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. V 5 XM'- THE- AN EXCELLENT?) . ADVEBTISING IXEDIUIl) Official Organ of Washington County. TIEST OF AIL-THE NEWS. ' Circulates extensively In the Counties of Washinstan, In'artia, Tyrrell and Esaafarli Job Printing In IliVarlsus Branches. l.OO A Y 15 All IN ADVANCE. " FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." SINGLE COPY, 5 CENTS. VOL.. IX. PLYMOUTH, N. C, FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 1898. NO. 48. try fi) ' THE RED CROSS. , They too have heard the drum-beat, They follow the bugle's call, 1 These who are swift with pity On the field where brave men fall. , When the battle-boom is silent, And the echoing thunder dies. They haste to the plain red sodden With the blood of saerillce. "The flag that floats above them Is marked with a crimson sign, Pledge of a great compassion And the rifted heart Divine. , "That one for man's redemption Knew earth's coin pletest loss. . These to the field of valor Bring love's immortal cross. ' And s6 they follow the bngle, . And heed the drum-boat's call, But their errand is on'J 6t pity ; They succor the men who fall. Harper's Bazar. Tl Old . Gil pr's CUirirm. BY MANTIE L. HUNTER. "I guess befgre tlie season's over," aid Farmer Jones, "I'll have to shoot Did Ginger; 'he's nigh unto twelve years-old and bo crippled up that he ain't good for shucks. " tJinger, -when he heard his name mentioned, thumped the floor with his stumpy tail in lazy recognition; but v lien the shooting part came ' he rose to a sitting posture and his battle fringed ears pointed '"attention." Shoot him! Ginger! The dog that ior ten years had barked the rats and weasles away from the chicken coops jmd treed the corn-thieving coons for the farmer and his Jboys? It was in sredible! His age-dulled hearinermust 4iave played hitn false. - "It seems too bad to shoot the poor old fellow," said Mrs. Jones. "If there ever was a faithful dog he's been one. But he's so crippled up I sup pose it would "be a mercy to put him out of the way; but if I were you, I'd chloroform him instead of shooting him'." . - . "I expect that would be a better way to get rid of him, " replied her husband. . "When I go tp town in the morning I'll get the chloroform and mt hm,out of his misery tomorrow." Ginger got onto his feet "with uri usual nimbleness and plunk off into a corner behind the stove, where he could meditate unseen. Put him out of his misery indeed! Did Farmer Jones think becauaeadog was old and bad a few rheumatic twinges he didn't enjoy sleeping on a piece of old car pet beside the warm stove, where he could blink at people and sniff the savory dinner odors? Would he Avant Borne one to put him out Jof the way when he. got so old that he couldu't chop wood or milk the cows? And then to be chloroformed! What the -awful thing was he hadn't the faintest idea, but he was sure it . was some in genious, newfangled way of executing criminals. , . - He had heard the children read out of their histories about the French guillo tine, and Mr. Jones often read aloud About men being hanged on the gal iows, and electrocuted in a terrible' chaujj but chloroform was a new con trivance. He wouldn't mind so much going out amid the flash and thunder of a gun, surrounded by the smell and smoke of powder.aslie had seen many a brave coon and timid rabbit do; but to. leave this pleasaut earth by some Awful unknown route the very thought sickened him with terror. ' He crouched down on '. the floor too utterly miserable to notice the chil dren when they romped in, or to sniff the blue smoke from the fryingpan, as he usually did, to see whether it was beefsteak or pork that was on the fire for supper. When Mrs. Jones, gave liim his plate of scraps and they were unusually good because it . happened to be chicken that she had been frying he hadn't the heart to taste them. Mrs. Jones noticed this, and said: . . r ' "Poor old dog! I guess it's time he was chloroformed; his teeth have got $o poor that he can't eat a bite. " ' Thereupon Ginger fell to with such Toracity to vindicate his teeth that he choked and came near ending his troubles by the strangulation route, -which caused Mrs. Jones to say: "Just, see, he's trying to swallow his. food without chewing it. Father, don't you forget the chloroform in the morning." That night as Ginger lay on hi3 iece of carpet in the darkened kitchen his heart was sore troubled. Only that night in which to listen ; to the tick,tock of the big old wooden clock; only that night in which to watch, " ""-'he round, mies-covered holes "s- .of the stove, the glowing yn to little specks of 'leer out; only the Miich to listen for "inary in its "'idow; only ..the cb.il n they - - : - Titil "er was pursued by the threatened disas ter. He dreamed that he ' saw Mr. Jones coming into the kitchen carry ing that terrible chloroform in his arms. It wis a fearful affair com posed of ropes and knives and wires. What should he do? He knew; he had never turned tail yet, and he never would; he would fight the thing. He would die game as he had seen many a trapped coon do in the brave ol J days. Thereupon the grizzly bristles along his spine rose straight up, his lips curled back from his few yelfow. teeth, and, growling and barking and snapping, he flew at the monster. "For the land's Bakes," said Mrs. Jones' voice , from the ' bedroom, "whatever ' ails that dog? . Get up 'quick, father, and let him out; some thing must be at the chickens." Before Ginger was fairly awake ho found himself out in the chill air, with the, farmer's "Sick 'em! Sick 'em, Ginger!" ringing in his ears. He shivered and whined for' a moment; then all at once a thought struck him. He'd "sic" himself! He would run away from the fate which awaited him on tht-morrow. Why hadn't he thought of that before? ' Warmed into supple ness by a glow of hope, and barking for joy, he loped across the, yard and started up the road. ' , Before he had gone very far he dis covered that something was running ahead of him. .What it was his dim old eyes could not discern; but ' evi dently fear of him was the cause of its flight. The thought that anything on earth M as afraid of him aroused the old hunting spirit, and he leaped for ward in eager pursuit. He could feel that he was gaining on the fleeting object; he could hear labored breath ing ahead of him; and was sure that in the next two or three bounds he would fasten his teeth in whatever it was. . . . But just then the pursued'1 swerved to one side and leaped onto a black object that stood beside the fence. Ginger heard the hiss of a whip through the air and a crack as it struck; then the thudity-thud of iron shod hoofs on the frozen ground. He had lost his prey, and somehow he couldn't seem to breath and the black road was lifting up and the stars were coming down and , -"See that ear quiver; I believe he's alive," said a voice that sounded like Mrs. Jones'. "I hope so. I wouldn't take .$30 for that dog," said another voice.1 "Give him a little hot milk and put a warm blanket over him. I thought he 'was dead, sure, when I found him iu the road. Hadn't he grit, though, to follow that thief a full, mile? , The scoundrel had the buggy out of the barn and gray Bess all harnessed, and would have got away with her in five minutes more. They stole Ed Walker's horse and carriage and Jim Bates' black saddle mare last night. I'd ad vise Bates and Walker to invest in a dog." "Poor old Ginger," said the first voice, while somebody's hand patted his draggeld coat. "He must have heard them open the barn door. Only think how we had planned to put him out of the way today. He shall never be chloroformed now if he loses all his 'teeth and I have to feed him with a spoon." , Could it be possible he had heard aright? Was that Mrs. Jones speak ing, or was it an angel's voice he heard? Was he on earth or had he been translated to a cozy nook in some beautiful dog heaven? He cautiously opened a little slit in one eye and peeped out. No, it wasn't heaven, but it was the next thing to it; it was the dear familiar kitchen. He could see the bottom of the bird cage and a corner of the clock, and he recognized the dotted blue calico sleeve that was fluttering over him. He closed his eye, wagged his feeble tail in approval, then settled 'back into blissful slumber. - 1 By evening he was almost himself again, was able to give a little skip of delight when he found minced' meat and soft crumbled cake on his plate, and at bedtime he breathed a long sigh of contentment when he curled himself up on a feather cushion that had been tucked under his carpet bed. But they never can understand why he sneaks o3f in a shamed way when ever any one refers to his acute hear ing, or why he trembles when chloro form is mentioned. Chicago Pvecord. Schley Fun With the Signals. When the big battleship Iowa joined Schley's fleet off Cienf uegos, the commodore showed heeould make Rome fun with the signal flags, limited as they are in expression. He ran up on the Massachusetts the question: "Have yoa any news?" The Iowa answered "No," and then every watching sailor and officer groaned or hurried away disappoint ed. But the flagship was spelling out another, question, and the fleet watched l: "Are you ready for " This looked like news. Everybody was verv serious. Then it ended; a fight?" I The crew of toe Iowa yeiied, the other ships answered, and then the whole fleet laughed. Commodore Srhlev was cr his wav below before i the Iowa got up its forward signal "Vcs." It . was unnecessary; the -Mswerwas in before it. New York ' uiuercial Advertiser. . HIS COFFIN A BOAT. An Iceland Fisherman Buried lu Ills ' - Little Dory, ' Herbert D. Ward writes in the Cen tury of the "Heroes of the Deep," one of the series of articles on"Heroes of Peace." Mr. Ward says: On April 25, 1895, a fishing-vessel came out from the harbor of Dyre FlprcT,' Iceland, to bait up and. set his trawls.' It became calm at night, but in the morning, when the dories went out to haul, it began to breeze up. The gale came up so rapidly that the head dories, in order to save them selves at all, cut their gear and made for the vessel, which was drifting astern, so that the men could get aboard. Soon all the dories were in but one, and the skipper was in the rigging, looking for it anxiously. It was not long before he discovered it to windward, bottom up, with the two men on top. Volunteers offered instantly. By this time the gale was a hurricane, and the sea had made rapidly. The great danger was apparent. One of the men who went to the rescue as- a mat ter of course, at the peril of his life, was Carl Eckhoff, an indomitable Swede. I Lave been unable to dis cover the names of the other two. The wind as well as the tida was against the rescuers. Again and again they were almost swamped; but rapid bailing and skilful handling carried them on iu the white hell. At last, well-nigh spent, they . reached the dory just in time to save one man alive. But the other was dead. His head was fouled in the gear where he had fallen over,, benumbed by the icy water. They carried him back to the vessel, and -worked three hours in vain trying to resuscitate him. Then they made for the harbor. Ou the following day a procession of the crews of three vessels wended its way to the churchyard. Uplifted upon the stalwart arms of mourning mates, the dory led the way. It was the assassin dory, and in it, in simple state, lay the man it had killed. Up through the churchyard, into the plain church, the man was carried in this strange bier. There he was laid before, the pulpit while the minis ter said over him the prayer for the dead. The freezing grave was ready. In it John Jacobsen was buried. No longer will he risk the gale or the ice. The dory that had slain him was his coffin; and the cold earth of warm hearted Iceland has covered both man and boat in an eternal peace. The "Warrior Ants. In every ant colony, whatever the species, there is usually a distinct class of citizens who constitute a sort of warrior cast, being provided with huge Lead and jaws. They do no work whatever, apparently, their business being to fight. However, there is a South American species,not at all warlike, which live in trees, and the big-headed fellows are employed as living stoppers to close up the small holes of entrance to the nest, One of. the most remarkable engineer ing works of ants is a tunnel that has been made by a tribe of the leaf-cut-ing species under the bed of the Par ahyba river, near Bio, at a place where the steam mentioned is as broad as the Thames at London Bridge. Not far from Para ants of this kind pierced the embankment of a large reservoir, and the great body of water which it contained escaped before the damagp could be repaired. These ants have been known to carry off the contents of a two-bushel basket of mardioco meal in a single night, taking it grain by grain. New York Tiibuoe. Queen's Expensive Vacation. Queen Victoria's recent trip to the Continent -was beneficial to her gen eral health aud is said even to have improved her eyesight, but these im provements involved a ?ostof $75,000. She paid something like $12,000 a month for her "apartments," and al though she was iu Cimiezfor less thaD two mouths, she was charged for the full time. There was also the cost oi maintaining a suite of some 60 to 70 persons. A heavy item was the charge for her special trains between Nice and Cherbourg, for which the French companies charge exorbitantly. Some idea of this amount may be gathered from the fact that the lowest charge tc a private person for a special train iv France is S-3 a mile. The cost of th trip came entirely out of the Queen'i privy purse, which is held uy Sii Fleetwood Edwards. Beacrnsflelil and the Princes. ' t Once, while Lord Beaconsfield wa? sitting at diuner by the Princess oJ Wales, he was trying to cut a hard dinner roll. The knife slipped and cut his finger, which' the princess, with her natural grace, instantly wrapped up in her handkerchief. Th old gentleman gave a dramatic groat and exclaimed: "I asked for bread and they gave me a stone, but I had f princess o bind my wounds. " Nan lOfli XlUJUUe. lunette Passpor? . A Chinese traveler applying ior s passport must have his pairs brushes over with fine oil paint, and then press it ou tnin, darcp paper, which retainf an exuet irnpression of the lines of hif han. Transference of the passpor j is tlfeu impossible, for no two person! I hae the same lines in their X'alms, THE MARCH OF THE DEAD BRIGADE. No sound disturbs the drowsy dawn, As forms the dead brigade; Its silent ranks, in serried lines, Glide onward toward the springing pines, All phantoms In parade. Their steps bend not the drooping corn, These warriors all are ghosts. In rank and file, with solemn tread, Their captains marching at the head, Move on those silent hosts. From out the tented camp of death, Their nag of peace displayed, With footfall soft as dew at morn, These cohorts sweep the bending corn, Where battle once was laid. The mark of God's eternal peace Tneir countenances bear; And freed from all unholy hate, They shine with that exalted state , Which heaven's angels share. Thomas S. Denison; In the Century. HUMOROUS. He I travel "incog.".' She I Jidn't know you rode a chainless wheel. Fond Parent That child is full of music. Sarcastic Visitor Yes. ,What a pity it is allowed to escape. "Oh, Bridget; I told you to notice when the apples boiled over." "Sure did, mum: it was quarter-past eleven." SheAnd would you go to the end Df the World with me? He Which and? Now she treats him as a stranger. Jimmy (reading) Then his father looked at him more in sorrow than in anger Tommy Gee! I wish my old man was built that way. ' Wooley Snithers says he makes no acquaintances among medical students. Kotton Why not? Wooley He says he's afraid they'll cut him dead. Teacher Now, Bobby, spell "nee dle." Bobby-N-e-i-d-l-e. ..Teacher Wrong. There is no "i" in needle, Bobby. Well, 'tain't a good needle, then. - Mamma (to her little girl) You needn't be afraid of that barking dog, Ellie. See, he is wagging his tail. Ellie Yes, but it's the other end I am afraid of. "Hear me, dearest!" implored the young man at the door; "I'm all on tire!" "Well," replied .the sweet girl, "I'll call papa down stairs to put you out." "Mrs. Miflin," said a visitor, "Em ma has your features, but I think she has her father's hair." "Is that why father; wears a wig?"- asked young precocious.' Mistress Have you cracked those nuts for dessert, Sarah? Maid I've cracked the small 'uns all right, mum-; but the big 'uns -will take strongei jaws than mine to do. , "How did Fakem, the hypnotist, get along on his last trip?" "First rate, until he tried the impossible. He hypnotised a tramp one day, and tried to make hija saw wood. An lrishman who had blistered his fingers by endeavoring to draw on pair of new shoes, exclaimed, "J shall never get them on at all until I wear them a day or two." She Supposing you were going tc propose to a girl, what would you say He Oh, something simple and direct, like, "Will you be my wife?" Sup posing you were the girl, what would your answer be? She Yes. "Papa's mind is full of busiuess al! the time." "How does that troubh you?" "Well, when Harry asked hia for me he said: 'Yes, take her along, and if she isn't up to our advertise rnent bring her back and exchange hen" Mistress How is it one nevei hears a sound in the kitchen whei your sweetheart, is with you of ai evening? Servant Girl Please, ma'am, the poor fellow is so bashful yet. Forhe present he does nothing but eat. "Prisoner," said the court, "yot have- been arrested as a suspicious character. You appear to have nc visible means of support." Then hi: wife stepped forth and' held up hei hands, after which there was nothing to do but discharge him. She was boasting of hei latest con quest. "The first thing I knew," sh said, "he was at my feet." "Wh threw him?" asked her dearest friend Of course it is well known that thesi little pleasantries are not unusual be tween feminine friends. The facetious boarder has the trail all laid for a killing joke. "It's i wonder," he said, "that you didn't serve up this hen feathers and all." "The next time," said the landlady with marked emphasis, "I'll serve ke: up bill and all." And the joke was ruined. A Tangle of Thirteens. The Thirteen club has been inres tigating the Harper deal, whicli wrecked the Fidelity bank, and thi Leiter deal, which wrecked Leiter, and it arrives at the following result, which has been added to its Atatistics Edward L. Harper thirteen letters Joseph V. Leiter thirteen letters Harper wheat coi ner collapsed Jua, 13, lb87. Leiter wheat corner collapsed Jam 13, 1893. It is a little remarkable that tht club did not also place ori its books Philip D. Armour, who handled th holdings thirteen letters. Chicago Tribuuti. - . DE. T AIM AGE'S SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. "Sectarianism" lg the Subject The Church of God Divided Into a Great "Number of Denominations The Causes of Bigotry Evils of Intolerance. Text: "Then said they unto him, Say, now Shibboleth, and he said Sibboleth; tor he could not frame to pronounce it fight. Then they took him and slew him at the passages of Jordan." Judges xil.,6. Do you notice the difference of pronun ciation between shibboleth and sibboleth? A very small and unimportant difference, fou say. And yet, that difference was the difference between life and death for a great many people. The Lord's people, Gileadand Ephraim, got Into a great fight, and Ephraim was worsted, and on the re treat came te the fords of the river Jordan to cross. Order was given that all Eph raimltes coming there be slain. But how could Jt be found out who were Ephraim Ues? They were detected by their pronun ciation. 1 Shibboleth was a word that stood for river. The Ephraimites had a brogue of their own, and when they tried to say "shibboleth" always left out the sound of the "h." .When it was asked that they say shibboleth they said sibboleth, and were slain. "Then said they unto him, say now shibboleth; and he said sibboleth, for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him and slew him at the passages of Jordan." A very small differ ance, you say, between Gilead and Eph raim, and yet how much intolerance about that small difference? The Lord's tribes in our time by which I mean the different denominations of Christians sometimes magnify a very small difference, and the only difference between scores of denomin ations to-day is the difference between shibboleth and sibboleth The Church of God is divided into a great number of denominations. Time would fail me to tell of the Calvinists, and the Ar minians, and the Sabbatarians, and the Baxterians, and the' Dunkers, and the Shakers, and the Quakers, and the Metho dists, and the Baptists, and the Episcopal ians, and the Lutherans, and the Congre gationalists, and the Presbyterians, and the Spiritualists, and a score of other denomi 'nations of religionists, some of them found ed by very good men, some of them found ed by very egotistio ,meh, Borne , of them founded by very bad men. But as I de mand for myself liberty of conscience, I must give that same liberty to every other man, remembering that he no more differs from me than I differ from him. I advo cate the largest liberty in all religious be lief and form of worship. In art, In poll tics, in morals, and In religion, let there be no gag law, no moving of the previous question, no persecution, no intolerance. You know that the air and the water keep pure by constant circulation, and I think there is a tendency in religious dis cussion to purification and moral health. Between the fourth and the sixteenth cen turies the church proposed to make people think aright by prohibiting discussion, and by strong censorship of the press, and rack, and gibbet, and hot lead down the throat, tried to make people orthodox; but it was discovered that you cannot change a man's belief by twisting oil his head, nor make a man see differently by putting an awl through his eyes. There is something in a man's conscience which will hurl off tthe mountain that you threw upon it, and unsinged of the fire, out of the flame will make red wings on which the martyr will mount ta glory. : In that time of which I speak, botween the fourth and sixteenth centuries, peo ple went from the house of God into the most appalling iniquity, and right along by consecrated altars there were tides of drunkenness and licentiousness such as the world never heard of, and the very sewers of perdition broke loose and flood ed the church. After rawhlle the printing press was freed, and It broke the shackles of the human mind. Then there came a large number of bad books, and where there was one man hostile to the Christian religion, there were twenty men ready to advocate it; so I have not any nervousness in regard to this battle going on between Truth .and Error. The Truth will con quer just as certainly as that God is stronger than the Devil. Let Error run if you only let Truth run along with It. Urged on by skeptic's shout and transcen dentalism spur, let it run. God's angels of wrath are in hot pursuit, and quicker than eagle's beak clutches out a hawk's heart, God's vengeance will tear it to pieces. I propose to speak to yoa of sectarian ism Its origin, its evils, and its cures. There are those who would make us think that this monster, with horns and hoofs, is religion. I shall chase it to its hiding place, and drag it out of the caverns of darkness, and rip off its hide. But I want to make a distinction between bigotry and the lawful fondness for peculiar religious beliefs and forms of worship. Ihave.no admiration for a nothingarian. In a world of such tremendous vicissi tude and temptation, and with a soul that must after awhile stand before a throne of insufferable brightness, in a day when the rocKing oi tne mountains and tne naming of the heavens and the upheaval of the seas shall be among the least of the excite ments, to give account for every thought, word, action, preference, and dislike that man is mad who has no religious prefer ence. But our early education, our physi cal temperament, our mental constitution, will -very much decide our form of wor ship. A style cf psalmody that may please me may displease you. Some would like to have a minister in gown and bands and surplice, and others prefer to have a min ister in plain citizen's apparel. Some are most impressed when a little child is pre sented at the altar and sprinkled of the waters of a holy benediction "in the name of the Father, and ot the Son, and of the Holy Ghost," and others are more Impressed when the penitent comes up out of the river, his garments dripping with the waters of a baptism which signifies the washing away of sin. Let either have his own way. One man likes no noise in prayer, not a word, not a whisper." An other man, just as good, prefers by gestic ulation and exclamation to express bis de votional aspirations. One is Just as good as thVs other. "Every man fully persuaded inhisKown mind." GeoVge Whitefleld was going over a Quakar rather roughly for some of his re ligious sentiments, and the Quaker said: "Georue, I am as thou art: I am for bring ing all men to the hope of the Gospel; therefore, it thou wilt not quarrel with me about Imy broad brim, I will not quarrel with tilue about thy black gown. George, give mtl thy band." In trai'ing out the religion of sectarian ism or tcotry I find that a grent deal of it eomes frvn wrong education in the home circle. Tiere are parents who do not think It wrong tuSgaricatureand jeor the peculiar J IOFBlS OI religion iu me wuriu, nnu u nounce otheV sects and other d3nominf. tions. I coUiV mention the names of prom inent ministers of the Gospel who spent their whole !l"es bombarding other de nominations and who Jived to see theii children preach the Gospel in those verj denominations. But it is often the ens that bigotry starts in a household, ana that the subject of it never recovers, There are tens of thousands of bigots te years old. Bigotry is often the child ot Ignorance You seldom find a man with large intellect who Is a bigot, It is the man who thinks he knows a great deal, but does not. That man is almost always a bigot. The wholq tendency of education and civilization it to bring a man out of that kind of state oi mind and heart. So I have set before you what I consider to be the causes of bigotry. I have set bet fore you the - origin - of this great evil; What are some of the baneful effoctsf , First of all, it cripples investigation. You are wrong, and I am right, and that enda it. No taste for exploration, no spirit ol investigation. From the glorious realm o. God's truth, over which an archangel might fly from eternity to eternity and not reach the limit, the man shuts himself out and dies, a blind mole under a corn-shock, Another great damage done by the sec tarianism and bigotry of the church is that it disgusts people with the Christian relig ion. Again bigotry and sectarianism do great damage in the fact that they hinder the triumph of the Gospel. Oh, how much wasted ammunition! Mow many men of splendid Intellect have given their whole life to controversial disputes when, if they had given their life to something practical, they might have been vastly useful! Sup pose, while I speak, there were a common enemy coming up the bay, and all the forts around the harbor began to fire into each other you would cry out "National suicide! Why don't those forts blaze away in one direction, and that against the common enemy?" Besides that, if you want to build up any denomination, you will never build it up by trying to pull some other down. Intol erance never put anything down. How much has intolerance accomplished, for In stance, against the Methodist Church? For long years her ministry were forbidden the pulpits of Great Britain. Why was it that so many of them preached' in the fields? Simply because they could not get in the churches. And the name of the church was given in derision and as a sarcasm. The critics of the church said, "They have no order, they have no method in their worship;" and the critics, therefore, in irony, called them "Methodists." I am told that in Astor Library, New York, kept as curiosities there are seven hundred and seven books and pamphlets against Methodism. Did intolerance stop that church? No; it is either first or second amid the denominations of Christendom, her missionary stations in all parts of the world, her men not only important in re ligious trusts, but Important also in secular trusts. Church marching on and the more intolerance against it the faster it marched. Whaidid intolerance accomplish against the Baptist Church? If laughing scorn and tirade could have destroyed the church it would not have to-day a disciple left. The Baptists were hurled out of Boston in olden, times. Those who sympathized with them were imprisoned, and when a petition was offered asking leniency in their behalf, all the men who signed it were indicted. Has intolerance stopped the Baptist Church? The last statistics in regard to it showed forty-lour thousand churches and four million communicants. Intolerance never put down anything. . In England a law was made against the Jew. England thrust back the Jew and thrust down the Jew, and declared that no Jew should hold official position. What came of it? Were the Jews destroyed? Was their religlonbverthrown? No. Who became Prime Minister of England? Who was next to the throne? ! Who was higher thm the throne because he was counsellor and adviser? Disraeli, a Jew. What were we celebrating in all our churches as well as synagogues only a few years ago? The one hundredth birthday of Monteuore, the great Jewish philanthropist. Intolerance never yet put down anything. I think we may overthrew the severe sectarianism and bigotry in our hearts, and in the church also, by realizing that all the denominations of Christians have yielded noble institutions and noble men. There is nothing that so stirs my soul as this thought. One denomination yielded a Bobert Hall and an Adoniram Judson; another yielded a Latimer and a Melville; another yielded John Wesley and the blessed Summerfleld, while our own denomination yielded John Knox and the Alexanders men of whom the world was not worthy. Now, I say, if we are honest and fair-minded men, when we come up in the presence of such churches and such denominations, although they may be different from our own, we ougbt to admire them, and we ought to love and honor them. Churches which can produce such men, and such large hearted charity, and such magnificent martyrdom, ought to win our affection at any rate, our respect. So come on. ye six hundred thousand Episcopalians in this country, and ye four teen hundred thousand Presbyterians, and ye four million Baptists, and ye five mil lion Methodists come on; shoulder to shoulder we will march f or.the world's con quest; for all nations are to be saved, and God demands that you and I help. For ward, the whole line! In the Young Men's Christisn Associations, in the Bible So ciety, in the Tract Society, In the Foreign Missionary Society, shoulder to shoulder all denominations. Terhaps I might forcibly Illustrate this truth by calling your attention to an inci dent which took place twenty-five years ago. One Monday morning at about two o'clock, while her nine hundred passen-. gers were sound asleep in her berths dreaming of home, the steamer Atlantic crashed Into Mars' Head. Five hundred souls in ten minutes landed in eternltyl Oh, what a scenel Agonized men and wo men running up and down the gangways, and elutching for the rigging, and the plunge of the helpless steamer, and the slapping' of the hands of the merciless sea over the drowning fand the dead, threw two continents into terror. But see this brave quartermaster pushing out with the-life-line until he gets to the rock; and see these fishermen gathering up the ship wrecked and taking them into the cabins and wrapping them in flannels snug and warm; and see that minister of the Gospel with three other men getting into a life-boat and pushing out . for tho wreck, . pulling . away across the surf, and pulling away until they had saved one more man and then getting back with, Mm to the shore. Can those men ever for get that sight? And can they forgot their companionship in peril, companionship in struggle, companionship in awful catas trophe and rescue? Neverl Never! la whatever part of the earth they meet, they will be friends when they mention the story of that night when the Atlantis struck Mars' Head. Well, my friends, our world has gone into a worse ship wreck. Sin drove it on the rocks. The oil ship has lurched and tossed; in th tempests of six thousand years. Out with, the life-line! I do not care what denomina tion rows it. Mtdo by side, in the meoi ry of common hardships, and common trfaU, ivad Mpimoa prayers and common tears, let us be 1 uu' forever. Gernaaa school bovs Etadv ply less jhnu tlioseof aay o'the.