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VOL. IX.
PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, JULY 15, 1898.
NO. 43.
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REMEMBER
Whatever you may forget, my fiend,
Traversing the path of toil;
Of all the sorrows that come to you
In the midst of life's turmoil,
You will always travel a brighter way
And happier be the while,
If you only look on the sunniest side
And remember how to smile.
A king may carry a golden crown
And a queen her jewels wear,
But they cannot comfort a burdened heart
Nor lighten a load of care,
But you may garlands of beauty twine .
And gloomiest hours beguile,
, If you have the gift of a cheeerful face
And remember how to smile.
3 intv Ftl
ATShut the window, Charlie, before
you sit . down," said Mrs. Searle to
her little boj, as sue took the head of
the breakfast table one dull morning.
"Charlie can't, mamma; he isn't
tall enough," said Clara, the only
, daughter, laughing at her brother's
luti enorts. "anau i ao it? '
ever mind; the servant can, after
hish breakfast."
Aving completed his morning meal
' Ail. 'Searle looked at his watch and
started up to go, saying:
"Nine o'clock, my dear; I ought to
have been in the city by this time."
"Oh, papa," cried Clara, his favor
ite, as she ran for their pet canary, "do
make Dicky jump before you go."
"Well, be quick dear, as I am in a
hurry today."
But Dicky went through his per-
formance slowly and sulkily. Perhaps
his master's curt manner, and the
Weather had something to do with it.
For everything, as sometimes will
happen, seemed to go at sixes and
sevens that morning.
"There, children, that is enough.
, You may put him into his cage, now,"
said Mr. Searle, as he held the bird,
perched on his forefinger, toward his
daughter. .
- , But Dicky.instead of hopping on to
Clara's outstretched hand, unexpected
ly flew round the room; and, ere they
could shut or even thought of the
half-closed window, was out in the
open air and on a neighboring house
top. All their efforts to allure him
back were fruitless. He was soon out
of sight and away. The family pet
was gone. And Mr. Searle left them
in tears and inconsolable at the loss
of the favorite. " '
"You need not expect me home
early, " said he, as he embraced his
wife and children on the doorstep.
"This is club night, and I may dine
there."
Searle was senior partner in a New
York banking and commission firm of
good repute, but the panic and recent
failures pressed heavily on them.
"Anything new, Mr. Seibert?" he
said to the junior partner, as he en
tered the inner office.
"Our issues yesterday exceeded the
deposits by $2300. Indeed, there
was quite a run on the bank, and it
threatens to be - worse today. We
have already paid out $600. Davidson
& Co of Chicago have stopped pay
ment, and their liabilities to us amount
to $10,000.
"Yon don't say so," said Searle, in
an anxious tone.
"Brown & Hoyt of Boston," contin
tinued Seibert, "who owe us bills to
the amount of $15,000, and Willis
Brothers, whose paper we have to the
extent of $20,000, are both reported to
be shaky."
"Well, we must try to stem the tide
somehow;" said Mr. Searle, wearily.
The run on the bank that day was
worse than ever, and as the doors
closed there was little more th in $500
left for the morrow. But for some
unexpected stroke of good luck and
au uuusual deposit, ruin stared the
firm in the face. Long was the con-
ulation between the partners that
el'ening in their sanctum regarding
their position. But they could see no
solution of the difficulty. For hours
after Seibert left, Searle, the more ex
perienced financier, sat scheming and
throwing aside plan after plan devised
to carry them safely down the swollen
financial stream which threatened to
ewamp them in its irresistible prog
ress. Ten o'clock, 11, 12 passed, and
still he sat with . his brain iu a whirl
of perplexity and doubt. But not a
ray of hope could he see. Buin, noth
ing but certain destruction, stared
them in the face. And the crash was
sure to come tomorrow!
It was not .Searle's first mishap
which made him feel his present ill
luck all the more keenly. Years ago,
i, a tmnnet man Via liftrl nnmfl
wr
j ,
iTi rrVj the dishonesty of a
"But this failure then
probity on his
vcly recognized
vo j he up-hill
7
life with
lation of
His
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MOW TO SMILE.
Success is waiting for every man
Who is willing to work and win,
And a cheerful heart is the capital
That is needed most to begin.
For he who looks on the pleasant side
Has hope for many a mile;
The sweetest secret a soul may know
Is the secret of how to smile.
So whatever you may forget, my friend,
In the midst of life s turmoil,
Retain the treasure of cheerfulness
To sweeten sorrow and toil,
And when success seems a far-off prize.
And failure threatens awhile,
O! let forgetfulness win your frown,
But remember how to smile.
Arthur Lewis Tabbs.
CAiNAKY. "S
At length he looked at his watch.
It wa3 1 o'clock. Dinner and club
had both been forgotten, but he felt
neither hungry nor sleepy. The deep
weight of care had taken both away.
A walk might restore him. So he
left the office and slowly wended his
way uptown, hat in hand, thinking
that the night air might cool his fe
vered brow.
It was a long walk; but he was too
deeply absorbed in thought to notice
this. At length he arrived opposite
his home and looked up at the win
dows. , All was quiet and dark. Every
light was out, and apparently no one
was awake. He did not feel inclined
then to enter, lest he might disturb
them and perhaps worry his wife if
she should discover, as was almost
certain, his present unenviable trarue
of mind and its cause. So he wan
dered on down the street toward the
North river.
He scarcely knew where he was
going and did not seem to care. How
different life appears as success smiles
or fortune frowns ou us! He reached
the river and on one of its piers stood
watching the night craft plying to and
fro on its swiftly flowing bosom, bright
ly lit up by the rays of the full moon
overhead. Then he looked down on
the water as it whirled and eddied in
a quiet pool at one coi ner. How calm
and still it looked as if it had gladly
found rest by slipping aside from the
strong and rapid current of the main
stream.
He looked long and earnestly, his
thoughts wandering between his pe
cuniary troubles and the apparent
tranquillity of the quiet water on which
his gaze was riveted.
A thought suddenly struck him.
Wouldn't this be a solution of his dif
ficulties? Why not end them and ac
cept the rest from trouble which this
quiet pool offered? A plunge, a short
struggle, a comparatively easy death,
and all would be over. No more
earthly ups and downs; no more re
verses of fortunes and hopes of hap
piness formed only to be suddenly
dashed to the ground.
It was one of those alluring sugges
tions which the watchful and wily
tempter flashes into the tempest-tossed
brain in its moments of sorest stress
and deepest agony. The prospect of
speedy and certain release seemed so
easy that he determined to accept it.
He flung down his hatand stick and
was preparing to plunge when his at
tention was suddenly arrested by the
pecking and twirling of a little bird
which had perched on his shoulder
and was thus trying to attract his at
tention. "My little Dick," tie said, fondly,
looking round and seeing that it -was
his pet canary, which, pleased at being
recognizedjimrnediately hopped on his
forefinger and then burst-into full
song.
Tired, frightened and hungry after
its truaut wanderings, the first person
toward whom Providence directed it
for sympathy and succor happened to
be its master.
What memories that melody awoke
of the wife and children, -happiness
and home that he had almost rashly
given up forever ! It was the Ithuriel's
spear, which at once bid the tempter
fly and made the path of duty clear.
His face first crimsoned with shame
as he thought of the cowardice and
folly of self-destruction and leaving
his family in poverty and distress to
battle with the cold world alone. Then
tears came into his eyes as he pictured
his narrow escape from suicide.
He raised his clasped hands toward
Heaven and knelt oa the pier, and
never was there a more heartfelt prayer
uttered than his brief and emphatic:
"Father, I thank Thee!"
Picking up his hat and walking
stick, and with his now doubly-precious
preserver in his hands, he walked
smartly homeward. His wife had not
been to sleep. His non-return at the
usual hour on club night had alarmed
her. To her he at once unburdened
his bosom and related the whole story
of his embarrassments, expected in
solvency, despair; the episode of the
pier.his temptation and narrow esc?.?e
from self'lmmolatiou. Nor did he re
gret the confidence.
"Why didn't you tell me of your
troubles sooner?" said Mrs. Searle,
kissing her husband. "Am I not
your helpmate? Haven't you confi
dence in me after all these years?"
"I wished to avoid
dearest."
worrying you,
"Well, now, you must try to
' tie sleep and don't fret about
.. v. With my husband ana
get a
your
chil
dren's love, it will be little ios me.
And why shouldn't we yet make
more!"
Even then relief had come aud was
already in the house, but they did not
know it.
Searle did sleep, but his rest was
uneasy. Next morning he awoke in
a high fever, aud it was at this stage
of events that I was sent for,although
not for some time after did I learn the
full particulars of the story that I am
now narrating.
In a few hours he was delirious.
The mental strain and reaction had
been too much for him. The great
centre of his nervous system had suc
cumbed. Brain fever had set in.
Among other things I enjoined perfect
quiet , and ease, especially from . the
cares and thoughts of business. And
of this, with an obvious object, hia
partner was duly notified.
"What shall I do with these!" said
Mrs. Searle, showing me a packet ol
private letters addressed to her hus
band. ."They came last night. He
was so late and so worried that I pur
posely kept them from him."
"I would advise you to open themt
and if you need my help you may hav.
it."
"Here is one," she said, after per.
using several. "Bead it," which 3
accordingly did. It ran thus:
"Bank op Baltimoke,Nov.17,18 .
"Sib: I am advised by our depos
itor, Mr. William Van Duzen, to for
ward you the inclosed check for fiftj
thousand dollars ($50,000), paymeq!
in full, with interest to date, of a for?
mer debt. Mr. Van Duzea desirej
me to eay that he will call himself oil
an early opportunity and explain.
"I am, sir, yours respectfully,
"J. Johnstone, Manager.
"To William Searle."
"You ought to forward this at oni i
to Mr. Seibert," I said, "as it may IA
aud evidently is, of importance to tN
firm."
Searle's illness was both dangerov.j
and tedious. The delirium lasted fi
a week and not for another was l!
prudent to admit an interview wi'i
his partner or any conversation rela
ing to business. At Seibert's specie!
and urgent request, however, I rtv
lented so far as to convey the follow
ing message: "Keep your mind easy,
for it is all right." I did not thei
know the full meaning of the sentence
but Seibert said it was certain to aid
my remedies, and so it did.
A month after, though weak.Searh
was again at work in his office, and
when I called to see him he related
the whole affair in confidence. Hi
knew that his wife had wisely, at tfc.
commencement of his illness, told mt
of his embarrassment, mental distre&a
and its sequel as a guide for mj
treatment, and also that I had seen tha
mysterious letter which Mrs. Searlj
opened on the morning of the attack
The run on the bank continued fob
some days after the beginning of Mr.
Searle's illness, and little more than
$50 was left when the $50,000 draft
arrived from Baltimore. This timelj
succor kept the - firm afloat and savej
them from bankruptcy. But for iti
arrival, ere another hour had passed,
the doors would have been closed and
Searle & Seibert declared insolvent.
Van Duzen, who sent the money,
had been a partner of Searle in Bostoc
some 20 years before. He had gone
to Chicago to transact business for the
firm and at the same time pay a heavj
bill, but absconded with the niouej
and had not since been heard of.
He had fled, however, to Peru, where,
under au assumed name, he had judi
ciously invested his ill-gotten capita
and been successful. He was now
rich and desirous of returning to his
native country to lead a creditabU
life and end his days.
As a preliminary step and anxious
to make his peace with Searle, whoic
he had so deeply wronged, he sent
him the draft in full for his now half
forgotten defalcation. Fortunately it
arrived in time to save his old partnei
from ruin.
Not long after he called at Searle'i
private residence and requested an in
terview. He was fully forgiven by mj
kind-hearted patient, although in for
mer days he had unjustly suffered foi
a time from the suspicion of having
been au accomplice iu Van Duzen's
flight.
The banking firm of Searle & Sei
bert is now flourishing and bids fail
to be one of the foremost iu the city.
I often pay the Searles a visit in
street, where the little bird, to which
they owe so much, is fondly exhibited
to every visitor by Charlie and Clara,
who tell each one of its surreptitious
flight and wonderful capture by papa;
but do not fully know under what cir
cumstances this occurred and, ol
course, cannot realize hpw much thej
are indebted to the affection of "littU
Dick," the pet canary.
Making Pencil Sketches Permanent.
. A simple method of preparing draw
ing paper so that the work upon ;1
may be ineffaceable is to slightly warn
a sheet of the paper, and then lay it
in a Aalitw" bath eoutaiuiiig a solu.
tion of white resin iu alcohol. Whet
it is quite moistened, remove th pa
rer and dry it in a current c jKarrt
air. Af-er the drawing upon the pie
parol hi -eet is finished, the paper shoulc
be held before a tire until sl.igb.tlj
wavi'i, aa l thepeucil or crayon strokes
will tfien be iudeiibly fixei. I
DR. TALMAGE'S SERMON.
SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED
DIVINE.
Subject: "Pleasures of Life" Has No Sym
pathy With the Wholesale Denuncia
tion of Amusements Glorious Work
of the T. M. C. A.
Text: And it came to pass, when their
hearts were merry; that they said, Call for
Samson, that he may make us sport. And
they oalled for Samson out of the prison
house and he made them sport." Judges
16:25.
There were three thousand people assem
bled In the Temple of Dagon. They had
come to make sport of eyeless Samson.
They were all ready for the entertainment.
They began to clap and pouud, Impatient
for the amusement to begin, and they
cried, "Fetch him outl Fetch him out!"
Yonder I see the blind old giant coming,
led by the hand of a child into the very
midst of the temple. At his first appear
ance there goes up a shout of laughter and
derision. The blind old giant pretends he
is tired and wants to rest himself against
the pillars of the house, so he says to the
lad who leads him, "Bring me where the
main pillars are." The lad does so. Then
the strong man puts his hands on one of
the pillars, and, with the mightiest push
that mortal ever made, throws himself for
ward until the whole house comes down in
thunderous crash, grinding the audience
like grapes In a wine-press. "And so it
cametopass whenthelr hearts were merry,
that they said, Call for Samson, that he
may make us sport. And they' oalled for
Samson out of the prison-house; and he
made them sport." In otner words there
are amusements that are destructive and
bring down disaster and death upon the
heads of those who practice them. While
they laugh and cheer, they die. The three
thousand who perished that day in Gaza
are nothing compared to tnetens oi tnou
sands who have been destroyed body
mind and soul bv bad amusements and
good amusements carried to excess.
In my sermons you must have notlsed
that I have no sympathy witn ecciesiasti
cal strait-jackets, or with that wholesale
denunciation of amusements to which many
are pledged. I believe the Church of God
has made a tremendous mistake in trying
to suppress the sportfulness of youth and
drive out trom men their love or amuse
ment. If God ever implanted anything in
us He Implanted this desire, nut instead
of providing for this demand of our nature
the Church of God has for the main part
ignored it. As in a riot tbe Mayor plants a
battery at the end ol the street and has it
fired off, so that everything is eut down
that nappens to stand in tne range, tne
good as well as the bad, so there are men
in the church who plant the batteries of
condemnation aud Are away indiscrimin
ately. Everything is condemned. They
talk as if they would like to have our youth
dress in blue uniform like the children of
an orphan asylum, and march down the
path of life to the tune ol tne Dead March
in Saul. They hate a blue sash, or a rose
bud in the hair, or a tasseled gaiter, aud
think a man almost ready for a lunatic
asyium who utters a conundrum.
Young Men's Christian Associations of
the country are doinu a glorious work.
They have fine reading rooms, nnd all the
influences are of the best kind, and are
now adding gymnasiums and bowling al
leys, where, without any evil surroundings
our younir men may get physical as well as
spiritual improvement. We are dwindling
away to a narrow-chested, weak-armed,
feeble-voiced race, when God calls us to a
work in which he wants physical as well
as spiritual athletes. I would to God that
i the time might soon come when in all our
colleges and theological seminaries, as at
Princeton, a gymnasium shall be estab
lished. We snend seven years of hard
study in preparation for the ministry, and
come out with bronchitis and dyspepsia
and liver complaint, and then crawl up into
the pulpit, and the people say, "Doesn t lie
look heavenly!" because he looks sickly
Let the Church of God direct, rather than
attempt to suppress, the desire for amuse
ment. The best men that the world ever
knew have had their sports. William Wil-
berforce trundled hoop with his children.
Martin Luther helped dress the Christmas
tree. Ministers have pitched quoits, phu
anthropists have gone a-3kating, prime
ministers nave played baa.
Our communities are rilled with men and
women who have in their souls unmeas
ured resources for sportfulness and frolic
Show me a man who never lights up with
sportruiness and has no sympathy with the
recreations of others, and I will show you
a man who is a stumbling block to the
Kingdom of God. Such men are caricatures
of religion. They lead young people to
thins that a man is good in proportion as
he groans and frowns and looks sallow, and
that the height of a man s Christian stature
is in proportion to the length of his face. I
would trade off Ave hundred such men for
one bright-faced, radiant Christian on
whose faoo are the words, "Rejoice ever
more!" Every morning by his cheerful face
he preaches fifty sermons. I will go further
and say that l have no conndence In a man
who makes a religion of his gloomy looks.
That kind of a man always turns out badly.
I would not want him for the treasurer of
an orphan asylum. The orphans would
suffer.
Among forty people whom I received
Into the church at one communion, there
was only one applicant of whose piety I
was suspicious. He had the longest story
to tell; had seen the most visions, and gave
an experience so wonderful that all the
other applicants were discouraged. I was
not surprised the year after to learn that
he had run off with the funds of the bank
with which he was connected. Who is this
black angel that you call religion wings
black, feet black, feathers black? Our re
ligion is a bright angel feet bright, eyes
bright, wings bright, taking her place in
the soul. She pulls a rope that reaches to
the skies and sets all the bells of heaven
a-chiming. There are some persons who,
when talking to a minister, always feel it
politic to look lugubrious. Go forth, O
people, to your lawful amusement. God
means you to be happy. But, when there
are many sources of innocent pleasure,
why tamper with anything that is danger
ous and polluting? Why stop our ears to a
heaven full of songsters to listen to the
hiss of a dragon? Why turn back from
the mountain-side all abloom with wild
flowers and adash with the nimble tor
rents, and with blistered feet attempt to
climb the hot side9 of Cotopasi?
Now, all opera houses, theatres, bowling
alleys, skating rinks and all styles of
amusements, good and bad, I put on trial
to-day and judge of them by certain car
dinal principles. First, you judge of any
amusement by its heathful result or by its
beneficial reaction. There are people who:
seem made up of hard facts. They are a
combination of multiplication tables and
Statistics. If you show them an exquisite
picture they will begin to discuss the pig
ments Involved in the coloring: if you show
them a beautiful rose, they will submit it
to a botanical analysis, which U only the
postmortem examination of a flower.
They never do anything more than feebly
smile. There are no great tides f feeling
surging up from the depth of their soul in
billow after billow of reverberating laugh
ter. They seem as if nature had built
them by contract and made a bungling job
out of it. But, blessed be God, there are
people in the world who have bright f f&es
and whose life is a song, an anthem, a
pman of victory. Even their troubles are
like the vines that crawl up the side of a
great tower on the top of which the sun
light sits and the soft airs of summer hold
perpetual carnival. They are the people
you like to hare come to your house; they
are the people I like to nave come to my
house. Now, it Is these exhllarant and
sympathetic and warm-hearted people that
are most tempted to pernicious amuse
ments. In proportion as a ship is swift it
wants a strong helmsman; in proportions
a horse is gay it wants a strong driver; and
these people of exuberant nature will do
well to look at the reaction of all their
amusements. If an amusement sends you
home at night nervous so you cannot sleea,
and you rise in the morning, not because
you are slept out, but because your duty
drags you from your slumbers, you have
been where you ought not to have been.
There are amusements that send a man
next day to his work bloodshot, yawning,
stupid, nauseated, and they are wrong
kinds of amusements. There are entertain
ments that give a man disgust with the
drudgery of life, with tools because they
are not swords, with working aprons be
cause they are not robes, with cattle because
they are not Infuriated bulls of the arena.
If any amusement sends you home longing
for a life of romance and thrilling adven
ture, love that takes poison and shoots It
self, moonlight adventures and hair
breadths escapes, you may depend upon It
that you are the sacrificed victim of un
sanctlfled pleasure. Our recreations are
intended to build us up, and it they pult us
down as to our moral or as to our physical
strength, you may come to the conclusion
that they are obnoxious.
Still further: Those amusements are
wrong which lead Into expenditure beyond
vour means. Money spent in recreation is
not thrown away. It Is all folly for us to
come from a place of amusement feeling
that we have wasted our money and time.
You may by it have made an investment
worth more than the transaction that
yielded you a hundred or a thousand dol
lars. But how many properties have been
riddled by costly amusement Tne tame
has been robbed to pay the club. The
champagne has cheated the children's
wardrobe. The carousing party has burned
up the boy's primer. The table ciotn ot the
corner saloon is in debtvto the wife's faded
dress. Excursions that in a day make
tour around a whole month's wages; ladles
whose lifetime business it is tc "go shop
ping," have their counterpart in uneduca
ted children, bankruptcies that shock the
money market aud appall the church, and
that send drunkenness staggering across
the richly figured carpet of the mansion and
dashing into the mirror, and drowning out
the carol of music with the whooping of
bloated sons come home to break their old
mother's heart, when men go Into amuse
ments that they cannot afford, they first
borrow what they cannot earn, and then
they steal what they cannot borrow. First
they go into embarrassment and then into
theft, and when a man gets as far on as
that he does not 9top short of the penlten
ttary. There Is not a pristfa in the land
where there are not victims of unsanctifled
amusements. How often I have had par
ents come to me and ask me to go and beg
their boy off from the consequence of
crimes that he had committed against his
employer the taking of funds out of the
employer's till, or the disarrangement of
accounts! Why, he had salary enough to
pay all lawful expenditure, but not enough
salary to meet nis siniui amusements,
And again and again I have gone and im
plored for the young man sometimes,
alas! the petition unavailing.
How brightly the path of unrestrained
amusement opens! The young man says
"Now I am off for a good time. Never
mind economy; I'll get money somehow.
What a fine road! What a beautiful day
for a ride! Crack the whip and over the
turnpike! Come, boys, fill high yourglasses!
Drink! Long life, health, plenty of rides
just like this!" Hard-working men hear
the clatter of the hoofs and look up and
say, "Why, I wonder where those fellows
get their money from. We have to toil and
drudge. They do nothing." To these gay
men lire is a thrill and an excitement
Theystare at other people and in turn are
stared at. The watch-chain jingles. The
cup foams. The cheeks flush, the eyes
flash. The midnight hears their guffaw.
They swagger. They jostle decent men off
the sidewalk. They take the name of God
in vain. They parody the hymn thev
learned at their mothers Knee; and to all
pictures of coming disaster they cry out
"Who cares!" and to the counsel of some
Christian friend. "Who are vou?" Passim?
along the street some night you hear a
shriek in a grog-shop, the rattle of the
watchman's club, the rush of the police.
What Is the matter now? Oh, this reckless
voung man has been killed in a grog-shop
ngnt. jarry mm nonie to nis lather's
house. Parents will come down and wash
his wounds and close his eyes in death.
They forgive him all he did, though he
cannot in hl3 silence ask it. The prodigal
has got home at last. Mother will go to
her little garden and get the sweetest
flowers and twist them Into a chaplet for
the siient heart ot the wayward boy and
push bactt irom the bloated brow the long
locks that were once her pride. And the
air will be rent with the father's cry: "Oh
mv son. mv son. mv noor son: wmil1 Gnri
L naa died lor thee, oh, my son, my son!"
lou mayjudge of amusements by their
enect upon physical neaitn. The need of
many good people is physical recupera
tion. There are Christian men who write
hards things against their immortal souls
when there is nothing the matter with
them exoept an Incompetent liver. There
are Christian people who seem to think It
Is a good sign to be poorly, and because
Richard Baxter and Robert Hall were in-'
valids they think by the same sickness they
may come to tne same grandeur or charac
ter. I want to tell Christian people that
God will hold you responsible for your in
validism If it is your own fault, and when
through right exercise and prudence you
might be athletld and well. The effect of
the body upon the soul you acknowledge.
rut a man ol mild disposition upon tne an
imal diet of which the Indian partakes, and
in a little while his blood will change its
chemical proportions. It will become like
unt6 the blood of the lion or the tiger or
he bear, whi!') his disposition will change
and become fierce, cruel and unrelenting.
The body has a powerful effect upon the
soul. WTtiero are people whose ideas of
HeHVtara all shut out with clouds of to
bacco Jmoke. There, are people who dare
o shatter the physical vase in wbiJh God
put the) jewel of eternity. There are men
withgneat hearts and intellects In bodies
worn nt oy tuelr own neglects. Magnificent
machinery capable of propelling the great
Etrurittj across tbe Atlantic, yet fastened in
a rickeiy Korth River propeller. Physical
development which merely shows itself In
a fatml jus liftli.g, or in perilous rope walk-
f aim I Sua liftli.g, c
ig, or yn pugilistic
encounter, excites onlv
our contempt, Dut we eoniess to great
admirat'on for a man who has a great soul
in :m at iV-tic body, every nerve, muscle
and hone c which is consecrated to right
us?s. Oh, i seems to me outrageous that
men through neglect should allow their
physical health to go down beyond repair,
spending the rest of their lives not la soma
great enterprise for God and the world,
but in studying what is the best thing to
take for dyspepsia. A ship which ought
with all sails set and every man at his post
to be carrying a rich cargo for eternity
employing all Its men in stopping up leak
ages! When you may through some of tn
popular and healthful recreations of ont
time work oft your spleen and your que
alousness and one-half of your physical
and mental ailments, do not turn baclt
from such a grand medicament. -
Again, judge of the places of amusement
by the oompanionshlp into which they put
you. If you belong to an organization
where you have to associate with the in
temperate, with the unclean, with the
abandoned, however well they may b
dressed, In the name of God quit it. They
will despoil your nature. They will under
mine your moral character. They will drop
you when you are destroyed. They will
not give one cent to support your chlldraa
when you are dead. They will weep no J.
one tear at your burial. They will chucki
over your damnation. Bat the day comes
when the men who have exerted evil influ
ence upon their fellows will be brought t.
judgment. Scene: tbe last day. Stage:
the rocking earth. Enter dukes, lord,"
kings, beggars, clowns. No sword. No
tinsel. No crown. For footlights, the
kindling flames of a world. For orchestra,
the trumpets that wake the dead. For
gallery; the clouds filled with angel ep2
tators. For applause, the clapping flood'
of the sea. For curtains, the leaves rolled
together as a scroll. For tragedy, the doom
of the destroyed. For farce, the effort t
serve the world and God at-the same time.
For the last scene of the fifth act, the
tramp of nations across the stage some
to the right, others to the left. . -
Again, any amusement that gives you a
distaste for domestic life Is b ad. How many
bright domestic circles have een broke -un
bv sinful amusements? The father went
off, the mother went off, the
There are all around us tne itatgmenta
Diasteu nousenoius. um ji-ou have wan
dered away, I would like to charm you
back by the sound of that one word,
"Home." Do you not ltnow that you have
but little more tlmr'to give to domestlo
welfare? Do yo' not see, father, that your
children are soon to go out into the world,,
and all the influence for good you are te
have over them you must have now? Death
will break In on your conjugal relations,
and, alas! if you have to stand over tha
grave of one who perished from your neg
lect. Let me say to all young men, your style
of amusc-ient will decide your eternal
destiny, one night I saw a young man at
a street corner evidently doubting as to
which direction he had better take. Ha
had his hat lifted high enough so you
could see he had an intelligent forehead.
He had a stout chest; he had a robust de
velopment. Splendid young man. Cultured
young man. Honored young man. Why
did he stop there while so many were go
ing up and down? The fact is that every
man has a good angel and a bad angel
contending for the mastery of his spirit.
And there was a good angel and a bad
angel struggling with that young mairs
soul at the corner of the street. "Come
with me," said the good angel, "I will take
you home. I will spread my wing over
your pathway. I will lovingly escort you
all through life. I will bless every cup you
drink out of, every couch you rest on,
every doorway you enter. I will conse
crate your tears when you weep, your
sweat whan you toll, and at the last I will
hand over your grave into the hand
of the bright angel of a Christian resurrec
tion. In answer to your father's petition
and your mother's prayer I have been sent
of the Lord out of Heaven to be your guar
dian spirit. Come with me!" said the good
angel, In a voice of unearthly symphony.
It was music like that which drops from a
lute of Heaven when a seraph breathes on
it. "No, no," said the bad angel, "come
with me; I have something better to offer;
the wines I pour are from chalices of be
witching carousal; the danoe I lead is over
floor tessellated with unrestrained indul
gences; there is no God to frown on the
temples oilsln where I -worship. The skies
are Italian. The paths I tread are through
meadows daisied and primrosed; come with
with me." The young man hesitated at a
time when hesitation was ruin, and the bad
angel smote the good angel until it de
parted, spreading wings through
the starlight upward and away, until a
door flashed open in the sky and forever
the wings vanished. That was the turning
point In that young man's history; for the
good angel flown, he hesitated no longer,
but started on a pathway which is beauti
ful at tho opening, but blasted at the last.
The bad angel, leading the way, opened
gate atter gate, and at each gate the road
became rougher and the sky more lurid,
and, what was peculiar, as the gate
slammed shut it came to with a jar that
indicated that it would never open. Passed
each portal, there was a grinding of locks
and a shoving ot Dolts; and the scenery on
either side the road changed from gardens
to deserts, and the June air became a cut
ting December blast, and the bright wings
of the bad angel turned to sackcloth and
the eyes of the light became hollow with
hopeless grief, and tbe fountains, that at
the start- had tossed wine, poured
forth bubbling tears and foaming blood,
and on the right side of the road there was
a serpent, and the man said to the bad
angel, "What is that serpent?" and the
answer was, "That is the serpent of sting
ing remorse." On the left side of the road
there was a lion, and the man asked the
bad angel, "What is that lion?" and the
answer was. "That is the lion of all-devouring
despair." A vulture flew through the
sky, and the man asked the bad angel,
"What Is that vulture?" and the answer;
was, "That Is the vulture waiting for the
carcasses ot the slain." And then the man
began to try to pull off of hfm the folds of
something that had wound him round and
round, and he said to the bad angel,
What Is it that twists, me in this awful
convolution?" and the answer was, "That
is the worm that never dies!" and then the
man said to the bad angel, "What does all ,
this mean? I trusted in what you said at the ,
corner of the street that night; I trusted it
all, and why have you thus deceived me?"
Then the last deception fell off the char
mer, and It said: "I was sent forth from
the pit to destroy your soul; I watched my
chance for many a long year; when you
hesitated that night on the street I gained
my triumph; and now you are here. Ha!
ha! You are here. Come. now. let us fill
these two chalices of Are and drink to
gether to darkness and woe and death.
Hail! hall!" Oh, young man, will the good
angel sent forth by Christ, or the bad angel
sent forth by sin, get the victory over your
soul? Their wings are interlocked this
moment above vou. contending for vour
destiny, as above the App?hntnes eagle and
condor fight mid-sky. This hour may de
cide your destiny. God help you! To
hesitate is to die!
To Insure Cattle.
The Swies canton of Berne will adopt an
official system of insurance for the 2"(.i,40i)
head ot "cattle in the canton. The mini
mum value of a cow is estimated at tUiO.
Shoemakers in Germany average f 3.57 a.
week and work ten houM a day. . '. ,
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