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CATCHING A GEIZZLT.
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Return to Cmp
HE majority of
people who nave
caught or killed a
bear, Id relating
their adventure,
usually mix a cer
tain amount of
gore and gun
powder in to lend
tone to tueir nar
ratives and give
the public a great
impression in re
gard to their
JSJEsS3bH valor. I, for one,
u Jf vraHH'' to varnishing the
Mb VSnaaaW truth, and am
willing to admit
that I am a cow
ard, and though
not afraid ot the
cars, I would
have . been the
last person on earth to have thought
of catching a bear bad circumstances
cot forced inc to turn trapper. Now, as I
have frankly acknowledged my weakness,
I will ask tho indulgence of the reader, and
hope that I will not be censured for any
cowardice shown in the adventure I am
about to relate, which is as follows :
I was engaged, along with several others,
in putting up a telegraph line through a
wild part of Arizona Tho day of which I
am about to speak was our monthly pay
day, and after receiving our money one of
the boys Bill Johnson by name and my
self were detailed to go back on the line
about four miles to a deserted mining town
to put up somo wires that bad been blown
down.
Bill was a great gawk of a fellow who had
the reputation of being the biggest coward
in the gang, but as neither he nor I saw any
danger ahead, we took a little lunch in our
pockets and started out, thinking only of
the money in our pockets and tho glorious
"blow out" we would have when we reached
a town.
We arrived at our destination and soon
had our work completed, and were just about
to start for camp, when suddenly, not ten
yards from us, amonstrousgrizzlycame out
from among the bushes, and as soon as be
saw us gave chase.
Our only show was to reach a hut about a
hundred yards away, and both of us in
stinctively turned in that direction and ran
like deer.
I reached tho hut first and to my infinite
delight saw that it had a good solid door,
which was open.
I plunged in, grabbed the door and held
it ready to closo as soon as Bill could land
bis lanky form inside, but as soon as
turned around I saw that if he managed tc
I SLIMMED THE DOOR IS THE BEAU'S TACE.
uct in there would surely bo some part of
bis anatomy missing, as the bear was right
on his heels.
Just as he reached the threshold bruin
made a grab for the 'region of Bill's hip
pocket, and in an instant his lean form fell
on the dirt floor, while greenbacks and
silver dollars flew in all directions outside.
I slammed the door in tho bear's face,
and, dropping the slender latch into place,
braced myself against it and yelled for
Biil, who was feeling around to 'find how
much of his anatomy he had left outside, to
get a braco for the door.
He got up after satisfying himself that he
bad only lost his month's pay and the bull:
of the posterior portion of his nether gar
ments, and found a plank, with which we
soon had the door secured.
Tbo next trouble which stared us in the
face was the length of tho bear's patience
and the shortness of our supply of pro
visions. We bad both heard of bruin's sagacity,
staying qualities and ability to endure
hunger, and Bill, who was a veritable belly
god, began to turn blue at the prospect of
being deprived of three square meals a day
until we should either be rescued or die.
I tried to cheer him up, but it was a hope
less task, and I soon gave it up and com
menced to devise a means of escape.
About ten o'clock in the evening I hit
upon a scheme which I proceeded at once to
carry out
After lighting an old piece of candle,
which Bill insisted it would be wiser to save
for eating purposes, I proceeded to cut a
hole in the widest plank in tho door with my
knife.
Bilithnoghtthatlwas going crazy, but
when I unfolded my plan which was noth
ing less than the capture of tho brute he
agreed to assist, and casually mentioned
that ho might find his but month's pay, and
may be wo might get to camp in time for
breakfast.
In about two hours I had managed to cut
about a five-inch holo in the plank in spite
of the repeated interruptions of the grizzly
and was ready for business.
We both bad several pieces of wire hang
ing on our belts, and Bill had a large pair of
pincers which be used in cutting wire.
These, along with a pair of climbing irons,
were the weapons with which we were to
make bruin a prisoner.
The plan was to get him to poke his nose
through the hole, and then grab bis lower
jaw with the pincers, put the straight por
tion of tho climbing iron into his mouth
back of the tasks, and then wire his jawa so
slosely together tnat the teeth could not shp
arer. This scheme struck Bill as being ex
4incl7any,andtbo prospects of get
ting his J3 under the festal board at the
camp again put him In an excellent humor
and ready for tte fray.
The char.ee for actior. soon cane, for as
I held my band close to the hole, the bear
attempted to oizeit. and Bill closed the
pincers on hla jaw like aviso. I then put
the iron iamUce, and in five mmutes had
the :af arUtee taste so securely fastened as
xo si'.a Mcaya Impossible. He made a
Ttan-Attip to free huiuett, out
SlWP5
finding them of no avail along toward
morning he ceased his struggles, and Bill,
who was as good a sleeper as eater, con
cluded that it would be advisable to take a
snooze; accordingly he stretched himself
out on a plank in front of the door, and was
soon sound asleep. The excitement and ex
ertions of the night also had 'their effect on
me, and, after listening to Bill's snoring for
some time, I also fell asleep.
A crash and a blood-curdling yell awak
ened mo, and when I opened my eyes I saw
a sight at which I could cot refrain from
laughing. Tho door opened toward a cor
ner of tho cabin, and Bill, who evidently in
his sleep had kicked the brace from it, was
securely imprisoned in tho corner, with the
infuriated bear slamming tho door up
against him in a vaia attempt to either es
cape or finish amputating the big fellow's
pants. Bill was yelling as loud as his lungs
would permit, when, with a mighty effort,
the bear threw tho door off its hinges, and
made a break for the open air. To escape
was out of the question, as the ddor barred
his passage. Then, after a fciv futile at
tempts to get out, he commenced to circus
around in Bill's direction again, and the
poor fellow flew from ono corner to another
a few times, and then bolted for the door
way. Ho hovered around about a quarter of a
mile from the hut for some time, when I
finally induced him to return and hunt up
his last month's pay, and alter much coax
ing managed to get him to take hold of one
end of the door, while I took the other and
led our captive into camp. After we got
our prize out of tho hut we found very little
difficulty in leading him along, and when
wo finally landed in camp that afternoon
we were considered heroes, and the boss
sent a man to tho next town (about twenty
miles distant) with strict instructions not
to bring less than five gallons of the best.
Chicago Journal.
REMINDED OF HOME.
A Smell That Made a Chicago Girl Tfalnk
of Her Native City.
REAT SCOTT!" said
the Chicago girl, as
avenue,
"what a sleepy old
town your Washing
ton is!"
"Yes," murmured
the Washington girl,
who was strolling a
pace behind her vigor
ous guest. ".Yes.
H fri TfrarVy 11 dauiugiuu is tuiu
iiKfTK.llJ av nr..r. :. ...;
out not atui, ana w
think it very beautiful."
"Do you, now!" said the other, halting to
tako breath. "Why, the people hero just
puittcr along. They don't walk as we do in
Chicago. The street cars run as if they
were greased; there arc no carts or cobble
stones; there is no business, and the
streets are so wide they make me lone
some." "But, dear, look up the avenue," plead
ed tho soft-voiced Washington girl. "Could
anything be finer than that view of the
capital? Somehow, that great white dome,
whether bathed in tho golden light of morn
ing or the red flaino of sunset, or bared in
thewhito light of noon, is the stateliest
picture in the world. And there, too, noticu
the Washington monument ! With its sum
mit touched by the sunset, it is turned to a
grcatjcwcl of shifting opalescent tints.
See the rosy lights and transparent mists
that soften the outlines of this wonderful
shaft. Notice, too"
"Yes, yes, dear," shrilled the Chicago
girl, impatiently, "that's all fine enough,
but you ought to see the Chicago water
tower or the belfry of the Polk street
depot," and she sniffed disdainfully. Then
she keeps on sniffing, at first suspiciously,
then eagerly and at last delightedly.
"Oh! oh! what's that! Where does that
come from? Why, now, it seems I'm home,"
and the cow eager, wanderer in a strange
land darted in zig-zag lines in front of her
hostess, trying to locate the dear, but in
tangible reminder of home.
"Why, dear, I don't understand what
odor you mean. There is nothing here but
that dreadful sewer gas, where they are
tearing up the concrete."
"Well, that's it," smiled the other, de
lightedly; "that's what I mean; only, of
course, the smell here isn't any thing com
pared to Chicago," and the cow reconciled
visitor trotted along, her eager, yearning,
longing expression giving way to one of
dreamy retrospection. Washington Post.
A GREAT MISTAKE.
Bingly It was unfortunate your wife
should have opened that business letter.
You told me, too, that she never meddles
with your mail.
Bangly Sol did; but you made a great
mistake.
Bingly How was that?
Bangly You marked the letter "Per
sonal." Time.
AT XIAGABA.
Hons. Higlif (parachute aeronaut) Break
away there! They ain't ae tips am where
I'm goto f drop!rPuck.
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THE SECRETS OF HEAVEN.
Sermon by Rev. T. DeWitt Tal
mage Delivered at Athens.
What are Seeming Mysteries in the D
vine Economy tiod Will in Doe Time
Explain and Man Will Acknowl
edge Ills Wisdom.
Standing on ground made sacred by
the ministrations of Paul, the apostle,
Rov. T. DeWitt Talmage delivered tho
following sermon to the Athenians,
from the texts:
Eye hath not seen nor car heard. I. Cor
inthian, ii., 'J.
For now we see through a glass darkly.
L Corinthians, xlii., 2.
Both these sentences wero written by
tho most illustrious merely human be
ing the world ever saw, ono who walked
these streets, and preached from yonder
pile of rocks, Mars Hill. Though more
classic associations aro connected with
this city than with any other city under
tho sun, because her Socrates, and
Plato, and Aristotle, and Demosthenes,
and Pericles, and Herodotus, and Py
thagoras, and Xenophon, and Praxiteles
wrote or chiseled, or taught, or thun
dered, or sung, yet in my mind all those
men and their teachings were eclipsed
by Paul and the Gospel ho preached in
this " city and the near-by city of Cor
inth. Standing on tho old fortress
at Corinth, the Acro-Corinthus,
out from tho ruins at its
base aroso in my imagination the old
city just as Paul saw it. I have been
told that for splendor the world beholds
no such wonder to-day as that ancient
Corinth, standing on an isthmus washed
by two seas, the one bringing the com
merce of Europe, tho other sea bringing
the commerce of Asia. From her
wharves, in the construction of which
whole kingdoms bad been absorbed, war
galleys with threo banks of oars pushed
out and confounded the navy yards of
all the world. Huge-handed machinery,
such as modern invention can not equal,
lifted ships from the sea on one sido and
transported them on trucks across the
isthmus and set them down in tho sea
on the other side. The revenue officers
of the city went down through the olive
groves that lined the beach to collect a
tariff from all nations. The mirth of all
people sported in her isthmian games,
and the beauty of all lands sat in her
theaters, walked her porticos, and threw
Itself on the altar of her stupendous dis
sipations. Column, and statue, and temple be
wildered the beholder. There were
white marble fountains into which, from
apertures at the side, thero rushed wa
ters everywhere known for health-giving
qualities. Around these basics,
twisted into wreaths of stone, there were
all the beauties of sculpture and archi
tecture, while standing, as if to guard
the costly display, was a statue of Her
cules of burnished Corinthian brass.
Vases of terra cotta adorned the
cemeteries of the dead vase3 so
costly that Julius Caesar was not
satisfied until ho had captured them
for Koine. Armed officials, tho Corinth
arii, paced up and down to see that no
statue was defaced, no pedestal over
thrown, no bas-relief touched. From
tho edge of the city the hill held its
magnificent burdens of columns, and
towers, and temples (a thousand slaves
waiting at one shrine), and a citadel so
thoroughly impregnable that Gibraltar
is a heap of sand compared with it.
Amid all that strength and magnificence
Corinth stood and defied the world. Oh!
it was not to rustics who had never seen
any thing grand that Paul uttered one
of my texts. They had heard tho best
music that had come from tho best in
struments in all tho world; they had
heard songs floating from morning por
ticos and melting in ovening groves; they
had passed their whole lives among pict
ures, and sculpture, and architecture,
and Corinthian brass, which had been
molded and shaped until there was no
chariot wheel in which it had not sped,
and no tower in which it had not glit
tered, and no gateway that it had not
adorned.
Ah, it was a bold thing for Paul to
stand there amid all that and say: ''All
this is nothing. These sounds that
;omc from the Temple of Neptune are
not music compared with tho harmonies
of which I speak. These waters rush
ing in the basin of Pyrcne are not pure.
These statues of Bacchus and Mercury
aro not exquisite. Your citadel of Acro
Corinthus is not strong compared with
that which I offer to the poorest slave
that puts down his burden at the brazen
gate. You Corinthians think this is a
splendid city; you think you have
heard all sweet sounds and seen all
beautiful sights; but I tell you eye hath
not seen nor ear heard, neither have en
tered into the heart of man, the things
which God hath prepared for them that
lovo Him.". Indeed, both my texts, the
one spoken by Paul and the one written
by Paul, show us that we have very im
perfect eyesight, and that our day of
vision is yet to come: For now we see
through a glass darkly, but then face to
face.
So Paul takes the responsibility of
saying that the Biblo is an indistinct
mirror, and that its mission shall bo
finally suspended. I think there may
be one Bible in Heaven fastened to the
throne. Just as now, in a museum, we
have i lamp exhumed from Herculane
um or Nineveh, and we look at it with
great interest and say: "How poor a
light it must have given compared with
our modern lamps." So I think that
this Bible, which was a lamp to our feet
in this world, may lio near tho throne
of God, exciting our interest to all eter
nity by tho contrast between its com
paratively feeble light and the illumina
tion of Heaven. The Bible, now, is the
scaffolding to tho rising temple, but
when the building is done there will bo
no use for the scaffolding. The idea I
shall develop to-day is, that in this
world our knowledge is comparatively
dim and unsatisfactory, but neverthe
less is introductory to grander and mqre
complete vision. This is eminently
true in regard to our view of God. Wo
hear so much about God that we con
clude that we understand Him. He is
represented as having the tenderness of
a father, the firmness of a judge, the
pomp of a Kiag and the love of a moth
er. Wo hear about Him, talk about
Him, writo about Him. Wo lisp His
name in infancy, and it trembles on the
tongue of tho octogenarian. We think
that we know very much about Him.
Take tho attributo of mercy. Do we
understand it? The Bible blossoms all
over with that word mercy. It speaks
again and again of tho tender mercies
of God; of the suro mercies; of the great
mercies; of thu mercy thatendurcth for
ever; of the multitude of His mercies.
And yet I know that the views we have
of this great Being are most indefinite,
one-sided and incomplete. When, at
death, the gates shall fly open, and we
shall look directly upon Him, how new
and surprising! Wo see upon canvas a
picture of the morning. We study tho
cloud in tho sky, tho dew upon tho grass
and the husbandman on tho way to the
field. Beautiful picture of the morn
ing! But wo rise at daybreak, and go
upon a hill to see for ourselves that
which was represented to us. While we
look, tho mountains aro transfigured.
The burnished gates of Heaven swing
open and shut to let pass a host of fiery
splendors. Tho clouds aro all abloom
and hang pendent from arbors of ala
baster and amethyst. The waters make
pathway of inlaid pearl for the light to
walk upon; and there is morning on the
sea. Tho crags uncover their scarred
visage: and there is morning among the
mountains. Now you go home and how
tame your picture of the morning seems
in contrast! Greater than that shall be
the contrast between this Scriptural
view of God and that which wo shall
have when standing face to face. This
is a picture of the morning: that will bo
the morning itself.
Again: My texts aro true of the
Saviour's cxcelence. By image, and
sweet rhythm of expression, and start
ling antitheses, Christ is set forth His
"love, His compassion, His work. His
life, His death, His resurrection. We
are challenged to measure it, to compute
it, to weigh it. In tho hour of our
broken cnthrallmeni; we mount up into
high experience of His love, and shout
until the countenanco glows, and the
blood bounds, and the whole nature is
exhilarated:
"I have found Him!''
And yet it is through a glass, darkly.
We see not half of that compassionate
face. We feel not half the warm th of
that loving heart. We wait for death
to let us rush into His outspread arms.
Then wo shall bo face to face. Not
shadow then, but substance. Not hope
then, but the fulfilling of all prefigurc
ment. That will be a magnificent un
folding. The rushing out in view of all
hidden cxcelency: tho coming again of
a long-absent Jesus to meet us not in
rags, and in penury, and death, but
amidst a light, and pomp, and outburst
ing joy such as none but a glorified in
telligence could experience. Oh! to
gaze full upon the brow that was lacer
ated, upon the side that was pierced,
upon the feet that were nailed; to stand
close up in the presence of Him who
prayed for us on tho mountain, and
thought of us by the sea, and agonized
for us in the garden, and died for us in
horrible crucifixion; to feel of Him, to
embrace Him, to take His hand, to kiss
His feet, to run our fingers along the
scars of ancient suffering, to say:
"This is my Jesus! He gave Himself
for me. I shall nover leave His pres
ence. I shall forever behold His glory.
I shall eternally hear His voice. Lord
Jesus, now I see Thee! I behold where
the blood started, where the tears
coursed, where the face was distorted. I
have waited for this hour. I shall never
turn my back on Thee. No more look
ing through imperfect glasses. No
more studying Thee in the darkness.
But as long as this throne stands, and
this everlasting river flows, and those
garlands bloom, and these arches of
victory remain to greet home Heaven's
conquerors, so long I shall see Thee,
Jesus of my choice, Jesus of my song,
Jesus of my triumph, forever and for
ever face to face!''
The idea of my texts is just as true
when applied to God's providence. Who
has not come to somo pass in life thor
oughly inexplicable? You say:
"What does this mean? What is God
going to do with me now? He tells me
that all things work together for good.
This does not look like it."
You continue to study the dispensa
tion, and after awhile guess about what
God means.
"He means to teach mo this. I think
He means to teach mo that. Perhaps it
is to humble my pride. Perhaps it is to
make me feel more dependent. Perhaps
to teach me the uncertainty of life."
But, after all, it is only a guess a look
ing through the glass, darkly. .
The Bible assures us thero shall be a
satisfactory unfolding.
"What I do thou knowest not now,
but thou shalt know hereafter."
You will know why God took to Him
self that only child. Next door there
was a household of seven children.
Why not take one from that group, in
stead of your only one? Why single out
tho dwelling in which thero was only
one heart beating responsive to yours?
Why did God give you a child at all, if
He meant to take it away? Why fill the
cup of your gladness brimming, if He
meant to dash it down"? Why allow all
the tendrils of your heart to wind around
that object, and then, when every fiber
of your own life seemed to be inter
locked with tho child's life, with strong
hand to tear you apart, until you fall
bleeding and crushed, your dwelling
desolate, your hopes blasted, your heart
broken? Do you suppose that God will
explain that? Yea. He wUl make it
plainer than any mathematical problem
as plain as that two and two make
four. In tho light of the throne you
will see that it was right all right.
"Just and true are all Thy ways Thou
King of saints!" Here is a man whocan
not get on in the world. He alwaysseems
to buy at the wrong time and sell at the
worst disadvantage. He tries this en
terprise, and fails; that business, and is
di appointed. The next door to him has
a lucrativo trade; but ho lacks custo
mers. A new prospect opens. His in
come is increased. But that year his
family are sick, and the profits are ex
pended in trying to cure the ailments.
Ho gets a discourged look. Becomes
faithless as to success. Begins to ex
pect disasters. Other wat for some
thing to turn up; ho waits for it to turn
down. Others, with only half as much
education and character, get on twice
as well. Ho sometimes guesses as to
what it all means. He says:
"Perhaps riches would spoil me.
Perhaps poverty is necessary to keep
me humble. Perhaps I might, if things
were otherwise, be tempted into dissi
pation." But thero is no complete solu
tion to the mystery. He sees through a
glass darkly, and must wait for a higher
unfolding. Will there bo an explana
tion? Yes: God will take that man in
the light of the throne and say: "Child,
immortal, here tho explanation! You
remember the failing of that great en
terprise. This is the explanation."
And you will answer: "It is all
right!"
I see every day profound mysteries of
Providence. There is no question wo
ask of tener than Why? There aro hun
dreds of graves that need to bo ex
plained. Hospitals for the blind and
lame, asylums for tho idiotic and in
sane, almshouses for tho destitute and
a world of pain and misfortune that de
mand moro than human solution. Ah!
God will clear it all up. In the light
that pours from tho throne no dark
mystery can live. Things now utterly
inscrutable will be illumined as plainly
i as though tho answer was written on
I the jasper wall or sounded in the tem
I pie anthem. Bartimeus will thank (Soil
j that he was blind; and Lazarus that he
was covered with sores; and Joseph that
ho was cast into tho pit: and Daniel
that ho was denned with lions: and Paul
that ho was humpbacked: and David
that he was driven from Jerusalem; and
and the sewing woman that she could
get only a few pence for making a gar
ment; and that invalid that for twenty
years he could not lift his head from
the pillow; and that widow that she, had
such bard work to earn bread for her
children. You know that in a song dif
ferent voices carry different parts. Tho
sweet and overwhelming part of tho
hallelujah of Heaven will not be earricd
by those who rode in high places and
and give sumptuous entertainments, but
pauper children will sing it, beggars
will sing it, redeemed hod carriers will
sing it, those who were once the offscour
ing of earth will sing it. The hallelu
jah will be all tho grander for earth's
weeping eyes, and aching heads, and
exhausted hands, and scourged backs,
and martyred agonies.
Again: The thought of my text is
true when applied to tho enjoyment of
the righteous in Heaven. I think we
have but little idea of the number of the
righteous in Heaven. Infidels say:
"Your Heaven will be a very small
place compared with the world of the
lost; for, according to yourteaching. the
majority of men will be destroyed." I
deny the charge. I supposo that the
multitude of the finally lost, as com
pared with tho multitude of the finally
saved, will be a handful. I suppose
that the few sick people in the hospitals
of our great cities, as compared with the
hundreds of thousands of well people,
would not be smaller than the number
of those who shall be cast out in suffer
ing, compared with those who shall have
upon them the health of Heaven. For
we are to remember that we are living in
only the beginning of the Christian dis
pensation, and that this whole world is
to be populated redeemed, and that ages
of light and love arc to flow on. If this
be so, the multitudes of tho saved will
lie in vast majority.
Take all the congregations that have
assembled for worship throughout Chris
tendom. Put them together, and they
would make but a small audience com
pared with the thousands and tens of
thousands, and ten thousand times ten
thousand, and the hundred and forty
and four thousand that shall stand
around tho throne. Those flashed up to
Heaven in martj'r fires; those tossed for
many years upon the invalid couch:
those fought in tho armies of liberty,
and rose as they fell; those tumbled
from high scaffoldings, or slipped from
the mast, or wero washed off into the
sea. They came up from Corinth, from
Laodicea, from the Red Sea bank and
Gennesarefs wave, from Egyptian brick
yards and Gideon's threshing floor.
Those thousands of years ago slept the
last sleep, and these are this moment
having their eyes closed, and their
limbs stretched out for the scpulcher.
A General, expecting an attack from
the enemy, stands on the hill and looks
through a field-glass and sees in tho
great distance multitudes approaching,
but has no idea of their numbers. He
says: "I can not tell any thing about
them. I merely know that thero aro a
great number." And so John, without
attempting to count, says: "A great
multitude that no man can number."
We aro told that Heaven is a
place of happiness; but what do
we know about happiness? Happi
ness in this world is only a half-fledged
thing: a flowery path, with a serpent
hissing across it; a broken pitcher, from
which the water was dropped before wo
could drink it; a thrill of exhilaration,
followed by disastrous reactions. To
help understand tho joy of Heaven, the
Bible takes us to a river. We stand on
tho grassy bank. We see tho waters
flow on with ceaseless wave. But the
filth of the cities is emptied into it, and
the banks are torn, and unhealthy ex
halations spring up from it, and we
fail to get an idea of the River of Life
in Heaven.
We get very imperfect ideas of the re
unions of Heaven. We think of some
festal day on earth, when father and
mother were yet living, and tho chil
dren come home. A good time, that!
But it had this drawback all were not
there. That brother went off to sea,
and never was heard from. That sister
did we not lay her away in tho fresh
ness of her young life, never more in
this world to look upon her? Ah!
there was a skeleton at the feast; and
tears mingled with our laughter on
that Christmas Day. Not so with
Heaven's reunions. It will be an uninter
rupted gladness. Many a Christian par
ent will look around and find all his
children there. "Ab!" he says, "can it
be possible that we are all here life's
perils over, the Jordan passed and not
one wanting? Why, even the prodigal is
here. I almost gave him up- How long
he desnised mv counsels! But grace hath
triumphed. All hero! AU here! TeU
the mighty joy through the city. Let
the bells ring. :nd the angels mention
it in their song. Wave it from the top
of tho wall. All here!"
No moro breaking of heart strings,
but face to face. The orphans that were
left poor, and in a merciless world,
kicked and cuffed of many hardships,
shall join their parents over whoso
graves they so long wept, and gaze into
their glorified countenance forever, faew
to face. We may come up from different
parts of the world, ono from the land
and another from the depths of tho soa;
from lives affluent and prosperous, or
from scenes of ragged distress: but wo
shall all meet in rapture and jubilee,
face to face.
Many of our friends have entered up
on that joy. A few 'days ago they .sat
with us studying these Gospel themes;
but they only saw dimly now revela
tion hath. come. Your time will aNn
come. God will not leave you flounder
ing in the darkness. You stand won
derstruck and amazed. You feel as if
all the loveliness of life wero dashed
out. You stand gazing into the open
chasm of tho grave. Wait a little.
In tho presence of your depart
ed and of Him who carries them
in His bosom, you shall soon stand face
to face. Oh! that our last hour may
kindle up with this promised joy! May
we be able to say, like the Christian not
long ago, departing: "Though a pilgrim
walking through the vallej, the mount
ain tops are gleaming from peak to
peak." or, like my dear friend and
brother, Alfred Cookman. who took hi--flight
to the throne of God. saying in
his last moment that which has already
gone into Christian classics: "I an
sweeping through tho pearly gate.
wahed in the blood of the Lamb'."
UNTIDINESS AND RUIN.
In Nino Canes Out of Ten They Go II:ind
In Hand.
Whether it is that untidiness leads to
ruin or that a manufacturer who is los
ing money has not the moral stamina to
keep things in trim, thrifty shape, is a
hard matter to determine, but true it i.s
that untidiness in tho shop and office
and ruin are such closo friends that
they are ordinarily seen together, and
the sight of one suggests tho other. Wo
have often seen men of raro industry,
judged by. their hustling manner, who
would spend much time each day look
ing for tools they had forgotten where
they left, stumbling over piles of stray
castings left under the lathe or piled on
or under the bench, or pawing those cast
ings over for a piece somewhere in this
pile or that when it ought to be in a
place by itself, going from tool to tool or
bench to bench to find or borro. a drill
or wrench or hammer or blwrk. when
thero should be just one place to find tho
desired article. And when tho articles
are found he never thinks of returning
them to their proper place. In fact thero
I will be no "proper place" for tools in
such a shop, and the next man who
wants them will go on the same hunt
ing expedition about tho shop. Such a
shop will always have black and dirty
walls and ceiling, with windows splat
tered with dirt and decorated, with cob
webs, notwithstanding that tho light is
so bad that careful work is rendered im
possible or tedious of accomplishment,
when a few cents worth of lime and a
brush would whiten the walls and ceil
ing and greatly improve tho light, and
so expedite and improve tho work.
Money and time are lost and ruin in
vited by a neglect of these tilings.
But the greatest loss experienced by
this deplorable and needless state of
things is the morale of the shop. Work
men compelled to work in a dingy, ill
kept and ill-lighted shop will suffer loss
of ingenuity, loss of ambition. loss of
self-respect and respect for their em
ployer and his interests. If they aro
forced to work at disadvantage the stim
ulus to activity and ingenuity suffers a
gradual decay, and no ono will pretend
to deny that this decadence on the part
of tho workman is not a direct money
loss to tho proprietor.
Tidy workshops stimulate manliness
and ingenuity on the part of workmen,
and right there may be found the profit
on the year's business, or if neglected,
the year's losses. There are plenty es
tablishments. East as well as West,
which, by a careful attention to theso
matters, which they regard in fact as
non-essential, could easily increase the
efficiency of their workmen ten percent.,
and that per cent, would determine the
difference between a profit and a loss.
Age of SteeL
Some Cur loan Hindoo Notion.
A curious light is thrown on the rural
life of Bengal by tho contents of a pa
per reprinted lately in the annual re
port of tho Bombay Anthropological
Society. From this paper we aro told
the following among other things:
Shouting the name of the king of birds
(Garuda) drives away snakes. Cholera
that attacks on Monday or Saturday
ends fatally, but not cholera that at
tacks on Thursday. Tho flowering of
bamboos augurs famine. In fanning, if
the fan strikes tho body it should ho
thrice knocked airainst the ground.
When giving alms tho giver and re
ceiver should not bo standing on differ
ent sides of the threshold. If a snake
is killed it should be burned, for it is a
Brahman. At night tho words "snake
and "tiger" should not bo used; call
them creepers and insects. Do not
wake up a sleeping physician. A morn
'ng dream always comes to pass. Iron is
a charm against ghosts. A black cat with
a white face is very auspicious.
Ornaments of Roman Women.
The favorite ornament of the Roman
beauty was undoubtedly the bodkia, tho
pin long and pointed, widening at the
top and carved with the figure of Fortu
na or somo other favorite goddess. It
was occasionally arranged to contain
poison and put to tragic uses, or an
swered the more ignoble purpose of a
weapon to torture tho slaves who assist
ed at the difficult function of the toilet.
To prepare the hair and skillfully blend
the false with the true, a variety of
ivory and bone combs were employed, as
well as the discerniculum, a pointed
instrument to make a parting straight
enough to satisfy the exacting object of
all these attentions. Domestic Monthly.
WnEKBlaw ends,
Earl of Chatham.
tyranny begins.
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