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PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, APRIL 7, 1899.
NO. 29.
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THE AMERICAN NOMAO.
Turning from th quiet fields
Where the lnzy cattle graze;
Leaving her in tears who bent
O'er him in his helpless days
Faring down the dusty road,
Leaving all he loves behind,
Hushing in where striving men
Push him down and nevermind.
Dreams of sweet old peaceful scenes,
Sometimes, in the rush and roar;
Memories of cradle songs
That are sung to him no more;
Newer friends and newer hopes,
Gaining step by step, and then
For a little chinking coin,
Leaving all behind again.
i he Old
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A Story of
One of my desk-mates in the office
T ;at the ministry of war was nn ex-non-J
commissioned officer, Henri Vidal. He
' i i t--i. ti. -n.i;
uuu lost u mill uiui iu wo xiniitiu cam
paign, but with his remaining hand he
executed marvels of caligraphy down
to drawing with one pen-stroke a bird
in the flourish of hia signature. .
A good fellow, Vidal; the type of
the upright old soldier, hardly 40, with
a sprinkling of gray in his blonde im
perial he had been iu the Zouaves.
We all called him Pere Vidal, more
respectfully than familiarly, for we all
knew his honor and devotion. He lived
in a cheap little lodging at Grenelle,
where on the money of hia cross, hia
pension and hia salary he managed
to support hia widowed sister and
her three children.
. As at that time I, too, was living in
is the southern suburb of Paris, I often
' walked home with Pere Vidal, and I
used to make him tell of his campaigns
as we passed near the military school,
meeting at every step it was at the
close of the empire the splendid uni
forms of the Imperial Guard, green
chasseurs, white lancers and the dark
and magnificent artillery officers, black
and gold, a costume worth while get
ting killed in.
As we walked along the hideous
Boulevard de Grenelle he stopped sud
denly before a military old-clothes
shop there are many like it in that
quarter a dirty, sinister den, showing
in its window ' rusted pistols, bowls
full of buttons and tarnished epaulets;
in front were hung, amid sordid rags,
a few o'd officers' uniforms, rain-rotted
the waist and the padded shoulders
they had an almost human aspect.
Vidal, seizing my arm with hia right
hand and turning his gaze on me,
, raised his stump to point out one of the
uniforms, an African officer's tunic,
with the kilted skirt and the three
gold braids making a figure eight on
the sleeve. . . ...
"Look!", he said; "that's the uni-
tunic,"
Drawing nearer, he' made out the
.number engraved on the buttons and
went on with enthusiasm:
"My regiment! The First Zouaves!"
Suddenly hia hand shook, his face
darkened; dropping hia eyes, he mur
mured, in a horror-stricken voice: y
"What if it were his!" " "
Then brusquely turning the coat
.about he showed me in the middle of
the back a little round hole, bordered
by a black rim blood, of course it
made one shudder, like the sight of a
wound.
"A nasty scar," I said to Pere
Vidal, who had dropped the garment
and was hastening away. And fore
seeing a tale, I added to spur him on:
"It's not usually in the back that bul
lets strike captains of the Zouaves."
He apparently did not hear me; he
mumbled to himself: "How could it
get there? It's a long way from the
battlefield of Meleguano to the Boule
vard of Grenelle! Oh, yes, I know
a v. ..;,, -.., f n Ai. .
w- ., j
the strippers of the eadl But why
just there, two steps from the military
school where the other fellow's regi
ment is stationed r ne must nave
passed; he must have recognized it.
4 What a ghost!"
"See here, Pere Vidal," said I, vio
lently interested, "stop your mutter
ing, and tell me what the riddled tunic
recalls to you."
He looked at me timidly, almost sus
piciously. Suddenly, with a great ef
fort, he began:
"Well, then, here goes for the story;
I can trust you; you will tell me frank
ly, on your honor, if you think my
conduct excusable. Where shall I
begin? Ah, 1 can't give ypu the other
man's surname-, for he is still" living,
but I will call him by the name lie
, went under in the regiment Dry-Jean
and he deserved it, with his 12
drinks at the stroke of noon.
"He was sergeant in the Fourth of
the Second, my regiment, a good
fighter, but fond of quarrel and drink
all the bad habits of the African
"soldier; brave as a bayonet, with cold,
steel-blue eyes and a rough red beard
on bis tanned cheeks. When .1 en
tered the regiment Dry-Jean had just
re-enlisted. He drew his pay and
went on a three days' spree, lie and
two companions of the same kidney
ro.eiT through the low quarters of Al
giers in a cab, flying a tri-color bear
ing the words, "It won't last forever."
Ever striving to outstrip
Those that labor at his side;
Spurning love and spurning rest,
Till the last unsatisfied;
Here today tomorrow where?
"Home" a boll jw, empty name; '
Happiness to give in trade
For a little pelf or fame.
Btill the lazy cattle graze
Out upon the sloping hill, '
And the smoke is curling up
From the old red chimney etill;
Still the rusty hinges creak
When they swing apart the gates,
And a little vacant lot
For the restless toiler waits.
Cleveland Leader.
Uniform.
the Zouaves.
fight. . Dry-Jean got a cut on the
head from a tringlo that nearly fin
ished him, a t fortnight in the guard
room aud the loss of his stripes the
second time he had lost them.
"Of well-to-do parents and with
some education, he would , have risen
to' be an officer long before if it had
not been for his conduct. Eighteen
months later he got hia stripes back
again, thanks to the indulgence of the
old African captain who had seen him
under fire in Kabylie. Hereupon our
old captain is promoted chief of bat
talion, and they send us out a captain
of 28, a Corsican named Gentili,- just
out of school, a cold, ambitious, clever
fellow, very exacting, hard on hia men,
giving you eight daya for a speck of
rust on your gun or a button off your
gaiters; moreover, never having served
in Algeria, not toleratiug fantasia or
the slightest want of discipline. The
two took a hatred to each other from
the first; result, the guardroom for
Dry-Jean after every drinking bout.
When the captain, a little fellow, as
stiff as a bristle, with the mustaches
of an angry cat, flung his punishment
at Dry-Jean's head, adding curtly, 'I
know you, my man, and I'll bring
you to order!' Dry-Jean answered
never a word and walked away quietly
to do pack-drill. But all the same the
captain might have come off his high
horse a bit had he seen the rage that
reddened the sergeant's face as soon
as he turned his head and the hatred
that flashed through his terrible blue
eyes. - ,i
"Hereupon the emperor declares
war against the Austrians, and we are
shipped off to Italy. But let me come
at once to the day before the battle of
Meleguano, where I left my arm, you
know. Our battalion was camped in
a little village, and before breaking
the ranks the captain had made us a
speech rightly enough to remind us
that we were in a friendly country, and
that the slightest injury done to the
inhabitants would be punished in an
exemplary way. ' During the speech
Dry-Jean a little shaky on his pins
that morning, and for the best of rea
sonsshrugged his shoulders slightly.
Luckily the captain didn't see; it."
. "At midnight Dry-Jean was en
gaged in a brawl yith some peasants
and was being prevented from molest
ing a young girl when Captain Gen
tili arrived. With one look the lit
tle Corsican had a paralyzing way he
cowed the terrified sergeant; then he
said to him: ; ; :j
"'Dogs like you deserye to have
their bruins blown out; as soon as I
can see the . colonel yon lose' your
stripes again, this time for good;
There's toW fighting tomorrow; try
to get, y'ied.' . .
"At dawn the cannonade awoke us.
The column formed,' and Dry-Jean
never had his blue eyes glittered more
ominously placed himself beside me.
The battalion moved forward; we were
to dislodge the white coats, who with
their cannon, occupied Melegnano.
Forward, march! At the: second kilo
meter the Austrians' grape shot cut
down 15 of our company's men. Then
our officers, waiting for -the order to
charge, .made us lie down in the grain
field, sharp-shooter wise; they remained
standing naturally, and our captain
wasn't the least straight of the lot.
Kneeling in the rye, we kept on firing
at the battery, which lay within range.
Suddenly some one jogged my elbow.
I turned and saw Dry-Jean, who was
looking at me, the corner of his lrps
raised leeringly, lifting his gun.
" 'Do you see the captain?' he said,
nodding in that direction.
" Tes, what of it?' said I, glancing
at the officer, 20 paces off.
" 'He was foolish to speak to me as
he did.'
"With a swift, precise gesture he
shouldered hia arm aud fired. I saw
the captain his body bent backward,
his head thrown up hia hands beating
the air for an inatant drop his sword
and fall heavily on his back.
" 'Murderer!' I cried, seizing the
sergeaut's arm. But he struck me
with the butt of his rifle,, rolling me
over and exclaiming:
" 'Fool! prove that I did it!
"I rose in a rage, just as all the
sharp-shooters rose likewise. Our
colouel, bareheaded, on his smoking
horse, pointed his sabre at the Austrian
battery and shouted: , .
" 'Forward, Zouaves! Out with
your bayonets!'
"Could I do'otherwise than charge
with the others? What a famous
charge it was, too! nave, you ever
seen a high sea dash oa a rock? Each
company rushed up like a breaker on
a reef. Thrice the battery was cov
ered with blue coata and red trousers,
and thrice we saw the earthwork re
appear with its cannon jaws, im
passable. "But our company, the Fourth, waa
to snatch the prize. In 20 leaps I -reached
the redoubt; helping myself
with my rifle-butt I crossed the talus. .
I had only time to see a blonde mus
tache, a blue cap and a carbine barrel
almost touching me. Then I thought
my arm flew off. I dropped my gun,
fell dizzily on my side near a gun-carriage
wheel and lost consciousness.
"When I opened my eyes nothing
waa to be heard but distant musketry.
The Zouaves, , forming a disordered
half-circle, were shouting 'Vive l'Em
pereur!' and brandishing their rifles
"An old general followed by his
staff , galloped up. He pulled up hia
horse, waved his gilded helmet gayly
.and cried: ' ... .
" 'Bravo, Zouaves! Yon are the
first soldiers in the world!'-
"I found myself sitting near the
wheel, supporting my poor , broken
paw, when suddenly .1 remembered ,
Dry-Jean's awful crime. At that very .
instant he stepped oiit of the ranks
toward the general. He had lost his
fez, and from a big gash in his close
shaven head ran a trickle of ' Wood.
Leaning on his gun with one-hand,
with the other he held out an Austrian-,
flag, tattered and dyed red a flag he
had taken. The general gazed at him
admiringly. ! .
" 'Hey there, Briconrt!' turning to'
one of his staff; 'look "at that, if you"
please. What men !'
"Whereupon Dry-Jean spoke upf
" 'Quite so, my general. But you
know the First Zouave3 there, are
only enough left for once mdre!'.
" 'I would like to hug you for. that!'. ,
cried the general; 'you'll get the cross,..',
you know,' and still repeating, 'what
men! he said to his aid-de-camp some
thing I didn't understand I'm no
scholar, you know. But I remember it
perfectly: 'Worthy of Plutarch, wasa't
it, Bricourt?' ; : , i
"At that very moment the pain was
too much for me, aiid I fainted." '- You
know the rest. I've often told you
how they sawed off my arm and how J
dragged fclong in delirium '-for two.
months in the hospital. In my sleep
less hours I used to ask myself if it
was my duty to accuse Dry-Jean pub
licly. But could I prove it?. And
then I said, 'He's a scoundrel, but
he's brave; he killed Captain Gentili,
but he took a flag from the enemy.'
Finally, in my convalescence, I learned
that as a reward tor his courage Dry
Jean, had stepped up into the Zouaves
of the Guard and had been decorated.
Ah! at first it gave me a disjaisiat my
own cross which the colonel hau
pinned on me in the hospital. Yet
Dry-Jean deserved his, too; only hia
Legion of Honor ought to have served
as the bull's-eye for the squad detailed
10 pui mm out oi existence. e v.
"It s all far away now. 1 never
saw him again; he remained in the
service, and I became a good civilian.
Butjust now, when I saw Jthat uni
form with its bullet-hole God knows
how it got there hanging a stone's
throw 'front the barradk3NVber"th
murderer is, it seemed to me that the
captain, the jcrime stilly uipunfahedj
was. clamoring 'for' justice."1 4 "
I. did my utmost to quiet Pere
Vidal, assuring him he had acted for
the best. Five.days later,on reaching,
the office, Vidal handing me a paper
folded at a certain paragraph, mur
mured gravely;' "What: ;dld, "Jtiell..
you i
I read:
"Another victlmof intemperance. Yester
day afternoon, on 'the lldiilevarif "(le tJre
nelle, a certain Jean Mallet, known as Dry
.Teau, sorgeaht in the Zouaves oTjt'he' Impe
rial Guard,, who. with two- 'companions had
been drinking freely, was selzetl-with delir
ium tremens while looking at -eortte 't5Jd uni
fprms hauging in a second-hand shop. He
drew his bayonet aud dushed down the
btreet to the terror of all passers-by. The
two privates with him had the Utmost diffi
culty In securing the madman,. who shouted
ceaselessly: 'I am not a murderer; I took,
an Austrian flag at Melegnano:' It. seems
that the latter statement is true. Mallet
was decorated for this feat; his addiction to
drink has alone prevented him from rising
In tbe ranks. Mallet was conducted to the
military hospital of Gros-Cnlllon,whenoe he
will soon be transferred to Charenton, for it
is doubtful if he can recover his reason."
As I returned the paper to Vidal, he
looked at me meaningly and con-,
eluded:
"Captain Gentili was a Corsican
he has avenged himself!" Translated
for the Argonaut from the French of
Francois Coppee.
Helping tlio lootor.
In these energetic go-ahead days,
we are continually heariug of some
new' aud curious way of .making,
money, but the. following jaiefhgd is
perhaps as ingenious es any previously
devised: A little buy entered a sur
gery the other day when the village
doctor waa in attendance, and, march
ing up to him whispered, cautiously:'
"Plense, sir, mother sent me-to say
as how Lizzie's got scarlatina awful
bad; and, please mother wants to
know how much you'll give her to
spread it
Bits.
all over the village!" Tit
An ingenious mechanical device
pastes paper labels on 100, OX) cans in
ten hours. Down a chute roils a
ceaseless procession of cans, and each
picks up a label as it passes.
. HELPS FOR HOUSEWIVES.
The Flapping Window Shade.
Not only do invalids find a flapping
window shade a great source of an
noyance, but persons of strong nerves
are often made uncomfortable by the
constant tapping sound. An easy way
to prevent this nuisauce is to screw
two brass hooks on the sides of the
window opposite each other and about
twelve inches from the sill. Tie a
tape across the window from one hook
to the other. Screw a third hook in
,the moulding below the sill. The
shade should then be ' pulled down
over the tape and the curtain cord tied
securely to the lower hook. In this
way the shade will be firmly held in
place.
Regulating the Oven. '
When particular baking is receiv
ing attention and several unfamiliar
dishes are being manufactured, it is oi
special importance to have the oveu in
perfect condition, and as far as possi
ble 'under the control of the cook.
The best' of stoves, says au experi
enced housewife, are tricky sometimes
aud bear watching. Nearly each one
has its pet peculiarity -a tendency to
burn at the bottom, or a habit of
'scorching at the top, while the lower
part remains raw and sodden. Fa
miliarity will enable the cook to cor
rect these difficulties. She will over
come the ' first fault by placing the
grating on a pan under the baking
, dish and ' the other by covering the
cake or loaf .with a pan or paper until
the bottom is done. A plain piece ol
mahilla paper placed over the top of
the cake will insure thorough, even
taking, when, without this arrange
ment, the top would become scorched
long before the cake was baked
through. ':
' Children's Earache.
'' A simple household remedy for chil
dren's earache is a bag of hops wrung
out iu boiling vinegar, or even boiling
waterlif that is more convenient. Lay
the heated hops over the ear, cover
it closely with a heavy piece of flan
nel and cotton to keep in the" steam,
. and keep the moisture from penetrat
ine outside. Severe rjain mav be al-
U v
v most instantly relieved by this remedy,
which is so easily applied. Keep two
bags -in use, removing one as soon as
it is cooled and substituting the other.
Take special care not to leave the
ear exposed to the cold air in chang
ing the bags. When going out in the
air after a season of earache, wear a
little cotton in the ear until the cold
has passed away. Never thrust hair
pins or any hard objecta in the ear
to remove wax. The use of a soft
cloth and soap and water is all that
should be employed in the interest of
cleanliness. Where there is a sudden
deafness, au accumulation of wax may
always be suspected. In that case
use ' a small glass ear syringe with
warm water, and soap suds. If this
does 'not remove the obstacle apply
warm or quite hot olive oil and let it
ruain long enough to soak out the
vAx. ' Syringe out the ear again with
warm soap suds. If no wax appears,
the . deafness is probably caused by i
something else, but in a vast number
of cases it is the cause of sudden deaf
ness,- anct may oe removed oy tue
-(haethod described. New York Trib-
une; 1
.. Recipes.
Suet and Milk To one pint of milk
add one cup of scraped veal suet and
a teaspoon of sugar. Scald together
for .one hour, then strain, and add a
little'.,' flavoring if liked. This is a
nourjshing drink for an invalid.
Potato- Bolls Add to one pint of
mashed potato one half piut of salt,
-two teaspoonfuls of flour, one tea
s.poonful of butter and one beaten egg.
f Mix to a dough while warm, turn on
the boar.d and work the mass into a
long roll. Cut into three inch pieces,
then roll into a smaller roll with tap
ering ends. Fry iu hot fat until nice
ly browned all over. Garnish with
parsley.
"Pot Boast, with Catsup Sauce Place
two tablespoonfuls of butter iu pot;
dredge each side of two-pound roast
thoroughly with flour; place in pot
and brown well on each side; add one
sliced onion, one bay leaf, one table
spoonful salt, one quart of cold water;
'cover tightly; place where it will cook
slowly for four hours; one-half hour
before serving add coll'eecup of cat
sup. Very line.
Egg Fondue For luncheon, egg
fondue is a favorite combination of
eggs and cheese, with those who are
fond of both. Beat four eggs well,
then .add three tablespooul'uls of
grated " cheese, salt and pepper to
taste. Put a tablespoonful of butter
in a saucepan, and when melted, add
Jbe "mixture and stir constantly until
it is smooth and done. Serve on hot
buttered toast and garnish prettily
with parsley.
Aspic Salad One and a half pints
good chicken broth, season, and add
four drops lemon juice. Have soake.l
half box gelatine, add to broth and
pour a little into mould. When partly
net, lay ou cooked peas, rims of rad
dish and bits of string beans, then
more jelly. Invert mould aud drop
salad on to plater, and seie with
rim of curly parsley. This salad may
be varied by bedding iu he jelly bits
of lobster or sweetbread or diced
chicken. i
DE. TALMAGFS SEEMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BYTHE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "Perils of the Metropolis" The
Luxury and the Squalor of Great Cities
Thrown Into Violent Contrast Object
Lessons Drawn From Experience.
Text: "Wisdom crieth without; she ut
tereth her voice in the streets." Proverbs
i., 20.
We are all ready to listen to the voices of
nature the voices of the mountain, the
voices of the sea, the voices of the storm,
the voices of the star. As in some of the
cathedrals In Europe there Is an organ at
either end of the building, and the one in
strument responds musically to the other,
so in the great cathedral of nature day re
sponds to day and night to night and
flower to flower and star to star in the
great harmonies of the universe. The
springtime Is an evangelist in blossoms
preaching of God's love, and the winter is
a prophet white bearded symbolizing
woo against our sins. We are all ready to
listen to the voices of nature, but how few
of us learn anything from the voices of the
noisy and dusty street? You go to your
mechanism and to your work and to your
merchandise, and you come back again,
and often with how different a heart you
pass through 'the streets. Are there no
things for us to learn from these pave
ments over which we pass? Are there no
tufts of, truth growing up between these
cobblestones, beaten with the feet of toll
and pain and pleasure, the slow tread of
old age and the quickstep of childhood?
Aye, there are great harvests to be reaped,
and now I thrust in the sickle because the
harvest is ripe. "Wisdom orieth without:
she uttereth her voice in the streets."
In the first place, the street impresses
me with the fact that this life is a scene of
toll and struggle. By ten o'clock every day
the city is jarring with wheels, and shuff
ling with feet, and humming with voices,
and covered with the breath of smoke
stacks, and a rush with traffickers. Once
in awhile you find a man going along with
folded arms and with leisurely step, as
though he had nothing to do; but for the
most part, as you And men going down
these streets on the way to business, there
Is anxiety in their faces, as though they
had some errand which must be executed
at the first possible moment. You are
jostled by those who have bargains to
make and notes to sell. Up this ladder
with a hod of bricks, out of this bank, with
a roll of bills, on this dray with a load of
goods, digging a cellar, or shingling a roof,
or shoeing a horse, or building a wall, or
mending a watch, or binding a book. In
dustry, with her thousand arms and thou
sand eyes and thousand ,feet goes on sing
ing her song of work, work, work, while
the mills drum it and the steam whistles
fife It. All this not because men love toil.
Some one remarked, "Every man is as lazy
as he can afford to be." But it l because
necessity with stern brow and with uplifted
whip stand over you ready whenever you
relax your toil to make your shooidera
sting with the lash.
Can it be that passing up and down
these streets on your way to work and
business that you do not learn anything
of the world's toll and anxiety and
struggle? Oh, how many drooping hearts,
how many eyes on tbe watch, how many
miles traveled, how many burdens carried,
how many losses suffered, how many
battles fought, how many victories gained,
how many defeats suffered, how many ex
asperations endured; what losses, what
hunger, what wretchedness, what pallor,
what disease, what agony, what despalrl
Sometimes I have stopped at the corner of
the street as the multitudes went hither
and yon, and it has seemed to me a great
pantomime, and as I looked upon It my
heart broke. This great tide of human life
that goes down the street is a rapid, tossed
and turned aside, and dished ahead, and
driven back beautiful in its confusion,
and confused in its beauty. In the carpeted
aisles of the forest, in the woods from
which the eternal shadow is never lifted,
on the shore of the sea over which iron
coast tosses the tangled foam sprinkling
the cracked cliffs with a baptism of whirl
wind and tempest, is the best place to
study God, but in the rushing, swarming,
raving street is the best place ts study
man.
Going down to your place of business
and coming home again, I charge you to
look about see these signs of poverty, of
wretchedness, of hunger, of sin, of bereave-.
mont and as you go through the streets,
and come back through the streets, gather
up In the arms of your prayer all the sor
row, all the losses, all the sufferings, all
the bereavements of those whom you pass,
and present them In prayer before an all
sympathetic. God. In the great day of
eternity there will be thousands of persons
with whom you In this world never ex
changed one word, will rise up and call'
you blessed, nnd there will be a thousand
lingers pointed at you in heaven, saying:
"Tuat Is the man, that is the woman, who
helped me when I was hungry and sick and
wandering and lost and heartbroken. That
Is the man, that is the woman," and the
blessing will come down upon you as
Christ shall say: "I was hungry, and ye
fed Me; I was naked, and ye clothed Me; I
was sick and in prison, and ye visited Me;
Inasmuch as ye did it to these poor waifs of
the streets, ye did it to Me."
Again, the street impresses me with the
fact that all classes and conditions of so
ciety must commingle. We sometimes cul
ture a wicked excluslveness. Intellect de
spises ignorance. Refinement will havo
nothing to do with boorishness. Gloves
hate the sunburned hand, and the high
forehead despises the fiat head, and the
trim hedgerow will have nothing to do
with the wild copsewood, and Athens hates
Nazareth. This ought not so to be. The
astronomer must come down from the
starry revelry and help us in our naviga
tion. The surgeon must come away from
his study of the human organism and set
our broken bones. The chemist must come
away from his laboratory, where he has
been studying analysis and synthesis, and
help us to understand the nature of the
soils. I bless God.that all classes of peo
ple are compelled to meet on the street.
The glittering couch wheels clashes against
the scavenger's cart. Fine robes run
against thr peddler's pack. Robust health
meets wan sickness. Honesty confronts
fraud. Every class of people meets every
other class. Impudence and modesty,
pride and humility, purity and beastliuoss,
frankness and hypocrisy, meeting on the
same block. In tbe same street, in the same
city. Oh, that U what Solomon meant
whck he said, "The rich and the poor meet
together; the Lord Is the Maker of them
all."
I like this democratic principle of the
gospel of Jesus Cbrist which recognizes
the fact that we stand before God ono and
the samepl.'itform. Do not tako on auy
airs. Whatever rosition you have gained
in society you are nothing but a man,
born of the same parent, regenerated by
the same spirit, cleansed by the same
blood, to lio down in tbe same dust, to got
up in the samo resurrection. It Is hih
time that we all acknowledged not only
the l iitticrhood of God, but the brotaer-
AgalD, the street impresses me with th
fact that it is a very hard thing for a man
to keep his heart right and get to heaven.1'
Infinite temptations spring upon us fromi
these places of public concourse. Amid
so much affluence, how much' temptation,
to covetousness and to be discontented
with our humble lotl Amid so.'mny op
portunities for overreaching, what tempta
tion to extortionl ,Amld so much display,
what temptation to vanity! Amid so many,
saloons of strong drink, what alurement;
to dissipation! In the maelstroms and',
hell gates of the street how many make,
quick and eternal shipwreck! If a
man-of-war comes back from a bat-
tie and Is towed Into the navy,
yard, we go down to look at the;
splintered spars and count the bullet holes:
and look with patriotic admiration on the
flag that floated In victory from the mast-i
head. But that man Is more of a curiosity,
who has gone through thirty years of tha,
sharpshootlng of business life and yet saila
on, victor over the temptations of thai
street. " Oh, how many have gone dowa
under the pressure, leaving not so much aa(
the patch of canvas to tell where they per
ishedl They never had any peace. Their
dishonesties kept tolling in their ears. Xfj
I had an ax and could split open the beams'
of that fine house, perhaps I would find ln!
the very heart of It a skeleton. In his very,
best wine there i3 a smack of poor man's
sweat, Oh, it is strange that when man
has devoured widows' houses he is dis
turbed with indigestion? All the forces of
nature are against him. The floods are
ready to drown him and the earthquake to
swallow him and the fires to consume him
and the lightnings to smite him. But the
children of God are on every street, and in
the day when the crowns of heaven are
distributed some oi the brightest oi them
will be given to those men who were faith
ful to God and faithful to the soula of
others amid the marts of business, proving ,
themselves the heroes of the street.!
Mighty were their temptations, mighty was
their deliverance and mighty shall be their
triumph. ' -
Again, the street Impresses me with thOj
fact that it Is a great, field for Christian
charity. There are hunger and suffering.
and want and wretchedness la the coun
try, but these evils chiefly . congregate in
our great cities. On every street crime
prowls, and drunkenness staggers,, and
shame winks, and pauperism thrusts out'
its hand asking for alms. Here what is
most squalid and hunger is most lean. A
Christian man, going along a street in New
York, saw a poor lad, and he stopped
and said, ''My boy, do you know how to
read and write?" The boy made no an
swer. The man asked the question twice
and thrice. "Can you read and write?"
And then the boy answered, with a tear
plashing on the back of his hand. He said
in defiance: "No, sir, doa't read nor write,
neither. God, sir, don't want me to read
and write. Didn't he take away my father;
so long ago I never remember to have seen
him? And haven't I had to go along the';
streets to get something to fetch home to
eat for the folks? And didn't I, as soon as
I could carry a basket, have to- go out and,
filck up cinders and never have no sohool
ng, sir? God don't want me to read, sir. 1
I can't read nor write, neither." Oh. these
poor wanderersl They have no chance.
Born in degradation, , a3. they get up from
their hands and knees to walk, they take
their first step on the road of despair. Let
us go forth in the name of the Lord Jesns
Christ to rescue them. Let us ministers not.i ;
be afraid of soiling our black clothes while
we go down on that 'mission. ; While w -1
are tying an elaborate knot in our cravat ! - ,
or while we are In the study rounding off
some period rhetorically wo might be say- -J
ing a soul from death and hiding a multfr
tudeofsins. O Christian laymen, go out on :
this work! If you are not willing to g9.
forth yourself, then give of your means, '
and if you are too lazy to go,"andifyou
are too stingy to. help, then get out of th ,
way and hide yourself In- the dens and ' I.
caves of the earth, lest, when Christ's
chariot come3 along the horses' hoofs
trample you into the mire. Beware lest :
the thousands of the destitute of your city
in the last great day -rise up and curse
your stupidity and yo.ur.negject, Down to
work! Lift them up."" "
One cold wlntejr'iS..dayr'a3. a; .Christian . .
man was going along the Battery in New
York, he sawa little-girl seated-a-t f ha gate,.: .- !-
shivering in the cold..; He said to - heiu . v
"My child, what do you sit there for, thi3 i
cold ' day?' ..Oh, :ahe.-,repl.led,...!'I am -,;.,
waiting for somebody to 'come and take -'
care of me:'v- -"Why," '-sld - the man,
"what makas you tjhlnk anybody will come .
and take care of ypu?"' ''Oh'," she sard,'
"my mother dlad-last week, and I was cry-.,
ing very much, and stye said: 'Don't cry,
dear, though I am gdne and your fathetis .
gone, the Lord will ;send somebody to tak
crreofyou.' ' My motnr never told'a Us;
she said .some one would-come and take
care of me, nndl 'am waiting for them to
come." -Ob,'-yeSj " they are waiting f op : ..
you. . Men who-have - money, men , who ,
have influence,' men of churches, 1 men of - ;
great hearts, gather them 'in, -gather tem -in.
It is not the will of your" Heavenly
Father that one of the'se littte dnea 'should , , .
perish. , .... .. ,
Lastly, the street impresses1 me Vlth the
fact that all- the people, ,-aro looking for , .
ward. I see expectancy written on almost
every face I meet Where yu find a thou
sand people walking, stralght.on, you only
find one stopping and'looking back. The -:
fact is, God made us all to.Jook ahead, be-,
cause we are immortal. ' In this tramp of
the multitude on the streets 1 hear the
tramp of a great host, marching anl,
marching for eternity. -Beyond the offloeJ '
the store, the shop, the street, there is C
world, populous and tremendous. Through
God's grace, may you reach that blessed
place. A great throng fills those boule
vards, and the streets - are arush with
the chariots of conquerors. ; The inhab
itants go up and down, hut they never
weep and-the never toll. !A river flows
through that city, with rounded and lux-'
urlous banks, and the trees of life, laden -with
everlasting fruitage, bend their
branches into the crystal.
No plumed hearse rattles over that pave- .
ment, for they are never sick. With im
mortal health glowing in every vein, they
know not how to die.. Those towers of
strength, those palaces of beauty, gleam
In the light of a sun that never sets. Ohj
henvenr beautiful heaven! . Heaven, .
where our' friends are! The take no . .
census in that city, for. it is. inhnb- .
Ited by "a multitude which no man '
can number.". Rank . above , ranlu.,
Host above. host.- Gallery above gallery,
sweeping all around the heavens. -Thou -.
sands of thousands.- .Millions of millions.
Blessed are they who enter in through the
gate Into that city. Oh, start for it to-, , :
dayl Through the blood of the great
sacrifice of the Son of God take up your
march to heaven. "The spirit and the
bride say, Come, and, whosoever will, let
him come and take tue water of life freely,"
Join this great throng marching heaven
ward. AH the 'ioor.-J of invitation art
open. "And I saw twelv gates, and tn
twelve gates were twelve pearls."
The Btsmarcks' New Hosting Tluce.
The bodies of Trince and Princess r:
marek were placed in the new mausuiu3
at Friederlctisrnh, Germany, a few i-'.i-ago,
Emperor William attending the