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W. 7LKTCHEB AUS30N, EDITOR. C. V. W. ATJBBON, BC6IKE8S MANAGER. VOL III. PLYMOUTH, -N. 0.; FRIDAY, APKIL 15,1892. NO. 48. ;, ' ODE TO, SPRING. ; I wakened'to tho Binging of a bird; I heard the bird of spring. And lo! 9 At his sweet note The flowers began to grow, ' Grass, leaves, and everything, As If the green world heard The trumpet of his tiny throat Y . From oud to end, and winter andespalr Fled at his melody, and passed 'n ajr I heard at dawn the music of sn voice. O my beloved, then I said, ' gpring Can visit only once the w siting year; The bird can bring ; Only the season's sonjr nor hia the choice To waken smiles or ' jh'e remembrin2 tear 1 But thou dost brin Springtime to ev 6ry day' and afc thy can The flowers of Jife uaM d though leaves of autumn f itLm Annie Fields, in the Century,' "IGNORANCE" IS BLISS." v . ' BT LlTiB SHAItP. . j&Sasjrrass&ja HE splendid steam iffi ' - ship Adamantj of . me uemuraieu iruss ' Bow Line, left New York on her Febru ary trip under favor able auspices. There had just been a storm on the ocean, so mere was every lunuut:. mail sue . r ' . f.if -a1 . . l. 1 1U.. 1 wouia reaca Liverpool ociore mo next " ne was due. ' ' Captain Rice had a little social prob lem to solve at the outset, but he smoothed that out with the tact which .is characteristic pf him. Two Washing ton . ladies official : ladies were on board, and the captain, old British sea doer cs he was. alwav3 had trouble in the matter of precedence with Washing ton ladies. ' ' - So it happened that Mrs. Assistant-Attorney-to-the-Senate BrowLrig came to the steward and said that, ranking all others' on board, the must sit at the right band of the captain. Afterwards Mrs. ". Second-Adjutant-td-the-Var-Department Digby came to the same pre plexed official and said she' must sit at he captain's right band because in "Washington she took precedence over everyone else : on board. Tho bewil dered steward confided his woes to the captain, and the captain said he would 'nttend to the matter. So he put Mrs. "War-Department on his right hand and then walked down the deck with' Mrs. Assistant-Attorney and said to her I want fo ask a favor, Mrs. Brown rig. Unfortunately I am a little deaf in the right ear, caused, I presume, by listening so much with that ear to tho fog horn year in and year out. Now, I always place the lady whose conversation I wish most to enjoy at my left band at table. . Would you oblige me by taking that seat this voyage? I have beard of you, you see, Mrs. Brownrig, although you have never crossed with me before?" "Why, certainly, captain," replied Mrr. Brownrig; "I feel especially compli mented. " - . "And I assure you, madam," said the polite captain, "that I would not for the world mi S3 a single word, that," etc. And thus it was all amicably arranged between the two ladies. All this has nothing whatever to do with the story. It is merely an incident given to show what a born diplomat "Captain Rice was and is to thi3 day. I don't ' know any captain more popular' with the ladies than he, and besides he is as good a sailor as crosses the ocean v ; . As day by day went on and the good ship plowed her way toward the oast, ths passengers were unanimous in saying that they never had a pleasanter voyage for that time of the year. It was so waimxMi deck that many steamer chairs were out, and below it was bo mild that - a person might think Jus was journeying in the tropics. Yet they had left New York in a snow storm with the ther mometer away below zero. 'Sucb," said young; Spinner, who knew everything, V'such is the influence .1.. rt..i e.m ' . - . Nevertheless when Captain Rice came down to lunch the fourth day out his face was haggard and his look furtive and anxious. , Why,' captain," cried Mrs. Assistant (Attorney, "you look as if you hadn't slept a wink last night." ; , f V "I slept very well, thank you.madam," replied the captain. "I always do." "Well, I hope your room was more comfortable than mine. It seemed to me too hot for anything. Didn't you find it so, Mrs. Digby?" "I thought it very nice," replied the larW An Vio rnntnin'a ricrhr" who trener- . J VM MV I' -C ' O ally found it necessary to take an oppo site view from the lady at the left. You see," said the captain, "we have many delicate women and children on board, and. it it necessary to keep up the temperature.. Still, perhaps the man who attends to the steam rather overdoes it. ( I wltl speak to him." 1 - Then the captaia pushed from him his untastcd food and went up on tho bridge, casting his eye aloft at the sigual waving from the masthead, silently call ing for help from all the empty horizon. ''Nothing in sight,Jobnson?" said the captain. Not a speck, sir." "Keep a sharp lookout, Johnson." "Yes, sir.', The captain moodily paced the bridge with his head fctowu. "I ought to have turned baok to New York,' hts fcuicl to himself, , Then he went down to his own room, avoiding the passengers as much ' as he could, and had tho steward bring him some beef tea. Even a captaiu cannot live on anxiety. ... "Steamer off the port bow, sir," rang out the voice of the lookout at the prow. The man had sharp eyes, for a landsman could have seen nothing. ."Run and tell the captain," cried J'ohnson to the sailor at his elbow, but as the sailor turned ; the captain's head appeared up the stairway. lie seized the glasa and looked long at a single point in the horizon. "It must be the Vulcan," ho said at last. 1 "I think so, sir." "Turn your wheel a few points to port and bear down on her." Johnson gave the necessary order and the great ship veered around. "Hello !" cried Spinner, on deck. "Here's a steamer. I found her. She's mine." : ' - Then there was a rush to the side of the ship. "A steamer in sight," was the cry, and all books and magazines at once lost interest. Even the placid,' dignified Englishman who was so un communicative rose from his chair and sent hia servant for his binoculars. Chil dren were held up and told to be careful while they tried to see the dim lino of smoke so far ahead. Talk about lane routes at sea," cried young Spinner, the knowing. "Bosh, I say. ,. Seel; we're going directly for her. Thing what it might be in a fog? .-. Lane routes! Pure luck, I call it." "Will we signal to her, Mr. Spin ner?" gently asked the young lady from Boston. "Ob, , certainly," answered young Spinner.- "See, there's our signal flying from the masthead now. That shows them what line we belong to." ' "Dear me, how interesting," said the young lady. "You have crossed many times, I suppose, Mr. Spinner." .. . "Oh, I know ". my way about," answered the modest Spinner. The captain kept the glasses glued to his eyes. Suddenly he almost let them drop. ' "My God! Johnson," he cried. "What is it, sir?" "She's flying a signal of distress, too!" . The two gteamers slowly approached j each other, and when nearly alongside and about a mile apart the bell of the Adamant rang to stop. Oh, look I look! look!" cried the en-, thusiastic Indianapolis girl who was go-" ing to take music in Germany. Everyone looked aloft and saw run ning up to the masthead a long line, of fluttering, many-colored flags. They re mained in place for a few moments and then fluttered down again, only to give place to a different string. The same thing was going on on the other steamer. "How just too ; interesting for any thing," said Mrs. Assistant. "I am just dying to know what it all means. I have read of it so often but never saw it before. I wonder when the captain will come down. What, does it all mean?" she asked the deck steward. "They are signaling each - other, madam." n "Oh, I know that. But what are they signaling!" "I don't know, madam." "Oh, see! see!" cried the Indianapolis . girl, clapping her hands with, delight. "The other steamer is turning round.',' . It was indeed so. The great ship wa3 thrashing the water with her screw, and gradually the masts came in line and then her prow faced the east again. When this had been slowly accomplished the bell on tho Adamant rang full speed ahead, and then the captain came slowly down the ladder that led from the bridge. . "Oh, captain, what does it all mean?" "Is she going back, captain?-, Nothing wrong, I hope." - j "What ship is it, captain?" i The ship," said the captain slowly "is the Vulcan, of the Black. Bowling Line, which left Queenstown shortly after we left New York. She has met with an accident. Ran into some wreck age, it is thought, from the recent storm. Anyhow there is a hole in her, and whether she see Queenstown or not will depend a great deal on what weather we have and whether her bulkheads hold out. Wo will stand by her till we reach Queenstown."; . ' "Are there many on board, do you think, captain?" ' "There are thirty-seven cabin pas sengers and over 800 steerage pas sengers,'! answered the captain, "Oh, the poor creatures," cried the sympathetic Mrs. Second - Adjutant. Think of their awful position. May be engulfed at any moment. I suppose they are all on their knees in the cabin. How thankful they must have been to see the Adamant."; On all sides there was the profoundest sympathy for the Vulcan. Cheeks paled r at the very thought of the catastrophe that might take place at any moment within their own sicht. It was a realis tic object lesson on the ever present dan-, gers of the1 sea. While those on deck looked with new interest at the steam ship plunging along within a mile of them, tho captain slipped away' to his room. As he sat there, there was a tap at his door, V 'Come in," shouted the captain. The silent Englishman slowly entered. "What's wrong, captain?" he asked.- "Ob, the Vulcan has had a hole stove in her and I signal " . "Yes, I know all that, of course, but what's wrontr wfth, us?'' . "With us?" echoed the captain blankly, "Yes, with the Adamant? What has been amiss with the Adamant for the last two or three days? I'm not a talker, nor am I afraid any more than you are, but I want to know." "Certainly," said the captain. "Pleaso shut the door, Sir John." V . Meanwhile there was a lively row on board the Vulcan. In the saloon Captain Flint was standing at bay. with his knuckles on the table. "Now what's the meaning of all this?" cried Adam K. Vincent,' member of Con gress, i A crowd of frightened women were standing around, many oa the verge of hysterics. Children clung with pale face3 to their mother's skirts, fearing they knew not what. Men were grouped with, anxious faces, and the bluff old captain fronted them all. ' "The meaning of all what, sir?" "You know very well. What is the meaning of our turning round?" "It means, sir, that the Adamant has eighty-five saloou passengers and nearly. 500 intermediate and steerage passengers who are in the most deadly danger. The cotton in the hold is on tire, and they have been fighting it night and day.. It may break out at any moment. It means, then, sir, that the Vulcan is going to stand by the Adamant." . A wail of anguish burst from the frightened women at the awful fate that might be in store for so many human' beings so near to them, and they clung closer to their children and thanked God that no' such' danger threatened them and those dear to them. "Why didn't they turned back. Cap tain Flint?" asked Mrs. General Weller. ' "Because, madame, every moment is of value in such a case, and we are nearer Queenstown than we are New York?" And so the two steamships, . side by side, worried their way toward the east, always within sight of each other and with the rows of lights in each visible at night to the sympatnetic souls on the other. ' The sweltering men poured water into the hold of the one and the pounding pumps poured water out of the hold of the other and thus they' reached Queenstown. '-, On tboard the tendet that took the passengers ashore at Qoeecstown from both steamers two ' astonished women met each other. . "Why? Mrs. General Weller ! 1 ! You don't mean to say you were on board that unfortunate Vulcan.' ; ' "For the lands sake, Mrs. Assistant Brownrig. Is - that really youl Win wonders never cease? Unfortunate, did you say! Mighty fortunate for you, I think. Why! weren't you just fright ened to death?" "I was, but I had no idea any one 1 knew was on board." "Well, you were on board yourself. That would have been enough to have killed me." "On board myself? Why, what do you mean? I wasn't on board the Vul can.' Did you get any sleep at all after vou knew you might go down at any mo ment?" "My sakes, Jane, what are you talking about? Down at any moment? It wa3 you that might have gone down at any mo ment, or, worse still, have been burnt to death if the fire had got ahead of them. You don't mean to say you didn't know the Adamant was on lire most of the way across?" "Mrs. Gerald Weller ! 1 There's some horrible mistake. It was the Vul can. . Everything depended on her bulk heads, the captain said. There was a hole as big as a barn door in the Vul can. Ths pumps were going night and day.''. Mrs. General looked at Mrs. Assistant as the light began to dawn on both of them." "Then it wasn't the engines, but the pumps," she said. "And it wasn't the steam, but the fire," screamed Mrs. Assistant. "Oh, dear, how that captain lied, I thought him such a nice man, too. Ob, I shall go into hysterics, I know I shall." "I wouldn't if I were you," said the sensible Mrs. General, who was a strong minded woman; "besides, it is too late. W're. all safe now. I thing both cap tains were pretty sensible men. Evidently married, both of 'em." Which was quite true. Detroit Free Press. ' . ; - : ' ' Crows in Exile. Four crows ventured on what is known as Great Gull Island, off the northeast ern extremity of Long Island, N. Y., and were immediately held in exile by the terns.,' There were about five thou sand of the latter, and so of course the crows- had no show at all. Over and over again they attempted to leave the island, but the inexorable gulls pounced on them the moment they rose in the air and compelled them to return to seclu sion. Finally, in some strange way the unhappy Napoleons managed to get word from their St. Helena to their friends on land, and one day a company of a hun dred or more, constituting the old guard no doubt of crowdom, swooped down on the island and after a fierce battle with the gulls bore the exiles home in tri umph. Chicago Post. - The newly discovered coal mines in the Argentine Republic have caused a cancellation of the contracts with. Eng land for coal for the railroads in that country, The Eminent Brooklyn Divine's Sun day Sermon. Subject: "Og, King of Bmhart." Text: "Only Oa, kind of Bashan, re rnaintd ofthfi remnant of giant?; behotd his bedstead was a bedstead of iron; is it not, in Rabbath of the children of A mmon t Nine r.ubits was the length tfiereof and four cubits the breadth of it." Deuteronomy iii., 11. The story of giants is mixed with myth. William the Conqueror was said to have been of oveitowering altitude, but when in aftertime his tomb was opened his bones in dicated that he had been, pbysicallj of only ordinary sie. Roland the Hero was said to have been of astounding stature, but when his sepulchre was examined his armor was found only large enough to titan ordinary man. Alexander the Great had helmets and shields of enormous size made and left among the people whom he had conquered, soastogive the impression that he was a giant, although he was rather under than over the usual height of a man. But that in other day 8 and lands there Were real giants is authentic. One of the guards of the Duke of Brunswick was eight; and a half feet high. In a museum in London is the skeleton of Charles Birne, eight feet four inches in stature. The Emperor Maxi min was over eight feet. Pliny tells of a giant nine feet high and two other giants nine and w half feet. So I am not incredulous when I Come to my text and find King Og & giant, and the size of his bedstead turning the cubits of the text into feet, the bed&tead of Og, the king, must have been about thirteen and a half feet Judging from that the giant who oc cupied it was probably about eleven feet in stature, or nearly twice the average human size. There was no need of Rabbinical writers trying to account for the presence of this giani King Og, as they did, by saying .that he came down from the other side of the flood, being tall enough to wade the wa ters beside Noah's ark, or that he rode on the zip of the ark, the passengers inside the ark aily providing him with fool. There was nothing supernatural about him. He was simply a monster in size. Cyrus and Solomon slept on beds of gold, and Sardanapalus had 150 bedsteads of gold burned up with him, but this bedstead of my text was of iron everything sacrifice! for strength to hold this excessive avoir du pois, this Alp of bone and fleeh. No wonder this couch was kept as a curiosity at Rab bath, and the people went from far and near to see it, just as now people go to museums to behold the armor of the ancients. You say what a , fighter this giant, King Og, must have been. No doubt of it. I suppose the size of his sword and breastplate corre sponded to the sizr of his beadstead, and his stride across toe battlefield and the full stroke of his arm must have been appalling. With an armed host he comes-dovm to drive back the Israelites, who are marching on from Egypt to Canaan. We have no particulars of the battle, but T think the Israelites trembled when they Baw this monster of a man moving down to crush them. Alas for the Israelites! Will their troubles never cease? What can men five and a half feet high do against this war rior of eleven feat, and what, can short swords do against a 6word whose gleam must have been , like a flash of lightning? The battle of Edrei opened. Moses and his army met the giant and his army. The Lord of Hosts descended into the fight, and the gigantic strides that Og had made when ad vancing into the battle were more than equaled by the gigantic strides with which he retreated. Huzza for triumphant Israel ! Sixty fortified cities surrendered to them. A land of indescribable opulence comes into their possession, and all that is left of the giant King is the iron bedstead. "Nine cubits was the length thereof and four cubits the breadth of it." Why did not tho Bible give us the size of the giant instead of the siza of the bedstead? Why did it not indicate that the' giant was eleven feet high instead of telling' us that his couch was thirteen and a half feet long? No doubt among other things it was to teach us that you can judge of a man by his surroundings. ISbow ms a man's Associates, show me a man's books, show me a man's home, and I will tall you what he is without your telling me one word about him. You cannot only tell a man accord ing to the old adage "By the company he. keeps," but by the books he reads, by the pictures he admires, by the churca he at tends, by the places he visits - Moral giants and moral pygmies, intellectual giants and intellectual pygmies, like physical , giants or physical pygmies may be judged by their surroundings. When a man departs this life you can tell what has been his influence in a community for good by those who mourn for bim and by how sincere and long continued are the regrets of his taking off. There may be no pomp or obsequies and no pretense at epi tapheology, but you can tell how high he was in consecration, and how. high in use fulness by how long is his shadow when he comes to lie down. VV hat is trua of indi viduals is trUe of cities and nations. Show me the free libraAs and schools of a city, and I will tell you the intelligence of its people. Show me its gallary of painting and sculpture, and I will tell you the artistic al vancement of its citizens. Show me its churches, and I will tell you the moral and religious status of the place. From the fact that Og's bedstead was. thirteen and a half feet long, 1 conclude the giant himself was about eleven feet high. But let no one by this thought be induced to surrender to unfavorable environments. A. man can make his own bedstead. Chantrey and Hugh Miller were born stonemasons, but the one became an immortal sculptor and the other a Christian scientist whose name will never die. Turner, the painter, in whose praise John Ruskin expended ths greatest genius of his life, was the son of a barber who advertised "a penny shave." Dr. Prideaux, one of the greatest scholars of all time, earned his way through college by scouring pots and pan?. The late Judge Bradley worked his own way up from a charcoal burner to the bench of the supreme court of the United States. Yea a man can decide the siza of his own bedstead. Notice furthermore that even giants must rest. Such cnormcus physical endowment on the part of King Og mijht suggest the capacity to stride across all fatigue and omit slumber. No. He required an iron bedstead. Giants must rest. : Not apprecia ting that fact how many of the giant yearly break down. Giant3 in business, ginnta in art, giants in eloquence, giants in usefulness. Thev live not out more than half their days. They try t3 escape the consequ?nca of overwork by a voyage across the ssa or a sail in a summer yacht, or call on physicians for relief from insom nia or restoration of unstrung nerves or the arrest of apoplexies, when all they need is what this giant ot my text resorted to an iron bedstead. " 1 Let no one think because he has great strensrtb of body or mind that he can afford to trifle with hi unusual gifts. The com mercial world, the literary world, the artis tic world, the political world, the religious world, are all thotimeaquake with thecrash of lliu2 cftwts. King Og no doubt bad, a throne, but the Bible never mentions hi thrcne. King Og no doubt had crown, but the Hib.'e never mention? hia crown. King Og no doubt had a scepter, but the Bible does not mention his scepter. Yet one bf the largest verses of the Bible is taken up in describing , his bedstead. So God all up and down the Bible honurs sleep.' Adam, with his head on a pillow of Edenic roses, has his. slumber blest by a divine gift of beautiful companionship. Jacob, with his head on a pillow of rock, has his sleep glorified with a ladder filled with descending and aceniing angels. Christ, with a pillow made out of the folded up coat of a fisher man honors slumber in the back part of th storm tossed boat. i : In Bible timed, when people arose at th voice of the bird, they retired at ths time the bird puts hia head under his wing. One of our national sins is robbery of sleep, Walter Scott was so urgent about this duty of slumber that, when arriving at a hotel Where there was no room to sleen in except that id which there was a corpse,"inquired if the deceased had died of a contagious disease, and, when assured he had not, took the other bed in the room and fell into profoundest slumber. Those of small endurance must certainly require rest if even the giant needs an iron bedstead. JVotfce, furthermore, that God's people on the way to Canaan need not be surprised if they Confront some sort of a giant. Had not the Israeiitish host . had trouble enough al ready? Nol Red sea not enough. Water famine- not enough. Long marches not enough. Opposition by enemies of ordinary stature not enough. Thev must need Oc. the giant of the iron bedstead. "Nine cubits was the length thereof and four cubits the breadth of it." Why not let these Israelites gd smoothly into Caoaaa without this gigantic opposition? Oh, they needed to have their courage and faith further tested and developed I And blessed the man who, in our time, in his march toward the Promised Land, does not meet more than one giant. Do not conclude that you are not bn the way to Canaan because of this ob stacle. As Wen might the Israelites conclude they were not on the way to the Promised Land because they met Og, the giant. Standing in your way is some evil propensity soma social persecutioo.some business misfortune, some physical distress. Not one of you but meets a giant who would like to hew you in twain. Higher than eleven feet this Og darkens the sky and the rattle of his buckler stuns the ear. But you are going to get the victory, as did the Israelites. Iu the name of the God of Moses and David and Joshua and Paul, charge on him, and you will leave his carcass in the wilderness. , You Want a battle shodti Take that with which David, the flve footer, assailed Goliath the nine-footer when that giant cried, with stinging con-' tempt both in manner and intonation, "Come to me and I will give thy flesh unto the fowls of the air and to the beasts of the field," and David looked up at the monster of braggadocio and defiantly replied: "Thou comest to me with a sword, and with a spear,, and with a shield; but X come to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom thou has defied. This day will the Lord deliver thee unto mine hand, and I will smite thee and take thine head from thee, and I will give the carcasses ot the host of the Philistines this day unto the fowls ot the air and to the wild beasts of the earth, that all the earth may know that there is a god in Israel" Then David, with probably three swirls of the sling about his head, got it into sufficient momentum and let fly till the -cranium of the giant broke in and he fell and David leaped on his carcases, one foot on his chest ana the other on his hea l, and that was the last of the Philistine. But be sure you get the right battle shout and that you utter it with the right spirit, or O5 will roll over you as easily as at night he rolled into his iron bedstead. Brethren, I have made up my mind that we will have to fight all the wav up to the Promised Land. I used to think that after awhile I would get into a time where it would ba smooth and easy, but the time does not come and it will never come in this world. By the time KingOg is used' up so that be cannot get into his iron bedstead, some other giant of opposition looms up to dispute our ways. Let us stop looking for an easy time and make it a thirty years' war, or a sixty years' war, or a hundred years' war, if we live so long. Mast I be earned to the skies Un flowery beds of eace. While others fought to win the prlzs - And sailed throaga bloody seas? Do you know the name of the biggest giant that you can possibly meet and you will meet him? He is not eleven feet high, but one hundred feet high. His bedstead is as long as the continent.' His name is. DoUbt, His common food is infidel books and skeDtical lectures and ministers who do not know whether the Bible is inspired at all or inspired in spots, and (Jnristians wno are more infidel than Christian. You will never reach the Promised Land unless you slay that giant. Kill Doubt or Doubt will kill you. How to overcome this giant? Pray for faith, go with people who have faith read everything that encourages faith, avoid as you would ship fever and smallpox the people who lack faith. In this battle against King Og use not for weapons the crutch of a limping Christian or the sharp pen of a controversialist, but the Bword of truth, which is the word of God. The word "if is made up of the same num ber of letters as the word 'Og,M ami it is just as big a giant. If the Bible be true. If the soul be immortal. Xf Christ be God. If our belief and behavior here decide our future destiny. If. If. If. I bate that word "If." Sbah Webster says it is a con junction; I say it is an armed giant. Satan breathed upon it a curse when be said to Cnrist, "If Thou be the Son of God.' What a dastardly and infamous "If. Against that eiant "If burl Job's "I" know" and Paul's "I know." "I" know that my Redeemer liveth." "I know in whom I have believed." Down with the "If and up with "I know." Oh, that giant Doubt is sucb a cruel giant! It attacks many in the last hour, it would not let my mother alone even in t her dying moments. After , a life of holi ness and consecration such as I never heard of in any one else, she said to ray father, "Father, what if after all our prayers and struggles should go for nothing.'1 Why . could she not, after all tha trials and sick nesses and bereavements of a long life and the infirmities of oil age, be allowed to go without such a cruel stroke from Doubt, the giant? Do you wonder I have a grudge against the old monster? If I could I would give him a bigger bounce than Satan got when, hurled out of heaven, the first thing he struck was the bottom of perdition. With Og's downfall all tne sixty cities surrendered. Nothing was left of the giant except his iron bedstead, which was kept in a museum at Rabbath to show how tali and stout he once was. So shall the last giant of opposition in the church's march suc cumb. Not sixty cities captured, but all the cities. Not only on one side of Jordan, but on both sides of all the rivers. The day is coming. Hear it, all ye who are doing something for the conquest of the world for God and the truth, tne time will come when, as there was nothing left of Oz, the giant, but the irou bedstead kept at Rabbath as a curiosity, there will be noto ing left of the giants of iniquity except something; for the relic hunters to examine. Which of the giants will be the last slain I know not, but there will be a museum some where to hold the relics of what they once were. A rusted sword will be hang up the, only relic of the giant of Avar. A demijonni tne onty renc 01 tne giant 01 uwunauun. A roulette ballthe only relic of the giant of Hazard. A pictured certificate of watered stocks the only relio of the giant of Stock Gambling. A broken knifethe only relic ,. of the giant of Assassination. A yellow copy of Tom Paine Jhe only relio of the giant of Unbelief. And that museum will ,r 4V.,. tho I a toe nf t.H wnrlrl what the XJ .11 V" w " - iron bedstead at Rabbath did for the earlier ages. Do you not see it makes all the differ ence in the world whether we are fighting ' on toward a miserable defeat or toward a final victory? - , , A . All the Bible promises prophesy the latter, and so I cheer you who are the troops of God, and though many things are dark now, like Alexander I review the army by torch light, and I give you the watchword which Martin Luther proclaimed, 'The Lord of , Hosts!" "The Lord of Hosts P and I. cry out exultingly with Oliver Cromwell at the battle of Dunbar, "Let God arise; let Hi enemies be scattered." Make all the prep arations for the world's evangelization. ' Have the faith of Robert and Mary Moffatt, the missioners, who after preaching in Bechuanalaud for ten years without om convert when asked what they would like U have sent them by the way of gift troa , England, said, "Send a communion service, ' for it will be surely needed ? and wax enough the expected ingathering of many , louls was realiaad and the communion ser vice arrived in time to celebrate .it. Ap. propriately did that missionary write in an lbum when his autograph was requested: My album Is the savage breast. . . Where darkness reigns and tempests wrest, v ithont ooo ray of lis;ht. To write the name of Jesus there And point to worlds both bright and fair. And see the savage bowed in prayer, Ismviapreme delight. , ; Whatever your work and wherever you work for God forward ! You in your way and I in my way. With holy plucK fight on ' with something of the strength of Thomas .-. Troubridge, who at Inkermann bad one lee shot off and the foot of the other leg, and when they proposed to carry him off the field, replied: "No. I do not move until the battle is won." Whatever be the rocking of the church or statj, have tho calmness of the aged woman in an earthquake that fright ened everybody else, and who, when asked if she was not afraid, said. "No; I am glad that I have -n God who can shake the world." Whether your . work be to teach a Sabbath class, or nurse an invalid, or reform a wanderer, or ' print a tract, or train a household, or bear the querulousness or senility, or cneer tne ais heartened, or lead a soul to Christ, know that by fidelity you may help hasten the time when the world shall be snowed under with white lily and incarnadined with red rose. - , ... AJ1CI now l uargaiu witu jvu mcv vt" . come back some day from our supersteller abode to see how the world looks when i ' shall be fully emparadised -it last tear , wept, its last wound healed, its last shackle broken, its last desert gardenized, its last giant ot in'quity decapitated And when we land, may it be somewhere near the spot of earth where we have together toiled and struggled for the kingdom of God, and may it be about this hour in the high noon ot some glorious Sabbatu, looking into the up turned faces of some great audience radiann with holiness and triumph. A BEAUTIFUL FACB. ft Wasn't Young:, It Wasn't Correct,. tro '; All Said It Was Beautiful Somebody said it was a beautiful face, and the second somebody who looked at it discovered it wasn't a young face, while the third somebody said that it was not a correct face, but still they all united in saying it was a beautiful face. I will tell you how it happened to be so. It was the face of a woman who, early in life, when she was a girl like -you and Kate and ' Dorothy and Mary, discovered that her face would only be beautiful If she did not allow herself to speak the pettish word or think the unkind thought; that petulance and sullen oess drew down the corners of her mouth until they made lines there; that anger gave her a corrugated brow, and that a violent indignation made her draw her lips close to gether, made them lose their Cupid's arrow shape and become thin and . pursed up. !: She learned that ill-temper affected her complexion. Now, you laugh at thatl xJut it is true, neverxneiess. Every part of the human beinj? Is affected by mental action, and anger is quite as likely to give you indiges tion and dyspepsia as it is to give you ; headaches and make you feel nervous. Indigestion and dyspepsia mean dull eyes and a sallow skin; so, quite irre spective of its being a virtue to re strain your angry passion, you see it is a good beauty preserver, ine woman who, as a girl, never learns, r.tlv how undesirable it is to show outward visible designs of peevish- 1 . J til ! aess or lmtaouixy win tceriainiytiavo outward visible signs of them on her face, and when she is the age of this woman the woman wno is aescriDea as havinsr a beautiful face hers will. be wrinkled and ugly. Ugly is a very disagreeable word. xou Know it doesn't mean lacKintr in nne reaiures; it doesn't mean not having a skin like strawberries ana cream, dui it means being repulsive and disagreea ble.; And so, my dear girl, that's what you must not do. You must, when you are 50, have a beautiful face the result of a careful consid eration of your temper and the out-! spoken words that proclaim it; a con sideration of such weight that it never lets the ugly, angry words even, formulate, let alone express them-i selves. Ladies Home Journal. - ' How to Foretell a Storm. By placing two iron bars at seven 01 eight yards distance from each other,and putting them in communication on oni side by an insulated copper wire and oa the iother side with a telephone, it is said that a storm can bo predicted twelva hours ahead, , through a certain dead sound heard in the receiver. Stir Frq ei&co Chronicle r