Companions.
I sot sail on Life's young voyage,
.Xvras upon a stormy sea;
r t to cheer me night and day,
iLttfb the perils of the way,
TVith meent companions three
-bree companions kind and faithful,-
True as friend and dear as bride;
Tfredlos of the stormy rather,
fiam
If! Uill'u tl-lGjr v-tuuv. wvkuj ,
smiling ac my side.
0;ie was Health, my lusty comrade,
(Try -cheeked and stout of limb;
pj.uH1 111 v l)0ard was scan f cheer,
rilniy drink but water clear,
I was tliankful, blessed with him.
0.o was mild-eyed Peace of Spirit,
vn;". though storms the welkin swept,
r,i t bugh tempests howled defianca.
gmoi'th'd my pillow when I slept.
lln0 wa? Hope, my dearest comrade,
ever absent from my breast,
Brightest in the darkest days,
gindt'st in the roughest ways,
Pearcr far than all the rest.
i 1 TTT lit
An'
thtuigli neitner weaim nor ocauon
Journovod with me o'er the sea,
Stout of heart, all danger scorning,
Vauht cared I in Life's young morning
' For their lordly company.
T;t alas! ere night has darkened,
" I have lost companions twain;
;n,l the third, with tearful eyes,
Worn and wasted often flies,
5Ut a soft returns again.
u,i instead of those departed,
Spectres twain around mo flit;
pointing: each with shadowy finger,
'i;htly at my couch they linger,
paiiy at my board they sit.
Ob. that I so blindly followed
In the hot pursuit of Wealth!
Though I've gained the prize of gold,
Eves are dim and blood is cold
I have lost my comrade Health.
flVe is me that Fame allaied me
he so false, and I so blind!
Sweet her smiles, but in the chase
I have lost the happy face
Of mv comrade Peace of Mind!
Last of all my dear companions,
Hovk?, sweet Hope! befriend me yet
Po not from my side depart,
Do not leave my lonely heart
All to darkness and regret
Short and sad is now my voyage
O'er a gloom-encompassed sea,
Put not cheerless altogether,
Whatsoe'er the. wind and weather,
Will it seem, if blessed with thee.
The Widow's Daughter.
BY SERGT. BADGER.
Ia the winter of 1864, while a portion
i. iU V V 1 , T , 4.
al Hi" rCLTini'Jui, tuc lura. iveuiv-
Cavalry, was at Pleasant Valley,
ill, to obtain a remount, word was re
ceived by the post commander that a
Confederate scout named Wm.
Baxter but who was known to U3 as
'Billy Bowlegs" was on a visit to his
mother who lived between the Poto
mac at that point aad a village in Vir
ginia called L'niontown. There were a
Vmabar of CoL Kane's "Bucktails''
scociag for the Federals and making
feint Valley their headquarters, and
I had been detailed on several occa
im for scont "service, and had made a
?ol record I was instructed to select
vemea and cross the river and secure
"Billv" dead or alive. The fact that
lie wis at home was fully established,
and the location of the farm house was
sowp to two of the men who accom
panied me. "We were ferried across the
otomac one evening at dusk just where
ithe lorn? hi7hwav bridce had been
o o J o
turned and then we had a walk of about
kleven miles to make.
m w
ess man and a handv shot, we didn't
p?ure that it needed five men to cap-
'irehim. The country between the
ana iniontown was then overrun
T'ith bushwhackers and guerrillas, and
F-anticipated more or less trouble
iith them.
I he scout had been twice captured by
;i- F e lends, and he was described to
15 of slender build, medium height,
alt cjmplexion aad dark eyes. Enough
known about his nerve to know
Rat he would not, hp. t-iken alive if he
any show to fight, and therefore as
r-'H irorri arrnw n tip r we were
piously wondering how we should get
F him. If we knocked at the door he
would
jo alarmed and have time to arm
td. If we broke it in we might and
robahir cV,
Si-h. clear night, rather cold, and we
Qua;r about for half an hour before adopt
u? a plan. Then we decided to break
F the doors. Two nf ii went t.n thft
IU"t and two tn thp hrc door, while
fifth man stood ready to receive the
pcout in case he dropped from a second-
rory window supposed to be in his bed-
We crept softlv up, and at a
R)r.i, 1 i. I
both doors were burst . JNo,
lf?y weren't ! Neither of them gave an
Uarta the pressure, and m response
Uerlout:
is it, and what's wanted?"
if ...
Uen -lin Ann n n-o'll hroot it.
I Kill, II I II I 111 i W I . II L J 1 W
. "
ait one minute!"
Sh
e struck a light, and we heard her
lQ.fr nTiAlif nrA i n n Annnla rf mln.
ltes the front door opened and a gray-
-wvjui. ULLU. Ill U UUU Uk Ul 1U1U
laire woman of 45 stood there with a
"VI UilUU,
"Union soldiers, eh? Come right in,"
saii smiling as if glad to see us.
1 Posted three of the men around the
fUSe and ente.rprl with tha ipp nnrt
Sou as I was inside, I said:
"Madam, we have come for your son.
We know he 'is here. Wo shall take
him dead or alive."
"Oh, you have come for Billy, have
you!" exclaimed a girl about 18 years oi
age who came running down stairs at
that moment. ''Excuse me, gentlemen,
for not being fully dressed, but y ou see
you didn't send us any word."
She laughed in a merry way, while
the mother smiled good-naturedly. She
had on a neat fitting calico dress, a rib
bon at her throat, and except that her
hair looked "tumbled" she looked as
well prepared as if she expected our
coming.
"Yes, Jennie, they want Billy," said
the mother as she placed the candle on
a stand.
"And we are bound to take him, dead
or alive !" I added in a loud voice, sus
pecting the scout was within hearing.
"Oh, how sorry!" laughed the girl
"If brother Billy had only known you
were coming ! But ho didn't, you see,
and so he went away at dark. He'll
never forgive himself never."
"We must search the house," I said.
"Oh, certainly. Mammy, you light
another candle and I'll show the gentle
men around. Perhaps the sight of
Billy's old clothes will do 'em good.
"Well, sir, we hunted that house from
attic to cellar, and all we found was an
old suit of Billy's clothes. The scout
had skipped, and the b -st I could do
was to apologize to mother and daugh
ter, accept a midnight luncheon at the
hands of the latter, and take the back
track for the river. I'll own up, too,
that I was "dead gone' on Jennie before
I left, and that I said to her, as I
squeezed her hand at parting:
"When the war is over I'm comins to
ask you to be my wife."
"And and I'll say say y-e-s." she
whispered in my ear.
We got back to the ferry soon after
daylight and there met a Union fanner
living neighbor to the widow. When he
heard what we had been up to he asked:
"Was the widder all alone?"
"No; her daughter Jennie was there."
"Daughter Jennie! Describe her."
"Good locking girl of medium height,
black eves and hair, and a sweet talker.
I'm going back to marry her after the
war is over."
"Bet you a farm you dju't! That ar'
gal Jennie was nobody else but that ar'
scout, Billy Bowlegs! He jist jumped
into some of hi3 mammy's clothes, and
you pig heads couldn't see through it!"
He was right. I met Billy in Har
per's Ferry after the war and he wanted
to know if I had taken out the marriage
license yet Detroit Free Press.
(Jueer Smuggling Devices. .
In Paris there exists an interesting
museum, since tne existence oi tne
octroi dues which are levied upon a
great variety of articles, a good many
people who in other regards are proba
bly honest enough, are induced to en
deavor to defraud the revenue. In this
museum are kept some scores of the
most clever devices of professional or
amateur smugglers which have from
time to time been seized at the barriers
of the city or at the custom houses
throughout the country. Most of them
are exceedingly ingenious, and some are,
indeed, of a nature to suggest that in
France even smugglers possess wit.
What aDDears at a casual dance to be
a block of Carrara marble is reallv a
- w
painted sheet iron box. It arrived at
the frontier in a train from Italy, along
with five similar ones. A curious de
pression on one of the blocks aroused
the suspicions of a custom house official
and, upon official examination, the trick
was discovered. The boxes were filled
with ballast to make them heavy, and
at the bottom of each lay $5000 worth
of Venetian lace! A pile ot innocent
looking logs of firewood, such as are
burned in Paris, were found
to be hollow metal tubes, covered with
the bark of trees, and filled with dutia
ble liquors. But the most amusing ar
ticle in the collection is a tin footman,
who formerly graced the box of a sty
lish equipage which passed through the
gates every afternoon, bearing the emi
nently respectable and gentlemanly
owner on his daily drive. For a while
the customs officers went through the
form of searching the carriage or asking
for dutiable wares, but when it became
apparent that the owner was simply a
crpntlpman out for an ainnff witn a
gentleman out for
stately coachman and an impassive, stu-
o
pid footman, they took to touching
their caps and allowing the turn-out to
pass unquestioned. One day, after sev-
.......
eral months of this friendly capping, a
jolt threwlhe footman to the ground
before the eyes of the officers, who
infr blood of the unfortunate lackey.
The blood turned out to be champagne
. . . .
I ha lnlliroH fflMTTian ft tlTi MAP in
1 II II 1 1.1 1 1 1 111 V A V V V U V A uhw wa
which the master of the
carriage
had
been smuggling for months.
Mattie persisted in running off to a
neighbor's, and her mother said: "If
you go out of that gate again, Mattie, I'll
whip you."
In a short time Mattie was discovered
on forbidden ground, and was led home.
"Now, Mattie, what did I tell you?"
"Mamma, I didn't go out of the gate.
I climbed over the fence." Epoch.
R"EV TYR TATMACxF, f
XV 1 V X,AV U11LJVJ A-J
THF BROOKLYN DIVINE'S SUNDAY
SERMON.
Subject: "Forbidden Honey."
Text: "I did but taste, a little honey with
the end of the rod thai was in my hand, and
lo! I must die." I Samuel si v., 43.
The honey bee is a most ingenious architect,
a Christopher Wren among insects, a geome
ter drawing hexagons and pentagons, a free
booter robbing the fields of pollen and aroma,
a wondrous creature of God, whose biography,
written by Huber and Swammerdam, is an
enchantment for any lover of nature. Virgil
celebrated the bee in his fable of Aristaeus,
and Moses, and Samuel, and David, and Solo
mon, and Jeremiah, and Ezekiel, and St.
John usod the delicacies of bee manufacture
as a Bible symbol. A miracle of formation is
the bee: five eyes, two tongues, the outer hav
ing a sheath of protection, hair on all sides of
its tiny body to brush up the particles of
flowers ; its flight so straight that all the world
knows of the bee line. The honeycomb is a
palace such as no one but God could plan
and the honey bee construct; its cells
sometimes a dormitory, sometimes a store
house, and sometimes a cemeterv. These
winged toilers first make eight " strips of
wax, and by their antenna), which are to
them hammer and chisel, and square and
plumb line, fashion them for use. Two
and two, these workers shape the wall.
If an accident happen they put up but
tresses or extra beams to remedy the dam
age. When about the year 1776 an insect,
before unknown, in the night time attacked
the beehives all over Europe, and the men
who owned them were in vain trying to plan
something to keep out the invader that was
the terror of the beehives of the continent, it
was found that everywhere the bees had ar
ranged for their own protection, and built
before their honeycombs an especial wall of
wax, with port-holes through which the bees
might go to and fro, but not large enough to
admit the winged combatant, called the
Sphinx Atropos.
Do you know that the swarming of the bees
is divinely directed? The mother bee starts
for a new home, and because of this the other
bees of the hive get into an excitement which
raises the heat of the hive son:e four degree,
and they must die unless they leave their
heated apartments, and they follow the
mother bee and alight 0:1 the branch of a
tree, and cling to each other and. hold on
until a committee of two or three have ex
plored the region and found the hollow of a
tree or rock not far off from a stream of
water, and they here set up a new colony,
and ply their aromatic industries, and give
themselves to the manufacture of the saccha
rine edible. But who can tell the chemistry
of that mixture of sweetness, part of it the
very life of the bee and part of it the life of
the fields?
Plenty of the luscious product was hang
ing in the woods of Beth-aven during the
time of Saul and Jonathan. Their army was
in pursuit of an enemy that by God's com
mand must be exterminated. The soldiery
were positively forbidden to stop to eat any
thing until the work was done. If they diso
beyed they were accursed. Coming through
the woods they found a place where the bees
had been busy, a great honey manufactory.
Honey gathered in the hollow of the trees
until it had overflowed upon the ground in
great profusion of sweetness. All the army
obeyed orders and touched it not save Jona
than, and he not knowing the military order
about abstinence,dipped the end of a stick he
had in his hand into the candiel liquid, and
as, yellow and brown,and tempting, it glowed
on the end of the stick he put it to his mouth
and ate the honey. Judgment fell upon him,
and but for special intervention he would
have been slain. In my text Jonathan an
nounces his awful mistake: "I did but taste
a little honey with the end of the rod that was
in my hand, and, lo, I must die." Alas, what
multitudes of people in all ages have been
damaged by forbidden honey, by which I
mean temptation, delicious and attractive,
but damaging and destructive.
Corrupt literature,fascinwting but deathful,
comes in this cateory. Where one good,
healthful book is read now there are one
hundred made up of rhetorical trash con
sumed with avidity. When the boy in the
cars comes through with a pile of publica
tions look over the titles and notice that nine
out of every ten of the books are depleting
and injurious. All the way from New York
to Chicago or New Orleaas notie that ob
jectionable books dominate. Taste for pure
literature is poisoned bv tais scum of th
publishing houses, Every book in which sin
triumphs over virture, or in which a glamor
is thrown over dissipation, or which leaves
you at its last line with loss respect for the
marriage institution and less abhorrence
for the paramour, is a depression
of your own moral character. The
book bindery may be attractive, and the plot
dramatic and startling, and the style of
writing sweet as the honey that Jonathan
dipped up with his rod, but your best inter
ests forbid it, your moral safety forbids it,
your God forbids it, and one taste of it may
lead to such bad results that you may have
to say at the close of the experiment, or at
the close of a misimproved lu'etime: "I did
but taste a little honey with the rod that was
in my hand, and, lo, 1 must die!"
Corrupt literature is doing more to-day for
the disruption of domestic life than any other
cause. Elopements, marital intrigues, sly
cormpondence, fictitious names given at
postotiice windows, clandestine meetings in
farks, and at ferry gates, and in hotel par
ors, and conjugal perjuries, are among the
damnab'e results. When a woman, young
or old. gets her head thoroughly stuffed
with the modern novel she is in ap-
E ailing peril. But some one will say: " The
eroej are so adroitly knavish, and. the per
sons so bewitchingly untrue, and the turn
of the story so exquisite, ana all the charac
ters so enrapturing, I cannot quit them."
My brothor, my sister, you can find styles of
literature just as charmins that will elevate
and purify and ennoble, and Christianize
while they please. The devil doe not own
all the honey. There is a wealth of good
books coming forth from our publishing
houses that leaves no excuse for the choice of '
that which is debauching to body, mind and
soul. Go to some intelligent mau or woman
and ask for a list of books that will be
strengthening to your mental and moral
condition. Life is so short and your time for
improvement so abbreviated that you can
110D afford to fill up with husks and cinders
and debris. In the interstices of business
that young man is reading that which will
prepare him to be a merchant prince, and
that young woman is filling her mind with an
intel.igencethat will yet either make her the
chief attraction of a good man's home or give
her an independence of character that will
quality her to build her own homo and main
tain it in a happiness that requires no aug
mentation from any of our rougher sex. That
young man or young woman can by the right
literary and moral improvement of the spare
ten minutes here or there in every day, rise
hetid and shoulders in prosperity and charac
ter and influence above the loungers who
read nothing, or read that which bedwarfs.
See all the forests of good American litera
ture dripping with honey. Why pick up the
honeycombs that have in them the fiery bees
which will sting you with an eternal poison
while you tast.1 it? One book may for you or
me decide everything for this world and the
next. It was a turning point with me when
in Wynkoop's bookstore. Syracuse, one
day 1 picked up a 000k called "The
Beauties of Ruskin." It was only a book of
extracts, but it was all pure, honey, and
I was not satisfied until I had purchased all
his works, at that time expensive beyond an
easy capacity to own tnem, and what a
heaven I went throu?h in reading his "Seven
Lamps of Architecture" and his "Stones of
Venice" it is impossible for me to describe,
except by saying that it gave me a rapture
for good books and an everlasting disgust for
decrepit or immoral Looks that will last me
while my immortal soul lasts. All around
the church and the world to-day there are
busy hives of intelligence occupied by authors
and authoresses, from whose pen drip a dis
tillation which is the very nectar of neaven,
and why will you thrust your rod or inquisi-
n,. tha AaathM B5wviiflrina nf r&r.
fj g
StimuktingHquids also come into the
gory of temptations delicious but deal
cate-
lousay: 'Tcannot bear the taste of intoxi
cating liquor, and how any man can like it is
to me an amazement" Well, then, it is no
credit to you that vou do not taste it T)n
not brag about your total abstinence, be- i
u ia uui ai vm any principal taat you
reject alcoholism, but for the same reason j
that you reject certain styles of food you
simply don't lik the taste of them. But
multitudes of people have a natural fondness
tor all kinds of intoxicant. They like it so
much that it makes them smack their lips to
look at it. They are dyspeptic, and they
take it to aid digestion, or they are annoyed
by insomnia, and they take it to produce
sleep, or they are troubled, and they take it
to make them oblivious, or they fee
good, and they must celebrate theii
hilarity. They begin with mint julep
sucked through two straws on the Long
Branch piazza and end in tha ditch,
taking from a jug a liquid half kerosene and
half whisky. They not only like it.but it is an
all consuming passion of body,mmd and soul,
and after a while have it they will, though
one wine glass cost the temporal and eternal
destruction of themselves, and all their fam
ilies, and the whole human race. They would
say: "l am sorry it is go ng to cost me, and
my family, and all the world's population sc
very much, but here it goes to my hps, and
now let it roll over my parched tongue anc
down my heated throat, the sweetest, th
most inspiring, the moss rapturous thing
that ever thrilled mortal or immortal.'
To cure the habit before it comes tc
is last stages, various plans were tried in
olden times. This plan was recommended it
the books: When a man wanted to reform h
put shot or bullets into the cup or glass ol
strong drink one additional shot or bullet
each day, that disolaces so much liauor.
Ballet after bullet, added day by day, ol
course the liquor became less and less until
the bullets would entirely fill up the glass and
there was no room for the liquid, and by that
time it was said the inebriate would be cured.
Whether any one was ever cured in that waj
I know not, but by long experiment it U
found that the only way is to stop short off,
an i when a man does that he needs God to
help him. And there have been more case!
than you can count when God has so helped
tha man that he quit forever, and I could
count a score of them here to day, some ol
them pillars in the house of God.
One would suppose that raen would tak
warning from some of the ominous names
given to the intoxicants, and stand off from
the devastating influence. You have noticed
for instance, that some of the restaurants arc
called "The Shades," typical of the fact that
it puts a man's reputation in the shade, and
his morals in the shade, and his prosperity in
the shade, and his wife and children in the
shade, and his immortal destiny in the shade.
Now, I find on some of the liquor signs
in all our cities the words: "Old Crow,"
mightily suggestive of a carcass, and the
filthy raven that swoops upon it. "Old Crow!"
Men and women without numbers slain of
rum but unburied, and this evil is pecking at
ther glazed eyes, and pecking at their bloated
cheek, and pecking at their destroyed man
hood and womanhood, thrusting beak and
cl? w into the mortal remains of what once
was gloriously alive but now morally dead.
Old Crow!" But alas, how many take
no warning. They make mo think of
Caesar on his . way to assassination, fearing
nothing ; though his statue in the hall crashed
into fragments at his feet, and a scroll con
taining the names of the conspirators was
thrust into his hands, yet walking right on to
meet the dagger that was to take his life.
This infatuation of strong drink is so mighty
in many a man that, though his fortunes are
crashing, and his health .s crashing, and his
domestic interests are crashing, and we hand
him a long scroll containing the names of
perils that await him, he goes straight on to
physical, and mental, and moral assassina
tion. In proportion as any style ot alcohol
ism is pleasant to your tasto. and stimulating
to your nerves, and for a time delightful to
all your physical and mental constitution, is
the peril awful. Remember Jonathan nd
the forbidden I oney in tb woods of Beth
aven. Furthermore, the gamesters indulgence
must be put to tne list of t -tnptations deli
cious but destructive. I have crossed tho
ocean eight times, and always one of the best
rooms has, from morning till late at night,
been given up to gambling practices. 1 heard
of men who went on board with enough
money for European excursions who landed
without enough money to get their baggago
up to the hotel or railroad station. To many
there is a complete fascination in games of
hazard or the risking of money on possibili
ties. It seems as natural for them to bet as
to eat. Indeed, the hunger for food is often
overpowered with the hunger for wagers, as
in the case of Lord Sandwich, a persistent
gambler, who, not being willing to leave the
dice table long enough for the takingof food,
invented a preparation of food that he could
take without stopping the gime namely, a
slice of beef between two slices of bread,
which was named after Lord Sandwich. It
is absura for those of us who have never felt
tha fascination of the waer to speak shght
ingty of the temptation. It has s:ai:i a mul
titude of intellectual and moral giants, mn
and women stronger than you or I. l)ovvn
under its power went glorious Olivet Gold
smith, and Gibbon, the historian, and Charles
Fox, the statesman, and in olden times fa
mous Senators of the United States, who used
to be as regularly at the gambling house all
night as they were in the halls of legislation
by day. Oh, the tragedies of the faro table!
I know persons who began with a slight
stake in a ladies' parlor, and ended with
the suicide's pistol at Monte Carlo. They
played with the square piecas of bone with
black marks on them, not knowing that
Satan was playing for their bones at the same
time, and was sure to sweep all the stakes off
on his side of the table. The last New York
legislature sanctioned the mighty evil last
spring by passing a law for its defense at tne
race tracks, and many young men in these
cities lost all their wages at Coney Island
this summer, and this fall are borrowing
from the money tills of their employers or
arranging by means of false entries to adjust
their demoralized finances. Every man who
voted for the Ives pool bill has on his hands
and forehead the blood of those souls.
But in this connection some voung converts
say to me: "Is it right to play cards? Is there
any harm in a game of whist or euchre P
Y.'dll, I know good men who play whist and
euchre and other styles of game without any
wagers. I had a friend who played cards
with his wife and children, and then at the
close said: "Come, now, let us have prayers."
I wdl not judge other men's consciences, but
I tell you tjat cards are, in my mind, so as
sociated with the temporal and eternal dam
nation of soleudid young men. that I should
no sooner say to my family: "Come, let us
have a game of cards," than I would go into
w menagerie and say: "Come let us have a
game or' rattlesnakes," or into a cemetery,
and sitting down by a marble slab, say to
the grave diggers : ' 'Come, let us have a game
of skulls." Conscientious young ladies are
silently saying to me while I speak: "Do you
think card, playing will do us any harm?"
Perhaps not, but how will you feel if in the
great day of eternity, when we are asked to
give an account of our influence, some man
shall say to you: "I was introduced to games
of chance in the year 1887, in Brooklyn, at
your house, and I went on from that sport to
something more exciting, and went on down
until I lost my business, and lost my morals,
and lost my soul, and these chains that you
see on my wrists and feet are the chains of a
gamester's doom, and I am on my way to a
gambler's helL" Honey at the start, eternal
catastrophe at the last.
Stock gambling comes into the same cata
logue. It must be very exhilarating to gc
into Wall street, New ork, or Stato street,
Beston, or Third street, Philadelphia, and
depositing a small sum of money, run the risk
of taking out a fortune Many men are do
ing an honest and safe business in the stock
market, and you are an ignoramus if you do
not know that it is just as legitimato tc
deal in stocks as to deal in coffee, or sugar,
or flour. But nearly all the outsiders who
go there on a little financial excursion lose
all. The old spiders eat up the unsuspecting
flies. I had a friend who put his hand on
his hip pocket and said to me in substance:
"I have there the value of a hundred and
fifty thousand dollars." His home is to-day
penniless. What was the matter? Wall
su: cel. Of tho vast majority who a--o victim
ized you hear not one word. One great stock
firm goes down, and whole columns of news
papers discuss th9ir fraud, ,-or their dis
aster, and wo are presented with their
features and their biography. But where
one such famous firm sinks fivo hundred uu-
known men sink with them
The great
steamer goes down and all tho little boats
are swallowed in the same engulfment Gam
bling is gambling, whether in stocks, or
breadstuffs, or dice or race-track betting.
Exhilaration at the start, and a raving brain
and a shattered nervous system and a sac
rificed property and a destroyed soul at th?
last. Young man, buy no lottery tickets
purchase no prize packages, bet on no bise
ball games or yacht racing, have no faith ir
luck, answer no mysterious circulars pro
posing great income for small investment;
shoo away the buzzards that hover around
our hotels trying to entrap strangers. Go
out; and make an honest living. Have God
on your side and be a candidate for heaven.
Remember all the paths of sin are banked
with flowers at the start, and there aro
plenty of helpful hands to fetch the gay
charger to your door and hold the stirrup
while you mount. Vut further ou the horsu
plunges to the bit in r. slough inextricable.
The best honey is not like that which Jona
than took on the end of the rod and brought
to his lip, but th?t which God puts on the
banqueting table of Mercy, at which we are
all invited to sit. I was reading of a boy
among the mountains of Switzerland ascenoV
ing a dangerous pl.- with his father and the
guides. The boy stopped on the edge of the
cliff and said: ' There io a flower 1 mean to
get." "Come away from here," said the
father, "you will fall off." "No," said he, "I
must get that beautiful flower." and tho
guides rushed toward him to pull him back,
when they heard him sav: "I almost
have it," as he fell 2,003 feot. Birds of
prey were seen a few days after circling
through the air and lowering gradually to
the place where the corpse lay. Why seek
flowers on the edge of a precipice when vou
may walk knee deep amid the full blooms of
the very Paradise of God ? When a man may
sit at a king's banquet, why will he go down
the steps and contend for the gristle and
bones of a hound's kennel?
" Sweeter than honey and the honeycomb,"
says David, "is the truth of God." "With
honey out of the rock would I have satisfied
thee," says God to the recreant. Mere is
honey gathered fror the blossoms of trees of
life, and with a rod made lout of the wood of
the cross I dip it up for all your souls.
The poH; Hesiod tells of an am
brosia and a nectar tho drinking of
which would make men live forever,
and one sip of this honey from the Eternal
Rock will give you immortal life with God.
Come off of the malarial levels of a sinful
life. Come and live on the uplands of grace
where the vineyards sun themselves. Oh,
taste and see that the Lord is gracious. Be
happy now and happy forever. For those
who take a different course the honey will
turn to gall. For many things I have ad
mired Percy Shelley, the great English poet,
but I deplore the fact that it was a great
sweetness to him to dishonor God. The poem
"Queen Mab" has in it the maligning of the
deity. The infidel poet was impions enough
to ask for Rowland Hill's Surrey chapel that
he might denounce the Christian religion.
He was in great glee against God and the
truth. But he visited Italy, and one day on
the Mediterranean with two friends in a toat
which was twenty-four feet long, ho was
coming toward shore when an hour's squall
struck the water. A gentleman standing on
shore through a glass saw many boats tossed
in this squall, but all outrode the terror ex
cept one, that in which Shelley, the infidel
poet, and his two friends were sailing. That
never came ashore, but the bodies of two of
the occupants were washed upon the beach,
one of them the poet A funeral pyre was
built on the sea shore by some classic friends
and the two bodies were consumed. Poor
Shelley i He would have no God while he
lived and he probably had no God when he
difld. "The Lord knoweth the way of the
righteous, but the way of the ungodly shall
Derish." Beware of the forbidden honey:
' The Anti-Liquor Crusade.
In contradiction to other reports concern
ing Maine, Neal Dow's latest utterance is as
follows:
"Many years ago the people of Maine con
sumed more strong drink than any other
State in the Union. Mr. Blaine, writing on
the subject, said that at oae time "no people
in the country used such enormous quantities
of liquor as did the people of this State. To
day we can say that no State in . the Union
uses so little. Mr. Blaine has also said that
no State has prospered so remarkably during
the last twenty years as Maine. There is a
cause for all this change. Temptation for
strong drink has been put out of the way.
Years ago there were great industries carried
on here. The lumber trade employed a large
number of our men, and the fishing industries
a great many more. These products were
nearly all exported to the West Indies and
other southern countries, and bartered for rum
and molasses. The owners of the saw mills
and the fishermen never made the State one
dollar richtr, and the only n suits of their
industry were a population of topers, dilap
idated school houses, shiftless farmers and
decaving farm buildings.
When Blaine said that Maine is the most
prosperous State in the Union he spoke the
truth. The dilapidated buildings are being
repaired or replaced by new ones, handsome
in architecture and substantial in structure,
and the almost hopeless poverty is giving
away to vigorous industry, intelligence aud
wealth By careful estimates, this State now
saves, directly and indirectly, the sum of
$24,000,000 yearly. In face of these facts it
is a great wrong for Dr. Crosby to say that
the Maine law is a failure. All other public
interests shrink into insignificance when
compared with this quastion, and the cause
can hardly have a more dangerous barrier in
its way than statements like that of Dr.
Crosby's. They are dangerous because we
have straggled for more than a quaiter of a
century before the eyes of the nation, and if
successful our example will be followed by
every State in the Union. Such men should
be informed, so that they will never repeat
such statements as, that of the clergyman J
refer to.
The fact that the larger proportion of in
temperance has been banished ; the fact tha;
of the seventy open grog shops that flourishe i
in the city of Portland twenty-five years age
not one remains; the fact that no liquor is
now imported from the West Indies, and the
barrels of rum that once occupied acres ol
land at the Portland wharves after the un
loading of cargoes are abolished do not ali
these facts signify a progress in one direction
or the other? Were not three-fourths of th
jails empty six months after the law wa$
passed? But people say they do not under
stand why the grog shops in the larger citiet
are allowed to exist. That is the key to tha
situation. After our thirty years' of trying
to work out the great problem, people point
to a few of the larger cities and say, "Look
at Maine." It is easily seen why the putting
out of the way of such obstacles to the caus
as this is of the utmost importance. Most 0
tbe saloon-keepers, except those of Bangor,
dispose of their rum on the sly."
An Effective Argument.
A very effective temperance argument was
that used by William Duncan in a colony of
1 hristianized Indians in British Coiumbia.
A keg of whisky was obtained and scattered
over the grass in the presence of the young
recple. It destroyed all the herbage. The
Indian President of the village council then
told tbe young folks that just as it burned
the grass it would burn them if they drank it.
This festival now takes place every year. It
was inaugurated wholly by the Indians, and
there has been very little trouble with the
liquor question since. Whenever any liquor
is smuggled into the settlement it is seized
and used to burn the grass in the illustrated
lectures.
Temperance News and Notes.
Ex-Governor St. John is talking prohibi
tion in California. He has now become a pub
lic lecturer.
The Pioneer Press says that undar the
$1,000 high-license law of Minneapolis the po
lice court business for August was the heavi
est in the history of the court.
Thirty thousand people in attendance upon
the Ioa State Fair, and not a drunken per
son amongst them.
House-Keepers
GREETING.
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I am Offering all Kinds of
Household Furniture
AT BID ROCK PRICES.
Chamber Suits of Ten
Pieces at from $18 00
' to $100,00.
I also keep a choice selection of piec$
Furniture, such as
Tureaus,
Bed Steads,
Safes and Buffets,
Mirrors,
Paintings,
Chromos,
Oleographs,
Eook Shelves,
Hat Tacks,
Brackets,
Picture Frames,
Fhoto Frames,
Toilet Sets.
Lounges,
Tables,
Marble Top Tables,
Eoquet Tables,
Wash Stands,
Hanging Lamps,
Stand I amps,
Wood and Bottom Fine Chairs,
Wood and Cottom Oak Chairs,
Perf erated Bottom Oak Chairs,
Cane Eottom Stool Chairs,
Cans 1 ottom Fockers,
Ladies' and Gentlemen's Feed
1 attan Eockers.
and
Also a Large Assortment of
Clocks, guaranteed good
TIME KEEPERS
Baby Carriages of the Most Improved
and Stylish Make.
I also am Agent for the
LIGHT RUNNING,
NOISELESS DOMESTIC
SEWING MACHINE,
Best in the World, which
I sell for Cash or on
the Instalment
Plan
EASY TERMS.
Every Machine Warranted.
But why dwell on the
subjectwhen proof
is so easy.
cm jus si
I respectfully solicit tho
Patronage of the Citizens of
Hyde, Beaufort and
Martin Counties.
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Respectfully!
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11
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Main Street,
Washington, N. 0.