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BY THE BEAUTIFUL DANUBE.
Ia Vienna, the gem of tke beautiful Duube,
I tottered one eveaiag m twilight stole in.
And saw a drriae little Austrian maiden
Witt whom I attempted a frieadjhp to win.
Ska walked up the Park ring sad on toward
the Prater
Ofoat bosky of gardens, quite rigkt (or a
flirt);
X followed at distance correct to be harmless,
And bad for a guide tke wkite flounce of
her skirt.
A stranger ia Deutscalaad, quite rusty ia
German,
Long, long I debated what phrase X should
form.
Eat finally fell oa tke weather as most do
.And said, rather shakily: "J5 it tekr
mum.
Met doubting that forth from the lips of my
charmer
Melodious accents would enter hijmouI,
Sow great was my wonder when burst from
her larynx
That Dcutschest of Dcutscby responses:
7a, vohir
Wot daunted by guttcrals bellowed to
hoarsely.
1 Tenturcd to hint that we take a short
stroll.
With fluttering pulses I watted her answer.
When up from her bosom rolled quickly:
"Ja, teoJT'
mSe tp reehen to kunlich, tie nicht ieAvertlcA;"
I said, growing desperate, while my arm
stole
Sound the neatest of waists that my eyes
ever looked on.
Bat still from her larynx tolled forth the
"Jin, tcohl!"
-gUwMchenmicMrank," I said, inwardly fum
ing, - mWdt vntUn tie tagen,ichbUte." The goal
Skat I sought seemed as far off as ever
As asaia she pealed forth her insensate
na, icotir
"Dumbfounded, i puzzlodwhst might be her
meaning.
When quickly a gendarme obstructed ter
way
m told me quite briefly that she was a
lunatic
Strayed from her keeper that boight sum
mer day.
That crazy girl's features appear to me often.
Though far from Vienna I dreamily roll
Ia my gondola graceful o'er Adria's waters,
And often I hear, ia my mind, her "So,
woJUT
' H.H.NEWHAXU
TIGEK IN THE TENDER.
A Startling Adventure In India
A True Story.
was within five
minutes of starting
timo when I bade
my young wife
"Good morning" and
left her standing in
the doorway of our
bungalow, and
walked toward the
"house" in which
was panting the iron
steed that I was to
drive through a sec
tion of one hundred
miles along the route
of the Great Pun jaub
railway that crosses
Hindostan, from
Bombay to Calcutta.
I had been in the East Indian employ for
? some time, and had become familiar with
its people and their customs, with its
. jungles and their inhabitants, but it re
mained for this trip to introduce me to the
.most ferocious of wild beasts, the royal
Bengal tiger.
Whether it was on account of my engine
ibeiag named tho "Tiger," or the fact that
vthere were two plump Hindoos beside one
whitc man in the cab that induced the
ravenous creature to pay us a flying visit, I
can not say, but certain it is that he did
make as a call, and in the following manner :
My native fireman had every thing in
readiness, with a good head of steam up,
when I clambered into my scat and started
her out.
We were to carry threo passengercoaches
and one mail-car; it was only the work of a
few moments to hitch on and start, and we
were soon thundering along over the rails
toward Delhi.
We made but three stops during the run,
and when 1 hauled up at Budzapore, the
second station, a section train was standing
on the siding to allow us to goby, and her
engineer came over to have a little chat
with me.
"I lost one of my coolies yesterday," he
said. "We were down the road here a
piece, just in that jungle beyond the bridge
over the little creek, when wo were startled
by hearing something between a snarl and
a roar, and we saw a tiger coming towards
us on the fly, jumping twenty fectata leap.
There was no time to scatter, and one of
the fellows who was right in his course
-went down, and before wc could do any
thing to assist him the tiger had him be
tween his jaws and was off into the brush
the other bide of the track.
"I doubt if we can get the coolies to work
along the line for somo time, 'cause you see
when one of these brutes gets to be a 'man
dator' nothing but human flesh will satis
fy him. Where they catch a man once,
JTOPIXQ TWENTY FEET AT A LEAP.
they are pretty sure to linger around the
same spot in hopes of getting another."
As he finished speaking I received
tho conductor's signal to start, and away
-we flew again, all thoughts of the tiger
banished from my mind.
Now, here atthe bridge skirting the jungle
acntioned by my confrere, it was neces
sary to slow up, as there was but a
temporary trestle-work to cross upon, so
that when my train had passed the creek
and entered the jungle wo were not going
taster than a mile per hour, and it was
-then that I began to "open her out;" but
tke "old girl" had hardly commenced to rn--crease
her speed when the forest re-echoed
anth a yell that paralysed my hand on the
-throttle and verily froze the blood in ray
i And then an at once I heard something
keary fall upon the coal ia the tender, and
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m rB'oaaaKTiL
the glance that I cast over my shoulder re
vealed a sight which served to augment,
rather than allay, the fear which had taken
possession of ma
For there, crouching within tea feet ef
where wo sat, was a monstrous tiger, the
largest of its species that I had ever seen.
His mouth was open, as be emitted a
short snarl, and his formidable teeth
gleamed and glistened as the foam dropped
from them, while his eyes scintillated with
rage and excitement.
I distinctly remember seeing, at the first
glance, his back and tail waving and sway
ing with that peculiar undulating motion of
the feline race when about to spring upon
their prey, and it seemed as though I was
the particular object of his wrath.
My two coolio firemen with a cry of horror
sprang from the cab and went tumbling
down the bank.
How in that moment of supreme peril I
could think of a means of defense has al
ways been a surprise to me, but acting on
the impulse of self-preservation I clutched
the chain attached to-the furnace door and
threw it wide open; a jet of flame flashed
forth.
This seemed to appal my terrible antag
onist for an instant, which gave me time tc
seize the shovel and fill it with blazing,
livid coals, which I burled full in the faced
the enraged and maddened beast.
That my hands were terribly burned 1
heeded not, but turned and drew forth a
second shovelful of almost liquid fire, but
I had no occasion to use this against mj
deadly foe, for he did not wait for a contin
uation of my hospitality (?), for as the fire
fell upon his head he gave vent to a roat
that, although the engine was now rattling
at a lively pace over the rails, fairly shook
the old machine, and with a bound my un
welcome visitor cleared the tender and
disappeared.in the jungle.
When I saw him go I shut off the steam
and whistled for brakes, and when the con
ductor came hurring forward to inquire the
cause of the halt, I was sitting alone in the
cab, trembling and speechless with fright
I SEIZED THE SHOVEL
and pain, and gazing at the series of mon
strous blisters that were puffing up on my
hands.
My companions could scarcely believe the
story I told them, and I almost think that
at first they took me for a marine.
Yes, I think the conductor was under the
impression that I had murdered the two
firemen and concocted this story to clear
myself. '
I was unfit for further duty that day, but
fortuna-lcly one of the brakemea possessed
a fair knowledge of an engine, and with
him in the cab we resumed our way tc
Delhi.
The following day, on our return trip,
when we arrived at Budzapore wo f sund
my coolie firemen waiting our return, little
the worse for their tumble out of the mov
ing locomotive, and their story and pres
ence removed the lurking doubt in the
conductor's mind as to my supposed crime
and insanity.
It was, however, several weeks before I
was again able to take out my engine, for 1
had received some very serious burns;
but had I not resorted to this means of de
fense tbero would hare been at least one
more widow in India, and probably a "ter
rible railroad accident" for which "no one
could assign a cause."
Makltox Dowxixq.
A Tramp's Benefit.
A tramp called at a house on High street
one cold morning lately and asked for food
and clothes. Ho was such a piteous-looking
object that the servant called the lady of
the house to see him.
'Yoor man!" said the kind-hearted
woman; "I will see what I can do for you..
Bridget, give him the buckwheat cakes that
were left from breakfast."
Then she went to find some clothes for
him, and returned with a linen duster and a
straw hat.
"They are all I have, but yon are welcome
to them," she said, while tears of pity stood
in her eyes.
"Thankee, ma'am," answered the poor
fellow, his voice husky with gratitude,
"an if it's all tho same to you I'll eat the
duster and hat they're lighter and clothe
myself with the pancakes."
Meeting of tho Pickwick Club.
Anthropologists held a meeting recently
in Washington City and read learned
papers to each other concerning the early
settlement of the Potomac valley. They ar
rived at the conclusion that there had been
roving bands of Indians there before the
white men came. As each learned man
mado his grave statements corroborating
each other they nodded dignifiedly, looked
over their spectacles and resolved to print
their papers for future generations of
learned men to read and inform themselves
thereby upon this topic. The names of the
Indians who are believed to have been on
the ground before George Washington se
lected a spot for the National carital are
not mentioned by the learned men. Future
generations of anthropologists are left to
solve that problem. J
His Gaaso Played Oat,
There has been a little page in Congress
it won't do to tell which House he was in
who was a professional borrower. He is in
debt to nearly a hundred men in suns rang
ing from twenty to a hundred dollars. He
was instigated by his mother to! borrow
money from statesmen, and he did Jit. The
result is, that his mother owns a residence
and lives in good style, while the little fel
low snorts a watch and a diamond pin. This
is a sample of ono of the ways in Tfhich the
cash is raised in Washington. The page is
an ex-page. His confidence gave played
itself out.
She Balaaced It.
"What a dreadful bilL Alice, f;
making
one dress 35.'"
"Yes; but Edward, lore, just think, the
dress only cost me seventy-five cents. It
was one of those giveaway bargains at
Mufti's 1"
Tea was not used in Englandbefore the
middle of the seventeenth centwy, and was
entirely unknown. U taw Cpeeks ana
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THE CHRISTIAN TMJST.
Dr. Talmage on Faith as the Only
Means of Salvation.
Karthquakes That Are Liable to Occur la
the life or All-Faith la Christ
Grand Trent or tho Re
deemed. Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, ot Brooklyn,
in a recent sermon at St. Paul, Minn., dis
coursed upou "The Earthquake," and
took for hit text "Believe ou the Lord
Jesus Christ and thou sbalt bo saved."
Acts xvL 31. The sermon was as follows:
Jails are dull, damp, loathsome places
even now; but they were worse in the Ap
ostolic times. I imagine to-day we are
standing on the Philippian dungeon. Do
yon not feel the chill? Do you not hear
the groans of those incarcerated ones who
for ten years have not seen the sunlight,
and the deep sigh of the women who re
member their fathers' bouse and mourn
over their wasted estate? Listen again.
It is the cough of a consumptive, or the
struggle of one in the nightmare of a great
horror. You listen again and bear a cul
prit, his chains rattling as he rolls over in
his dreams, and you say: "God pity the
prisoner." But there is another sound in
that prison. It is a soug of joy and glad
ness. What a place to sin? iu 1 The music
comes winding through the corridors of
the prison, and in all the dark wards the
w hisper is heard: 'What's that? What's
that?"
It is the song ot Paul and Silas. They
can not sleep. They have been whipped,
very badly whipped. The long gashes ou
their backs are bleeding yet. Tbey lie
fiat on the cold ground, their feet fast in
wooden sockets, and of course they can
not sleep. But they can sing. Jailer,
what are you doing with these people?
Why have tbey been put in here? O, they
have been trying to make the world better.
Is that all? That is all. A pit for Joseph.
A lion's cave for DanieL A blazing fur
nace for Shadrach. Clubs for John Wes
ley. An anathema for Philip Melanctbon.
A dungeon for Paul and Silas. But while
we are standing in the gloom of the Phil
ippian dungeon, and we hear the mingling
voices ot sob and groan, and blasphemy
and ballelujab, suddenly an earthquake!
The iron barn of the prison twist, the pil
lars crack off. the solid masonry begins to
heave and all the doors swing open.
The jailer, feeling himself responsible
for tbesa prisoners, and believing, in his
pagan ignorance, suicide to be honorable
since Brutus killed himself, and Cato
killed himself, and Cassius killed himself
puts his sword to his own heart, propos
ing with one'strong, keen thrust to pot an
end to his excitement and agitation. But
Paul cried out: "Stop! stop! Do thyself
no harm. We are all here." Then I see
the jailer luaning through the dust and
amid the ruins of that prison, and I see
him throwing himself down at the feet of
these prisoners, crying out: "What shall
I do? What shall I do?" Did Paul answer:
"Get out of this placa before there is
another earthquake; put handcuffs and
hopples on these other prisoners, lest they
get away?" No word of that kind. His
compact, thrilling, tremendous answer,
answer memorable all through earth and
Heaven, was: ''Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ and thou shalt be saved."
Well, we have all read of the earthquake
in Lisbon, in Lima, in Aleppo, and in
Caraccas, but we live in a latitude
where severe volcanic, disturbances
are rare. And yet we have
sees fifty earthquakes. Here is a man
who has been building up a large fortune.
His bid on the money market was felt in
all the cities. He thinks he has got be
yond all annoying rivalries in trade and
be says to himself: "Now I am free and
safe from all possible perturbation." But
in 1937 or in 1S37 or in 1873 a national panic
strikes the foundations of the commercial
world and crash ! goes the magnificent
business establishment. Here is a man
who has built up a very beautiful home.
His daughters have just come from the
seminary with diplomas of graduation.
His sons have started in life, temperate
and pure. When the evening lights are
struck there is a happy and unbroken
family circle. But there has been an ac
cident at Long Branch The young man
ventured too far out in the surf. The tel
egraph burled the terror up to the city.
An earthquake struck under the founda
tions ot that beautiful home. The piano
closed, the curtains dropped, the laughter
hushed. Crash! go nil those domestic
hopes and prospects and expectations.
So, my friends, we have all felt the
shaking down of seme great trouble and
there was a time when we were as much
excited as this man of the text, and we
cried out as he did: "What shall I do?
What shall I do?" The same reply that
the Apostle made to him is appropriate to
us: "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ
and tbou shalt be saved." There are some
documents of so little importance that
you do not care to put any more than
your last name under them, or even your
initials; but there are some documents of
so great importance that you write ont
your full name. So the Saviour iu some
parts of the Bible is called "Lord" and in
other parts of the Bible He is called
"Christ," but that there might be no mis
take about this passage all three names
come together "The Lord Jtv-us Christ."
Now, who is this being that you want
me to trust in and believe iu? Men some
times come to me with credentials and
certificates of good character, but I can
not trust them. There is some dishonesty
in their looks that makes mi know I will
be cheated if I confide in them. You can
not put your heart's confidence in a man
until you know what stuff he is made of.
and am I unreasonable to-day when I
stop to ask you who is this that you want
me to trust in? No man would think of
venturing his life on a vessel going out to
sea that had never been inspected. No,
you must have the certificate bung amid
ships, telling how many tons it carries,
and bow long ago it was built, and who
built it, and all about it. And you can not
expect me to risk the cargo of my immor
tal interests on board any craft till you
tell me what it is made of, and where
it was made aad what it is.
When, then, I ask you who this Is
yoa want me to trat in, yon tell
me he was a very attractive per-
son, contemporary writers aeeceo
xilswnoie appearance as Deingrespienaear.--pas
There was no need for Corist to tell the
children to come to Him. "Suffer little
children to come unto me," was not spoken
to the children; it was spoken to the dis
ciples. The children came readily enough
without any invitation. No sooner did
Jesus appear than the little ones jumped
from their mothers' arms, aa avalanche of
beauty and love, into Hit lap. Christ did
not ask John to put bis head down on His
bosom; John could not help but pat his
head there.
I suppose to look at Christ was to love
Him. O, how attractive His auaaer.
Why, when they saw Christ coming along
the street they ran into their houses, and
they wrapped op their invalids a quick
as they could and brought them out that
He might look at them. There was some
thing so pleasant, so invitinr. so cheering
in every thing He did, in His very look.
When these sick ones were brought out,
did He say: "Do not bring mo these sores;
do not trouble me with these leprosies?"
No, no, there was a kind look, there was a
gentle word, there was a healing touch.
Tbey could not keep away from Him.
In addition to this softness of character,
there was a fiery momentum. How the
kings of the earth turned pale. Here is a
plain man with a few oiaitors at his back,
coming off the sea or Gaitlee. going op to
the palace of the Caesar, making that
palace quake to the foundations, and ut
tering a word of mercy and kindness
which throbs through all tho earth, and
through all the heavens, and through all
ages. On. he was a loving Christ. But it
was not effeminacy or insipidity of char
acter; it was accompanied with majesty,
infinite and omnipotent. Lest the world
should not realize His earnestness, this
Christ mounts the cross.
You say: "If Christ hns to die, why
not let Him take some deadly potion and
lie on a couch in some bright and beauti
ful home? If He must die let Him expire
amid all kindly intentions." No. the
world must bear the hammers on the beads
of the spikes. The world must listen to
the death rattle of the sufferer. The
world must feel His warm blood drop
ping on each cheek, while it looks up into
the face of His anguish. And so the
cross must be lifted aud a bole is dug on
the top of Calvary. It must be dug three
foot deep, and then the cross is laid on the
ground, and the sufferer is stretched upon
it, and the nails are pounded through
nerve and muscle and bone, through the
right band, through the left hand, and
then they shake His right hand to see if it
is fast, and they heave up the wood, half
a dozen shoulders under the weight, and
they put the end of the cross in the month
of the hole, and they plunge it in, all the
weight of His body coming down for the
first time on the spikes; and while some
hold the cross upward others throw in the
dirt and trample it down, and trample it
hard. O. plant that tree well and thor
oughly, for it is to bear fruit such as no
other tree ever bore. Why did Christ
endure it? He could have taken those
rocks and with them crushed His crnci
fiers. He could have reached up and
grasped the sword of the omnipotent God,
and with one clean cut have tumbled them
into perdition. But no; He was to die.
His life for your life.
In a European city a young man died on
the scaffold for the crime of murder.
Some time after the mother of this young
man was dying, and the priest came in,
and she made confession to the priest that
she was the murderer and not her son; in
a moment of anger she had struck her
husband a blow that slew him. The son
came suddenly into the room, and was
washing away the wounds and trying to
resuscitate his father, when some one
looked through the window and saw him
and supposed him to be the criminal.
That young man died for his own mother.
Yon say: "It was wonderful that he
never exposed her." But I tell you of a
grander thing. Christ the Son of God,
died not for His mother, nor for His
father, but for His sworn enemies. O,
such a Christ as that so loving, so pa
tient, so self-sacrificing can yon not
trust him? I think there are many under
the influence of the Spirit of God who are
saying: "I will trust Him if you will
only tell me how;" and the great question
asked by thousands is: "How? how?"
And while I answer your question I look
up and utter the prayer which Rowland
Hill so often uttered in tho midst
of his sermons: "Master, help!"
How are you to trust in Christ? Just as
you trust any one. You trust your part
ner in business with important things. If
a commercial house gives you a note pay
able three months hence you expect the
payment of that note at the end of three
months. You have perfect confidence ia
their word and their ability. Or again,
you go borne expecting there will be food
on the table. You have confidence in that.
Now I as you to have the same confi
dence in the Lord Jesus Christ. He says:
"Youbelijve I take 'away your sins and
they are all taken away." "What !" you
say, "before I pray any more? Before I
read my Bible any more? Before I cry
over my sins any more?" Yes, this mo
ment. Believe with all your heart and
you are saved. Why, Christ is only wait
ing to get from you what you give to
scores of people every day. What is that?
Confidence. It these people whom you
trust day by day are more worthy than
Christ, if they are more faithful than
Christ, if they have done more than Christ
ever did, then give them the preference;
but if you really think that Christ is as
trustworthy as tbey are then deal with
Him as fairly.
"O," says some one in a light way, "I
bolieve that Christ was born in Bethle
hem, and I believe that He died on the
cro-is." Do you believe it with your
head or your heart? I will illustrate the
difference. You are in your own house.
In the morning you open a newspaper
and yon read how Captain Braveheart on
the sea risked bis life for the salvation of
his passengers. You say: "What a grand
fellow ha must have been! His family de
serve very well of the country." You
fold the newspaper and sit down at the
table and perhaps do not think of that
incident again. That is historical faith.
But now you are on the sea, and it is
night, arid you are asleep, and you are
awakened by the shriek of "Fire !" You
rush out on deck. You hear amid the
wringing of hands and the fainting
the cry: 'No hope! We are lost!
We are lost!" The sail puts out
out its wings of fire, the ropes
make a burning ladder in the night
heavens, the spirit of wrecks hisses in the
wave, and on the hurricane deck shakes
out its banner of smoke and darkness.
"Down with the lifeboats!" cries the cap
tain. "Down with the lifeboats!" Peo
ple rush into them. The boats are about
full room only for one more man. You
are standing on the deck beside the cap
tain. Who shall it be! Yon tc the cap
tain? The captain says, "You." Yon
jump and are saved. He stands there and
dies. Now, yoa believe that Captain
Braveheart sacrificed himself for bis pas
sengers, bat yoa believe it with love, with
tears, with hot aad long-continued ex-
icjamattons, witn griei at nis toss ana joy
your deliverance, xnasis saving mim.
In other words, what yoa believe with all
the heart aad believe in regard to your
self. Oa this hinge tarns my sermon;
aye, the salvation of your immortal soaL
You often go across a bridge yon
know nothing about. Yob do not know
who built the bridge; yoa do not know
what material it is made of, but yoa come
to It and walk over it aad ask no ques
tions. Aad hero is aa arched bridge
blasted from the '-Rock of Ages," aad
built by the architect of tho whole uni
verse, spanning the dark gulf between sia
and righteousness, aad all God asks yoa
is to walk across it; and yoa start, and
vou come to it, and you stop, aad you go
a little way oa aad yoa stop, and fall back
and you experiment. Yob say: "How do
I know that bridge will bold me?" instead
ot marching on with a firm step askiag no
questions, but feeling that tho strength of
the eternal God is under you.
Oh, was there over a prise proffered so
cheap as pardoa and Heaven are offered to
you? For bow much? A million dollars?
It Is certainly worth more than that. Bat
cheaper than that yoa can have it. Tea
thousand dollars? Less than that. Five
thousand dollars? Less than that. One
dollar? Less than that. One farthing?
Less than that. "Without money and
without price." No money to pay. No
journey to take. No penance to suffer.
Only just one decisive action of the soul.
"Believe oa the Lord Jesus Christ and
thou sbalt be saved." Shall I try to tell
yoa what it is to be saved? I can not tell
you. But I can hint at it. For my text
brings mi up to this point ''Thou shalt bo
saved." It means a happy life here, and
a peaceful death and a blissful eternity.
It is a grand thing to go to sleep at night
and to get up ia the morning, and to do
business all day feeling that it is all right
between my heart and God. No accident,
no sickness, no persecution, no peril, no
sword can do me any permanent damage.
I am a forgiven chd 1 of God, and He is
bound to see me through. The mountains
may depart, the earth may burn, the light
of the stars may be blown out by the
blast of the judgment huri icane; but life
and death, things present and things to
come, are mine. Yea. further than that
it means a peaceful death. Mrs. Hemans,
Mrs. Sigourney, Dr. Young, and almost
all the poets have said handsome things
about death. There is nothing beautiful
about it When wo stand by the
white and rigid features of those whom
we love, aad they give no answering
pressure of the hand and no return
ing kiss of the lip. we do not want any
body poetizing around about us. Death
is loathsomeness, and midnight, and the
wringing of the heart until the tendrils
snap and curl in the torture, unless Christ
shall be with me. I would rather go down
into a cave of wild beasts or a jungle of
reptiles than into the grave, unless Christ
goes with us. Will you tell me that 1 am
to be carried out from my bright home
and put away in the dnrkness? I can not
bear darkness. At the first coming of tho
evening I must have the gas lighted, and
the lurther on in life I get the more I like
to have my friends round about me.
And am I to be put off for thousands of
years in a dark place with no one to speak
to? When the holidays come and tho
gifts are distributed, shall I add no joy to
the Merry Christmas" or the "Happy
New Year?" Ah. do not point down to
the hole in the ground, the grave, and call
it a beautiful place. Unless there be some
supernatural illumination I shudder back
from it My whole nature revolts at it
But now this glorious lamp is lifted above
tho grave and all the darkness is gone and
the way is clear. I look into it now with
out a single shudder. Now my anxiety Is
not about death; my anxiety is that I
may live aright for I know that if my
life is consistent when I come to the
last hour and this voice is silent and
these eyes are closed and thes a hands with
with which I beg for your eternal salva
tion to-day are folded over the still heart,
that then I shall only begin to live. What
power is there in any thing to chill me the
last hour if Christ wraps around no the
skirt of His own garment? What darkness
can fall upon my eyelids then amid the
heavenly daybreak? O death. I will not
fear thee then. Back to thy cavern of
darkness, thou robber of all the earth.
Fly ! thou despoiler of families. With this
battle axe I hew thee in twain from he m?t
to sandal, the voice of Christ sounding all
over the earth and through the heavens:
"O Death. I will be thy plague. O Grave,
I wi:l bo ihy destruction."
To be saved is to wake up in the pres
ence of Christ You know wheu Jesas
was upon the earth bow happy He made
every bouse He went into, and when He
brings us up to His house in Heaven how
great will be our glee. His voice h as more
music in it than is to be heard in all the
oratorios of eternity.
Talk not about banks dasbed with efflor
escence. Jesus' is the chief bloom of
Heaven. We shall see the very face that
beamed sympathy in Bethany, and take
the very hand that dropped its blood from
the short beam of the cross. O ! I want to
stand in eternity with Him. Toward that
harbor I steer. Toward that goal I run.
I shall be satisfied when I awake in His
likeness.
O, broken-hearted men and women,
how sweet it wilt bo in that good land to
pour all your hardships and bereavements
and losses into the loving ear of Christ
and then have Him explain why it was.
best for you to be widowed, and why it
was best for you to be persecuted, and
why it was best for you to be tried, and
have Him point to an elevation propor
tionate to your disquietude, saying: "You
suffered with Me on earth, come up now
and be glorified with Me in Heaven."
Some one went into a bouse where thero
had been a good'deal of trouble, and said
to the woman there: "You seem to be
lonely." "Yes," she said, "I am lonely.1
"How many in the family?" "Only
myself." "Have you had any children?"
I had seven children;" "Where are
thev?" "All gone?" 'AIL" "All
dead?" "All." Then she breathed a
long sigh into the loneliness, and said:
"Oh, sir. I have been a good mother
to the grave." And so there are hearts
here that are utterly broken down by
the bereavement of life. I point you to
day to the eternal balm of Heaven. Are
there any here that I am missing this
morning? Ob, you poor watting matai
your heart's sorrow poured in no human
ear, lonely and sad! how glad you will be
when Christ shall disband all your sor
rows and crown you queen unto God and
the Lamb forever! Aged men and women,
fed by His love and warmed by His grace
for threo score years and tea! will not
your decrepitude chaBge tor tho leap of a
hart when yoa come to look face to face
upon Him whom having not seen you love?
Tbat will be the good shepherd, not out ia
the night and watching to keep off the
wolves, but with the lamb reclining ea
the sunlit hilL That will be the captain
of our salvation, not amid the roar and
crash aad boom of battle, bat amid his
disbanded troops keeping victorious
festivity. Tbat will be the bridegroom
of the Church coming front afar, the bride
leaning upon his arm, while ho looks dowa
iato her face aad says: "Behold, tboa art
fair, my love ! Behold, thou art fair.'
o s
English tourist (to American
friend) "No, cawn't sleep in your
Pullman coaches. Don't have such
stuffy things at home, ye know."
American friend "Of course not By
the time you would close your eyes
the train would be at the other end of
your eight-by-ten islaacL" Gol4sm
Days.
TRAVELING SALESMEN.
Their Annual Expanses Kquat to tho 3Ta
tloaal Debt.
The money used in a single year t
foot the salary and expense bills of th
travelingsalesmen of the United States
would pay off the entire National debt
and leave a few dollars over."
This rather startling1 statement was
made by a junior member of ono of the)
large dry goods houses of this city,
who has a force of about fifty travelers
under his immediate charge. As proof
of his assertion he presented those par
ticulars: "There is hardly a wholesale,
jobbing or commission house in any
line of business in the United States
that does not havo at least a single
traveling representative, and from one
lone man the traveling force ranges up
as high as 125 or 150 i&en. and there
may be ono or two houses with even
more. The average of the most relia
ble estimates places tho total number
of commercial tourists in this country
at 250.000; and. mind you. this docs
not moan peddlers, but only those who
sell goods at wholesale.
"The railroad fares, charges for
carrying sample baggago by freight or
express, hotel bills, and numerous in
cidental traveling expenses of these
men will range between $4 and 12 per
day, but some men will spend $25 in a
single day for these purposes without
resorting to any extravagance. Take,
for instance, some of the carpet, cloth
ing or fancy goods men who carry ten
to fifteen trunks full of samples, take a
packer with them, and hire a hotel
porter to display their goods whenever
they open their trunks. But the num
ber of these men is comparatively
small, and $6 a day will fairly repre
sent the average expenses of the 250.
000 men. There you have $1,500,000
per day for expenses, alone. Multiply
this by '365. and you have $647,500,000
as the amount expended in one year.
The item of salaries is nearly as
large. Few men are paid less than
$900 per year. The largest number re
ceive between $1,500 and $2,500.
cither iu salaries or commissions. A
lesser number are paid from $8,000 to
$5,000 those receiving the latter
amount being comparatively few. But
there are traveling salesmen who are
always in demand at $10,000 to $15,000
a year, but they are few and far be
tween. The lower salaried men pre
dominate, as might be supposed, and
an average of $1,800 per year is not
far out of the way. Figuring 250,000
men at an average salary of $1,800 per
year gives a total of $450,000,000 ac
cording to my arithmetic. To this add
$547,500,000 for expenses and you havo
$997,500,000 for these two items.
"But there are other items to be
charged against the salesmen's account
It is impossible to give any accurate es
mate of the cost of trunks, samples, and
other requisites of the traveling men.
but the items as we figure them in
store will give something to judge frt
Our fifty men require 150 trunks, cost
ing $8 each, or $1,200. These men re
quire two sets of samples yearly one
in the spring and one in tho fall. The
cost of these two sets of sample is
about $1,000 per man. Of this $50,000
worth of goods which are required for
samples every year a considerable por
tion is lost, while most of it is so soiled
and damaged by constant handling that
it has to be sold at a heavy reduction
from the actual costorelsegiven away.
To cover this depreciation we make an
allowance of 33$ percent, upon the cost
of samples, or about $17,000 per year.
Trunks do not need renewing every
year, but repairs and replacing lost
ones form quite an item of expense.
From these figures it is evident that the
similar expenses of greater or lesser
amount borne by every wholesale house
will swell the salary and traveling ex
pense item of $997,500,000 far beyond
11.000,000,000 peryear." Philadelphia
Record.
THE SAHARA DESERT.
Why It Is by No Means so Black aa It Is
Fainted.
The Sahara as a whole is not below
sea level; it is not the dry bed of a
recent ocean, and it is not as Hat as the
proverbial pancake all over. Part of
it, indeed, is very mountainous, and all
of it is more or less varied in level.
The Upper Sahara consists of a rocky
plateau, rising at times into consider
able peaks; the lower, to which it de
scends by a steep slope, is "a vast de
pression of clay and sand." but still for
the most part standing high above sea
level. 'o portion of the Upper Sahara
is less than 1,300 feet high a good deal
higher than Dartmoor or Derbyshire.
Most of the Lower reaches from 200 tc
SOO feet quite as elevated as Essex or
Leicester. The two spots below sea
level consist of the beds of ancient
lakes, now much shrunk by evapora
tion, owing to the present rainless con
dition of the country; the soil around
these is deep in gypsum, and the water
itself is considerably saltier than the
sea.
That, however, is always the case
with fresh-water lakes in their last
dotage, as American geologists have
amply proved in the great Salt Lake of
Utah. Movingsand undoubtedly covers
a large space in both divisions of the
desert, but, according to Sir Lambert
Playfair, our best modern authority on
the subject, it occupies not more than
one-third part of the entire Algerian
Sahara. Elsewhere rock, clay and
muddy lake are the prevailing features.
interspersed with not infrequent date
groves and villages, the product of
artesian wells or excavated spaces or
river oases. Even Sahara, in short, to
give it its due, is not by any means so
black as it's painted. Corahill Maga
zine. At an industrial establishment in
QuakertowB. Penn., a sign is post-d
reading as follows: "No loafing here
ataployet do enough."
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