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OBLIVION'S DEFEATS.
REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES A SER
MON OF CONSOLING INFLUENCE.
Today and Ono Itut'.tlreil Yeurj Criu-i Now.
The Necomlty of Dentil nml Ilccuj Time
Is 1'ast, niul It I mi i:wrliitln;;Nmi.
BnooKi.YN, Nov. 12.-Rcv. Dr. Tal
mago today nruticlicd a Rorinon of uitiisu
nl uiul inrvelou3coiisoliitioiitotliu usual
throngs after they luul ming:
Thcro Is no sorrow that hciucn Ciintwt iMirc.
Tho subject was "Oblivion anil Its De
feats." Tho texts selected were Job xxl v,
20, "IIo shall bo no moro remembered,"
and Psalms exit, 0, "The righteous bhall
bo In overlastinj,' remembrance."
"Oblivion and Its Defeats" is my sub
ject today. There is an old monster that
swallows dowu every thing. It crunches
Individuals, families, communities,
btatcs, nations, continents, hemispheres,
worlds. Its diet is mado up of years, of
centuries, of cycles, of millenniums, of
cons. That monster is called by Noah
Wobstcr and all tho other dictionarians
oblivion. It is a hteep down which ev
erything rolto. It is iv conflagration in
which everything is consumed. It is ji
dirgo in which nil orchestras play and a
period at which everything stops. It is
tho cemetery of tho human race. It is
the domain of forgetfulnc6S. Oblivion!
At times it throws a shadow over all of
us, and I would not pronounco it today
if I did not como armed in tho strength
of tho eternal God on your behalf to at
tack it, to rout it, to demolish it.
oiu.ivio.n!3 worn:.
Why, just look at tho way tho families
of tho earth disappear! For nwhilo they
aro together, inseparable nnd to each
other indispensable, and then they part.
Somo by marriage, going to establish
other homes, and somo leave this life,
and n century is long enough to plant n
family, develop it, prosper it and obliter
ate it. 60 the generations vanish.
Walk up ttroadway, New York; Stato
street, Boston; Chestnut street, Phila
delphia; Tho Strand, London; Princess
Btrcot,Edinburgh;ChampsElysees,Paris;
Untcr den Linden, Berlin, and you will
meet in this year 1893 not 0110 person
who walked thero in tho year 1703. What
ingulfmontl All tho ordinary efforts at
perpetuation aro dead failures. Walter
Scott's "Old Mortality" may go round
with his chisel to recut tho faded epi
taplw on tombstones, but Old Oblivion
has n quicker chisel with which ho can
cut out a thousand epitaphs whilo "Old
Mortality" is cutting in ono epitaph.
Wholo libraries of biographies devoured
of bookworms or unread of tho rising
generations.
All tho signs of tho stores and ware
houses of great firms havo changed, un
less tho grandsons think that it is nn ad
vantage to keep tho old sign up becauso
tho name of tho ancestor was moro com
mendatory than tho niuno of tho descend
ant. Tho city of Romo Mauds today,
but dig down deep enough and you como
to another Rome, buried, nnd go down
still farther nnd you will find n third
Home.
Jerusalem stands today, but dig down
doep enough and you will find a Jerusa
lem underneath, nnd go on and deeper
dowu n third Jerusalem. Alexandria
on tho top of nn Alexandria, nnd tho
second on tho top of tho third. Many of
tho ancient cities aro buried 5J0 feet
deep, or CO feet deep, or 100 feet deep.
What was tho matter? Any special ca
lamity? No. Tho winds and waves and
sands and flying dust aro all undertakers
and gravediggers, and if tho world stands
long enough tho present Brooklyn nnd
Now York nnd London will havo on top
of them other Erookl yns nnd Now Yorks
nnd Londons, nnd only nf ter digging and
boring and blasting will tho arcmcolo
gist of far distant centuries como down
as far as tho highest spires and domes
and turrets of our present American and
European cities.
Call tho roll of tho armies of Baldwin
I, or of Charles Mnrtel, or of Marlbor
ough, or of Mithridatcs, or of Princo
Frederick, or of Cortez, nnd not ono
nnswer will you bear. Stand them in
lino and call tho roll of tho 1,000,000
men iu tho army of Thebes. Not ono
nnswer. Stand them iu lino, tho 1,700,
000 infantry nnd tho 200,000 cavalry of
tho Assyrian army under Ninus, and call
the roll. Not ono nnswer. Stand iu lino
tho 1,000,000 men of Sesostris, tho 1,200,
000 men of Artaxcrxcs at Cuuaxa, tho
2,011,000 men under Xerxes at Ther
mopylae, and call tho long roll. Not ono
answer.
At tho opening of our civil war tho
men of tho northern nnd southern armies
wcro told that if they fell in battle their
names would nover bo forgotten by their
country. Out of tho million men who
fell in battlo or died in military hospi
tals you cannot call tho names of 1,000,
nor tho names of COO, nor tho names of
100, nor tho names of 00. Oblivion! Aro
tho feet of tho dancers who wcro at U 10 ball
of tho Duchoss of Richmond ut Brussels
tho night beforo Waterloo all still? All
still. Aro nil tho ears that heaid tho
guns of Bunker Hill all deaf? All deaf.
Aro tho oyes that saw tho coronation of
Oeorgo III nil closed? All closed. Obliv
ion! A hundred years from now thcro
will not bo 11 being on this earth that
know wo ever lived.
WELCOMU TO HIS SlttAU
Iu somo old family record a descend
ant studying up tho ancestral lino may
spell out our namo, nnd from tho nearly
fa0o4 ink, with great effort, find that
nomo person of our namo was born bome
whero between 1810 and 1&D0, but they
will know no moro about us than wo know
rtbout tho color of a child's eyes born last
night in a villugo iu Patagonia. Tell mo
something about your great-grandfather.
What wero his features? What did ho
do? What year was ho born? What year
did ho die? And your great-grandmother?
Will you describo tho stylo of tho hat
that she wore, and how did who and your
great-grandfather get on in each other's
companlonbhip? Was it March weather
or Juno?
Oblivion! That mountain surgo rolls
over overy thing. Even tho pyramids aro
dyinz. Not a day passes but thero is
chiseled off a chip of tliut fcTaulte. The
6ca is tiiumphing over tho land, nnd
what is golmr on at Coney Ilaud is go-'
ing on 11 around tho world, and tbi con
tinents aro crumbling into thovnvesJ.
Aud whilo this is tr.insptiing 0:1 tho out
side of tho world tho hot chisel of tlioin
ternal ire li digging under tho founda
tion of tho (Mith aud cutting its way oit
towr.rd tlio surface.
It surprises me to hear pcoplo say they
do not think the world will finally bo
burned up, when all scientists will tell
you that it has for ages been on fire.
Why, thero is only a crust between us
and the furnaces insido raging to get
out. Oblivion! Tho world itself will
roll Into it as easily as n schoolboy's In
dia rubber lull rolls down n hill, and
when our world goes it is so Intel locked
by tho law of gravitation with other ,
worlds that they will go, too, and so far j
from havingour memory perpetuated by ,
a monument of Aberdeen granite in this
world, thero is no world In Bight of our
strongest telescopo that will bo 11 suro
pediment for any slab of commemora
tion of tho fact that wo over lived or
died at all. Our earth Is struck with
death. Tho nxletrco of tho constella
tions will break and let down tho popu
lations of other worlds. Stellar, lunar,
solar mortality. Oblivion! It can swal
low and will swallow wholo galaxies of
worlds as easily as 11 crocodllo takes
down a frog.
Yet oblivion does not removo or swal
low anything that had better not bo re
moved or swnllowed. Tho old monster
is welcome to liis meal. This world
would long ago havo been overcrowded
if it had not been for tho merciful remov
al of nations nnd generations. What if
all tho books bad lived that wero over
written and printed and published? Tho
libraries would by their immensity huvo
obstructed intelligence nnd made all re
search impossible. Tho fatal epidemic of
books was n merciful epidemic.
Many of tho stato nnd national libra
ries today aro only morgues in which
dead books aro waiting for some ono to
como nnd recognizo them. What If all
tho people that had been born wero still
alive? Wo wonld havo been elbowed by
our ancestors of ten centuries ago, and
peoplo who ought to havo said their last
word 3,000 years ago would snarl at us,
saying, "What nro you doing hero?"
Thcro would havo been no room to turn
around. Soma of tho past generations of
mankind wero not worth remembering.
Tho first useful thing that many peoplo
did was to dio their cradle a misfortune
and their grnvo a boon.
This world was hardly n comfortablo
placo to livo in beforo tho middle of tho
last century. So many things have como
into tho world that wero not fit to stay
in wo ought to bo glad they wero put
out. Tho waters of Lethe, tho fountain
of forgetfulness, nro a healthful draft.
Tho history wo havo of the world in ages
past is nlwuys ono sided nnd cannot bo
depended on. History is fiction illus
trated by n few straggling facts. In all
tho Pantheon tho weakest goddess is
Clio, tho goddess of history, and instead
of being represented by sculptors as
holding 11 scroll might better bo repre
sented ns limping on crutches.
Faithful bibtory is tho saving of a few
things out of moro things lost. Tho im
mortality that conies from pomp of ob
bequies or granitoHlinftor building named
after its founder or pago of recognition
in somo encyclopedia is nn immortality
unworthy of ono's ambition, for it will
nil ccaso aud is no immortality at all.
Oblivion! A hundred years. But whilo
I recognizo this universal submergenco
of things earthly, who wants to bo for
gotten? Not ono of us.
Absent for a few weeks or months
from homo, it cheers us to know that wo
nro remembered there. It is a phraso wo
liave all pronounced, "I hope youmibfeod
me." Meeting somo friends from whom
wo havo been parted many years, wo in
quire, "Did you ever see 1110 before?" and
they say "Yes," and call us byname, and
wo feel ft delightful sensation thrilling
through their hand into our In 41, and
running up from elbow to 8houli.Tr, and
thon parting, tho ono current of delight
nsconding to tho brow and tho other de
scending to tho foot, moving round nnd
round in concentric circles until overy
nervo nnd musclo and capacity of body
aud mind and soul is permeated with de
light. A few days ago, visiting tho plnco of
my boyhood, I met ono whom I had not
seen sincowo played together nt 10 years
of age, and I had peculiar plcusuro iu
puzzling him ft little as to who I was,
aud I can hardly describo tho sensation
as after nwhilo ho mumbled out: "Let
mo see. Yes, you nro Do Witt." Wo all
liko to bo remembered.
Now, I havo to tell you that this obliv
ion of which I havo spoken has its de
feats, and that thcro is no moro reason
why wo should not bo distinctly and viv
idly and gloriously remembered fivo
hundred million billion trillion quadril
lion qulntillion years from now than
that wo should bo remembered six weeks.
I am going to tell you how tho thing can
bo dono and will bo done.
BOSIUTIIINQ THAT CANNOT UK ITFACED.
Wo may build this "everlasting ro-
mombrance," as my text styles it, into
tho supernal existenco of thoso to whom
wo do kindnesses iu this world. You
must remember that this infirm and
treacherous faculty which wo now call
memory Is in tho future Btato to bo com
plete nnd perfect. "Everlasting remem
brancer Is ot lung will slip tho stout
grip of that celestial faculty. Did you
help a widow pay her rent? Did you find
for that man released from prison n placo
to get honest work? Did you pick up n
child fallen on tho curbstone, and by a
stick of candy put in his baud stop tho
hurt on his scratched knee? Did you as
suro ft business man, swamped by tho
stringency of tho money market, that
times after uwhilo would bo better?
Did you lead a Magdalen of tho street
into a midnight mUsion, where tho Lord
said to her, "Neither do I condemn thee;
go and bin no more?" Did you tell 11
man, clear discouraged in bis wayward
nets aud hopeless aud plotting suicido,
that for him was near by a laver in
which ho might wash and a coronet of
eternal blessedness ho might wear? What
J aro epitaphs iu graveyards, what aro
j eulogiuins In presence of thoso whoso
breath Is in their nostrils, what nro mi
read biographies iu tho nk'oves of 11 city
library, eomnarod wit'.i t' 0 luipuMiab'o
records j ou havo mado i 1 tho illumi.iid
memoricj t f thoio to wh 111 you did Mich
kludiicbiis? Forget thensf They cannot
forget them.
Notwithstanding nil their might and
splendor, thero lire somo things the gloil
fled of heaven cannot do, and this is ono
of them. They cannot forget an earthly
kindness done. They havo no cutlass to
part that cable. They havo no strength
to hurl Into oblivion that benefaction.
Has Paul forgotten tho Inhabitants of
Malta, who extended tho island hospital
ity when ho and other. with him had
felt, lidded to a shipwreck, I ho drenching '
rain and tho sharpcolil? Has the victim
of tho highwayman on tho road to Jeri
cho forgotten tho Good Samaritan with
11 medicament of oil aud wino nnd a fieo
ride to tho hostelry? Have tho English I
soldiers who went up to God from tho
Crimean battlefields forgotten Florence
Nightingale?
Through nil eternity will tho north
ern and southern soldiers forget tho
northern nnd southern women who nil-
ministered to tho dying boys In bluonnd ,
gray arter tho awful fights in Tennesseo
nnd Pennsylvania and Virginia and
Georgia, which turned every houso and
bam and shed into 11 hospital aud iucar
nadinodthoSuhquehanna, aud tho James,
nnd the Chattahoochee, and the Savannah
with bravo blood? Tho kindnesses you
do to others will stnud as long iu tho ap
preciation of others ns tho gates of heav
en will btaud, as tho "Houso of Many
Mansions" will stand, as long as tho
throno of God will stand.
ciiAitACTiut is i:ti:rnal.
Another defeat of oblivion will bo
found iu tho character of those whom wo
rescue, uplift or save. Character is eter
nal. Supposo by 11 right iufluenco wo
aid iu transforming a bad mau into a
good man, a dolorous man into a happy
man, a disheartened man into n cour
ageous mau overy stroko of that work
dono will bo immortalized. Thero may
never bo so much as ono lino iu 11 news
paper regarding it, or no mortal tonguo
may ever whisper it into human ear, but
wherever that soul shall go your work
upon it shall go, wherever that soul rises
your work on it will rise, and so long ns
that soul will last your work ou it will
last.
Do you supposo thero will over como
such an idiotio lnpso iu tho history of
that soul iu heaven that it shall forget
that you invited him to Christ; that you
by prayer or gospel word turned him
round from tho wrong way to tho right
way? No such insanity will over sinito a
heavenly citizen. It is not half as well
known on earth that Christopher Wren
planned and built St. Paul's as it will bo
known iu all heaven that you wero tho
instrumentality of building u temple for
tho sky.
Wo teach ft Sabbath class, or put a
Christian tract in tho hand of n passerby,
or testify for Christ iu a prayer meeting,
or preach 11 sermon and go homo dis
couraged, as though nothing had been ac
complished, when wo had been character
building with a material that no frost or
earthquake or rolling of tho centuries can
dnmngo or bring down.
Thero is no biibliiner nrt on earth than
nrchitccture. With pencil and rulo nnd
compass, tho architect sits down nlono
nnd in bilence, and evolves from his own
brain a cathedral, orn national capitol, or
a massivo homo beforo ho leaves that ta
ble, and then ho goes out aud unrolls his
plans, and calls carpenters and masons
and artisans of all sorts to execute his
design, and when it is finished ho walks
around tho vast structuio, and sees tho
completion of tho work with high satis
faction, and ou a stone at some corner
of tho building tho architect's name may
bo chiseled.
But tho storms do their work, nnd
time, that takes down everything, wHl
yettnko down that structure, until there
Bhall not bo ono stouo left upon nnother.
But thero is a soul in heaven. Through
your instrumentality it was put there.
Under God's grnco you aro tho nrchitect
of its eternal happiness. Your namo is
written, not on ono corner of its nnture,
but inwrought into its overy fiber nnd
energy. Will tho storms of winter wash
out tho story of what you havo wrought
upon that spiritual structure? No. Thero
aro no storms iu that land, nnd thero is no
winter. Will tlmo wear out tho inscrip
tion which shows your fidelity? No. Tiuio
is past, nnd it is an everlasting now. Built
into tho foundation of that impcrishablo
structure, built into its pillars, built Into
Its capstono, is your namo either tho
name you havo on earth or tho namo by
which celestials shnll call you.
1 know tho Bible says iu ono place that
God is a jealous God, but that refers to
tho work of thoso who worship somo oth
er god. A truo father is not jealous of
his child. With what gleo you show tho
plcturo your child penciled, or n toy ship
your child hewed out, or recito tho noblo
deed your child accomplished. And God
nevor was jealous of a Joshua, nover
was jealous of a Paul, nover was, jeal
ous of a Frances Havergal, nover was
jealous of a man or woman who tried
to heal wounds nnd wlpo away tears
and lift burdens and savo 6onls;
and whilo nil is of grace, and
your self abnegating utteranco will bo,
"Not unto us, not unto us, but unto thy
name, O Loul, givo glory!" you shall
always feel a heavenly satisfaction in
every good thing you did on earth, and
if icouochism, borno from boueath,
bhould break through tho gates of heaven
nnd elTaco ono record of your earthly
fidelity, methinks Christ would tako ono
of tho nails of his own cross and writo
somewhere on tho crystal, or tho amo
thyfct, or tho jacinth, or tho clirysoprasus,
your namo and just under It tho inscrip
tion of my toxt, "Tho righteous shall bo
held In ovcrhisting renioinbrauco."
Oh, this character building! You and
I nro every moment busy in that tre
mendous occupation. You aro making
mo better or worse, and I am malting
you better or worse, and wo shall
through all eternity bear tho mark of
this benediction or blasting. Lot others
jiavo tho thrones of heaven -thoso who
have moro mightily wrought for God
nnd the truth but it will bo heaven
I rooughjfor ypujand mo If ever and anon
wo meet boiuo radiant soul on tho boule
vards of tho great city who shall say:
"You hclpi'd mo omcc. You encourage d
inowhen I was in earthly ',trug,,l. I
do not know that 1 would havo ivael.ed
tliii shining placo had It not been '"or
you." And wo will laugh with heavenly
gleo and say: "Ha! ha! Do you really
remember that talk? Doyouieniembor
that warning? Do you remember that
Vhristian Invitation? What 11 memory
jou have! Why, that must havo been
down thero In Brooklyn nnd New Or
leans nt least ten thousand million year '
ago." Aud tho nnswer will be, "Yes, it l
was as long in that, but I remember it '
as well in though It were yesterday."
Oh, this character building! Thoslrtic
turo lasting Independent of parsing cen
turies, independent of crumbling mauso
leums, independent of tho wholo plane
tary system. Aye, If tho material uni
verse, which seems all bound together
liko 0110 piece of machinery, should somo
day meet with nn accident that should
Bend worlds crashing Into each other liko
telescoped railway trains, and all tho
wheels of constellations nnd galaxies
should stop, nnd down into tho chasm of
immensity all tho suns aud moons and
stars should tumblolikethomidnightex
press at Ashtabula, that would not touch
us and would not hurt God, for God is n
spirit, and character nnd memory aro im
mortal, and over thatgravoof a wrecked
material universe might truthfully bo
written, "Tho lighteous shall bo held iu
everlasting remembrance."
O Time, wo defy thee! O Death, wo
stamp theo iu tho dust of tliino own
scpulchcrs! O Eternity, roll on till tho
last star has stopped rotating, and tho
last sun is extinguished 011 tho sapphlro
pathway, and tho last moon has il
ia mined tho last night, and as many
years havo passed as all tho scribes that
ever took pen could describo by as many
figures as they could wrltoinall thocen
turies of nil time, but thou shalt havo 110
power to efface from any soul in glory
tho memory of anything wo havo dono
to bring it to God and heaven!
A 1T.OWN FOIXOWT.t) IIY A KlStf.
Thero is another and a moro complete
defent for oblivion, and that is in tho
heart of God himself. You havo seen a
sailor roll up his sleevo nnd show you his
nrni tattooed with tho figure of a favor
ite ship perhaps tho first ono iu which
ho over sailed. You havo seen 11 soldier
roll up his sleevo and show you his nrni
tattooed with tho picture of 11 fortress
where ho was garrisoned, or tho face of a
great general under whom ho fought.
You havo seen many a linnd tattooed
with tho faco of n loved 0110 beforo or
nfter marriage.
This tattooing is almost ns old ns tho
world. It iu somo colored liquid punc
tured into tho flesh bo indelibly that
nothing can wash it out. It may havo
been thero CO years, but when tho mau
goes into his cofiln that puncture will go
with him on hand or arm. Now, God
says that ho has tattooed us upon his
hands. Thero can bo no other menning
in tho forty-ninth chapter of Isaiah,
whero God says, "Behold, I havo graven
theo on tho palms of my hands!"
It was as niuchns to say: "I cannot
open my hand to help, but I think of
you. I cannot spread abroad my hands
to bless, but 1 think of you. Wherever
I go up aud down tho heavens I tako
theso two pictures of you with mo. They
nro so inwrought into my being that I
cannot lose them. As long ns my hands
last tho memory of you will last. Not
on tho backs of my hands, ns though to
announce you to others, but 011 tho
palms of my hands for myself to look
nt and study and love. Not on tho
palm of ono hand alone, but ou tho
palms of both hands, for whilo I
nm looking upon ono hand and thinking
of you, I must hnvo tho other f reo to pro
tect you, free to strike back your enemy,
freoto lift if you fall. Palmsof my hands
indelibly tattooed. And though I hold
tho winds in my fist no cyclono shall up
root tho inscription of your namo and
your face, and though I hold tho ocean
in tho hollow of my hand its billowing
shall not wnsh out tho record of my re
membrance. 'Behold, I havo graven theo
on tho palms of my hands.' "
What joy, what honor can thero bo
comparable to that of being remembered
by tho mightiest nnd kindest nnd love
liest and tenderest and mostaffectionnto
being iu tho universe. Think of it to
hold an everlasting placo in tho heart of
God. Tho heart of God! Tho most beau
tiful palaco in tho universe. Lot tho
archangel build somo palaco ns grand ns
that it ho can. Let him crumble up all
tho stars of yesternight nnd tomorrow
night and put them together as mosaics
for such a palaco floor. Lot him tako all
tho sunrises and Buuscts of all tho days
and tho nurorns of all tho nights aud
hang them ns upholstery at Its windows.
Lot him tnko all tho rivers, and nil tho
lakes, and all tho oceans, nnd toss them
into tho fountains of this pnlnce court.
Let him tako all tho gold of all tho hills
nnd hang it iu its chandeliers, nnd nil
tho pearls of all tho sens and all tho dia
monds of all tho fields, and with them
arch tho doorways of that palace, and
then invito into it nil tho glories that
Esther over saw at a Porsion banquet,
or Daniel over walked umong in Baby
lonian cnstles, or Joseph over witnessed
In Pharaoh's throneroom, und then your
self enter this castlo of nrchangelio con
struction nnd see how poor u palaco it is
compared with tho greater palaco that
somo of you huvo already found in tho
heart of n lovlug and pardoning God,
Hid into which all tho musio and all tho
prayers, and nil tho sermonio considera
tions of this day aro trying to iutroduco
you through tho blood of tho slain Lamb.
Oh, whero is oblivion now? From tho
dark and overshadowing word that it
seemed when I began, it has becomo
something which 110 man or woman or
1 child who loves tho Lord need over fear.
J Oblivion defeated. Oblivion dead. Ob
livion sepulchcrcd. But I must not bo so
, hind 011 that dovouriug monster, for into
, Its gravo go all our sins whon tho Lord
for Christ's sako has forgiven them. Just
j blow n resurrection trumpet over them
when oneo oblivion has snapped them
down. Not ono of them rises. Blow
again. Not a stir amid all tho pardoned
iiiiquiticjof u lifetime. Blowugain! Not
I ono of them moves iu the deep grave
trenchc?. But to this powerless resur
rection trumpet oico respoude, half
hum 111, half divine, and it must bo part
man and pait God, saying, "Their sins
and their iniquities will licmember no
mo 1."
Thank God for thli blessed oblivion!
So you seo I did not Invito you down In
to u cellar, but up ou in throne not Into
tho graveyard to which all materialism
fa distiued, but into a garden all abloom
with everlasting remembrance, Tho
frown of my first text has becomo tho
kiss of tho second text. Annihilation
has become coronation. Tho wiingitig
hauda of iv great ngony hnvo becomo tho
clapping hands of a great joy. Tho
requiem with which wo began has be
como tho grand march with which wo
close. Tho tear of sadness that rolled
down our cheek has struck tho lip on
which sits tho laughter of eternal tri
umph. Trlticn mill Htnilou Mnitor.
Thodeathof Mr. Henry Farnlmm, who
was for many years station master nt
Takeley, 0110 of tho villago stations on
tho Great Eustern Railway company's
Withani. Braintreo nnd Blshon'a Stort-
'ford branch line, recalls nn amusing in
cident in which tho Princo of Wales
played a leading part. A few years ago
tho princo nnd a party of distinguished
guests alighted at Takeley for tho pur
pose of visiting Lord aud Lady Brooko
at Eastou Lodge, Essex. By somo
menus tho Princo of Wales becamo do
tuclicd from tho rest of tho party, and
did not reach tho barrier until n fow
minutes nfter tho others had passed.
Mr. Fiirnhani was doing duty ns ticket
collector, and not then knowing tho
princo ho promptly accosted him with
"Ticket, please."
Tho princo mentioned that ho was ono
of Lord Brooke's pnrty. Tho station
master was not, however, satisfied with
tho statement, and ho firmly refused to
allow bis royal highness to pass unless
ho produced a ticket or furnished his
namo nnd address. Satisfactory expla
nations wero eventually forthcoming,
and tho princo was permitted to rejoin
tho party. Though somewhat embar
rassed when ho learned tho prince's iden
tity, tho stntion master was not greatly
perturbed. Indeed ho received tho in
telllgenco with tho philosophical ques
tion, "Why didn't ho tell 1110 that ho
was tho Princo of Wales?" Ills royal
highness heartily enjoyed tho incident.
His royal highness seldom visits Easton
Lodge without being reminded jocularly
of his attempt to lido without u ticket.
Westminster Gazette.
Utrlmngcil uu lulmii Font Ilorse.
Ill Banlry bay, 0110 of tho finest of tho
beautiful bays which indent tho Irish
coast, lies tho island of Whlddy. It
formed part of tho property of tho Earls
of Bantry whoso family namo was
Whlto, and of whom tho last has lately
died, so that tho titlo lias becomo ex
tinct, aud tho estates havo passed to a
nephew.
Thoro is n curious tolo about tho way
in which tho Whites becamo possessed
of Whlddy. Tho founder of tho fortunes
of tho houso received largo grants nt
Bantry. Ou 0110 occasion ho met ono of
Cromwell's soldiers to whom tho island
of Whlddy, which is three miles long,
had been given In lieu of back pay. Tho
soldier had trudged half way from Cork
to Bantry with his titlo deeds in his pock
ots, and was weary aud tlrod when
White of Bantry mot him. Iu answer
to White's inquiries tho soldior said ho
was going to Bantry on what bo feared
was a fool's errand to tako possession of
Whlddy.
"A fool's errand you may well call it,"
said White. "Whiddy is iv rock iu tho
Atlantic."
Tho soldier bowailed his fate, and
Whlto, after commiserating with him,
offered his horso iu oxchaugo for tho titlo
deeds.
"It will tnko you back In easo to Cork,"
said ho, "and you 1110 already footsore."
,Tho soldier closed with tho bargain,
nnd Whito returned homo to tnko pos
session of nn island which is now rented
at a. thousand a year. Thus are fortunes
made. Loudon Million.
Hartiliatdt' Pads.
Ono of tho nolnblo oddities of charac
ter that distinguish Sarah Bernhardt is
her love of making icts of all manner of
queer beasts aud reptiles, such us would
givo tho ordinary woman cold chills. It
is nn nsp, or an alligntor, or a horned toad
that she takes to her bosom nnd lavishes
her sweetest caresses ii'khi, and tho vis
itor to her boudoir is almost suro to got
ft succession of short, sharp shocks from
stumbliug in dark corners across all
sorts of horrid little beasts. Her fancy
chunges much, nnd on a foreign trip sho
is suro to pick uphnlf a dozen now ntro
citios, so that her moungcrio is looked for
on her return with Interest second only
to that bestowed on her dlvlno self. Her
recent tour iu South America was ex
pected to bo productive of a wholo reti
nuo of new horrors, but her fancy took
a now turn. Sho got back to Paris two
or tlireo weeks ago, aud her menagerie
accompanied her, but it consisted only
of threo llttlo pumas, 10 monkeys of va
ried degrees of hairy ugliuoss, and nn
aviary of 800 or bo different birds. Ex
change. EubIIiIi llutreil nf OlncUtonc.
Tho hatred of Gluilstonois almost uni
versal among tho upper and upper mid
dle classes in Engluud. This hatred,
too, finds expression in a violenco or
Janguago which is seldom met with iu
any country except during period of
revolution or civil war, and has long
been banished from English social aud
political life. Ono hears him in tho best
circles treated as au old vllluin, for
whom capital punishment would bo too
good, nml frantic de6lro for his death is
openly uttered. That "G. O. M." stands
for "God's Only Mistake" la one of tho
grim jokes of tho Conservative clubs,
and old ladies will nvow their williug
ness to wall; miles with peas iu their
bhoes to seo him hanged. Stories of his
abandoned prolligaey aro of courso not
geneially told iu public, tho subject bo
ing a delicate one, but they uro ft very
promiucnt part of the Gladstone legend,
San Franciflco Argonaut,
Boarding.
I will furnrifib first class board at my
houso nuo block nortli of tho Holland
house, for 6,'l.fH) per work.
MltH. FitANK DlCKKilSON,
A Puzzle
To tunny Indies is how to kMp their
hair in curl on rainy days. The solution
Ih ens;, Ask Deyn & Grico for Nonpar
eil Hulr curler nnd the pozzlo will be
solved.
Thnftu Wonderful Glanfs In
Town!!
If Von WIhIi to rah tlmm mil nn tVavn Jk
G nro and ask for Heads Llttts Giant
rills, hvery bottlo gunranteed.
rirst t'lnss Hoitrdln
Mr S. Hnvlcs ttislir tn annnnnin
tlio public that lie is prepared to take
noarucrs aiw.ou per wock, sleeping
inoludcd. Apply at 4th Avenue
Hotel.
Coal, Flour and Feed.
Don't you forgot that L. P. Al
brirlit sells mora coal, flour nr fond fnr
$1 than any one. See him.
A New Joke
On the livor. When it is out of order
nnd you fool blue, try a few doses of
lieggn'Littlo Giant Pills. Your liver will
nmirtcintn tlin Ink. Hn wilt vmi. Vnr
sale by Dyo Jfc Grico.
Wright kcops the best gasoline store
in thi markot. ,
do InMlmru-nnil nml Allirlnkt fn.uin.
groconos. They kei the best in town.
The Army Bill
Ih not tlin nnn Hint vnrrln na l.nf fVi
doctor's bill. Keon a supply of Betfus'
I'nmily Modiclnes on lirnd and reduce
your doctor's bills U5 per cent. Bold by
ieju ii unco.
MtlXlTT will nvi'tiiincrnllntir nml faa.1
nt cash prices, for corn, oats or potatoes
at market prices.
First class goods and reasonable prices
can always be found at W. W. Wright's
hardware store.
Thoso accomodating storekeepers,
Shorwood it Albright the grocers, study
to please their customers. Call and see
them whon in want of groceries.
Children Cry for
Pitcher'flCastorla.
Me -.
Children Cry foi
Pitcher's Cattorla.
Children Cry for
Pitcher's Cattorla.
CIIURCIIE8.
i Mllll -.1 1 AN niurcli-Mervlci'.n Hundaratajiii
V ..I.1". ,?nrt 7!:, I' m: Humliiywihoiil ttmnbwi
V r S U i: at 0:30 1 in nail Y ! W O K Jut loriat
i lONdltlvdATIONAt. Cliurch-Hcrvlces at Hi
W ?,'. i".l 7:30 p ins Humbly rrhoolatu-Ss
11 111, 1 1 n 11 r, m IK.HJ II III mill U'SUIS JUB-
lnrsiU4i m.
IMKIHOIHMl' iliiircli-nervlca at IU:3 m. m.
" Hinl7Sio it, m.. Kjiworlh beiiKueatS:30.
Ill, Hlliiiliiy Heljonl ut ll:3Hi.m.
ljM'lHCOl'Al, Church -Services mry two
VM'i'U. Iivnnpultitiiient.
I lirill'.UAN Chinch-livery third Sunday
IJ morning ut III o'clock.
JA I Jloi.iUChurcu Services by appointment.
ArTlsmiurcTi-No" fVKufarV7vlcuiit Hun
" ilay school (ri'KUlar) at noon. 11 Y I' U at
S:30itu.
CMIAri'.b-siimliivschuolatSp m every Mu.
' ilny.
MfCIUTIKM.
A 0 U V luich ulteriiHte Tuesday evauliig.
1KN Aclhcm Iiodye .No 180; 10 OFeverrMon-
llHVIllUllt.
(UI,ANTIillCl)ilKi.No,.l,KiilKlits of Pythias
- Tlnirwiliiv I'vi'iilni;.
jHnaoiiii iHipi o w, Modern Woodmen
JV of Anifrlcu, alternate Wednesday evenlmt
r AI.I.IA Uxlue No n, Fraternal Order of Pro
' tMctorn, ilr.nl and third Monday ot each
month.
f 1IIAKITY I-oiIko Nn ia A K nnd A II eaeul
y finliiy ovenliiK 011 or before the lull moou. I i
l'.l) Cloud Chapter No 10. HAM alternate
lliurtiluy evening. '
1YKT.NK Coimuaiidery No M alternate Thiu
V ilty evening.
rtllAltlTY chapter Kaitern Blar No 47 alter
- n.'Uii I 'lemlity evening.
fjAltniCU) I'oitNnftonA It Monday even-
M liii iiti nr tiutTiiVn Itinv full ...
f I AIII'IKM) W It U No M meeti alternate 8at
v iiriliiynflernooii. 1
AAltY8KHUSMcllKNHYTeiitNollUauaht-f
"' en of Veterans Monday evening.
I rt KAMA' Camp No 'J3, 8 of V Tuesday ere-!
UIICUMAN Circle No 3, Indies of the Q A kj
-' nrst nnn iniru nauiruiiy evening.
RICH CI.OtM) Council No 18 Iiyul Mystic Leir
Iiiii ut America first and third Friday eve-
IJI1'K
tilicrllPa Sale.
Notice It hereby glien, that under and by
viriim of 1111 older ol mile Mind from the ofllce
nf II. It. Crnlif. I'lnrl nf llm .lialrli.t imum ai.
tenth J11dlcl.1t district, within and for Websten
county. Ncliiuinii. iiimiii 11 itecren In un .i-iinn
iieudlug therein, therein M. rt. Hturgeon l'laln-i
lilt, mul HKiliixt Mri.Adnllii Crosby, Utile KJ
Ovcilnu. anil K. .1. Oveilug, UefenJants.
iii.iii imnr inr lait-m piiuuu VOUUUe. to IDS
liluhcst bidder fur cash In hum!, at the can
nt. 11 in hut viiiii i-iiiiij-10, ut itcu 1 mini, in nam
WeliHtur county, Nebraska, (that being the
building wherrfh tun Ust term nf lrt court
nm iioiuciii un inn nun. nay 01 ifceiniier. A
II lu'l! .il II ..li.nl A HI if uul.l .1... ,.--
... . w, n . . .. u n. ., ui oniu unj , UIS IOI-
lunlng deocrlbed property, to-wlt: fxits seven
u;. iikiii in nun 111110 vf ill uiuvn wuriceii llilli
Hod ci uil, Nebraska,
(ihiii under my halid this lotli, day ot No
veuiuei a. itt, iiku.
, t'FO. K. Coon, Mitrlff.
A.. I. Iomlinbok, Deputy.
(iao.AV. lUiiKKit, riaiitttrt's Attorney.
Slicrlira fettle
knll..a lu liu.idlil ..lfn .!. .....I.... ... kJ
l"'"r n .ii-ivj hiii-ii, iiinv illiuci nail VJ
ih 1 111. nf .111 mil in nf kul maiim! fmii. llm aMm
ot I . II Clone eleik of the district court of the
leuiii juaiiMi niHiuci, nuin uuiwor wensier
.iit.i... V. .lie jab u ..it.... .... m.i.Ia.. ..... 11
Hi ludiii.tl dlHtiict, Wtbln uiidfor Webtterl
inty, Nebraska, upon un action iicndlntf.'fi
lein.wheieln Charles J. 1'lckford Is plaotlff M
I iiMlut John A. blbert, Mary IC. Hlben$
l lllllllj
llieieli
nu.. ....!. .a. U.....I ... ui.'V.I, l' l . t,. C,Un I
Minimum wi'i' u iiitiiucr w. 4miejs&
mid ciureucu K. I'.esse. Trustee and VoueQrUrvi
trustee defcllduuts. 'A
I shall otler Iwr sate at public veudue, to tbV'5
highest bidder for cash hi haurt, at the easts
donriif iIib conrt-liJiiee, at Ited Cloud, In aatdl
Webster county, cbiusku, (that being the i
binldliiu wlioreln I ho hist term of said court
wus bullion) on tho tutu day of liecember A. 1). I
IMJ lit 1 1 o'clock A. .M ., ut said ihiv, tho follow
lug described luoperty to wits The snulhrnsi
1 1 1. ii rlc rot Pcciluii thirty-live, (u) township oik
(i) iionli of move, twelve (rj) west of tho 01 b
1'. At,, eoiiiiiluliig uccordliig to government
survey iconciex.
. Clveii under my timid this 10th day of Novem
ber A, U 1WJ.
, , Gko. E. Coon, HturUr.
... .. . ,,y.A JiToMMiiaoK. Deputy.
Oto.W. Darker. I'lfclDtlS's Attoraey.
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