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PLYMOUTH, N. C., FRIDAY, MARCH 17, 1899.
NO. 26.:
THE HONEYSUCKLE.
"The clover," said the humming-bird,
"Was fashioned for the bee ;
But ne'er a flower, as I have heard,
Was ever made for me."
A passing zephyr paused, and stirred
Home moonlit drops of dew
To earth; and for the humming-bird
The honeysuckle crew.
Harpor's Weekly.
HE'S
J BY LESTER L. LOCKWOOD.
"Hello, Jim! What's up now?"
"Chicken coop that is, it will be
when I manage to get a few more
nails in."
Sam Simmins vaulted the low fence,
and, stauding with his hands in his
pockets, watched Jim a few moments.
Then he gave an amused whistle. "I
say, Jim, there's nothiug like having
conveniences to work with. Now, if
I were to build a chicken coop I
should be silly enough to use new
wire eightpennies and a steel-tipped
hammer; but I daresay I'm quite be
hind the times, aud that assorted sizes
of bent and rusty nails and a slippery
stone to drive them in with are the
latest improved implements a sort of
renaissance in carpentry, eh?"
"Not exactly," replied Jim, laugh
ing, "but it gives you a chance to air
that French pronunciation that you
had to stay for after school for last
night. So there's some good comes
from my impoverished resources; after
all, that was the phrase I struck on
yesterday."
"Don't Miss Lamb put us through
ihe definitions aud pronunciations for
all they are worth, though? Father
says if this thing keeps up he'll have
to buy a new dictionary before the
year is out such wear on it.you know.
But, to 'resume the original theme,'
what are you going to put in your
coop when it is done?"
"That is also Miss Lamb's doing.
You see, she knows all about my
poultry craze knows I'm saving up
to go into the chicken business, I
mean and yesterday she showed me
a chanqe to begin. The folks where
Bhe boards are regular chicken cranks,
you know fine stock, incubators, and
;all that. Well, yesterday she heard
Mrs. Jansen says that she had a hen
so determined to set that she couldn't
break her up, and that she'd sell her
- very cheap to get rid of her. So Miss
Lamb told her about me, and she
offered to sell me the hen and a set
ting of fifteen eggs all good stock,
too, mind you for $1. Don't you
call that a lay-out now?"
"'Tis, for a fact. And you happen
ed to have the dollar?"
"Yes; I've saved up $1.15, and if I
can get the coop done I'm going after
school tonight for the hen."
"And I suppose you will buy a
bicycle with the - proceeds'? But that
doesn't" explain why you are usiug
rusty nails and a stoue hammer."
"Why, you see.our hammer is lost,
as usual. Some of the children are
always getting away with it, and I
can't afford to spend my extra 15 cents
on nails. That has to go for chicken
feed, and I don't know when I'll have
a chance to earn any more. So I'm
drawing these nails out of the boxes
on the kindling pile. They are really
nine, you know. . I worked for them
at Mr. Lake's grocery last vacation."
"Going into business on a strictly
cash basis, eh?"
"Yes, sir-ee! That's my ticket,
every time."
"Been reading the life of Rockefel
ler and all those penuiless-boy mil
lionaires, I suppose?"
, Jim flushed.
"Well, that's the way to begin, any
how," he said, sturdily, wrenching
at a stubborn nail with the cold chisel;
"but I do wish they wouldn't always
lose the hammer. "
"Why don't you wait till it turns
up?"
"Too much risk. You must 'make
hay while the sun shines,' you know
-in other words, set hens while
they're in the notion."
"Going into the poultry business
with one hen is too slow for me. I'm
going to Klondike as soon as school is
out,aud when I strike it rich in mines
you'll be puttering-away with an old
cluekinghen and a half-dozen scrawny
chickens."
"All right," responded Jim,
cheerily. "It may be slow, but 'a
bird in the hand is worth two in the
bush."'
"Which, being translated, means
, 'a hen in the coop is worth two mines
iu the ground,' I mppose?"
"That's about the size of it. But
I say, Sam, before you start for Klon
dike won't you please hand me that
stone lying at your feet the smooth
one thst looks like a petrified potato?
This loose granite chips off so."
"It doe3 look l.ke a potato the
white elephant variety," said Sam,
tossing the htone to Jim.
"Thank you. This will make a
fine hammer so hard and smooth."
"Ha! Ha! Ha! I should say so!"
for at the first stroke on the rusty nail
if ad the stone broke in two, one-half
1 ailing to the ground and the nail head
grazing Jim's hand. As he turned
his hand over to examine the scratch
the broken surface of the stone
caught his eye. He gave a loud
whistle.
"Look here, Sam. Stop your laugh
ing and see what is inside your white
elephant potato. "
With that keen interest in "speci
mens" which is the natural birthright
of every Rocky Mountain boy. Sam
stepped eagerlv forward.
"Geode?"
"Not much! Nothiug so common
as that. I never saw anything like
it."
"What do you reckon it is?"
Jim shook his head, turning the
stone from side to side and letting the
sunlight play over its surface aud re
veal its delicate beauty, for in the
heart of the common brown stone lay
a circular ribbed hollow lined with
mother-of-pearl and in one side of this
polished nest was a cluster of crystals.
"It must be the impression of a
fossil shell," said Sam, eying it intent-
iy.
"Why, yes of course."
And Jim stooped to pick up the
other half of the stoue.
"Yes," here it is. Did you ever see
anything so perfect? Some spiral
thing that seems to go way down into
the stone. Just look at the coloring,
will you? Rainbow tints, every one!
And see? here is the hole where
that little bunch of crystals was broken
out, and the inside of the shell, or
animals whichever it is is lined
with crystals as far down as you can
see."
"Jim, you're in luck. You can sell
it at the museum, and for a good
price, too."
"No, I shall give it to Miss Lamb
for her cabinet. I owe her something
for her starting me in business. "
"I do beliere Jim, you'd give away
your head if it was not well fastened
on your shoulders. But come, there's
the first bell and we must hurry."
Miss Lamb's admiration of the fossil
was all that he conld have desired.
"I cannot tell you what it is," she
eaid, "but I am sure it is somethiug
too rare for you to give away. It
ought to have a considerable money
value. I cannot accept it from you
until I have ascertained its worth."
"All right, then," said Jim, wink
ing at Sam. "You cau sell it if you
wish, and all above $5 that it brings
you may give to me for my chicken
house."
"It's a bargain," said Miss Lamb,
laughing, "and the $5 shall go to the
Children's Fresh-Air fund."
The following Saturday Miss Lamb
took the specimen to Professor Black,
an eminent geologist.
"A turrilite!" he exclaimed, ex
citedly. "Where did you find it?"
Miss Lamb told him the story.
"Well, well, well! Now, I might
go on breaking open stones with my
geologist's hammer till the end of time
and get nothing for my pains, while
this unlettered boy, by a chance blow
why, this is really the finest speci
men of . its kind that I ever saw! Such
a perfect fracture the whole thing so
complete! See how perfectly the two
pieces fit together not a fragment
gone!
"There you are. Just a common
stone again. You can scarcely see the
crack. Why, Miss Lamb, if I had
that iu my cabinet I would not take
$100 for it."
"Will you give that for it?"
"Do you mean to say it is for sale?"
"Yes, the finder is a poor boy and
would make excellent use of the
monev. He is going into the chicken
business, and that sum would give
him a good start buildings aud all.
I tell you, professor, Jim Jones has
real pluck aud principle."
"I judge so from the novel way in
which he was using this rare stone,"
giving it affectionate, professional
little taps.
"Yes.I will give you $100 for it and
thank you very much besides."
The professor wrote his check, gave
it to Miss Lamb aud locked the tur
rilite in his choicest cabinet.
Of course Jim could hardly believe
his good luck, but you may be sure
he was quite reconciled to it. By the
time his modest , chicken house was
finished and a dozen glossy black
Langshans strutted proudly in their
grassy run the old Brahma was off
with ten healthy chicks and was given
the most comfortable quarters aud the
choicest food that tho yard afforded.
Miss Lamb and Sam Simmins were
invited on a special Saturday to in
spect the new buildings and stock.
They both smiled when they saw a
neat arch over the gateway upon
which was painted:
TXTRSILITE CHICKEN KANCH,
JAMES CONN,
Proprietor.'
"Did you drive these nails with
stones?" queried Sam.
"No, indeed," laughed Jim, shak
ing a new steel-faced hammer peril
ously near Sam's nose, "but I shall
never be sorry that I drove the first
ones so."
"Providence helps those who help
themselves, you see, Sam," said Miss
Lamb.
"Yes," sighed Sam, "Jim struck
it rich before I even got started for
Klondike, and if I don't set some sort
of a move on me he will beat me get
ting a bicycle yet."
"Struck it rich that's pretty go-id,
Sam. Yes, it was literally a rich
strike, that of the turrilite on th
rusty nail." Chicago Record.
EUROPE'S HERMIT SOVEREICN.
I'rince of Liechtenstein Ha Been
In-
visible for Forty Years,
Hidden away in the exquisitely
picturesque and magnificent castle of
Eisgrub, in Moravia, and an old world
ruler has just celebrated in solitude
the fortieth anniversary of his acces
sion to the throne. He is not insane.
On the contrary,he is one of the most
intellectually brilliant as well as the
most kind-hearted of European sover
eigns. Yet during these forty years
he has been practically invisible tc
the world. No one save his only
brother and his confidential secretaries
and servants know even what he looks
like, and his subjects, like the rest ol
the people on the continent, cau oulj
form conjectures as to the nature o1
his appearance.
This hermit ruler i? the reigning
prince of Liechtenstein, an independ
ent sovereign, who, theoretically, is
still iu a state of war against Prussia.
For, when, in 1863, the various sover
eign states of Germany were called
upon to array themselves either on th
side of Austria or of Prussia, the
Prince of Liechtenstein cast in his lol
with Austria, boldly declared again si
Prussia, and put on a war footing hii
army of about 300 men.
After the conclusion of the cam
paign Prussia concluded peace with
the various states that had taken
part iu the conflict. But somehow oi
other the principality of Liechten
stein was overlooked or forgotten by
Bismarck, and as if his attention hail
been drawn to the matter it would
have resulted in a demand for indemni
ties, the prince naturally forebore tc
call the attention of Prussia to the
neglect No peace having been con
cluded, therefore, between the two
countries, they are theoretically still
in a state of war.
Few people are aware of the reason
for this mysterious seclusion of the
Prince of Liechtenstein, who, in spite
of the smalluess of his dominions, is
one of the very wealthiest rulers of
the world. The fact of the matter is
that, he is afflicted with an intestinal
ailment of such a characteras to debar,
him from the society of his i'ellow
creatures, aud to render his isolation
necessary.
He entertains large parties of guests
at his various castles during the shoot
ing season, and likewise in his palace
at Vienna during the carnival week.
But while his guests are never per
mitted to want for anything, and are
simply overwhelmed with delicate at
tentions, they never set eyes on their
host throughout the entire time they
are underneath his roof, and if they
have anything to.communicate to him
they must do so by letter.
It is a very sad life, and yet that it
has not rendered the prince a misan
thrope is shown by his boundless"
charity and philanthropy and by the
number of his scientific studies and
works which have won for him the
honorary membership of the Imperial
Academy of Science of Austria.- He is
close upon sixty years of age now.
His next heir is his brother, Francis,
now Austrian ambassador to St.
Petersburg, and who will succeed not
ouly to his vast estates, but likewise
to his sovereignty of Liechtenstein
and to his dukedom of Troppau.
New Form of Telephone Service.
M. Mongeot, under secretary of
state for posts and telegraphs in
France, has matured apian for the ex
tension of the telephone service. This
2lau contemplates the notification of
any jerson, whether renting a tele
phone or not, that some one wishes to
talk with him at a given public tele
phone booth. Within a radius of
twenty-five kilometres the charge will
be-five cents, and must be paid by the
sender of the message. The charge
will be increased for any distance ovet
twenty-five kilometers, but will in no
case exceed ten cents. The message
will be a regular form, somewhat as
follows: "You are notified that Mr.
X., living at . requests that you
will come to the telephone booth No.
at o clock. Lach message
will be numbered in the order of its re
ceipt, and the number will entitle the
recipient to the use of the booth at
the time specified. Paris letter to the
Electrical World.
Commodore Sartorl and Dewey.
The late Commodore Sartori, sayu
the Philadelphia Record, was a warm
friend of Admiral Dewey. Before the
great battle of Manila Admiral Oewey
wrote a letter to the aged eomri-odore,
giving in detail his impression of the
task that would be expected of him
if war was declared. Wheu the news
of tho battle was received the commo
dore, despite his age, romped about
the house like a schoolboy, and called
upon everybody near to bear witness
that he had predicted the total defeat
of the Spanish fleet as soou as Dewey
made a start. After the battle the
the victorious admiral wrote another
letter to his old fri'jud, telling how
it was done. Thio letter was cher
ished by the old commodore as his
most precious possession, and he
never tired of reading it aloud to thosa
who expressed a desire to heal1 it.
SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS.
A London physician, Stanley Kent,
claims to have discovered the sjJecific
bacillus of smallpox, after 'five years
of experimenting.
A tantalizing fact pointed out by an
English astronomer is thi.t Herr Witt's
new planet between Mars and the
earth was, in January, 18U4, in ... more
favorable opposition for observation
than it wili be again until 1924.
A German physician, Dr. Ricgel,
has made some important discoveries
relating to internal diseases, by mak
ing patients swallow a miniature pho
tographic apparatus, and taking pic
tures of the interior of the stomach.
Dr. Joseph Came Ross, physician
to Ancoats hospital, Manchester, Eng
land, writes in praise of a decoction of
cinnamon as a cure for influenza. The
treatment must be begun within
twenty-four hours of the beginning of
the attack.
It is well known that the pressure
of the atmosphere on the surface of
the earth is about fifteen pounds to
the square iuch, equivalent, that is, to
a pressure at the lower end of a col
umn of mercury about thirty inches
high, or to the pressure of a column
of water thirty-four feet high.
Careful weighing shows that an or
dinary bee, not loaded, weighs the five
thousandth part of a pouud, so that it
takes 5000 bees to make a pound. But
the loaded bee, when he comes in
fresh from the fields and flowers,
freighted with honey or bee bread,
often weighs nearly three times more.
ART AND SCIENCE.
The Porter Knew More Than the Pro
feasor About Shears.
An article in Coruhill on the sim
plicity and ignorance of great men,
says that Professor Huxley delivered
a lectuie at Newcastle-on-T.ne, for
which numerous diagrams were re
quired. Old Alexander, the porter of
the institution, and a favorite among
the members of the society, was helping
the professor to hang the diagrams,
but the screen was not large enough,
aud the blank corner of one would
overlap the illustration of another.
The professor declared that he
would cut off the margins, aud asked
Alexander to bring him a pair of scis
sors; but alas they would not work,
and the learned mau threw them down
in disgust.
"Vera gnid shears, professor," said
Alexander.
"I tell you they won't - cut," ex
claimed Huxley.
"Trv again, "said Alexander. "They
will cut."
The professor tried again and called,
angrily:
"Bring me another pair of scis
sors. "
Sir William Armstrong stepped for
ward at this point and ordered Alex
ander to go out and buy a new
pair.
"Vera guid shears, Sir William,"
persisted Alexander, and he took tbera
up, and asked Huxley how he wanted
the paper cut.
"Cut it there," said the professor,
somewhat tartly, indicating the place
with his forefinger.
Alexander took the paper, inserted
the scissors and cut off the required
portion with the utmost neatness.
Then he turned to the professor, with
a significant leer and twinkle of the
eve,
Sceance an' airt dinna ay gang.the-
gether,-professor, " said he.
Huxley gave way to laughter, and
so did everybody present, and of
course the scientist paid the fine of
his stupidity in a sovereign.
Some one expressed amazement to
Alexander that he should dare make
freedom with Huxley.
"Why, mon," said Alexauder with
great emphasis, "they bits o' professor
bodies ken naethiug at a' except their
buiks."
A Story of Ye Olden Day.
There is a proverbial phrase signify
ing that the wife is master in the
household, by which it is intimated
that "she wears the breeches." The
phrase is bothfxld aud common, and
is only half understood by modern ex
planations; but in medieval story we
learn how "she" first put in her claim
to wear this particular article of dress.
A French writer of the thirleenth cen
tury (Ungues Plaucelles) relates some
of the adventures of a couple whose
household was not entirely harmoni
ous. Sire Hains was tha husband;
Dame Anieus, the wife. After a
quarrel one evening Sire Hains said:
"Early iu the morning I will take oft
my breeches and lay them down in the
middle of the court, and the one who
can win them will be acknowledged
the master or mistress of the house."
Dame Auieus accepted the chal
lenge. The battle was fought the
next morning.. It was a long battle,
and it was bloody. At the end Sire
Hains bore oft tha breeches, hut the
good dame had convinced the world
that she was entitled to wear them in
her own house. Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
Bacteria multiply rapidly, and they
do it in a curious way. A single one
breaks itself iu two, then each half
grows until it becomes s large as tho
original.
DK. TALMAGES SEKM0N.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BYTHE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "The Christian iroine A rlace
For the Genesis and Rounding Out of
Character The Family Circle a Haven
ol llefuge From the World's Storms.
Test: "Lot them learn first to show
piety at home." I Timothy v., 4.
During the summer monthsthe tendency
Is to the fields, to visitation, to foreign
travel and the watering places, and the
oceaa, steamers are thronged, but in the
winter it is rather to gather in domestic
circles, and during these months we spend
many of the hours within doors, and the
aposlje comes to us and says that we ought
to exercise Christian behavior amid all
such circumstances. "Let them learn first
to show piety at home."
There are a great many people longing
for some grand sphera in which to serve
God. They admire Luther at the diet of
Worm3, and only wish that they had some
suchgreat opportunity in which to display
their Christian prowess. They admire
Paul making Felix tremble, and they only
wish that they had some such grand occa
iou in which to preach righteousness,
temperance and judgment to come. All
they. want is aa opportunity to exhibit
their Christian heroism. Now, the apostle
practically says: "I will show you a place
where you can exhibit all that is grand and
beautiful and glorious in Christian charac
ter and that is the domestic circle. Let
them learn first to show piety at home."
If one is not faithful in an insigniacant
.sphere, he will not be faithful in a resound
ing sphere. If Peter will not help the crip
ple it the gate of the temple, he will
never be able to preach 3000 into the king
dom, at the Pentecost. If Paul will not
takr pains to instruct in the wav of salva
tion the jailor of the Phillppian dungeon,
he will never make Felix tremble. He
who is not faithful in a skirmish would not
he faithful in an Armageddon. The fact
is. we are all placed in just the position in
whljh we can most grandly serve God, and
we ought not to be chiefly thoughtful
about some sphere of usefulness which we
may after a while gain, but the all absorb
ing question with ou and with me ought
to be, "Lord, what wilt Thou have me now
and here to do?"
There is one word In St. Paul's adjura
tion around which the most of our
thoughts will revolve. That word is
"home." Ask ten different men the mean
ing of that word and they will give you
ten different definitions. To one it means
love at the hearth, plenty at the table, in
dustry at the work stand, intelligence at
the books, devotion at the alter. In that
household discord never sounds its war
whoop, and deception never tricks with its
false face. To him it means a greeting at
tha door and a smile at the chair, peace
hovering like wings, joy clapping its hands
with laughter. Life is a tranquil lake.
TilSowed on tho ripples sleep the shadows.
Ask another man what home is and he will
tell it is want looking out of a cheerless
fire -prate, kneading hunger in an empty
tread tray. The damp air shivering with
curse3. No Bible on the shelf. Children
robbers and murderers ia embryo. Ob
scene ODR3 their lullaby. Every face a
picture of ruin. Want in the background
and cin staring from the front. No Sab
bat u wave roiling over that doorsill. Ves
tibule of the pit. Shadow of infernal
walls. Furnace for forging everlasting
chains. Fagots for an unending funeral
pil- Awful word. It is spelled with
curses, it weep3 wlih ruin, it chokes with
woe, it sweats with the death agony of de
spair. The word "home" in the one case
means everything bright. The word
"home" in the other case means every
thing terrific.
I. shail tper.k now of home as a test of
character, home as a refuge, home as a po
litical cafeguard, home as a school, and
home as a type of heaven. And in the
i!r;t place, home is a powerful test of char
actor. The disposition in public may be in
gay costume, while in private it is disha
bille. As play actors may appear in one
way on the stage and may appear in an
other way behind the scenes, so private
character may he very different from pub
lie character. Private character is often
public character turned wrong side out.
A nan niay receive you into hij parlor as
though he was a distillation of smiles, and
yet his heart may be a swamp of nettles.
There are business men who all day long
ar3 mild and courteous, and genial and
good catured ia commercial life, damming
tack their irritability and their petulance
end their discontent, but at nightfall the
darn breaks, and scolding pours forth in
floods ad freshets.
A3 at sunset sometimes the wind rises, so
after a ounshiny day there may be a tem
pestuous night. There are people who in
public act the philanthropist who at home
act the Nero with respect to their slippers
and their gown. Audubon, the great orni
thologist, with gun and pencil went
through the forests of America to brine
down andtosketchthe beautiful birds, and
after yesrs of toil aud exposure completed
hi3 munuseript and put it in a trunk in
Philadelphia and went off for a few days of
recreation and rest and came back and
found that tho rats had utterly destroyed
the manuscript, but without any discom
posure r.nd without any fret or bad temper
he agntn picked up his gun and his pencil
and visited again all the great forests of
America and reproduced his immortal
work. And yet there aro people with the
ten-thousandth part of that los3 who are
utterly irreconcilable, who at the loss of a
pencil cr aa article of raiment will blow as
long and loud and sharp a3 a northeast
storm. New, that man who is affable in
public and who is irrita'ola in private is
making a fraudulent and overissue of stock,
and he is as bud as a bank that might have
$400,000 or $500,000 of tills in circulation
with no specio in the vault. Let us'learn
to show piety at home. If we have it not
there, we have it not anywhere. If we have
Dot genuine grace in the family circle, all
our outward and public plausibility merely
springs from the fear of the world or from
the Glimy, putrid pool of our own selfish
ness. I tell ycu the home is a mighty test
of character. What 5-ou are at home you
are everywhere, whether you demonstrate
it or not.
Again, homo I3 a refuge. Life is the
Uuited States array cu-tho national road
to Mexico a long march, with ever and
anon a skirmish and a battle. At eventide
wo pitch our tent and stack the arms, we
hang up the war cap, and cur head on tho
knapsack we sleep until the morning bugle
calls us to ir.f.rch to the action. How
pleasant it is to reheare the victories and
the surprises and th attacks of the day
seated by the still compare of the home
circle! Yea, life is a stormy sea. With
hhivred masts and torn sails and hulk
aleak wa put iu at the harbor of home.
Iile?3ed harboil There we go. for repairs
in the drydock, Tha candle in the window
is to the toiling man the lighthouse guld
ing him into port. Children go forth to
meet their fathers as pilots at the Narrows
take the hand of ships. The doorsill of the
home is th wharf whore heavy life is un
laden. There is the place where we may
talk oi what wa havs done without being
charged with, self adulation. There is the
place where we may lounge without being
thought ungraceful. There is the place
where we may express affection without
being thought EiliV- There is the place
where we may forget our annoyances and
exasperations and troubles. Forlorn earth
pilgrim, no home? Then die. That is bet
ter. The grave i3 brighter and grander
and more gloiiou3 than this world with no
tent from marching, with no harior from
the storm, with no place of rest from this
scene of greed and gouge and loss and
gain. God pity the, man or the woman who
has no home!
Further, home is a school. Old ground
must be turned up with subsoil plow, and
it must be harrowed aid reharrowed, and
then the crop will not be as large as that
of the new ground with less culture. Now,
youth and childhood are new groundand
all the influences thrown over their heart
and life will come up in after life luxuri
antly. Every time you have given a smile
of approbation all the good cheer of your
life will come up again in the geniality of
your children. And every ebullition of
anger and every uncontrolable display of
indignation will be fuel to this disposition
of twenty or thirty or forty years from now
fuel for a bad fire a quarter of a century
from this. You praise the intelligence of
your child too much sometimes when you .
think he is not aware of it, and you wiUsee
the result of it before ten years of age In
his annoying affectations. You praise his
beauty, supposing he is not large enough
to understand what vou say, and you will
find him standing on a high chair before a
flattering mirror.
Oh, make your home the brightest place
on earth if you would charm your children
to the high path of virtue and rectitude
and religion. Do not always turn the
blinds the wrong way. Let the light,
which puts gold on the" gentian and spots
the pansy, pour into your dwellings. Do
not expect the little feet to keep step to a
dead march. Do not cover up yonr walls
with such pictures as West's "Death on a
Pale Horse" or Tintoretto's "Massacre of
the Innnocents." Eatber cover them, if
you have pictures, with "The Hawking
Party," and "The Mill by the Mountain
Stream," ana "The Fox Hunt," and the
"Children Amid Flowers," and the
"Harvest Scene," and "The Saturday
JNignc iuarKeung. wet you 11a nint 01
cheerfulness from grasshopper's leap and
lamb's frisk and quail's whistle and
garrulous streamlet, which from the roct
at thft irmiintAln ton rlpflr down to the
meadow ferns under the shadow of the
steep comes looking to see where it can
find the steepest place to leap off at and
talking just to hear itself talk? If all the
skies hurtled with tempest and everlasting
storm wandered over the sea and every
mountain stream were raving mad, frotn
ing at the mouth with mud foam, and
there were nothing but simoons blowing
among the hills, and there were neither
lark's carol nor humming bird's trill nor
waterfall's dash, but only bear's bark and
panther's scream and wolf's howl, and you
might well gather into your homes only
the shadows. But when God has strewn
the earth and the heavens with beautv and
with gladness let us take into our home
circles all innocent hilarity, ail brightness
and all good cheer. A dark home makes
bad boys and bad girls in preparation for
bad men and bad women.
Above all, my friends, take into your
homes Christian principle. Can it be that
in any of the comfortable homes whose in
mates I confront the voice of prayer is
never lifted? What! No supplication at
night for protection? What! No thanks
giving in the morning for care? Hov, my
brother, mv sister, will vou answer God in
the day of juJgmeut with reference to your
children? It is a plain question, and there
fore I isk it. In the tenth chapter of Jere
miah God says he will pour out hi fury
upon the families that call not upon His
name. Ob, parents, when you are dead
and gone and the moss is covering the in
scription of the tombstone, will your chil
dren look back and think of father and
mother at family prayer? Will they take
the old family Bible and open it and see
the mark of tears of contrition and tears of
consoling promise wept by eyes long before
gone out into darkness? Oh, if you do not
inculcate Christian principle ia the hearts
ot your cntiuren, ana ao not warn tpeaa
against evil, and you do not invite them to .
holiness and to God. and thev wander off
into dissipation and into infidelity, and at
Inst make shin wren I; at their 1m mortal
soul, on their deathbed and in the day of
judgment they will curse you!
Seated by the register or the stove, what
if on the wall should come out the history
of your children! What a history the
jnortal and immortal life of your loved
ones! i.very parent is writing the history
ofhis child. He is writing it, composing
it into a song or pointing it with a groan.
One night, lying on my lounge when very
tired, my children all around about me, in
full romp and hilarity and laughter on tha
lounge, half awake and half asleep I
dreamed this dream: I was in a far coun
try. It was not Persia, although morethan
oriental luxuriance crowned the cities. Itf
was not the tropics, although more than
tropical fruitfulness fllied the gardens. It
wa3 not Italy, although moro than Italian
softness rilled the air. And I wandered
about looking for thorns and nettles, but
I found that none of them grew there. And
I saw the sun rise, and I watched to see it
set, but it sank not. And I saw the people
in holiday attire, and I said, "When wilt
they put off this and put on workmen's
garb, and again delve in the mine and
swelter at the forge?" But they never put
off the holiday attire.
And I wandered in the suburbs of tha
citv to find the place where the dead sleep,
and I looked all along the line of the beau
tiful hills, the place where the dead might
most peacefully sleep, and I saw towers
ami castles, but not a mausoleum, or a
monumentr or a white slab could I see.
And I went into the chapel of the great
town, and I said, "Where do the poor wor
ship and where are the haid benches on
which they sit?" And the answer was
made me, "We have no poor in this coun
try. "And then I wandered out to find the
hovels of the destitute, and I found man
sions of amber and ivory and gold,
but not a tear could I see, not a sigh,
could I hear. And I was bewildered, and I
sat down under the branches of a great
tree, and I said, "Where am 1 and whence
comes all this scene?" And then out from,
among the leaves and up the flowery paths
and across the broad streams there came a
beautiful group thronging all about me,
and as I saw them come I thought I knew
their step, and as tbey shouted I thought
I knew their voices, but theu they were bo
gloriously arrayed in apparel such as I
had never before witnessed that I bowed
as stranger to stranger. But when again,
they clapped their hands and chouted
"Welcome, welcome," the mystery all van
ished, and I found that time had gone and
eternity had come, and we were all together
again in our new home in heaven, and I
looked around and I said, "Aro we all
here?" aud the voices ot manv generation
responded. "All herel" And while tears
of gladness were running dawn our cheeks,
and the branches of the Lebanon cedars
were clapping their hands, and the towera
of the great city were chiming their wel
come we all together began to leap and
shout and sing, "Home, home, home!"
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