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YOU CHEERED ME ON. xwfoa,oW Mead, f ewe adebt - X never can repay; The memory of It linger yet, ' Asd brlghteas aU laVa way;" Ar whoa oppressed with tteosty tear WHaBpeudeorageet. y I seme to yen; yoa dried at tsars And sweetly cheered mob. t otkero nooked but UokefafctU With etoqueaoe of soars. Or frowBed at my attempts, tmtil Xwarhedrd ne'er seashore. Witt kind, pjdiekms worse; that soothed The teaser heart Una flayed, ' Ton cheered me oa, the pathway smoothed, Aad all my fears allayed. Wbea others aoaght to clip the wiags With which I tried to soar, Aad bade me think of other things To profit rae the more. Too bade me doff the sable alamo, Aad brighter colors doa, Aad raised me from the depths of gloom, Aad aobly chsered me ea. O blest the Meads that lift us ap On arms of lore each day. Who pat some sweetness ia Lie's can, Aad help as oa our way; Who la oar efforts sympathize Nor foibles dwell upon. And whisper: That way honor Lest" And kindly cheer us on. Josephine Pollard, ia N. Y. Ledger. LONE HOLLOW; Or, The Peril of tbe Penrojs. -A. Thrfflinff and Romantic Story of Love and Adventure. Jams M. Mkrbhx Author or Bill," "Fishkr Job" abo Othxb Stories. BOGUS ICepfrtght, iva, to the A. A". KdUnq Kt paper Company. CHAPTER XXX. COMTIKtntD. The house was gloomy, and the sound of bus feet sent a cold chill orer bim. " He passed out and walked totheedgeof the galea, a little way off. The depths were shadowed and gloomy. Autumnal Irosts had changed the leaves to brown and .yellow in places, and the air that sighed through the trees was chill and uncomfort able. There seemed premonition of an early winter in its breath. While he stood there with the grim shad ows of the short afternoon lengthening into the gloom of night, Captain Starbright thought of the past, of the year gone in -which his brain had schemed and plotted ier self-aggrandizement. "It is more than two years now since I struck, the first blow for the Vendible mill ion amid the hills of California," he mut tered, iaaudibly, while his thoughts ran on. Then come the sudden death of the other, aad my coming to Lone Hollow to win the friendship of an easily-duped old aui. I pretended to be the friend of his idolized though erratic brother, and brought him a memento from the far-off land of cold. I told how I had ministered to the dying, and completely won old Morgan Van dible's heart. KarL his youngest brother. be idolized. He would hare made him his Jbeir had he lived. This the old millionaire told mo In confidence. It seeate that the blew that sent Earl dvcrJhe precipice in .the gold range did not IdlL ' -"My treachery might have been discov-'-ared, for Karl Vandible lived, but he came "jack from that fall a crazed being. Isup , posed I had nothing to fear, aad yet he recognised me that night in front of Lone ' Hollow, when be flred with murderous ia- feentka. It is well that I made sure work of the old man at last. The pool will never :yirld up its secret to mortal maa.? The mention of the pool seemed to affect the Captain strongly. fie straiehtened suddenly aad began walking away from the edge of the gulch. ' Soon his form was lost to view in the gath--sting gloom. He gained a position near the baak of the -cedar-fringed pooL How cold and forbidding looked the black water. There was notanpple on its sur face, and the silence that rested over ev ry thing was oppressive. " An uncanny place," muttered the Cap slain. "Much like a tomb, indeed. No se cret can come forth from thy depths, old pooL How much safer than the Califor nia gulch. You reveal no secrets, that gulch did." Then he walked completely around the pool, scanning the water from every poiat It was a solemn place, aad the time one to swing gloomy thoughts to the brain of the lone man who stood thoughtfully regarding the calm water. .8wiftly the minutes passed. "Fight's curtain dropped from the skies and wrapped its folds softly over bush, and tree, aad water. Hot a sound hut the faint murmur of the .evening breeze through gold-brown tree tops. And Captain Btarbright allowed his thoughts full sway. He had once been the .pride of a kind Toother's heart his father he never knew, -.and he recalled the time now when hts iiaadswere free from stain, his soul untar nished by blood guiltiness. 1havegonetoofar to retrace my steps now," he cried aloud, as though holding argument with his inner self. Too jarP, What was that! An echo of his own thoughts! His words had been lightly ut tered. He trembled and gazed about him iinthe shadows. The words were cot re--peated, but his eyes became riveted on one spot on the further ahore of the pooL Slow ly a human figure rose and stood facing sum. A glimmer of starlight touched the face. It was ghastly white. There was a Tope about the neck, a clinging stone, drip ping wet! Btarbright gazed in silent hor ror athis murdered victim. It was the face of the dead man of the pool I The blood re ceded from his heart, a deadly faintness seised hinuand, tossing up his arms, Clinton JJtarbright fell fainting to the ground. CHAPTER XXXI. CAUGHT IK THK ACT. , "Found at last!" Impenetrable gloom surrounded theper aoa who uttered these words, save for the assail circle of light made by a strong snw'll'Pg tallow dip, that sputtered and threatened to go out at any moment. Weird shadows danced along the rafters .aad played bide aad seek among queer little nooks. A young maa knelt oa the rough boards of the garret at Lone Hollow, -aritfcaa old, battered, hair-covered trunk Mien before him. That which broughtfrem Slips the words opening this chapter he asldnvtothe light ia his haad-a folded lagaldKassnt, yellow with age, tied with i!?La man who held up the folded SonStlaword.: Js5iaa testament ef Morgan Van- 'dinte." . , .v. k Found at laeii" ans 'J"- -r ZV-Lm. "Mvsearoh has not been in ' tUiiMi m inhere, aad was tanoiatoIgnBg "ft:! .amtataingof life front the bottom of ia wen sigh run, Clinton Btarbright, Captain, and" falsely dabbed A sound below cot short the young nun's speech. He concealed the precious paper, extinguished the light, aad hurriedly made his exit from the close air of the garret. When he gained the hall below, which was dimly lighted by bracket-lamps, the man's face stood revealed, and we recog nise him as the genial hunter, Louis Fin gaL He passed to the end of the hall, lifted a window and peered out into the night, listening intently. "I bear no sound of wheels," he mut tered. "I hope Dr. Coltoa and his patient will not disappoint me to-night. To watch that villain, and guard a precious life, without making a balk, is tiresome and dangerous. It must be time, too. for that infamous Captain to come nosing about. I heard him tell Lucy that she need not look for him in several days, but I judge that to be a blind. Possibly, however, he may have taken the alarm. He was out until late last night, and seemed pale and agi- iaiea wnen no returned." The reader can readily guess why the Captain was agitated on the previous night. The apparition at the pool had completely unnerved him for a time. On the morning following he had driven away toward Stonefield, assuring both Lura and Lucy that he intended to be absent several days. Fingal had been where he overheard this, but be had not believed it. After listening a minute Fingal closed the window and turned hi steps toward urace'sroom. lie found the door closed, and at once applied his hard to the knob. It refused to yield. Dropping to the floor Fingal attempted to peer into the room through the keyhole. No light ghmmered there, and then the young hunter seemed to realise for the first time that something was wrong inside the sick chamber. He thrust n small reed that he picked from the floor into the keyhole, He then made a discovery. The hole had been stoutly plugged! Something surely was wrong. He grasped the knob and shook the door. No answer from within. A chill shot to the heart of FingaL He called the name of Lucy and of Grace, but received no answer. A terrible fear op pressed the young hunter's heart as ho turned from the door and hurried to the stairs. He sped down these, three stem at a time, and came near landing in the arms of the colored maid. "Lucy, you heref" demanded Fingal, hoarsely. "Who is with Grace!" "MissLura,I'8pect" "I do not believe it." "But I left herder" "Something to wrong,' interrupted Fin gal, seizing and shaking the maid furiously. "You haven't been faithful, girl. The door to Grace's room to locked. Have you the key!" 44 Deed, mane, I hasnt" Fingal stood irresolute for one moment, then sprang to the outer door, opened it and passed out into the night He hast ened to the side of the building, to a spot where a light glimmered front an upper window, the window of Grace Fenroy's room. For an instant the young man stood irresolute; then, seeming to remember something, he sped to the rear of the old house and in less than a minute returned bearing ia bis bands a ladder. It was but abort work to place this up against the side of the house. It just reached the window-siH. A moment later the young hunter was mounting swiftly upward. He soon gained the top and although the curtains were drawn he found a crevice through which he could peer into the room. What he saw caused him to start and nearly fall from the ladder. His bands clmohed the atone sill until the blood seemed ready to burst from beneath the nails. In the center of the room stood Captain Btarbright, with n look on his face that was actually terrifying. It waa only with the utmost effort that Fingal held himself from falling. The Captain's bat lay oa the floor. His cost waa off, his arms bare to the elbows, and he was evidently meditating some terrible deed. Fingal saw bim move toward the bed, gaze for one moment at the placid face of the apparently sleeping girl, then bend forward with the look of a fiend, and twine his fingers about the throat of his unsuspecting victim. "Great heaven I he would strangle her!" gasped Fingal, hoarsely, almost losing bis hold in the intensity of bis horror. With a mighty effort he steadied himself, seized the sash, lifted it swiftly and plunged head long Into the room. The noise and the unexpected appearance of the hunter startled the would-be assas sin from bis work, and he at once turned his attention to the new-comer. He glared an instant fa evident alarm, then, with an imprecation, sprang at the youth as he came to his feet. "Murderer!" cried FingaL "Ha! the infernal hunter sneak, m throttle you for this!" and Captain Btar bright, evidently completely mastered by rage and fear, sprang with the fury of a madman at the throat of his unwelcome visitor. Together the two went to the floor in a struggle for the mastery. At the same time a wild scream filled the room. Grace, wakened by the combat, was terribly frightened, and it was her voice that filled the old house with its piercing notes of alarm. Fingal struggled desperately, but seemed to be no match for the infuriated Captain. "I'll throttle vou!" hissed Btarbright "You have meddled with me and my affairs for the last time." At this moment the long black hair on Fingal's head came into the clutches of Btarbright another moment and his locks were free from the head of his antagonist With a great cry Captain Btarbright came to his feet quickly followed by the.hunter. A hand tried the door, aad a voice without demanded admittance. Unheeding this the Captain atood staring at FingaL His astoundment seemed too full for words. And no wonder. ' i Before him stood, in the person of Fingal, another person entirely. There was no mis taking that face, the pug nose, with mus tache brushed aside, that dancing, red foretop. "Lara Jones, as I live!" exclaimed the astounded Captain. The girl regarded hi" with folded arms, breathing short her res flashing, her white teeth gleaming. She felt herself mistress of the sitaauss. Her hand shot forward auddenly, n bright object gleam ing at the end. "Tour race to run, Captain Starhright" she uttered lowly yet fiercely. "Stand aside, I wish to open the onur.i' He seemed to have no desire to thwart her wishes white a cocked revel vet was pointed toward his breast so he obeyed without a word He glanced at the bed to note the fact that Grace had ranted. With some dancaKy Lura turned the key and admitted Dr. Arthur Cotton. "Atone!" uttered Lura. "Wait" This was all The doctor glanced at Can tain Starbridnt then at the girt. He ml asteaahed to tad her in wale attire, this old chest. Tour aad Lura fancied she saw a look of sesu disgust oa his grave face. "I can explain, Arthur" "It doesn't matter," he uttered, shortly. "My business is with Clinton Btarbright. I suppose you recognize me. Captain" Btarbright had recovered his composure, and stood with folded arms regarding Vw doctor from under frowning brows. "I suppose I do. You are the gentleirtsn who pretends to a knowledge of xnedtciso Dr. Coltoa." "Thesame " "But let me tell you," grated the Captain , with angry vehemence, "I have pcrmiUctl your interference here to the cost of a life. Look yonder at your work. You shall suiter for this this murde-." He pointed to the bed. Quickly Dr. Colton stepped to the side of Grace and bent orer the wasted form. A moment thus, then he faced the inmates of the room once more. "She has faintci. It is better so for the present Should shedio you will have another murder to answer for. I know that you have tocu sybteuatic ally poisoning this girl" 'That is false!" "Don't interrupt me," said tho doctor, with strange calmness, no trace of emotion on his gravo f ace. "I made a discovery not long since that startled and shocked mo be yond measure. You had the reputation of 'being a generous gentleman, with few bud habits, and all your acquaintances looked upon you as an honorable man." "Really," sneered the Captain, "you do mo proud, Dr. Colton." "You may feel less so before I am through with a littlo history I propose to relate." "I pray you, don't put yourself out on my account doctor." "No, but on several accounts I will pro- j ceed. Some years ago you fell in with Mr. j Fenroy, Grace's father, and became very intimate with him. Ho trusted you fully, and to hto cost The time came when that man waa brought home dead, with his skull crushed, said to have been caused by the kick of a horse. I believe, however, that it was done by a club, and that it was a part of a plot formulated in California to gain possession of a million dollars." "Indeed!" sneered the Captain. "lam getting ahead of my story, how ever," proceeded the doctor, as Captain Starbright coolly assumed a chair. The doctor and Lura remained standing, how ever. ITO BK CONTINUED. THE EARTH'S MOTIONS. The Precession of the Equinoxes aad Oth er Astronomical .Phenomena. The earth revolves on her axis in twenty-three hours, fifty-six minutes and four seconds. This time is required for ono ro tation from a star round to the same star again. The revolution is therefore called a sidereal day. While the earth hasbeeu turning on her axis she has been advanc ing in her orbit and it will takoher four minutes on the average to come to tho same position in regard to the sun; thus, adding four minutes to the length of the sidereal day, gives twenty-four hours for the solar day. The time of the axial rotation has not va ried the hundredth part of a second in twe I tODUSium jrears. iiiuu), merciuro, uo cua- sidered as invariable, and is consequently adopted as a fundamental unit in astro nomical measurement The earth revolves in her orbit around the sun in 365.26 days, giving another standard measure of time, the length of the year. The velocity of the earth in her orbit is al most incomprehensible, for the huge sphere spins along at the average rate of eighteen miles in a second. The earth's orbital revo lution and the inclination of her axis to the plane of the ecliptic cause the changes of the seasons and the varying length of day and night The earth has a more complicated motion known as the procession of the equinoxes. It consists of a wabbling motion of the pole of the heavens around the' pole of the ecliptic inn small circle requiring twenty five thousand years to complete. Itiscaused by the attraction of the sun and moon upoa the earth at the equator. Consequently, ecliptic and equator do not cross atthe same point bt the equinoctial falls back each year fifty seconds of a degree. One effect of this movement is to change the polar star, lor to whatever part of the heavens the pole points, the nearest star to that point is the polar star. The present polar star will no longer enjoy that dis tinction three thousand years hence, and the brilliant Vega will be the polar star twelve thousand years hence. The earth is moving through space. The sun, carrying with him the planetssatel lites, comets and meteoric bodies following in his train, is hastening towards a point ia the constellation Hercules at the rapid pace of twenty thousand miles an hour. It might seem that, traveling at this rate, the goal must soon be reached. Such, how ever, is the inconceivable distance of the I stars that more than a million years must pass before our sun and his family, at their present rate of travel, have spanned the depths of space that intervene between their present position and the shining suns of Hercules. Youth's Companion. Victoria First Hoop-Sklrt. The following anecdote is told to illus trate the readiness with which Parisian fashions are adopted, even by the most rigidly patriotic of Princesses. At the epoch of tho arrival of Queen Victoria in Paris in 1856, on a visit to the Emperor and Empress, the latter bad just brought hooped skirts into vogue. The Queen forthwith sent her a messenger to purchase ono for her, aad on her next approach before her Imperial host and hostess her skirts were expanded into the new and fashionable amplitude. But her Majesty had not com prehended the necessary methods of tying the tapes that held the hoop sin place, and her crinoline presented aa extraordinary aad shapeless aspect It was the Emperor himself who, with his own imperial haada, set the rebellious petticoats to rights, aad gave his royal guest a lesson as to the proper method of donning the new-fashioned adjunct of feminine costume. Keep Tear Ejra-Slgat. Dr. F. Park Lewis spoke recently, says the Buffalo Courier, upoa weak eyes and near-sighted people. He stated that while people with near-sighted eyes might show no loss of sight for years, still near-sighted eyes should be treated with care.- The best light for the eyes was snnbgut A geed light must be strong, white aad steady. The heat of artificial light was then con sidered. Snulight has the least heat rays; electric light came next; kerosene and gas were last and so the worst for the eyes. He closed by statingthatia reading the, back shouldbetoUte light the eyes should be shaded, and never be used when tared. One should not rend with an uncertain aflat on the cars. AuxAsnm Nasmtth, the painter, once planted an iaaecessible crag on the estate of the Dukeef Athelhyiheot- log tree seeds out era small cannon. The attempt was a decided success and the trees now flourish luxuriantly. Fat says we never have aawMnsma night when weaeeditanUTaV SIN'S AWFUL WOIUL Rev. Dr. Talmage Warns the Peo ple Against Moral Poisons. The Caldrons of Sin aad Death Home lanaeaees For Good or Bad ladoleacs the Caldron of IaleeUy Advice to Touf Mew. In a recent sermon at Brooklyn Dr. Tal mage took for his subject "A Poisoaed Dinner." and his text was from 2 Kings iv. 40: "So they poured out for the men to eat And it came to pass, as they were eating of the pottage, that they cried out and said, O. tboa man of God, there is death in the pot And they could not eat thereof." Elisha had gono down to lecture to the students in the theological seminary at GilgaL He found the students very hungry, as students are apt to be. It is very seldom the world makes large pro vision for those who give themselves to intellectual toiL In order that these stu dents may" be prepared to hear what Elisha savs. he first feeds their hunger. He knows very well it is useless to talk, to preach, to lecture to hungry men. So Elisha, recognizing this common sense principle, which every Christian ought to recognize, sends servants out to get food for these hungry students. They pick up some good healthful herbs, but they happen to pick up also some colo quintida, a bitter, poisonous, deathful herb. They bring all these herbs, they put them into the boiling pot they stir them up and then a portion of this food is brought to the students and their pro fessors. Seated at the table, one of the hunrrv Hiiiflniit becins immediately to ea anj no happens to get hold of some of the coloquintida. He knew it by the taste. He cried out: "Poison, poison I O thou man of God. there is death in the pot!" Consternation is thrown over th whole group. What a fortunate thing it was that this student so early found the coloquintida in the mixture at the table! Ycu will by reference find this story is precisely as I have mentioned it Well, in our day there are great caldrons of sin and death. Coloquintida of mighty temptation is pressed into it Some dip it out and taste, and reject it and live. Oth ers dip it put taste it keep on and die. And it is the business of every minister of religion and every man who wishes well to the human race, and who wants to keep the world back from its follies and its suf ferings, to cry out: "Beware! poison. poison : look out tor inis caiaron i Diana back! Beware!" Sin has done an awful work in our world. It has gone out through all the ages, it has mixed up a great caldron of trouble and suffering and pain, and the whole race is poisoned poisoned in body, poisoned in mind, poisoned in souL But blessed be God that the gospel of Jesus Christ is the antidote, and where there was sin there shall be pardon, aad where there was suffering there shall be com fort (and where there was death there shall be life. Some time ago, you will remember, I persuaded you of the importance of being charitable in judgment of others. At the same time I said to you briefly what this morning I wish to say with great empha sis, that while we sympathize with the sinner we must denounce the sin, that while we pity the unfortunate we mast be vehement against transgression. Sin is a jagged thing that needs to be roughly handled. You have no right to garland it with fine phrases or lustrous rhetoric. You can not catch a buffalo with a silken lasso. A group of emigrants settle iaawild region. The next day a wild beast comes down from the mountain and carries on one of the children. .The next day a wild beast comes down from the mountain and carries off another child. Forthwith all the neighbors band together, and they go out with torch in one hand and gun in the other to hunt those monsters down, to find their biding place, to light up aad ransack the caverns and destroy the invaders of their bouses. So we want now not merely to talk about the sins and follies of the world, we want to go behind them, back of them. Down into the caverns where they bide we need to go with the torch of God's word in one hand and the sword of God's eternal spirit in the other to hunt oat and slay these in iquities in their hiding places. Or. to come back to the figure suggested by my text we want to find what are the caldrons of sin and death from which the iniquities of society are dipped oat First In the first place. I remark, that unhappy and undisciplined homes are the caldrons of great iniquity. Parents harsh and cruel on the one hand, or oa the other band loose in their government wickedly loose in their government are raising up a generation of vipers. A home where scold ing and f retf ulness is dominant is blood re lation to the gallows and the penitentiary I Petulance is a serpent that crawls up into the family nursery and destroys every thing. Why, there are parents who even make religion disgusting to their children. They scold them for not loving Christ They have an exasperating way of doing their duty. The house is full of the war whoop of contention, and from sach a place husband aad sons go out to die. O! is there a Hager leading awav Ishmael into the desert to be smitten of the thirst and parched of the sandf la the solemn birth hour a .voice fell to thee from the throne of God. saying: 'Take this child and nurse it for me and I will give thee thy wages." At even time, when the angels of God hover over that home, do they hear the children lisping the name of Jesus? O! travelers for eternity, your little ones gathered under your robes, are you leading theraoa tho right road, or are you taking them out on the dangerous winding bridle path, off of which their inexperienced feet may slip aad up which comes the howling of the wolf and the sound of loosened ledge aad tumbling avalanche? Blessed is the family altar at which the children kaeeL Blessed is the cradle ia which .the Chris tian mother rocks the Christian child. Blessed is the song the little one sings at nightfall whea sleep is closing the ayes aad loosening the head front the toy oa the pillow. Blessed is that mother whose every heart throb is n prayer for her chil dren's welfare. The world grows old, aad the stars will cease to illuminate It, and the waters to refresh it and the mountains to guard it aad the heavens to everspan it aad its long story of sin aad shame aad its glory of triumph will soon turn to ashes, bat in fluences that started ia this early home roll en and roll up through all eternity blooming in all the joy, wnviag la all the triumph, exalting ia all the song, or shrinking hack into nil ths darkness. Father, mother, which way are you lead ing your children? A house took fire and the owner waa Tory caret al to get all the furniture out He got all his hooks et sad he get all his pictures out uud he got aU his valuable papers oat but he forgot to ask until it was too late: "Are my children safe?" O, whea the earth shall melt with fer vent heat aad the moaataias shall blaze, aad the seas shall blase, aad the earth shall blaze, will your children be safe? Will your children ba safe? Unhappy aad undisciplined homes are the source of mach of the wretchedness and sin of the world. I kaow there are exceptions to it some times. From a bright aad beautiful Christian home a husband or a sob will go out to die. O. how loag yoa had that boy iayonr prayers! He does not kaow how many sleepless nights yen have spent over him. He does not understand how many tears yoa have shed for his way wardness. Or, it is hard after you have toiled for a child aadgivea bim every ad vantage and every kindness to have him pay you back ia ingratitude! As one Sab bath morning a father came to the foot of the pulpit as I stepped out of it and said: "O, my son, my son, my son!" There is many a young maa proud of his mother, who would strike to the dust any man who would insult her, who at this moment him self, by his evil doing and his bad habits, is sharpening a dagger to plunge through that mother's heart A telegram brought him from afar. He went bloated and srarrod into the room and he stood by the lifeless form of bis mother. Her hair gray; it bad turned gray in sorrow. Those eyes bad wept floods of tears over his wandering. That still white hand had done him many a kind ness and written many a loving invita tion and good counseL He had broken her old heart He cams into the room and threw himself on the casket and he sobbed outright: "Mother! Mother!" but those lips that had kissed bim m infancy and uttered so many kind words spoke not; they were sealed Bather than to have such a memory come to my soul, I would prefer to have rolled over me the Alps and the Himalayas. But while sometimes there are sons who turn out very badly coming from good homes. I want to tell you for your encour agement it is a great exception. Yet an unhappy and undisciplined home is the poisonous caldron from which a vast multitude drink their death. Second I remark that another caldron of iniquity is an indolent life. All the rail trains down the Hudson river yester day, all the rail trains oa the Pennsyl vania route, all the trains on the Long Island road brought to these cities young men to begin commercial life. Some of them are here this morning, I doubt not Do you know what one of yoar grent temptations is going to be? It is the ex ample of indolent people in our cities. They dress better than some who are in dustrious. They have access to all places of amusement plenty of money, and yet idle. They hang around our great hotels the Fifth Avenue, the Windsor, the Brunswick, the Stuyvesant the Gilsey House all our beautiful hotels, you will find them around there any day men who do nothing, never earn any thing, yet VVCal UIQ39VU, USflUg lIVJllfrW If ssjr SUUUiU 1 WOrK? Why SllOUld yoa WOrK? WbV drudge and toil in bank and shop and of- flee or on the scaffolding, or by the anvil, when these men gat along so well and do not work? Some of them hang- aroaag the city halls of our great cities, toothpick in their moath, waiting for some crumb to fall from the officeholder's table. Some of them bang around the city hall for the city van bringing criminals from tho sta tion houses. They stand there and gloat over it really enjoy the disgrace and suffering of those poor creatures as they get out of the city van aad go into the courts. Where do they get their money? That is what yoa ask. That is what I ask. Only four ways of getting money only four; by inheritance, by earning it by begging it by stealing it; aad there are a vast multitude among us who get their living not by inheritance, nor by earning it nor by begging it I do not like to take the responsibility of saying how they get it! Now, these men are a constant tempta tion. Why should I toil and wear myself oat in the bank, or the office, or the store, or the factory? These men have nothing to do. They get along a great deal better. aad that is the temptatioa under which a great many yoang men falL They begin to consort with these men, these idlers, and they go down the same awful steeps. The number of men in our cities who are trying to get their living by their wits aad by sleight of hand is all tie time increas ing. A New York merchant saw a yoang maa, one of his clerks, in half disguise, going iato a very low place of amusement. The merchant said to himself: (I must look oat for that clerk; he is going ia bad com pany aad going in bad places; I must look oat for bim." A few months passed oa and one morning the merchant entered his store and bis clerk of whom I have been speaking came up in assumed con sternation and said: 0, sir, the store has been on fire; I have put out the Are, bat there are a great many goods lost we have had a great crowd of people coming aad going." Then the merchant took the clerk by the collar and said: "I have had enough of tbU; you can not deceive me; where are thoie goods you stole?" The young man instantly confessed his vil lainy. O, the numbers of people in these great cities who are trying to get their living not honestly! And they are a mighty temptation to the industrious young man who can not understand it While these others have it so easy they have it so bard. Horatius of olden time was told that he could have just as much ground as he could Splow around with a yoke of oxen ia one day. He booked up the oxen to the plow aad he cat a very large circle aad plowed until he came to the same poiat where he had started, aad all that prop erty was bis. Bnt I have to tell yoa to-day that just so much financial, jast so mach moral, jast so mach spiritual possession yoa will have as yoa compass with yoar owa industries, aad just so mach as front the morning of yoar life to the evening of your life yoa caa plow arouad with yoar ewa hard work. "Go to the ant then sluggard; consider her ways aad be wise." One of the most awfal caldrons of death to-day is an indolent life. Thank God that yoa have to work. Third Once more I remark, that the dramshop is a great caldroa of iniquity ia our time. ABacharsis said that tho viae bore three grapes the first was Pleasure, theaext waa Dmakenness aad the next Misery. Every saloon above ground is a foaataia of iaiquity. It may have a li cense aad it may go along quite respecta ble for awhile, bat after awhile the cover will fall off aad the color of iaiquity wiU be displayed. 0,"says some oae,"4yoaoaghttobe easier on each a trade when it paya sach a large revenae to the Goveranwataad helps sup port yoar schools aad your great iastita tioa of mercy." And then 1 thiak of what William E. Gladstoae said I thiak it was the tnt time he was Caancelor of the,Ix- chequer whea awn engaged in the ruinous traffic came to hiss aad said their business onght to have more consideration from the fact that it paid such a large revenae to the English Government. Mr. Glad stone said: "Gentlemen, don't worry yoarselves about the revenue; give mo 39,000,000 of sober people and we'll have reveuue enough aad a surplus." We might in this country this traffic perished have less revenue, but we woald have more happy homes and we would have more peace aad we would have fewer people in the penitentiary, aad these woald be tens of thousands of men who are now on the road to bell who would start oa the road to Heaven. But the financial ruin is a very small part of it This iniquity of which I speak takes every thins that is sacred out of the family, every thing that is infinite in the soul and tramples it under foot. The mar riage day has come. The twaia are at the altar. Lights flash. Music sounds. Gay feet go up aad down the drawingrooai. Did ever vessel launch on such a bright and beautiful sea? Tho scene changes. Dingy garret No fire. On a broken chair a sorrowful wife. Last hope zone. Poor, forsaken, trodden under foot, she knows all the sorrow of being a druukard's wife. Of" she says, "he was so noble, be was so good! God never made a grander man than he was, but the drink d:d it. the drink did it." Some day she will press her hand against her temples and cry, uO, my brain, my brain I" or she will go out on the abutment of the bridge soma moonlight night and look down on the glassy surface and wonder if under that glassy surface there is not some rest for a broken heart. A young man, through the intercessioa of metropolitan friends, gets a place in a bank or store. He is going to leave bis country home. That morning they are up early in the old homestead. The trunk is on the wagon. Mother says: "My son, I put a Bible in the trunk, I hope you will read it often." She wipes the tears away with her apron. "O," be says, "come, don't you be worried. I know how to take care of myself. Don't be worried about me." The father says: 4My son, be a good toy and write homo olten, ycur mother will be anxious to hear from you." Crack! goes the whip and over the hills goes the wagon. Five years have passed on and a dissipated life has done its work for that ytung man. There is a hearse coming up iu iront of the old homestead. The young men of the neighborhood who have stayed on the farm come and say: "Is it possible? Why, be doesn't look natural, does be? Is that the fair brow we used to know? Is that the healthy cheek we used to know? It can't be possible that is him." The parents stand looking at tho gash in the forehead from which the life oozed out and they lift their hands and say: O my son Absalom, my son. my son Absalom; would God 1 ha 1 died for thee, O Absalom, my son, my sou !" Lorenzi tie Medici was very sick and soma of bis superstitious friends thought if they could dissolve a certain nnniber of pearls in a cup and then he would I .Irlnt tl.pn. it nnl,l mm him of th dU I Miei g0 tueT wont around and they gathered up all the beautiful pearls they could find and they dissolved them in a cup and the sick man drank them. O, it was an expensive draught. But I toll you of a more expensive draught than that Drunkenaess pots into its cup the pearl of physical health, the pearl of do mestic happiness, the pearl of respecta bility, the pearl of Christian hope, the pearl of an everlasting Heavea aad presses it to the hot lips. I tell you the dram shop is tbe gate- of helL The trouble is they do not put ap the right kind of a sign. They have a great many different kinds of signs now on places where strong drink is sold. One is called the "restaurant," and another is called tbe saloon."' and another is called the "hotel," and auother is called the "sample room." What a name to give one of those places? A "sample room!" I saw a man on the steps of oue of those "sample rooms' tbe other day dead drank. I said to myself: "I suppose this is a sample!" I tell you it is the gate oi faeiL "O," says seme man, "I am kind. I ant indulgent to my family, I am right in many respects. I ana very generous, and I have too grand aad generous a mora" nature to be overthrown in that way." Let me say that the persoas who are in the most peril have tbe lightest hearts, the best ednca tioa, the brightest prospects. This sin chooses tbe fattest lambs for its sacrifice. The brightest garland are by this car Landed hand of drunkenness torn on the brow of the poet aad the orator. Charles Lamb, answer! Thomas Hood, answer! Sheridan, the English orator, answer! Edgar A. Poe, answer! Juaina Brutus Booth, answer. O, come aad look over iato it while I draw off the cover hang over it and look down iato it and see the seething, boiling, loathsome, smoking, agoaizing. blasphem ing hell of tbe drunkard. Young man be master of year appetites and passions. There are hundreds might I not say thousands? of young men in this hous this moraiag young men of fair pros pects. Put your trust ia the Lord God and all is welL But ycu will be tempted. Per haps yon may this moment be addressed on the first Sabbath of yoar coming to the great city, aad I give yoa this brotherly counsel. I speak not in the perfunctory way. I speak as aa older brother talks tc a younger brother. I put my hand oa your shoulder this day aad commend yoa to Jesus Christ who himself was a young man aad died while yot a young maa. aad has sympathy for all yoang men. O, be master, by the grace of God, of your ap petites aad passions! I close with a peroration. Ministers and speakers are very apt to close with a per oration, aad they generally roll ap some grand Imagery to express what they have te say. I close with a peroration mightier thaa was over uttered by hamaa lips. Two quotatioas. The first is this: "Who hath woer who hath babbling? who hath wounds withoat caase? They that tarry loag at the wine, they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not apon the it is red. when it moveta itself aright in the cup, for at the last it biteta like a serpent aad stiBgeth like an ad der." This is the other quotation. Make up your mind as to which ia the mors im pressive, I think ths last is themighter: "Rejoice, O ycang asaa, in thy youth, aad let thy heart cheer thee ia the days of thy yoath, aad walk thou in the sight of thiae eyes; bat know that for all these things Gad will bring thee into jadg- awMufttW m " A Harlem parent lately induced a r croupy youngster to snake a hearty meal of buckwheat cakes and -fhaplf molasses," but the latter provedto be a nice dose of squills. The boy said ae thought Bosaethiag ailed the mo lasses the very aiante his father told "jfV to ea nil aa waated,-Texaa V .dU,'-? - aw