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TALM AGE'S SEKMON. NEW JERUSALEM. LAST SUN. DAY’S SUBJECT. T>rf* *1,1 ** *• r*rtU| from Om ** ~"b«r la Ik* HmtmI; Kia(#*B— ,u uurt" Haaaaa r«>tr at ICcpjvtgfet. 1*0. by Louts Klopsch l leat. I Corinth ana il. ». * Lye hath •** •*** Bor heard, neither have entered Into the heart of man. the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” The city of Corinth has been called The Paris of antiquity.** Indeed, for splendor the world holds no such won der today. It stood on an isthmus washed by two seaa. the one sea bring ing lb# commerce of Euroju>. the other ten bringing the commerce of Asia. From her wharfs, in the construction of which whole kingdoms had been absorbed.war galleys with three banks of oars pushed out and confounded the navy yards of all the world. Huge handed machinery, such aa modem in tention cannot equal, lifted ships from the tea on one side and transported them on tracks across the isthmus and set them down In the sea on the other side. The revenue officers of the city went down through the olive groves that Hnnd the boneii to collect a tariff from all nations. The mirth of all people sported in her isthmian games, and the beauty of nil lands sat In her thea tr:* walked her porticoes and threw itself on the altar of her stupendous dissipations. Column and statue and temple bewildered the beholder. There were white marble fountains into which from apertures at the side there rushed waters everywhere known for health-gi*lng qualities. Around these ***•*■•. twisted Into wreaths of stone, there were all the beauties of sculp ture and architecture, while standing, as if to guard the costly display, was a statue of Hercules of burnished Cor lath.an brass Vases of terra cotta a-omed the cemeteries of the dead vases so costly that Julios Caesar was tof mi Is fled until he had captured them for Rome. Armed officials, the Corintharii. paced up and down to see that no statue was defaced, no pedes tal overthrows;, no baa relief touched. From the edge of the city a bill arose, with its magnificent burden of col umns, towers and temples i 1.000 slaves wa.ting at one shrine), and a citadel thcroughly impregnable t^t Gib raltar is a heap of sand complied with it Am.d all that strength and mag n.fi^fce Corinth stood and defied the world * - - Oh, it was not to rustic*, who had a*r*r seen anything grand, that Paul ■ttere! thla tent. They had heard the best music that had come from the best nst rum eats in all the world: they had beard songs float*ng from morn ng porticoes and melting in evening rwu; they had passed their whole Ii«et among pictures sad sculp ture and architecture and Corinthian brass, which had been molded snd • ‘.sped until there was no chsriot wheel a which it had not sped, and no tower in which it had not glittered, and no gateway that it had not adorn ed. Ah. it was s bold thing for Paul to efand there amid all that and fay: "AH tils is nothing. These sounds that rente from the temple of Neptune are tot music compared with the har taow.BS of whk-h I speak. These wat ers rucking in the basin of Pyrene are tot pure. These atatoes of Bacchus snd Mercury are not exquisite. Your c.tadel of Acroconnthus is not strong compared with that which I offer to the poorest slave that puts down bis harden at that brazen gate. You Cor in'!.atu think this is a splendid c.ty. You tn:nk you have heard ail sweet sounds and seen ail beautiful sights, hut I tell you eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man. the things which Cod hath prepared for them that lore bias." tier—a Osr e—eepll—. Ten see my text seta forth the Idea that, ho* ever exalted our ideas of beavea. they come far short of the reality. Some wise men have been cal ralat.cg how many furlongs long and wide is the new Jerusalem, and they have calculated bow many inhabitant* there are on the earth, how long the • arth will probably stand, snd then they come to this estimate: That after al! the nations have been gathering to heaven there will be room for ea' h •owl. a room 1C feet long and 15 feet wide. It would not be large enough for you. It would not be large enough for me. I am glad to know that no hu man estimate Is sufficient to take the dimensions. "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard," nor arithmeticians cal related. I first remark that we ran get ro Idea erf the health of heaven. When you were a child, and yon went out In the moming. how you bounded along the mad or street—yoo had never felt sorrow or sick neat. JVrhaps later you felt a glow tn your cheek and a spring In your step and an exuberance of •pints and * clearness of eye that made you thank God you were permit ted tn live. The nerves were harp •fr ogs and the sunlight was a doxol cgy. and the rustling leaves were the rustling of the robes of a great crowd rating up to praise the Lord. You thought that you knew what it was to be well, but there la no perfect health on earth. The diseases of past generations came down to us. The airs that now float upon the earth are not like those which floated above par adise. They are charged with impu rities and distempers. The most elas tic and robust health of earth, com pared with that which those experi ence before whom the gates have been opened, is nothing but sickness sad emaciation Look at that soul stand ing before the throne. On earth ah* was a life-king invalid. See her step now and hear her voice now. Catch, if yon can. one breath of that celestial air. Health in nil the pulses—health of vision, health of spirits. Immortal health. Ho racking cough, no sharp pleuritic*, no consuming fevers, mi ex hausting pnms. no hospitals of wound ed men Health swing in the sir. health flowing la si I tbs streams, health bloom tag on the banks. No Laadatheu. no dde awhes. no back That child that died in the agonies of croup, hear her voice now ringing in the anthem. That old man that went bowed down with the in firmities of age. see him walk now with the step of an immortal athlete —forever young again. That night when the needlewoman Tainted away in the garret, a wave of the heavenly air resuscitated her forever. For everlasting years to have neither ache, nor pain, nor weakness, nor fatigue. "Eye hath not seen it, ear hath not beard it.” No Separation There. In this world we only meet to part. U is good-by. good-by. Farewells floating in the air. We hear it at the rail car windows and at the steamboat wharf—good-by. Children lisp it, and old age answers it. Sometimes we say it in a light way—"good-by”—and •ometimes with anguish in which the aoul breaks down—good-by! Ah, that is the word that ends the thanksgiving banquet, that is the word that comes in to close the Christmas chant. Good by. good-by. But not so in heaven. Welcomes in the air. welcomes at the gates, welcomes at the house of many mansions, but no good-by. That group is constantly being augmented. They are going up from our circles of earth to Join in—little voices to Join the anthem, little hands to take hold in the great home circle, little feet to dance in the eternal glee, little crowns to be cast down before the feet of Je sus. Our friends are in two groups—a group this side of the river and a group on the other side of the river. Now there goes one from this to that and another from this to that.and soon we will all be gone over. How many of your loved ones have already entered upon that blessed place? If I should take paper and pencil, do you think I could put them all down? Ah. my friends, the waves of Jordan roar so hoarsely we cannot hear the Joy on the other side when that group is aug mented. it •‘union D«?ood tbe (imve. Unbelief says. "They are dead, and they are annihilated,” but blessed be God we have a Bible that tells us dif ferent! We open It. and we find they are neither dead nor annihilated—that they never were so much alive as now —that they are only waiting for our coming and that we shall Join them on the other side of the river. Oh, glorious reunion, we cannot grasp it now! "Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.” Wbat a place of explanation it will be! I see every day profound myste ries of providence. There is no ques tion we ask oftener than Why? There are hundreds of graves in Greenwood and Laurel Hill that need to be ex plained. Hospitals for the blind and lame, asylums for the idiotic and in sane. almshouses for the destitute and a world of pain and misfortune that demand more than human solution. God will clear it all up. In the light that pours from the throne no dark mystery can live. Things now utterly inscrutable will be illumined as plain ly as though the answer was written on the Jasper wall or sounded in the temple anthem. Bartimeus will thank God that he was blind.and Joseph that he was cast into the pit, and Daniel that he denned with the lions, and Paul that he was humpbacked, and Da vid that he was driven from Jerusa lem. and that invalid, that for tw'enty years he could not lift his head from the pillow, and that widow, that she had such hard work to earn bread for her children. The song will be all the grander for earth's weeping eyes and aching heads and exhausted hands and scourged backs and martyred agonies. But we tan get no idea of that anthem here. We appreciate the power of secular music, but do we ap preciate the power of sacred song? There is nothing more inspiring to me than a whole congregation lifted on the wave of holy melody. When we sing some of those dear old Psalms and tunes, they rouse all the memories of the past. Why, some of them were cradle songs In our father's house! They are all sparking with the morning dew of a thousand Chris tian Sabbaths. They were sung by brothers and sisters gone now. by voices that were aged and broken in the music, voices none the less sweet because they did tremble and break. 1b* Music of f 1 *iT*n. When 1 hear these old songs sung, it seems as if all the old country meet ing bouses joined in the chorus and | city church and sailor's bethel and western cabins until the whole conti nent lifts the doxology and the scep ters of eternity beat time in the music. Away. then, with your starveling tunes that chill the devotions of the sanctuary and make the people sit si lent when Jesus is marching on to victory. When generals come back from victorious wars, do we not cheer th* m and shout, “Huzza, huzza?" And when Jesus passes along in the con quest of the earth, shall we not have for him one loud, ringing cheer? “All hail the power of Jesus’ name! Let angels prostrate fall. Bring forth the royal diadem And crown him Lord of all." But. my friends, if music on earth is so sweet, what will it be in heaven? They all know the tune there. All the best singers of all the ages will Join it—choirs of white robed children, choirs of patriarchs, choirs of apos tles. Morning stars clapping their cymbals. Harpers with their harps. Great anthems of God roll on! roll on!—other empires joining the har mony till the thrones are all full and the nations all saved. Anthem shall touch anthem, chorus join chorus, and all the sweet sounds of earth and heav en be poured into the ear of Christ. David of the harp will be there. Ga briel of the trumpet will be there. Germany redeemed will pour its deep bass voice into the song, and Africa will add to the music with her match less voices. 1 wish In our closing hymn today we might catch an echo that slips from the gates. Who knows but that when the heavenly door opens today to let some soul through there may come forth the strain of the jubi lant voice* until we catch it? Oh, that a* the song drops down from heaven it might meet half way a song coming up from earth. They rise for the doxology, all the multitude of the blest! Let us rise with them, and so at this hour the Joys of the church on earth and the joys of the church in heaven will mingle their chalices, and the dark apparel of our mourning will seem to whiten into the spotless raiment of the skies. God grant that through the mercy of our Lord Jesus we may all get there! MONKEYS OF MAURITIUS. Keep Their Wise Homan-LookluK Beads Moving. Nothing can be more beautiful than the view from the back veranda at "Reduit,’’ as the fine country govern ment house built by the Chevalier de la Brillane for the governors of Mauri tius more than a century ago is called. Before you spreads an expanse of Eng lish lawn only broken by clumps of gay foliaged shrubs or beds of flowers, and behind that again is the wooded edge of the steep ravine, where the mischievous "jackos” hide, who come up at night to play havoc with the su gar canes on its opposite side. The only day of the week on which they ven tured up was Sunday afternoon, when all the world was silent and sleepy. It used to be my delight to watch from an upper bed-room window the stealthy appearance of the old sentinel mon keys who first peered cautiously up and evidently reconnoitered the ground thoroughly. After a few moments of careful scouting a sort of chirrup would be heard, which seemed the signal for the rest of the colony to tumble tumultuously up the bank. Such games as then started among the young ones, such antics and tumblings and rompings! but all the time the sen tinels never relaxed their vigilance. They spread like a cordon round the gamboling j-oung ones and kept turn ing their horribly wise human-look ing heads from side to side incessantly, only picking and chewing a blade of grass now and then. The mothers seemed to keep together, and doubtless gossiped, but let my old and perfectly harmless skye terrier toddle round the corner of the veranda, and each female would dart into the group of playing monkeys, seize her property by the nearest leg, toss it over her shoulder and quicker than the eye could follow should would have disappeared down the ravine. The sentinels had uttered their warning cry directly, but they always remained until the very last and retreated in good order, though there was no cause for alarm, as "Box er’s” thoughts were on the peacocks, apt to trespass at those silent and un guarded hours, and not on the mon keys at all.—Cornhill. OUEER FOX-HOUNDS IN MAINE "r ” ————— # Peculiar Breed Evolved by the Need* of Aroostook County. The three chief products of Aroos took county. Maine, are said to be po tatoes. politicians and red foxes. A year ago Charles E. Oak of Caribou, Land Agent and Forest Commissioner for Maine, told a legislative committee that his country could furnish 100,000 fox pelts a year for ten years without diminishing the supply. Hunters from Boston and Worcester, Mass., who have shot and trapped foxes in Aroostook, say that Mr. Oaks’ estimate is too low by half. The great wine-red fox that will run for days without tiring; that doubles and turns to laugh at the dogs, and then goes on refreshed from the exercise, reaches fullest perfection in Aroostook county. Of the 20,000 or 30,000 foxes taken in Aroostook this winter, more than half were caught in traps. Nearly all the others were shot while running before the patient and slow-footed hounds that abound in northern Maine. The Maine foxhound is a hunting machine that was devel oped for a certain purpose. The result of fifty years’ breeding is a short legged, deep-chested, slow-running race of dogs that will run day and night without tiring, a breed that will an noy foxes and cause them to run in more or less restricted circles, and frighten them enough to cause them to hole. The Maine hound to be of value must also be taught to hunt singly, so that if a hunter takes out a half-dozen dogs for a day’s hunt every dog will pick up a track of his own and follow it to the death. It is not a surprising feat for a hunter with six hounds to go out in the morning and return at night with ten or twelve pelts. As the skin of the Aroostook red fox is worth anywhere from $1.25 to $2.50, the oc cupation is profitable as well as pleas ing. An thro polony of the War. A correspondent who is interested in anthropology sends us the following notes: Looking to the mixed origin of the British people, it is interesting to note the types of distinguished gener als and others in the war. Lord Rob erts has an Irish face, not easy to an alyze racially, but with features of the true Gauls, who were accounted the best soldiers of antiquity. Sir Red ters Buller has a Devonshire type of face, which, like that of Gen. Keke wich, is rather Celtic than Saxon, though probably partaking of both characters. Gen. French has more of the Anglo-Saxon type, but his deep-set eyes are not a characteristic of that type in its purity. Lord Methuen and Gen. MacDonald have Scotch faces, the latter typically Highland, with a “dim ple on his chin,” and with traits of the Scandinavian type so common in the Highlands. Sir George White might be either Scotch or Northern Irish, and seems to show both Cymrian and Scandinavian traits. The bugler Dunn and his father have Irish types of face, like so many of the Manx peo ple— London News. The Kauimag* Sale. The ladies in charge of the rummage sale stated that yesterday there were more generous contributions than for some weeks past, owing, no doubt, to ladies having commenced to clean house. Pieces of bric-a-brac, antique and beautiful, yet those of which they have become weary, and have replaced by those of newer style, have been sent. The rummage sale will be open next Friday at the Dexter building, and people will find some rare bric-a brac, rugs and curtains. The proceeds will be for the Ohio hospital.—Cincin nati Enquirer. A fur cap trimmed with lace is like a hot plum-pudding with ice cream sauce. MYSTERY IN HIS LIFE HALL WAS A SCHOLAR. RANCH MAN AND PHILANTHROPIST. Self-Exiled from Native Land—He Fled to Texas. Where He Studded the Plains With Towers, Ornamented Asylums and Constructed Chapels. (San Antonio Letter.) A remarkable character passed away when Col. William Hall, scholar, ranchman and philanthropist, died a few days ago in Texas. Much was promised to art in Texas by this strange man, whose hobby was archi tecture. Under his supervision old Anglo-Saxon towers were beginning to stud the plains of West Texas, orna menting the asylums that he gave to the poor, and the chapels he gave to the church. At the time of his death he had mapped out the restoration of the old medieval Spanish towers of San Antonio, and when dying he left a handsome bequest for the execution of the project with which he was bus ied up to his last moments. But stranger than all of his life in Texas was his life in his native Eng land. It is the story of the polished scholar and barrister breaking into parliament, participating in an in trigue, held up to his constituents as a political forger, defeated, ruined, and finally self-exiled to what he believed to be socially the farthermost end of the world. Colonel Hall was educated at Oxford and his attainments were those of a scholar and lover of art. His profes sional training was that of a barris ter, in which he rose to eminence among the brightest men of his time. Under Gladstone's second administra tion he served both Lord Justice James and Lord Justice Jessel as a parlia mentary counsel. He was not only successful as an attorney at law, but he was an ardent and practical poli tician as well. His record in office is a most strange one, from what can be learned. This fp how his political hopes were blasted. There was a villainous polit ical intrigue, and he knew all of its secrets. The forgery of letters that were to blast a groat reputation was born of the intrigue. When he con testjkl Woodstock with Lord Randolph Chi#.*hill, the secret leaked out, and Colonel Hall was charged with the HALL AND ONE OF HIS CHAPELS. forgery. He protested his innocence, but he went down in ignominious de feat. The wife of the barrister and poli tician did not survive the stigma of the exposure. When she died, whi:h was 16 years ago, Colonel Hall began to close up. as far as practicable, his estate. His seven children scattered to ail parts cf the world, each with a sum of money calculated to start l.im or her on an honorable business ca reer. Three settled in various parts of England, one went to Australia, and three came to America. As soon as he could do so Colonel Hall left the scenes of his triumphs and reverses and emigrated to Texas. That was 11 years ago. His avail able bank account approached $200,000, with landed estates in Essex, London, und the West Indies. Southwest Tex as appealed to his fancy, and in the variegated country hills, dales, and rolling prairies in Kimball county he settled down for a new life. A tract of land 59.000 acres in ex tent was acquired by him. This he stocked with cattle that required the care of 60 cowboys and ranch hands. Then he began the construction of his country home—a mammoth brownstone building, covering one acre of ground. To it he gave the name of Brambletye, and an architecture in which the an cient Saxon towers of Brambletye and Sompting are strangely blended with Norman castles of later feudal days. Brambletye, however, appealed to the benighted denizens of the West Texas ranches, not in an artistic sense, but in a philanthropic light. 1 ne cowooy, me iarnier, me uessdi from the little out-of-the-way country places barely observed the moat or the draw-bridge, nor did the solid old towers mean more to them than a momentary subject for surprise. They knew only that the brownstoae walls inclosed a hundred rooms, in almost any of which they could find, shelter when they needed it, and food and medicine from the hands of the “queer old Englishman.” All that was re quired in exchange was a little light work on the ranch. In times of drouth and in the mid-winter months, Bram bletye was a veritable pauper settle ' ment. under the mild but eccentric rule of this strange man. The lord of this brownstone man sion lived like the poorest in his charge. Not a bedstead was permit ted in the house, but each room had a mattress and clean bedding, and cowboy, master and pauper went from vespers in the chapel to his respective room, whiled away an hour or so by a dim oil light, and then retired to the couch on the floor. In his will his first bequest was to his 60 faithful cow boys. To each he gave double the entire amount that each man had received in wages while in his employ. To his ranch foreman he bequeathed a 3.500-acre farm and $500. Brambletye and one-half of the ranch went to his son, Fred Hall, now living on the ranch. His son-in-law, a Mexican named Morales, fell heir to 18,000 acres of the Texas estate. The last paragraph in the will dealt with the political secret that stirred his native county and took from him his hopes and ambitions, and robbed him of all the happiness with which his prestige and power at home were fraught. “I have sealed and stamped,” he said to his lawyer, “an envelope ad dressed to Judge -. I will enclose it in the will, and you can direct that it shall be mailed immediately upon my death. 1 will carry the secret to the grave, but this letter will tell Eng land who forged those letters. The culprit is named right here," and the invalid thumped the sealed envelope. AT THE SHAGGER1ES. How Cormorants Fwd Thslr Yoons in New Zealand. Along the coast of New Zealand cer tain rocky islets are the home of vast breeding colonies of cormorants, termed “shaggeries.” One of these is Rurima Rock, near Auckland; and in his magnificent work on the ornithol ogy of New Zealand, Sir Walter Buller describes how each of the scores of great stick-built nests contained two fledglings, each swaying its head from side to side and “squirling" at the top of its voice. To these impatient young sters came the old birds up from the sea, with their flexible pouches be neath their bills distended by a weight of small fishes. As soon as a parent, thus laden, alights upon the edge of the nest, the young birds, craning their necks almost to the point of disloca tion, scramble expectantly up beside her. Then the mother in a loving way opens wide her mandibles and the young shag, with an impatient guttur al note, thrusts his head right down the parental throat, and draws forth from the pouch, after much fumbling about, the first instalment of his din ner. No sooner has he swallowed this than he begins to call for more, re sisting his brother’s effort to take his turn, and coaxing his mother by ca ressing her with his big beak in a very amusing way. As this sort of thing is going on in a hundred houses at once, and all the neighbors’ young ones are squawling and squealing, while the old ones crow and struggle for new nest ing material, or unite to mob some hated bawler or jager, the noise and turmoil are deafening, and suggest something very different from the us ual notion of domestic bird life. WOAD AS A DYE. lllue Is the 1'iual Extraction, Sometimes Green. Most of us have a slight aecuaint ance with woad from early childhood, having been taught that the early Brit ons smeared themselves with this dye either for the purpose of terrifying their enemies or beautifying their per sons. Curiously enough, the Latin historians differ as to the color, one pronouncing it to be blue, another black, a third green. As a matter of fact, they are all correct. Though blue is the usual extraction, sometimes the material will come out green, while the hands of the woadworkers become as black as negroes’ hands, and are only restored to the natural hue with the change of skin. In the middle of the sixteenth century came the importa tion of indigo, and. in the interests of the home trade, these attempts were only partially and temporarily success ful, and eventually indigo superseded woad, both being a cheaper and more brilliant dye. But now a curious thing happened. It looked for all the world as if woad had been crushed out of ex istence, and could never raise its head again. And, indeed, most of the fac tories had to put up their shutters, so that nine people out of ten are proba bly ignorant of the fact that woad is still used by dyers. Experiments, however, proved that the addition of a certain percentage of fermented woad to indigo produced a much faster dye, and consequently all the best blue ma terials, such as policemen’s and naval officers’ uniforms, are dyed with a mix ture of woad and indigo.—Notes and Queries. A Perilous Descent. Teresa Faleiola, a woman of Zuarna, Italy, recently found out how it feels to fly. Near her home, which nestles in a valley, is a high, wooded moun tain. To it, says the New* York Her ald, it has been her custom to go for fire-wood. To carry this wood from the precipitous mountain to* her cot tage was quite an arduous task. There fore she sent it down by means of a strong metal wire, stretched from the valley up to the mountain-top. A few weeks ago she and her two little daughters ascended the mountain, and after gathering three goodly bundles of wood, prepared to send them down. Just as the mother had fastened the first bundle to the wire, and had launched it on its downward course, her wedding ring caught in the rope with which the bundle was tied, and in a flash she was carried off her feet. Half-paralyzed with fear, her little daughters watched her as she sped from their sight, and then they ran down the mountain, fully expecting to find her lying dead at the end of the wire. And their fear was quite nat ural, since the mountain-top from which their mother had been torn is eight hundred yards above the valley. But the children found their mother entirely uninjured. Her fall had been broken as she was reaching the earth by some friendly branches. The bundle of wood, too, was in some measure a bulwark against the shock. Ro»« Branch In H«r Teeth. A young woman giving the name of Helen G;ay was found shortly after 1 o’clock this morning in a shrubbery in Golden Gate Park suffering from the effects of poison she had taken with suicidal intent. She was taken to the receiving hospital and the poi son pumped out. The girl, who was very well dressed in a tailor-made gown, refused to say anything except that her name was assumed and that she came from Indianapolis seven months ago, where her aunt resides. Everything about her shows that she has been used to luxury. A peculiar feature of the young woman’s attempt to end her life was the finding of a rose branch which was held between her teeth and bound into its place as the bit of a bridle might have been, with the gold chain which had been attached to her glasses.—San Francisco Special in Chicago Inter Ocean. LIVING DOUBLE GIRLS TWO SISTERS FROM BRAZIL GROWN TOGETHER. Genuine Xlpbnpagea Described Here Are Bare In Science—Such Doable Monslera Are Curloua—Gtrla Ten Years of Age Inaeparable. < Special Letter.) The first living double monster that moderns know much about was de scribed by Isidore Geoffroy Saint 13 ilaire. and consisted of the twin sis ters, Helene and Judith, who were born in Hungary in 1701 ar.d died in 1723. The Siamese twins, Chang and Eng, attracted much attention in their ! time and were exhibited in all parts of the civilized world. They were bo#i in 1817, were married and had chil dren, and died at an advanced age. The two brothers were connected by the back. Later on, the two sisters, Millie and Christine, who were born in Columbus County, S. C., in 1851, were exhibited in Europe. These twins were connected by the back. Recently there have been presented to the Academy of Medicine of Rio Janeiro, Brazil, two sisters connected with each other in front, and thus belonging to the category of what are now called xiphopages. By this term are desig nated two well-developed individuals with one umbilicus in common ami connected with the lower extremity of the sternum to the navel. Such double monsters are curious. There are some that are provided with a thoracic cav ity proper to each individual. These fc-e genuine xiphopages. In others the independence of the thorax is lim ited to the upper part of the thoracic slightest reference to hi3 straitened circumstances. Fully 15 years went by in hope deferred, and the old man was beginning to fail rapidly in .health, when at last, in 1884, a special com mission appointed by President Arthur ordered a compromise of his claim at 122.000 cash. That was less than a fifth of what he asked, but he immedi ately drew the entire amount in cur rency at the Treasury. I suppose he wanted to feel the actual money in his hands, and if so it was the only good it ever did him. for that very evening, while he was unlocking his bedroom door in a cheap Washington boarding house, he dropped dead of heart fail ure. To cap the climax of utter futil ity, the money for which he had waited so patiently and bravely for so many years was stolen in the confusion that follow’ed and never recovered. Poor old fellow! Whenever I think about •ie case it seems to me that destiny went to work deliberately to perpetrate a grim practical joke.” CAPE NOME, ‘'The New Klondike” and Its Geograph ical Location. One of the most interesting contri butions to the history of gold and gold mining has undoubtedly been discov ered in the region of Cape Nome, Alas ka, during the past summer. Vague re ports have from time to time, for a period of a year or more, been sent out from the bleak and inhospitable shores of Bering sea of the discovery there of rich deposits of placer gold, and of the almost fabulous wealth ac quired by a few fortunate prospectors —a new Klondike on American soil— but these gained little credence beyond the portals of transportation compa nies and the organizers of “boom” en -- cavity. The true xiphopages are rare in science. In fact, the number of those born living and that have been observed does not appear to exceed seven or eight, and several of those have not lived longer than a few days or even a few hours. In 1892 there was exhibited in Eu rope the two sisters, Rodica and Doo dica, who were born in the English Indies in 1889. They were three years and some months old when they were exhibited in Brussels. The two sisters, Rosalina and Maria, have just been exhibited in Brussels. The two sisters, are ten years of age. and were born at Cachaeiro de Itapemerim. The par ents were anxious to know whether or not they could be separated. That all depends upon the nature of the junc tion. Three xiphopages have already been operated upon, two of them with success, and all were of the fe male sex. With radiography, it will be easy to ascertain whether the two bodies are absolutely consolidated, or whether they are independent. If the latter is the case, a surgical operation might be performed with a considerable chance of success. AFTER SUCCESS Death Cam* Tors Soon For Him to Profit by It. “The big cotton claim which was left as a legacy to the Touro Infirmary and Jewish Orphans’ Home reminds me of a curious story,” said a prominent New Orleans lawyer. “One of the many people who lost cotton through confis cation during the war was a Mississippi planter, whose name I w-ould rather not mention, for fear of hurting the feelings of somebody now living. He had been a rich man, but after peace was declared his bill against the gov ernment for his cotton was practically all he had left, and he went on to the capital to press the matter personally. He found it a bigger job than he antic ipated, and eventually he became one of the great army of chronic claimants who form such a pathetic element in Washington life. I used to encounter him during occasional visits, and he always assured me that he was on the point of securing a settlement. I think he had a small income from the rem nant of his estate—just enough to keep soul and body together—and it was easy to see that he was desperately poor, but he was a gentleman to his finger tips, and he never made the terprises. A few of the more credulous and those unmindful of adventure and hardship took practical action on the receipt of the reports, ar.d prepared to buffet the still ice-bound waters of the Pacific to gain early access to the new land of promise. In a brief period the fame of Golovnin Bay had been spread broadcast, only to be again dimmed by the later announcements that the earlier reports of finds were only ••fakes.” Making and unmaking are a part of all new mining centers and in an incredibly short time all manner of conclusions are arrived at regarding the possibilities of a location. The geographical position of the Nome re gion is the southern face of the penin sular projection of Alaska which sep arates Kotzebue Sound on the north from Bering Sea on the south, and terminates westward in Cape Prince of Wales the extent of the North Ameri can continent. In a direct line of nav igation, it lies about 2,500 miles north west of Seattle and 170 miles southeast of Siberia. The nearest settlement of consequence to it prior to 1899 was St. Michael. 100 miles to the southeast, the starting point of the steamers for the Yukon river, but during the year various aggregations of mining popu lation had built themselves up in closer range, and reduced the Isolation from the civilized world by some 60 miles. The Nome district as settled centers about the lower course of the Snake river, an exceedingly tortuous stream in its tundra course, which emerges from a badly degraded line of lime stone, slaty and schistose mountain spurs generally not over 700 to 1,200 feet elevation, but backed by loftier granitic heights, and discharges into the sea at a position 13 miles wes1; of Cape Nome proper. Three miles east of this mouth is the discharge of the Nome river. Both streams have a tidal course of several miles.—Popular Sci ence Monthly. Couldn’t Help Remembering. Chairman (of investigating commit tee)—I am compelled now to ask you how much your campaign cost you. Victorious Candidate—It cost me $39.78. Chairman—How does it hap pen you remember the odd cents? Vic torious Candidate—From the f&ct that $19.78 Is what the new hat cost that I promised my wife in case 1 was elected.—Chicago Tribune. The helm is but a little thing, yet It governs the course of the ship.