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VOL. X.
PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, JUNE 2, 1899.
NO. 37.
THE SONG OF
Wo are the maats of ships,
Nurtured for centuries 5
Storm-wind and mountain-breeze
Taught us our harmonies,
Kissed us with mother lips.
Bee how the tender and stem
Heavens have bidden us rise,
Crying, "Behold the eyes
Of stars in the faithful skies:
Lift up your heads and learn !"
IIear how the Sun doth laugh.
"Climb ye thus, sons of mine? .
Beek ye for things divine?
Yours is the sunlight wine;
Take of my warmth and quaff."
Cometh our bard, the Wind,
Bringing us songs, and saith t
"Nay, this is naught but breath;
Striving and love and death,
These 1 left, far Denind!
Josephine
THE TRAMP'S KISS. t
A wet, boisterous night. ' Along a
rain-sodden country road a man, with
his hat brim pulled forward over his
eves, slowly plodded his way. He
had left the city more than two hours
before, and its lights had disappeared
with the oncoming of the storm.
The weary pedestrian suddenly
paused and leaned on the knobbly
stick in his hand. No! he was not
mistaken; the light he had seen ema
nated from a cottage window a cot
tage that stood just off the turnpike.
Surely every heart did not beat unre
sponsive to, the ery of hunger aud
cuarity! Surely he was not doomed
to die of starvation and fatigue in this,
a Christian land!
The grimy fingers clced. tightly
about the stick, and the starving man
approached the door of the little cot
tage. The sound of voices reached
his ears as he stood for a moment ir
resolute. One was the deep, gruff
voice of a man, and the other was that
of a woman. He knocked gentlj upon
the door. It was opened, and a stal
wart yeoman appeared. The wayfarer's
eyes wandered from the cozy fire to
the repast on the table before it and
from thence to tho ruddy face above
him.
"Well, what d'ye want?" snapped
the cottager.
"A mouthful of food I'm starving,"
replied the wayfarer.
"Food, eh! thet's allays the cry,"
snarled the other. "Why don't yer
work fer it, same as Oi do? Oer away,
or Oi'll set the dog on yer!" and the
door was shut violently in the suppli
cant's face.
A low moan escaped his lips, and he
leaned heavily against the trelliswork
before the door. When at leugth he
turned from the cottage and sought the
open road a strange light had entered
his sunken eyes thj3 light of despera
tion madness! Wild, incoherent
words fell from his lips; an exultant
laugh gurgled in hi3 throat. Hark!
"What was that? Something was ap
proaching from behind.
Ah! that something was a cyclist.
He could see the small, trembling light
of the lamp aud could hear the suck
ling sound of the tires on the wet
road. The starving wretch stepped
back beneath the shadow of a tree, and
as the solitary cyclist drew near he
placed himself directly in his path.
"Great Scott, my man! where the
dickens have you sprung from?" ejac
ulated the rider, a young fellow, as ha
dropped lightly from his machine.
"It's a good job I was going easy; if
I hadn't" either you or me, or both of
us, would have been fitting subjects
for surgical research by this!" aud the
speaker gave his broad shoulders a
shake to dislodge the rain from hi3
storm cape.
"I wanted yon to stop," said the
other,, his words coming through his
set teeth.
"Indeed, and for what reason?" in
terrogated the cyclist, trying to see
the features of the last speaker.
"I I want help," and the knobbly
stick was lifted, undiscerned by the
cyclist, a few inches from the ground.
"Help, did you say? Then you're
on the road?' eh?"
:Call it that if you like, but I'm
starving!"
"Good heavens! Yes, now I see
your face I don't doubt it! Here, old
chap, for goodness sake go and get
something to eat," and the young fel
low plunged his hand in his pocket.
Suddenly a thought seemed to strike
him.
"But money would be no use to
yon," he said; "you want food, and
you can't buy that any nearer than
the town. Stay.Iknow. I am on my
way to a house half a mile further up
the road the house is called 'The
Hollies' you can't mistake it; there
are two turrets; besides, anyone will
tell you which is Mr. Templeton's
house. I will ride on ah! I see you
know Mr. Templeton; but you lrave
no occasion to be afraid of him. He's
a justice of the peace, I know, but he's
got a soft heart and if he hadn't, his
daughter has. Well, I'll just
spin along and see there's something
ready for you to eat when you arrive."
The young fellow had placed his
foot ,on the step of his bicycle to
mount when he felt the tramp's touch i
,on his shoulder. I
fVell? you understand me, didn't
"Yes I understood you, but'
THE PINES.
"Gardens that feared my blasts
Everywhere men, below;
Danger and toil and woe,
Wonders yo may not know,
All those I saw and passed.
"Nay, but new melody
Bring I to greet your ears.
Ye, without doubts or fears,
Not all in vain are the years 5
Lo, I behold the Boa!"
Long hath it called to us
Here on our mountain-sido.
Patient we wait, we bide,
Dreaming of waves and tide:
Do they not murmur thus?
Masts of the ship to be:
This is the tryst we kenp,
Hearing the unseen deep:
And we answer in our sleep.
We shall beh ld the Sou!
Preston Peabody, in Youth's Companion.
"But what?"
"Who is this Mr. Templetou whom
you just spoke about is it Robert
Templeton, the celebrated architect?"
"Yes."
"And is he related to you?"
A shade of annoyance crossed the
young fellow's face, but only for an
instant.
"No.not exactly as yet, "he replied
with a laugh. "But I may be related
to him before long at least I hope so,
as a son-in-law, you know."
"Ah! I had forgotten; he has a
daughter."
The knobbly stick lay on the ground
now, and its owner was trembling like
a leaf. With an agile spring the cy
clist seated himself in his saddle, ami
as his feet found the pedals he looked
round over his shoulder.
"Don't forget, "said he; "the house
with the turrets. I will vouch there
is, a good, square meal awaiting you."
And with that he rode away through
the drenching rain.
Robert Templeton, the world-famed
architect, sat in his study deep in
thought. From some distant portion
of the old house the sound of a girl's
fresh, young voice, singing "Love's Old
Sweet Song," reached his ears. Sud
denly the song ceased, and Robert
Templeton knew the dreaded moment'
had arrived kuew that Harold Frank
lin had called for his (Templeton's)
answer.
He had promised to give it that very
night that very hour and Franklin,
anxious lover that he was, had braved
the inclemency of that night to hear
that 'which meant either life-long hap
piness for him or a dreary drag of
"stale, flat aud unprofitable" existence.
Templeton rose from his chair and
pace I slowly, about the room.
The story he had to tell Harold
Franklin was inevitable. How would
he receive thit story? Would he, in
his great love for Clarice, laugh the
deception to scorn; or would he heap
contumely upon the narrator's head
and leave the girl who loved him for
ever? No, banish the latter thought!
Harold Franklin was a true English
gentleman not one of the soulless
creatures who sometimes pose as such
creatures of veneer and vapidity
but a man with a heart as sound as
one of the oaks of his native land; a
man who valued his fellow-creatures
for their true mind-worth aud not sole
ly ou account of their Avealth of the
world's goods.
Half an hour passed, and Templeton
was still pacing about his study, when
a firm step approached, aud a knock
sounded upon the door. Templeton
went across aud threw it wide open.
His visitor was Harold Franklin.
"And so you have come for my
answer, Harold?" said the architect,
after their formal greeting.
"les,sir," replied the young fellow,
with a quick" look in the other's face.
Templeton placed a chair for his
visitor and sat dowu facing him.
"But where is Clarice? It is neces
sary she, tooshould hear what I have
to say," he said.
"Clarice is acting the good Samar
itan to a poor fellow I met ou the
road," said Franklin. "He was faint
with hunger, so I presumed to invite
him to bite and sup beneath your roof,
Mr. Templeton. I trust my presump
tion did not overstep the bounds of
my acquaintanceship with, yourself
"Yon did perfectly right, Harold,"
interposed the elder man. "And
Clarice, you say, is attending to the
poor fellow with her own hands?"-
"Yes.sir; she preferred to do so.
A few minutes later Clarice Temple
ton entered the room, and both its
male occupants were surprised to see
her eyes were tearful. "You have
been weeping, child?" said her father,
as she sank down on the hassock at
his side.
"Yes," she said softly; "it was
something that poor man did and said
when he was bidding me good night
and thanking me for the food I had
placed before him."
Robert Templeton was, too much
engrossed with his own thoughts to
reply to what Clarice was saying.
"My child, he said, after a short
pause, it is only rign, that you
should hear what I am now about to
say. It is only right that the man
who desires to make yon hii wife.and
who is here tonight for my answer,
should know your history and mine."
The young lovers gazed wonclering
ly upon the speaker, and their handa
sought each other's instinctively.
"History, sir! I scarcely under
stand you," said Franklin. ""1 know
already that you, the most illustrious
architect of the time, were, in your
younger days, far poorer than you
now are. Have you not told me often
that your early struggles were fraught
with privation? Your history, sir, is
one that redounds to your credit."
"I do not refer to the struggles of
my youth, Harold; it is something
else something which concerns Clar
ice. It is this: Clarice is not my
daughter!"
The words were spoken at last.
"Not your daughter?" whispered
the girl, her' face blanching deathly
pale.
"Sit down again, my child, and listen
to my story. It is an old story a
common theme for novelists, but true
in my case:
"Two brothers fell in love with one
girl. One of the brothers is, studious
and aspiring; the other is wild and,
careless. The girl chooses the one
who thought of tomorrow as a time of
pleasure aud hated the plodding life
of industry. The brother who was
studious guarded his secret well;
none knew his heart was rent with un
requited love. He smiled and spoke
commonplace words to tho woman
who had unconsciously broken his
heart; but in the solitude of the night
his thoughts would ever wander from
his books to the dream that had been
shattered.
"He left his native town and settled
for a short time in Manchester. One
day he received word that the brother
who occupied the place he himself had
often dreamed to iill had been ar
rested on a charge of forgery. The,
charge was well-founded, and eventual
ly he was sentenced to 15 years' penal
servitude.
"This was two years after his mar
riage and one year after his child was
born. His wife never recovered from
the shock, and when the husband had
served but one year of his imprison
ment she was laid to rest. I reached
her side a few hours before she died.
She begged that I would take care of
the golden-haired prattler she ws
leaving behind take care of her until
he had served his period of imprison
mentj, I promised, and when the
earth closed over the body of her I
had loved I took the child away the
child that resembled the mother so
much. You were that child, Clarice."
A silence fell on the Itttle group as
Templeton finished speakiug, and the
golden head of Clarice had drooped
forward until it found rest on the ar
chitect's knee.
"And what do you expect me to
say, Mr. Templeton?" asked Franklin
at length.
"I expect to hear you say what your
heart prompts you to say."
"My heart prompts me to say that
nothing you have told me tonight has
altered my love for Clarice, and I re
peat again I love her dearly, and she
loves me; we ask your consent to our
marriage." -
"And I give it, Harold," said Tem
pleton, taking Franklin's hand and
wringing it. The young fellow stoope
and raised Clarice from her dejected
attitude, kissed her streaming face, and
they passed slowly, side by side, from
the room.
An hour later the lovers stood at
the end of the wooded drive bidding
each other good night. The rain had
ceased falling.
"Aud to think, Harold, that I, who
have always felt proud of my parent
age, should be so disillusioned; to
think that I am the daughter of a
felon!" aud as the words fell from
Clarice Templeton's lips she sought
to check the sobs that filled her bosom.
Franklin drew her throbbing form
closer to his side.
"Nay, sweetheart, let not the news
trouble you so. Yon are not to blame
for what your father did, and he, per
haps, by this is son-owing for his past
cruelty and wickedness. However,
let us try to forget him and the past
aud be happy in our mutual love and
the golden days to come."
Engrossed as the lovers were,neither
of them were cognizant of the proxim
ity of a third person a man, who
crouched in the shadow of the trees.
"Yes, forget him and the past,"
murmured the latter; "it is only right
that you should. As for him! "
aud the crouching figure stole softly
away.
"But tell me, Clarice," said Frank
lin, "tell me the cause of the tears I
saw in your eyes when you joined
your father (I shall always call him
such) aud me in his study."
"It wa3 the poor man the tramp
"He did not frighten you?" broke
in Franklin.
"Frighten me, narold! No, some
thing quite different. He said I re
minded him of one he loved a daugh
ter who is lost to bim forever and
and he asked me to to kiss him, Har
old." "And you did?" queried Franklin,
smilingly.
"Yes, I couldn't refuse. Besides,
he was an old man, you know."
Tho following day there was found
in a pool some miles away the dead
body of an unknown man.- It wag
the tramp. Til-Bits.
SCIENTIFIC MISCELLANY.
A German weaver is said to have
recently patentedjan adjustment attach
able to any loom by means of which it
is possible to bring out embroidery
Effects on woven goods. This is a
wonderful innovation, and will do
much toward revolutionizing textile
manufacturing.
. It is estimated by a competent for
iisn authority that 900 persons out of
1,000,000 die of old age, while 1200
succumb to gout, 18,400 to measles,
2700 to apoplexy, 7000 to erysipelas,
7500 to consumption 48,000 to scar
let 'fever, 25,000 to whooping cough,
30,000 to typhoid and typhus, and
7000 to rheumatism. The averages
vary according to locality but these
are considered accurate as regards the
population of the globe as a whole.
Protective ministry, that cunning
device of nature to preserve animals
from their enemies, is well shown in
the eggs of certain fishes, notably the
California shark, kuown as Groupleu
rodus francisci. The shark is of a
sluggish habit, lurking among rocks,
and its dark egg resembles a leaf of
kelp or seaweed folded up spirally.
It is deposited among the bed3 of kelp,
and clings to the leaves by the edges
of the spirals. The young shark
bursts open the end of the egg and
swims away. Another shark's egg of
the Pacific coast has tentacles, which
clasp the seaweed, and also imitate its
appearance.
Among the remarkable marine ani
mals whose habits have recently been
studied at Wood's Holl, Mass., are
the ribbon-like sea-worms called "ne
merteans. " One species frequenting
the New England coast sometimes at
tains a length as great as 22 feet, with
a width of about an inch. These
wornis are carnivorous, living on
minute inhabitants of the water. At
low tide they conceal themselves under
stones. When handled thay easily
break apart, but from such fragments
an entire worm is sometimes repro
duced. Professor Coe estimates that
a nemertean five feet in length may
contain not less thau a quarter of 0
million eggs.
Russia, according to recent advices,
promises to be a competitor with the
other countries of the world in the
production of cotton. The Trans
Caspian railway traverses a country
where last year cotton was planted on
450,000 acres, and a crop of 105,000,
000 pounds, or about 210,000 bales,
was produced, making a yield of over
230 pounds to the acre, an amount
somewhat in excess of the average
yield of this country. The industry
is now only in its infancy, and a small
amount of cotton is produced, but
with the development of the country
aud means to diminish the expense of
getting the product to market, it is
possible that some day Russia may be
considered a factor in the world's pro
duction of this article.
There appears to ba no limitation to
the industrial uses of cottonseed oil,
and these, of course, are multiplied
by the constantly developing improve
ments made in the refining processes.
A marked advance in this last respect
is that the yellow oil resulting from
the first refining process through treat
ment with alkaline solutions, now fur
ther purified by heating and filtra
tion; then the white oil of commerce
is obtained by shaking the yellow oil
with 2 to 3 per cent, of fuller's earth.
In purif vine the yellow oil about 25
per cent, of it is separated in the form
of stearin, and the latter is employed
in making candles, etc. From tho
soap stock that comes from cottonseed
oil there is likewise made a peculiar
kind of wash powder; the soap itself,
made from the oil, is used extensively
by the woolen mills of this and other
countries, and it has been found to be
special value in washing woolen goods,
which does not injure them nor cause
them to shrink. After all, however,
not much more than one-third of the
cottonseed supply is at present used
for manufacturing oil and similar prod
ucts. A Clover Thief.
Budapest, or one of its suburbs, has
one thief of whom the baffled police
force but for professional scruples
would be really proud. A real estate
agent, unable to rent for the winter
the suburban cottage which he had
occupied during the summer, locked
the gates and doors and moved back
to Budapest. One day not long ago
the city architect approached him
with reference to the sale of his prop
erty, which was desired as a site for a
public building. Tho agent named
his price.
"But," said the architect, "is not
that a little high for vacaut property?"
"Vacant property! Bless you man!
it isn't vacaut. There's a brick cot
tage on it, aud a good one."
"Really," returned the other, "you
are mistaken. I was there but yester
day, and there is no sign of a house
on your land." The owner investi
gated, and found that he was, in fact,
no longer a householder. During the
fall a gang of bricklayers had ap
peared, demolished the house a task
that consumed about a week loaded
it into carts and departed. Corre
spondence of Chicago ReccU'd,
DB. TALMAGE'S SEKH0N.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "Turned to Darkness" A Graphic
Word-Picture of a Godless World-
Deplorable Condition Into Which In
fidelity Would flange the World.
Text: "The sun shall be turned Into dark
ness." Acts ii., 20.
Christianity is the rising sun of our time.
and men have tried with the uprolling va
pors of skepticism and the smoke of their
blasphemy to turn the sun into darkness
Suppose the archangels of malice and hor
ror should be let loose a little while and be
allowed to extinguish and destroy the sun
In the natural heavens! They would take
the oceans from other worlds and pour
tnemon tne luminary or tue planetary svs
tem, and the waters go hissing down amid
the ravines and the caverns, and there is
explosion after explosion until there are
only a few peaks of tire left In the sun, and
inese are cooling down and. going out urn
til the vast continents of llame are reduced
to a small acreage of fire, and that whitens
and cools off until there are only a fow
coals left, and these are whitening and sro
ing out until there is not a spark left In all
the mountains of ashes and the valleys of
asnes and tne chasms of ashes. An extln
gulshed sun! A dead euni A buried sun!
Let all worlds wail at the stupendous ob
sequies.
Of course this withdrawal of the solar
light and heat throws our earth Into a uni
versal chill, and the tropics become the
temperate, and the temperate becomes the
arctio.and there are frozen rivers and frozen
lakes and frozen oceans. From arctic to an
tarctic regions the inhabitants gather in
toward the center and find tht equator as
the polos. The slain forests are piled up
into a great bonfire, and around them
gather the shivering villages and cities.
The wealth of the coal mines is hastily
poured Into the furnaces and stirred into
rage of combustion, but soon the bonfires
begin to lower, and the furnaces begin to
go out, and the nations begin to die. Coto-
paxl, Vesuvius, Etna, Stromboli, California
geysers, cease to smoke, and the ice of
hailstorms remains unmelted In their
crater. All the flowers have breathed their
last breath. Ships with sailors frozen at
the mast, and helmsmen frozen at the
wheel, and passengers frozen In tho cabin.
All nations dying, first at the north and
then at the south. Child frosted and dead
in the cradle. Octogenarian frosted and
dead at the hearth. Workmen with frozen
band on the hammer and frozen foot on-the
shuttle. Winter from sea to sea. All con
gealing winter. Perpetual winter. Globe
of frigidity. Hemisphere shackled to hem
isphere by chains of ice. Universal Nova
Zambia. The earth an ice floe grinding
against other ice floes. The archangels of
malice and horror have done their work,
and now they may have their thrones of
glacier and look down upon the ruin they
have wrought. What the destruction of
tho sun In tb natural heavens would be
to our physical earth the destruction of
Christianity would be to the moral world.
The sun turned Into darkness!
Infidelity in our time is considered a
jreatjoke. There are people who rejoice
to hear Christianity caricatured and to hear
Christ assailed with quibble and quirk and
misrepresentation and badinage and harle
quinade. I propose to-day to take Infidel
ity and atheism out of the realm of jocu
larity into one of tragedy and show you
ivhat infidels propose and what, if they are
mccessful, they will accomplish. There
are those in all our communities who would
like to,' see the Christian religion over
thrown and who say the world would be
better without It. I want to show you
what is the end of this road, and what is
the terminus of this crusade, and what this
world will be when atheism aud infidelity
bave triumphed over it, if they can, I say.
If they can. I reiterate it. If they can.
In the first place, it will be the complete
and unutterable degradation of woinan-
bood. I will prove it by facts and argu
ments which no honest man will dispute.
In all communities and cities and States
and nations where the Christian religion
has been dominant woman's condition has
been ameliorated and improved, and she is
deferred to and honored in a thousand
things, and every gentleman takn3 off his
hat before her. If your associations have
been good, you know that the name of
wife, mother, daughter, suggest "gracious
surroundings. You know there are no bet
ter schools and seminaries In this country
than the schools and seminaries- for our
young ladies. You know that while wom
an may suffer injustice in England and the
United States, she has more of her rights
in Christendom lhan she has anywhere
else.
Now, compare this with woman's condi
tion in lands where Christianity has made
little or no Jadvance in China, in Barbay,
in Borneo, in Tartary, iuIEgypt, in Hindus
tan. The Burmese soil their wives and
daughters as so many sheep. The Hindoo
Bible makes it disgraceful and an outrage
for a woman to listen to music or look out
of the window in the absence of her hus
band and gives as a lawful ground for di
vorce a woman's beginning to eat before
her husband has finished his meal. What
mean those white bundles on the ponds and
rivers In China in the morning? Infanticide
following infanticide. Female children de
stroyed simply because they are females.
Woman harnessed to the plow as an ox.
Woman veiled and barricaded and In all
styles of cruel seclusion. Her birth a mis
fortune. Her life a torture. Her death a
horror. The missionary of the cross to
day in heathen lands preaches generally to
two groups a group of men who do as
tbey please and sit where they please; the
other group, women hidden and care
fully secluded in a side apartment, where
they may hear the voice of the preacher,
but may not be seen. No refinement. No
liberty. No hope for this life. No hope for
the life to come. Kinged nose. Cramped
foot. Disfigured face. Euibruted sou).
Now, compare those two conditions.
How far toward luls latter condition that
I speak of would woman go if Christian in
fluences were withdrawn and Christianity
were destroyed? It is only a question of
dynamics. It an object be nrted to a cer
tain point and not fastened there and the
lifting power be withdrawn, how long be
fore that objeet will fall down to the
point from which it started? It
will fall down, and it will go
still farther than the point from which
it started. Christianity has lifted woman
up from the very depths of degradation
almost to the skies. If that lifting power
be withdrawn, sne falls clear back to the
depth from which she was resurrected,
not going any lower, because there is no
lower depth, and yet notwithstanding the
fact that the salvation of woman from
degradation and woe is t tie Christian re
ligioc and the only influence that has
ever lifted her in the social scales 13
Christianity I have read that there are
women who reject Christianity. I make
no remark in regard to those persons. In
the silence, of your own soul make your ob
servations. If infidelity triumph and Christianity be
overthrown, it means the demoralization
of society. The one Idea in the Bible that
atheists and Uriels most Lat to the idea
of retribution. Take away the Idea of re
tribution and punishment from society,1
and it will begin very soon to disintegrate,,
and take away from the minds of men tiie1
fear of hell, and there are a great many of
them who would very soon turn this world
into a hell. The majority of those who are
indignant against tho Bible because of the
idea of punishment are men whose lives ara
bad or whose hearts are Impure and who
hate the Bible because of the idea of fu
ture punishment, for the same reason that
heard this brave talk about people fearing'
nothing of the consequences of sin in tha
next world, and I have made up my mind
it is merely a coward's whistling to keep
his courage up. I have seen men flaunt
their immoralities in the face of the com-.'
munity, aud I have heard them defy tha
judgment day and scon at the idea of any
further consequence of their sin, but when,;
they came to die they shrieked until you
could hear them for nearly two blocks, and
in the summer night the neighbors got up
to put the windows down, because they
could not endure the horror.
The mightiest restraints to-day against
theft, against immorality, against libertin
ism, against crime of all sorts tha
mightiest restraints are the retributions of
eternity. Men know that they can escape
the law, but down in the offenders' soul
there is tho realization of the fact that
they cannot escape God. He stands at the
end of the road of profligacy, and He will
not clear the guilty. Take ail idea of re
tribution and punishment out of tha
hearts and minds of men, and it would not
be long before our cities would become
Sodoms. The onlv restraints aarainst the
evil nassions of the world to-dav are Eibla
restraints.
Suppose now these generals of atheism
and infidelity got the victory and suppose
they marshaled a great army madt up of
tue majority 01 tue world. Tney are in
companies, in regiments, In brigades the
whole army. Forwrd, march! ye hosts of
Infidels and atheists, banners flying be
fore, banners flying behind, banners in
scribed with the words: "No God! No
Christl No Punishmsnt! No -Restraints!
Down With the Bible! Do as You Please!"
The sun turned into darkness!
Forward, march! ye great army of in
fidels and atheists. Anil first of all you
will attack the churches. Away with those
houses of worship! They have been stand
ing there so long deluding the people with
consolation in their berea vements and sor
rows. All those churches ought to be ex
tirpated; they have done so much to re
lieve the lost and bring home the wander
ing, and they have so long held up the
idea of eternal rest nrter the paroxysm or
this life is over. Turn the St. Peters and
St. Pauls and the temples and tabernacles
into clubhouses. Away with those churches!
But on, ye great army of infidels and,
atneists, on! They will attempt to scale
hnven. There are heights to be taken.
Pile hill on hill, and Peiionupon Ossa 'and -
then they hoist tho ladders against the
walls of heaven. On and on until they blow
up the foundations of jasper and the gates
of pearl. They charge up the steep. Now
tney aim ror tne tnrone of Him who livetli
forever and ever. They would take down
from Their high place the FatUer, the Son,
and the Holy Ghost. "Down with Them!
tney say. "Down with Them from the
throne!" they say. "Down forever! Down
out of sight! He is not God. He has no
right to sit there. Down with Him! Down
with Christ!"
A world without a head, a universe with
out a king. Orphan constellations. Father
less galaxies. Anarchy supreme. A de
throned Jehovah. An assassinated God.
Patricide, regicide, deicide. That is what
they mean. TUat is what they will have.
if they can. 1 say, if they can. Civiliza
tion hurled back into selnibarbarisra, and
semibarbarism driven back into Hottentot
savagery. The wheel of progress turned
the other way and turned toward the dark
ages. The clock of the centuries put back
2000 years. Go back, you Sandwich IsN
ands, from your schools, and from yom;
colleges, and from your reformed condi
tion, to what you were in 1820, when tha
missionaries first came. Call home the 50(1
missionaries from India and overthrow
their 2000 schools, where they are trying to
educate the heathen, and scatter the 140,-
000 little children that they have gathered
out of barbarism into civilization. Obliter
ate all the work of Dr. Duff ia India, of
David Abeel in China, of Dr. King In
Greece, of Judson in Burma, of David
Brainerd amid the American aborigines,
and send home the 3000 missionaries of the
cross who aro toiling in foreign land's, toil
ing for Christ s sake, toiling themselv3
nto the grave. Tell these 3000 men of God
that they are of no u.e. Send home the
medical missionaries who are doetorinpt
the bodies as well as the souls of the dying
nations. Go home, L.ondon Missionary
anflptvl fin linmn Amtiriniin hnar.i nf
foreign missions! Go home, ye Moravians,
and relinquish back Into darknesj aud
squalor and death the nations whom ye
have begun to lilt.
From such n chasm of individual, na
tional, worldwide ruin, stand back. Oh,
young men stand back from that chasml
You see the practical drift of my sermon.
I want you to know where that road leads.
Stand back from that chasm of ruin. The
time is going to come (you and I may not
live to see it, but it will come, just as cer
tainly as there is a God, it will come) when
the infidels and the atheists who openly
and out and out and aboveboard preaoti
and practice Infidelity and atheism, will be
considered as criminals against society, as
they ara now criminals against God." So
ciety will push out the leper, and the wretch,
Witn soul gangrened and leuorous and ver
min covered and rotting apart with hia
bestiality will be left to die In the ditch
and be denied decent burial, and men will
come with spades and cover up the car
cass where it falls, that it poison not the air,
and the only text in all the Bible appropriate
for the funeral sermon will be Jeremiah
xxii., 19, "He shall be buried with the
bur a! of an ass."
At the beginning God said, "Let there be
icrht." and light was. .ind light is, and
light shall be. So Christianity is rolling
on, and it is going to warm all nations, and
ah nutions aro to busk in its licht. Men
may shut the window bliuds so they can
not see it, or they may smoke the pipe of
speculation until they are shadowed under
their own vaporing, but the Lord God is a
sun! This wnlte lignt or tae gospel maae
up of all the beautiful colors of earth and
heaven violet clucked from amid the
spring grass, and the indigo of the south- '
ern jungles, and tne plue of tne skies, ana
the green of the foliage, and the yellow of
the autumnal woods, and the orange of the
southern groves, and tho red of the sun
sets. All the beauties of earth and heaven
brought out by this spiritual spectrum.
Great Britain is going to take all Europe
for God. The United States are going to
take America for God. Both of them to-
... ... .i . -1 - f r' ,1 All
threo of them will take Africa for Ood.
cetner win irko au ash iur wvu.
'Who art thou. O great mountain? Before
Zerrubbabel thou shalt become a plain."
"The mouth of the Lord hath spoken it."
Hallelujah, amen!
The Free Churches i England 4
The dissentine free churches bave m
larger membership and a stronger power in
tha United Kingdom that has tho eetab-