to promise mo that you will not tease papa to take you to tho football game next week. If he want# to go he might wish to bo with some friend, and not have the care of little boys 11 ko you. And don't forget that you are to give papa some thing bought with your own money for hla birthday." The hoys promised, aud the mother departed. The fact that the birthday and the football game occurred on the same date seemed particularly unpropltlous. But tho day before, Bob had a sudden In spiration, the glow of which was soon shared with his brother. On Mr. Han som's plate at breakfast the next morning was a somewhat soiled en velope ou which was printed In pain ful letters, “Happy Birthday." Open Ing It, the beneficiary found two dingy quarters wrapped In a half-sheet of paper xhbh bore the words, "To by a tlkket for the game." And looking up. be cucountered the saxe of four wist fully hopeful eyes, whose owner* had no reason to regret their strategy. MfHlIai Tea XSoeh. A drill sergeant was unpopular among his men They found him too particular. One day he had on hand l a party of recruits w hoot he was put . Ilnl through the funeral exercise. 1 Opening the ranks so as to admit the ^ of the supposed funeml tor - > teg« among them, the instructor, by nay of practical explanatiou. walked •lowly down the laue formed by the t*u ranka, asytn*. ao k# did so "Now. I m the corpse. Pay attention!'' Hav ing reached the ml of the line he lurn«d regarded the m*u »uh g aero, tlnlalug eye for a minute, end then re started. "Your 'anda to right, and ' your 'rode is right, hut you 'aven't got that took of re.net you ought tu 'are * . ... «* l«i usuX. A father atth a ioug die of girl* sad a wife and baby in a ««go« draw* hy t«o to ladle otvn pa*aed thruugn Hope. Ark m the way tu Porto Hlea, to settle on a piers of land - LwlUe ■ News.