THE ROANOKE NEWS, TIlUllSPAY JULY, 1(5, 18.01.
pOD'S MYSTERIOUS RITE
i
Jthe rain used by dr. talmage
1 as a common illustration.
'God Is Infinity i Infinitesimals Hit Much
M la Thing, Infinitely Great, in Our
Kveryday Sorrow a in the Worla'a
Erection.
Brooklyn, July 5. Dr. Talniage's
sermon today is on a tin J of gospel in
which few people believe. The weather
13 a common object of complaint ami
fault Uncling, but Dr. Talmage finds a
gospel in it, which today he proclaims
from the text, "Ilutli the rain a fa
ther?" Job xxxviii, 28.
This Book of .lob has been the sub
ject of unbounded theological wrangle.
Men have made it the ring in which to
display their ecclesiastical pugilism.
Some s'iy that the Book of Job is a true
history: others, that it is an allegory;
others, that it is an epic poem; others,
that it is a drama. Some say that Job
lived eighteen hundred years before
Christ, others say that he never lived
at all. Some guy that the author of
this book was Job; others, David;
others, Solomon. The discussion has
landed some in blank infidelity. Now
1 have no trouble with the books of
Job or Revelation the two most mys
terious books in the Bible because of
a rule I adopted some years ago.
I wade down into a Scripture pas
sage as long as 1 can touch bottom, and
when 1 cannot, then 1 wade out. 1
used to wade in until it was over my
head, and then 1 got drowned. I study
a passage of Scripture so long aa it is a
comfort and help to my soul; but when
it becomes a perplexity and a spiritual
upturning, I quit. In other words, we
ought to wade in up to our heart, but
never wade in until it is over our head.
No man should ever expect to swim
across this great ocean of divine truth.
1 go down into that ocean as 1 go down
into the Atlantic ocean at East Hamp
ton, Iong Island, just far enough to
bathe, then I come out. I never had
any idea that with my weak hand and
foot I could strike my way clear over to
Liverpool.
SC1KJ.CK IS SOT RELIGION.
I suppose you understand your fam
ily genealogy. You know something
about your parents, your grandparents,
your great-grandparents. Perhaps you
know where they were born or where
they died. Have you ever studied the
parentage of the shower? "Hath the
rain a father?" This question is not
asked by a poetaster or a scientist, but
by the head of the universe. To hum
ble and to save Job (rod asks him four
teen questions; about the world's archi
tecture, about the refraction of the
sun's rays, about the tides, about the
snow crystal, about the lightnings, and
then he arraigns him with the interro
gation of the test. "Hath the rain a
father?"
With the scientific wonders of the
all ready for the mow dashed of a show- I
er, or wheat almost ready for the sickle j
spoiled with the rust. How hard it is
to bear the agricultural disappoint
ments, (iod has infinite resources, but
I do not think he has capacity to make
weather to please all the farmers.
Sometimes it is too hot. or it is too
cold; it is too wet, or it it is too dry; it
is too early, or it is too late. They for
get that the (iod who promised seed
time and harvest, summer and winter,
cold and heat, also ordained all the cli
matic changes. There is one question
that ought to be written on every barn,
cm every fence, on every haystack, on
every farmhouse, "Hath the rain a
father?"
If we only knew what a vast enter
prise it is to provide appropriate weather
for this world we would not be so crit
ical of the Lord. Isaac Watts, at ten
years of age, complained that he did
not like the hymns that were sung in
the English ehael. "Well," said his
father. "Isaac, instead of your com
plaining about the hvmns go and make
hymns that are better." And he did
go and make hymns that were better.
Now. I say to you, if you do not like
the weather, get up a weather com
pany, and have a president, and a sec
retary, and a treasurer, and a board of
directors, and ten million dollars of
stock, and then provide weather that
will suit all of us. There is a man who
has a weak head, and he cannot stand
the glare of the sun. You must have
a cloud always hovering over him.
I like sunshine; I cannot live with
out plenty of sunlight, so you must al
ways have enough light for me. Two
ships meet in mid-Atlantic. The one is
going to Southampton, and the other
is coming to New Y'ork. Provide
weather that, while it is abaft for one
ship, it is not a head wind for the other.
There is a farm that is dried up for the
lack of rain, and here is a pleasure
party going out for a Held excursion.
Provide weather that will suit the dry
farm and the pleasure excursion. No,
sirs, I will not take one dollar of stock
in your weather company. There is
only one Being in the universe who
knows enough to provide the right kind
of weather for this world. "Hath the
ruin a father?"
god's tkxdkk mkkciks ovkk all.
My text also suggests God's minute
supervisal. You see the divine Sonship
in every drop of rain. The jewels oi
the shower are not flung away by a
spendthrift who knows not how many
he throws or where they fall. They
are all shining princes of heaven. They
all have an eternal lineage. They are
all the children of a king. "Hath the
rain a father?" Well, then, I say il
God takes notice of every minute rain
drop he will take notice of the most in
significant affair of my life. It is the
astronomical view of things that both
ers me.
Wo look up into the night heavens
and we say. "Worlds! worlds!" and
how insignificant we feel! We stand at
rain I have nothing to do. A minister I the foot of Mount Washington or Mont
gets through with that kind of sermons
within the first three years, and if he
has piety enough he gets through with
It in the first three months. A sermon ;
has come to me to mean one word of '
four letters, "help!" You all know
that the rain is not an orphon. You '
know that it is not cast out of the ;
gates of heaven a foundling. You j
would answer the question of my text
in the affirmative. Safely housed dur- ;
ing the storm you hear the rain beat- !
ing against the window pane, and you j
find it searching all the crevices of the
window sill. i
It first conies down in solitary drops, I
pattering the dust, and then it deluges j
the field9 and angers the mountain tor- j
rents, and makes the traveler implore
shelter. You know that the rain is not :
an accident of the world's economy.
You know" it was born of the cloud.
You know it was rocked in the cradle
of the wind. You know it was sung to
sleep by the storm. You know that it
is a flying evangel from heaven to
earth. You knov it is the gospel of
the weather. You know that God is
its father.
If this bo true, then, how wicked is
our murmuring about climatic changes.
The first eleven Sabbaths after I en
tered the ministry it stormed. Through
the week it was clear weather, but on
the Sabbaths the old country meeting
house looked like Noah's ark before it
landed. A few drenched people sat
before a drenched pastor, but most of
the farmers stayed at home and thanked
God that what was bad for the church
was good for the crops. I committed a
good deol of sin in thone days in de
nouncing the weather. Ministers of
the Gospel sometimes fret about stormy
Sabbaths or hot Sabbaths or inclem
ent Sabbaths. They forget the fact
' I ' 13 same God who ordained tyie
n6sent forth bis ; " ' te'' to
Hlvation, a
es
mar-
in.
'Id) than'
'-rround
at h ay
Blanc, and we feel that we are only in
sects, and then we say to ourselves,
"Though the world is so largo the sun
Is one million four hundred thousand
times larger." "Oh!" we say, "it is no
use; if God wheels that great imichin
ery through immensity he will not take
the trouble to look down at me!" In
fldel conclusion. Saturn, Mercury and
Jupiter are no more rounded and
weighed and swung by the hand of
God than are the globules on a lilac
bush the morning after a shower.
God is no more in magnitudes than
he is in minutite. If he has scales to
weigh the mountains he has balance
delicate enough to weigh the Infinitesi
mal. You can no more see him through
the telescope than you can see him
through the microscope; no more when
you look up than when you look down.
Are not the hairs of your head all num
bered? And if Himalaya has a God,
"Hath not the rain a father?"
I take this doctrine of a particular
Providence, and I thrust it into the
very midst of your everyday life. If
God fathers a raindrop, is there any
thing so insignificant in your affairs
that God will not father that ? When
Druyse, the gunsmith, , invented the
needle gun. which decided the battle
of Sadowu, was it a mere accident?
When a fanner's boy showed Blucher a
short cut by which he could bring his
uriny up soon enough to decide Water-
; loo for England, was it a mere accident?
When Lord Byron took a piece of
money and tossed it up to decide
. whether or not he should le affianced to
Miss Millbank. was it a mere accident
which side of the money was up and
which was down? When the Christian
army were iK'siegcd nt Heziers, and a
drunken drummer came In at midnight
and rang the alarm bell, not knowing
what he was doing, but waking up the
host in time to fight their enemies that
, moment arriving, was it an accident?
XO ACCIUKXTS IN THK DHIXK PLAN
' When, in one of the Irish wars, a
starving mother, flying with her starv
ing child, sank down and fainted on tho
'-s in the night and her hand fell on
arm bottle of milk, did that just
en so ? God Is either in the affairs
3n, or our religion Is worth noth-
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from us ; and instead of this Bi
whieh teaches the doctrine, give
a secular lxok, and let us, as the
imous Mr. Fox, the member of parlia
ment, in his last hour, cry out. "Read
me the eighth book of Virgil."
f Oh, my friends, let us rouse up to an
appreciation of the fact that all the af
f fairs of our life are under a King''
commanu anu nnaer a i airier s watcn
Alexander's war horse, Bucephalus,
would allow anybody to mount him
when he was unharnessed, but as soon
as they put on that vv hone Buceph-
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in
alus the saddle and the trappings of
the conquerer, ho would fellow no one
but Alexander to touch him. And if a
a soulless horse could have so much
pride in his owner. s!;uil not we immor
tals c-xu't in the fact that we are owned
by a King? "Hath the rain a father?"
Again, my subject teaches me that
God's dealings with risare inexplicable.
That was the original force of my text.
The rain was a great mystery to the
ancients. They could not understand
how the water should get into the cloud,
and getting there, how it should be
suspended, or falling, why it should
come down in drops. Modern science
comes along and says there are two
portions of air of different temperature,
and they are charged with moisture,
and tile one portion of air decreases in
temperature so the water may no longer
be held in vapor and it falls. And they
tell us that some of tho clouds that look
to be only as large as a man's hand,
and to be almost quiet in the heavens,
are great mountains of mist four thou
sand teet lroui oase to top, and mat
hey rush miles a minute.
Hut after all the brilliant experiments
f Dr. James Hutton and Saussure and
other scientists, there is an infinite mys
tery about the rain. There is an ocean
of the unfathomable In every raindrop,
and (tod says today as he said in the
time of Job, "If you cannot under
stand one drop of rain, do not be sur
prised if my dealings with you are in
explicable." Why does that aged man,
decrepit, beggared, vicious, sick of the
world, and the world sick of him, live
on, while Here is a man in nuuiiie, con
secrated to God. hard working, useful
in every respect, who dies?
Why does that old gossip, gadding
along the street about everybody s
business but her own, have such good
health, while the Christian mother,
with a Hock of little ones about her
whom she is preparing for usefulness
and for heaven the mother who you
think could not be spared an hour from
that household why does she lie down
and die with a cancer? Why does that
man, selfish to the core, go on adding
fortune to fortune, consuming every
thing on himself, continue to prosper,
while that man who has been giving ten
per cent, of all his income to God and
the church goes into bankruptcy ?
Before we make stark fools of our
selves let us stop pressing this everlast
ing "why." Let us worship where we
cannot understand. Let a man take
that one question, "Why?" and follow
it far enough, and push it, and he will
land in wretchedness and perdition.
WTe wont in our theology fewer inter
rogation marks and more exclamation
points. Heaven is tho place for expla
nation. Earth is the place for trust.
If you cannot understand so minute a
thing as a raindrop, how can you ex
pect to understand God's dealings?
"Hath the rain a father?"
JIDOK SOT UY KKKBLK fiKXSK
Again, my text makes me think that
the rain of tears is of divine origin,
Great clouds of trouble sometimes
hover over us. They are black, and
they are gorged, and they are thunder
ous. They are more portentous than
Salvator or Claude ever painted
clouds of poverty or persecution or be
reavement. They hover over us. and
get darker and blacKer, and alter a
while a tear starts, and we think by an
extra pressure of the eyelid to stop it
Others follow, and after a while there is
a shower of tearful emotion, Y'ea,
there is a rain of tears. "Hath that
rain a father?"
"Oh." you say, "a tear is nothing but
a drop of limpid fluid secreted by tho
lachrymal gland is only a sign of weak
eyes. ureat lnistaKe. it is one oi me
Lord's richest benedictions to the world.
There are people in Blackwell's Island
insane asylum, and at Ltiea, and at all
the asylums of this land, who were de
mented by the fact that they could not
cry at the right time. Said a maniac in
one of our public institutions, under a
Gospel sermon that started the tears:
"Do you see that tear? That is the first
I have wept for twelve years. I think it
will help my brain."
There are a great many in the grave
who could not stand any longer under
the glacier of trouble. If thut glacier
had only melted into weeping they
could have endured it. There have
been times in your life when you would
have given the world, if you hud pos
sessed it, for one tear. You could
shriek, you could blaspheme, but you
could not cry. Have you never seen a
tnon holding the hand of a dead wife,
who had been all the world to him?
The temples livid with excitement, the
eye dry and frantic, no moisture on the
upper or lower lid. You saw there were
bolts of auger in the cloud but no rain
To your Christian comfort h" said
"Don't talk me about God; there U no
God ; or if there is I hute him ; don't
talk to me about God; would he have
left ine and these motherless children?''
But a few hours or days after, coming
across some lead pencil that she owned
in life, or some letters which she wrote
when he was away from home, with an
outcrv that annals there bursts the
fountain of tears, and as the sunlight
of God's consolation strikes that foun
tain of tears you find out that it is
tender hearted, merciful, pitiful and
all compassionate God who was the
father of that rain.
"Oh." you say, "it's absurd to think
that God is going to watch over tears.'
No. my friends. There are three or
four kinds of them that God counts,
bottles and eternizes. First, there are
all parental tears, and there are more of
these than of any other kind, because
the most of the race die in infancy, and
that keeps parents mourning all around
tho world. They never get over It,
They may live to shout and sing after
ward, but i . there is always acqrridor in
the soul that is silent, though it once
resounded.
My parents never mentioned tho
death of a child who died fifty years
before without a tremor in the voice
and a sigh, oh! how deep fetched. It
was better she should die; it was
a mercy she should die. She would
have been a lifelong invalid. But you
cannot argue away a parent's grief.
How often you hear the moan. "Oh!
my child, my child!" Then there are
the filial tears.
OI K (IKIK.F KOH THK I)KAI.
Little children soon get over the loss
of parents. They are easily diverted
with a new toy. But where is the man
who has come to thirty or forty or
fifty years of age who can think of the
old people without having all the foun
tains of his soul stirred up? Y'ou may
have hail to take care of her a good
many years, but you never can forget
how she used to take care of you.
There have been many sea captains
converted in our church, and the pe
culiarity of them was that they were
nearly all prayed ashore by their mo
thers, though the mothers went into
the dust soon after they went to sea.
Have you never heard an old man in
delirium of some sickness call for his
mother?
The fact is wo get so used to calling
for her the first ten years of our life we
never get over it, and when she goes
away from us it makes deep sorrow.
Y'ou sometimes, perhaps, in days of
trouble and darkness, when the world
would say, "You ought to be able to
take care of yourself," you wake lip
from your dreams finding yourself
saying, "On, mother: momer; nave
these tears no divine origin? Why,
take all the warm hearts that ever
beat in all lands and in all ages, and
put them together, and their united
throb would bo weak compared with
the throb of God's eternal sympathy.
Yes, God also is Father of all that rain
of repentance.
Did you ever see a rain of repent
ance? Do you know what it is that
makes a man repent '. I see people go
ing around trying to repent. They
cannot repent. Do you know no man
can repent until God helps him to re
pent? How do I know? By this pas
sage, "Him hath (iod exalted to be a
prince and a Saviour to give reieiit
ance." Oh! it is a tremendous hour
when one wakes up and says: "I am a
bad man; I have not sinned against the
laws of the land, but I have wasted my
life. God asked me for my services
and I haven't given those services. Oh !
my sins, God forgive me."
When that tear starts it thrills all
heaven. An angel cannot keep his eve
off it, and the church of God assembles
around, and there is a commingling of
tears, and God is the father of that
rain, the Lord, long suffering, merciful
and gracious. In a religious assem
blage a man aroso and said: "I have
been a very wicked man ; I broke my
mother's heart; I became an Infidel;
but I have seen my evil way, and I
have surrendered my heart to God.
But it is a grief I never can get over
that my parents should never have
heard of my salvation. I don't know
whether they are living or dead."
While yet he was standing in the audi
ence, a voice from the gallery said.
"Oh, my son, my son !"
He looked up and he recognized her.
It was his old mother. She had been
praying for him for u great many years,
and when at tho jf the cross the
prodigal son andV uie praying mother
embraced each other, there was a rain,
a tremendous rain, of tears, and God
was the Father of those tears. Oh,
that God would break us down with a
sense of our sin, and then lift us up
with an appreciation of his mercy.
Tears over our wasted life. Tears over
a grieved spirit. Tears over an injured
father. Oh, that (iod would move
upon this audience with a great wave
of religious emotion.
THK OKKAT KlXfl TAUnOXS.
The king of Carthage was dethroned.
His people rebelled against him. He
was driven into banishment. His wife
and children were outr;igeously abused.
Years went by, and the king of Carth
age made many friends. He gathered
up a great army. He marched again
toward Carthage. Reaching the gates
of Carthage the best men of the place
came out barefooted and bareheaded,
and with ropes around their necks, cry
ing for mercy. They said. "We abused
you and we abused your family; but
we cry for mercy." The king of Carth
age looked down upon the people from
his chariot and said: "I caine to bless,
I didn't coino to destroy. You drove
uie out, but this day 1 pronounce par
don for all the people. Open the gate
and let the nrmv com in." The
king marched in and took the throne,
and the people all sounded. "Long live
tho king!"
My friends, you have driven the Lord
Jesus Christ, the king of the church,
away from your heart; you have been
maltreating him all these years; but he
conies back today. He stands in front
of the gates of your soul. If you will
only pray for his pardon, he will meet
you with his gracious spirit and he will
say: "Thy sins and thine iniquities I
will remember no more. Open wide
the gate ; I will take the throne. My
peace I give unto you." And then, all
through the audience, from the young
and from the old, there will be a rain
of tears, and God will be the father of
that rain I
ODDS AND ENDS.
Fruit stains will usually yield to hot
water when persistently poured upon
them.
Teachers' salaries in the I'nited
States annually amount to more than
iJGO, 000,1)00.
There is a difference of only twenty
two square miles between the areas of
T'ngland and Iowa.
The first word spoken through tho
London Paris telephone was the good
old Knglish word "Hallo."
A billion dollars would give 100,000
young men enough capital to start in a
profitable business for themselves.
The Duke of Portland is said to pos
sess, in addition to mine; and lands, an
interest in house property to the extent
of ?'20,()0H.000,
The man w ho Mieers most sarcastical
ly at the abilitv of medical men is usu
ally the iuiekct to send for a doctor
whenever he 1ms a pain.
Phosphorus i. now being made by
decomposing a mixture of acid phos
phates and carbon by the heat of an
electric arc within tho mass.
Strychnine has been found to increase
the amount of giustnc juice secreted in
the stomach, the general acidity and
the quantity of free acid in the secre
tion. Proverb have leen called the con
densed wisdom of experience, so it may
be well to heed tltis one, likewise of
Arabian origin, "To succeed in love or
at law, you need the devil for your
friend."
Manufacture of Thimble..
Dies of different sir.es are used, into
which the metal, whether gold, silver
or steel, is pressed. The hole punch
ing, finishing, polishing and tempering
are done afterward. Celluloid and
rubber are molded. The lcst thimbles
are made in France, where the 'process
is more thorough.
The first step in the making of
Paris gold thimble is the cutting aito
a disk of the desired sire a thin piece of
sheet iron. This is brought to a red
heat, placed over a graduated holo in
an iron bench and hammered down
into it with a punch. This hole is the
form of the thimble. The iron takes
its shape and is rt-moved from the hole
Tho little indentations to keep the
needle from slipping are made in it,
and all the other finishing strokes of
the perfect thimble put on it. The iron
is then made into steel by a process pe
culiar to the French thimble maker,
and is tempered, polished and brought
to a deep blue color. A thin sheet of
gold is then pressed Into tho interior of
the thimble and fastened there by
mandril.
Gold leaf is attached to the outside
by great pressure, the edges of the leaf
being fitted in and held by small
grooves at the base of tho thimble.
The nrticle is then ready for use. The
gold will last for years. The steel
never wears out, and the gold can be
readily replaced
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LAND SALE.
-VALUABLE FARMS FOR SALE IN
HAt IFAX COUNTY, N. C.
A TVnnU CoMume.
Buy ten yards of outing cloth at
twelve cents a yard. If you like stripes,
choose one of the pretty combinations
of soft blues, pinks, grays and creams;
but if you prefer you can get the cloth
this season In a solid color. If you
have a supply of silk shirts and a good
blazer you will not need more than
seven yards. Have a full round short
skirt, the draperies being as plain and
straight as possible. If you cannot af
ford silk shirts make a shirt of the out
ing cloth on the model of the silk shirts
sold in the stores, with turnover collar
and lacings in front of bright cord.
Get a leather belt, if you have a slim
figure, to match in color your tenuis
shoes; or get a silk waist scarf or sash,
knotting it in convenient position at
one aide without passing about the
waist, if you are not slim. Get two or
three silk scarfs to knot into pretty ties
at your throat, and then you will be
filed, except as to shoes.
Y'our tennis shoes, if they are good
ones, will cost about three dollars, and
you can tie them up with cords of the
color of your sash and the bright stripe
of your gown.
Then there is the hat it was nearly
forgotten. A little sailor hat answers
fairly well, simply trimmed with rib
bons like your sash and shoe lacings,
or, if it becomes you, a big bright Tain
o Shanter is a patch of color in the
tennis field. New York Recorder.
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NE FARM CONTAINO 534 ACRES
horse crop cleared, good pastnre.
never failing stream, apple and peach or
chard, good dwelling and necessary out-
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I'llICE $2,000.
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TRACT OF 200 ACRES, ONE
horse crop cleared, mast of the other
in fine growth of pines; good dwelling and
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PRICE $1,000.
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ACRES, ONE
in
horse crop cleared, the balance
henry growth of original pines.
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horse crop cleared, tho balance in fine
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and all
It is net very often that dining rooms
are visited by wild animals of theirown
accord, but on Sunday a large, fat
woodchuck made his way into the din
ing room of Mrs. Foster, on Front
street, where he was captured, and he
is now in a cage in their yard. Lewis'
ton Journal
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Within the pant two or three years
there has !een a marked increase in the
nninlwr f people wearing white neck
ties of silk, satin, linen or cotton, in
the public streets, wearing them not in
preparation for dinner, but as a part of
the regular doily garb. A rejiorter who
walked along Broadway the other af
ternoon saw over a score of them
around the necks of well dressed men.
In some cases they were becoming; in
others, they were not. The bowknot
white necktie looked seemly upon some
wearers; the white scarf looked well on
others. New York Sun.
crop cleared; good dwelling
necessary out-houses.
PRICE $2,O00.
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V hoi
TRACT OF 850 ACRES, FIVE
horse crop cleared; good dwelling and
London Klcetria Lighting Sjritem.
London was slow to accept the elec
tric light, but Is now making up for
lost time. At the general meeting of
the Metropolitan company the chair
man reported that within a year the
number of the lamps supplied by them
had increased from 6,000 to 60,000. As
to their system of underground mains,
he said that tho length of conduit at
present laid was forty miles, and into
these conduits there had been laid
ninety miles of mains, and not ono
fault or leakage had occurred. New
York Telegram.
out-houses.
PRICE $2,500.
These farms are convenient to churches,
in a healthy locality, and a short distance
from Halifax and Enfield. Parties wishing
to buy and want to
EXAMINE :-: THESE-:-LANDS
Will call on MR. THOMAS OUSBY, Hen
derson, N. C, or MR. T. C. BURGESS,
who lives near Halifax, who will take pleas
ure in showing them to purchasers.
Any or all of these lands will be
IETEID
REASONABLE TERMS
rOR 1890.
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an 30 ti.
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