MAYTIME THOUGHTS.

DR. TALMAGE SENDS OUT A SEASONA-

BLE SERMON. How Very Largely the Poetry of the Bible Is Drawn from the Mountains, the Woods and the Fields--Lessons of the Season. PHILADELPHIA, May 7.--Rev. Dr. Talmage is in this city today participating in the services at the ordination of his son, Rev. Frank Talmage, to the minis-

try. He has dictated the following ser-

mon on a timely and seasonable topic, "Maytime Thoughts," the text selected being the beautiful words of Solomon's Song iv, 15, "A fountain of gardens, a well of living waters and streams from Lebanon:" Some of the finest gardens of olden

times were to be found at the foot of

Mount Lebanon. Snow descended, and winter whitened the top of the mountain. Then when the warm spring weather came the snows melted and poured down the side of the mountain and gave great luxuriance to the gardens at the foot, and you see now the allusion of my text when it speaks of the fountain of gardens and streams from Lebanon. Again and again the church is represented as a garden all up and down the word of God, and it is a figure specially suggestive at this season of the year, when the parks and the orchards are

about to put forth their blossom and the

air is filled with bird voices.

A mother wished to impress her child with the love of God, and so in the springtime, after the ground had been prepared in the garden, she took a handful of flower seeds and scattered these seeds in

the shape of letters all across the bed of

the garden. Weeks passed by, and the rains and the sunshine had done their work, and one day the child came in and said, "Mother, come quickly to the gar-den--come now." The mother followed the child to the garden, and the little child said: "Look here, mother. See! It

is spelled all over the ground in flowers. 'God is Love.'" GOD IN EVERYTHING. Oh, my friends, if we only had faith enough we could see gospel lessons all around and about us--lessons in shells on the beach, lessons in sparkles on the wave, lessons in stars on the sky, lessons in flowers all over the earth. Well, my friends, you know very well that there have been some beautiful gardens created. There was the garden of

Charlemagne, and you remember that

this king ordered gardens laid out all

through the realm and decided by decree of government what kind of flowers

should be planted in those gardens. Henry IV at Montpellier decreed that there should be flowers planted throughout his realm and gardens laid out, and he specially decreed that there should be Alpine pyrena and French plants. Shenstone, the poet, was more celebrated for

his gardens than for his poetry. His po-

etry has faded from the ages for the most part, but his gardens are immortal. To all the beauty of his place he added perfection of art. Palisade and arch and arbor and fountain and rustic temple had their

most wonderful specimens, and the oak,

and the hazel, and the richest woods of the forest were planted in that garden.

He had genius, and he had industry, and

all his genius and all his industry he applied to the beautification of that garden. He gave for it $1,500, and he sold

it at last for $85,000, or what was equal

to that number of dollars. It was an

expensive garden, laid out with great elaboration. And yet I have to tell you now of a garden of vaster expanse--the garden spoken of in my text--a fountain of gardens with the streams from Lebanon. Walter Scott had the great ambition

of his life to build Abbotsford and lay

out extensive gardens round about it. It broke his heart that he could not complete the work as he desired it. At his last payment of £100,000, after laying out these gardens and building that palace of Abbotsford, at that time his heart broke, his health failed, and he died almost an imbecile. THE GARDEN OF DELIGHTS.

A few years ago, when I walked through those gardens and I thought at what

vast expense they had been laid out--at

the expense of that man's life--it seemed I could see in the crimson flowers the blood of the old man's broken heart. But I have to tell you now of a garden laid out at vaster expense. Who can calculate that vast expense? Tell me, ye women who watched him hang; tell me, ye executioners who lifted and let him down; tell me, thou sun that didst hide and ye rocks that did fall,

what the laying out of this garden cost. This morning, amid the aroma and

brightness of the springtime, it is appropriate that I show you how the church of Christ is a garden.

I remark first it is a garden because of the rare plants in it. That would be a strange garden in which there were no flowers. If you cannot find them anywhere else, you will find them along the paths, and you will find them at the gateway. If there be no especial taste and no es-

pecial means, you will find there the

hollyhock, and the daffodil, and the dah-

lia. If there be no especial taste and no

especial means, you will find the Mexican cactus, and the bluebell, and the arbutus, and the cluster of oleanders.

Flowers there must be in every garden, and I have to tell you that in the garden of the church are the rarest plants. Sometimes you will find the violet, in-

conspicuous, but sweet as heaven--Chris-

tian souls with no pretense, but of vast usefulness, comparatively unknown on earth, but to be glorious in celestial

spheres. Violets and violets all the time. You cannot tell where these Christians

have been save by the brightening face

of the invalid, or the steaming tureen on the stand near the sick pillow, or the new curtain that keeps out the glare of the sun from the poor man's cot. Such characters are perhaps better typified by the ranunculus which goes creeping be-

tween the thorns and the briers of this life, giving a kiss for a sting, and many a man has thought that life before him

was a black rock of trouble and found

it covered all over with delightsome jasmine of Christian sympathy. CONTROL OF THE TEMPER. In this garden of the Lord I find the Mexican cactus, loveliness within, thorns without, men with great sharpness of behavior and manner, but within them the peace of God, the love of God, the

grace of God. They are hard men to

handle, ugly men to touch, very apt to strike back when you strike them, yet within them all loveliness and attraction while outside so completely unfortunate Mexican cactus all the time. Said a placid elder to a Christian minister: "Doctor, you would do better to control your temper." "Ah!" said the minister to the placid elder, "I control more temper in five minutes than you do in five years." These people, gifted men, who have great exasperation of manner and seem to be very different from what they should be, really have in their souls that which commends them to the Lord.

Mexican cactus all the time. So a man said to me years ago: "Do you think I ought to become a member of the church? I have such a violent temper.

"Yesterday I was crossing Jersey City ferry. It was very early in the morning, and I saw a milkman putting a large quantity of water into his can, and I

said, 'That is enough, sir,' and he got off the cart and insulted me, and I knocked

him down. Well," said he, "do you think I could ever become a Christian?"

That man had in his soul the grace of the Lord Jesus, but outside he was full of

thorns, and full of brambles, and full of exasperations, but he could not hear the story of a Saviour's mercy told without having the tears roll down his cheek. There was loveliness within, but roughness outside. Mexican cactus all the time.

But I remember in boyhood that we had in our father's garden what we

called the Giant of Battle, a peculiar rose, very red and very fiery. Suggestive

flower, it was called the Giant of Battle. And so in the garden of the Lord we find that kind of flower--the Pauls and Mar-

tin Luthers, the Wyclifs, the John Knoxes--giants of battle. What in other men is a spark, in them is a conflagration. When they pray, their prayers take fire; when they suffer, they sweat great drops of blood; when they preach, it is a pentecost; when they fight, it is a Thermopylae; when they die, it is martyrdom--giants of battle. You say, "Why have we not more of them in the church of Christ at this time?" I answer your

question by asking another, "Why have we not more Cromwells and Humboldts

in the world?" God wants only a few giants of battle. They do their work, and they do it well. NEED OF ZEALOUS MEN. But I find also in the church of God a plant that I call the snowdrop, very beautiful, but cold. It is very pure--pure as the snowdrop, beautiful as the snowdrop and as cold as the snowdrop. No special sympathy. That kind of man never loses his patience: he never weeps, he never flashes with anger, he never utters a rash word. Always cold, always precise, always passive--beautiful snowdrop, but I don't like him. I would rath-

er have one Giant of Battle than 5,000 snowdrops.

Give me a man who may make some mistakes in his ardor for the Lord's service rather than that kind of nature which spends its whole life doing but one thing, and that is keeping equilibrium. There are snowdrops in all the churches--men without any sympathy. Very good; they are in the garden of the Lord, therefore I know they ought to be there, but always snowdrops. You have seen in some places perhaps a century plant. I do not suppose there is a person in this house who has ever seen more than one century plant in full

bloom, and when you see the century plant your emotions are stirred. You

look at it and say, "This flower has been gathering up its beauty for a whole century, and it will not bloom again for another hundred years." Well, I have to tell you that in this garden of the church,

spoken of in my text, there is a century plant.

It has gathered up its bloom from all the ages of eternity, and 19 centuries ago it put forth its glory. It is not only a century plant, but a passion flower--the passion flower of Christ, a crimson flower, blood at the root and blood on the leaves, the passion flower of Jesus, the century plant of eternity. Come, O winds from the north, and winds from the south, and winds from the east, and winds from the west, and scatter the perfume of this flower through all nations. His worth, if all the nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love him too.

Thou, the Christ of all the ages, hast garments smelling of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces.

A GARDEN IN THE DESERT. I go further and say the church of Christ is appropriately compared to a garden because of its thorough irrigation. There can be no luxuriant garden in the midst of the desert amid the Rocky mountains. I said, "How is it possible you have so many flowers, so much rich fruit, in a desert for miles around?" I suppose some of you have seen those gardens. Well, they told me they had aqueducts and pipes reaching up to the hills, and the snows melted on the Sierra Nevada and the Rocky mountains and then poured down in the water to those aqueducts, and it kept the fields in great

luxuriance. And I thought to myself--how like the garden of Christ! All

around it the barrenness of sin and the barrenness of the world, but our eyes are unto the hills, from whence cometh our help. There is a river the streams whereof shall make glad the city of our God, the fountain of gardens and streams from Lebanon. Water to slake the thirst, water to refresh the fainting,

water to wash the unclean, water to toss up in fountains under the sun of right-

eousness until you can see the rainbow around the throne. I wandered in a garden of Brazilian cashew nut, and I saw the luxuriance of those gardens was helped by the abundant supply of water. I came to it on a day when strangers were not admitted, but by a strange coincidence, at the moment I got in, the king's chariot passed, and the gardener went upon the hill and turned on the water, and it came flashing down the broad stairs of stone until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet. And so it is with this garden of Christ. Everything comes from above--pardon from above, peace from above, comfort from above, sanctification from above. Streams from Lebanon. Oh, the consolation in this thought! Would God that the gardeners turned on the fountain of salvation until the place where we sit and stand

might become Elim with 12 wells of water and threescore and ten palm trees.

But I hear his sound at the garden gate. I hear the lifting of the latch of the gate. Who comes there? It is the Gardener, who passes in through the garden gate. He comes through this path of the garden, and he comes to the aged man, and he says: "Old man, I come to help thee: I come to strengthen thee. Down to hoary hairs I will shelter thee; I will give thee strength at the time of old age. I will not leave. I will never forsake

thee. Peace, broken hearted old man; I will be thy consolation forever."

THE DIVINE GARDENER. And then Christ, the Gardener, comes up another path of the garden, and he sees a soul in great trouble, and he says, "Hush, troubled spirit: the sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night; the Lord shall preserve thee from all evil; the Lord shall preserve thy soul." And then the Gardener comes up another path of the garden, and he comes where there are some beautiful buds, and I say, "Stop, O Gardener, do not break them off." But he breaks them off, the beautiful buds, and I see a great flutter among the leaves, and I wonder

what he is doing, and he says: "I do not come to destroy these flowers. I am only going to plant them in a higher ter-

race and in the garden around my pal-

ace. I have come into my garden to gather lilies. I must take back a whole

cluster of rosebuds. Peace, troubled soul; all shall be well. Suffer the little children to come unto me and forbid them not, for of such is the kingdom of

heaven." Oh, glorious Gardener of the church! Christ comes to it now, and he

has a right to come. We look into the face of the Gardener as he breaks off the

bud and we say: "Thou art worthy to have them. Thy will be done." The hardest prayer a bereaved father or mother ever uttered--"Thy will be done." THE WALL OF DEFENSE.

But you have noticed that around ev-

ery king's garden there is a high wall. You may have stood at the wall of a

king's court and thought, "How I would like to see that garden!" and while you were watching the gardener opened the gate, and the royal equipage swept through it, and you caught a glimpse of the garden, but only a glimpse, for then the gates closed. I bless God that this garden of Christ has gates on all sides; that they are opened by day, opened by night, and whosoever will may come in. Oh, how many there are who die in the desert when they might revel in the garden! How many there are who are seeking in the garden of this world that satisfaction which they can never find! It was so with Theodore Hook, who made all nations laugh while he was living. And yet Theodore Hook on a certain day, when in the midst of his rev-

elry he caught a glimpse of his own face and his own apparel in the mirror, said:

That is true. I look just as I am--lost, body, mind, soul and estate, lost!" And so it was with Shenstone about his garden, of which I spoke in the beginning of my sermon. He sat down amid all its beauty and wrung his hands and said, "I have lost my way to happiness; I am frantic; I hate everything; I hate myself as a mad man ought to." Alas, so many in the gardens of this world are looking for that flower they never can find except in the garden of Christ! Substantial comfort will not grow In nature's barren soil. All we can boast till Christ we know Is vanity and toil.

UNSATISFYING PLEASURES.

How many have tried all the fountains of this world's pleasure, but never tasted of the stream from Lebanon! How many have reveled in other gardens to their soul's ruin, but never plucked one flower from the garden of our God! I swing open all the gates of the garden and invite you in, whatever your history, whatever your sins, whatever your temptations, whatever your trouble. The invitation comes no more to one than to all, "Whosoever will, let him come." The flowers of earthly gardens soon fade; but, blessed be God, there are gar-

lands that never wither, and through the grace of Christ Jesus we may enter

into the joys which are provided for us at God's right hand. Oh, come into the garden. And remember, as the closing thought, that God not only brings us

into a garden here, but it is a garden all the way with those who trust and love and serve him, a garden all through the struggles of this life, a garden all up the slope of heaven.

There everlasting spring abides And never withering flowers. Death, like a narrow stream, divides That heavenly land from ours.

An Experiment With Fresh Air. An interesting experiment that proves

the value of fresh air in winter, even for very young and delicate children, was tried two or three months ago in a well known babies' hospital. All the sickly

babies that were suffering from chronic

indigestion and lack of nutrition and

who would not improve in spite of good food, perfectly ventilated rooms and careful bathing, were taken to the top ward of the hospital, where all the win-

dows were open wide, wrapped as for the street, and put in their perambulators. They were kept in this room

from two to four hours daily and soon

showed a marked improvement. Their cheeks became rosy, they gained in weight and appetite and would often fall asleep and remain so during the whole time they were in the air. Very

delicate children had bags of hot water

placed at their feet. It is recorded in the account of this experiment that not

one child took cold as a result of it.--New York Post. A Woman's Wit. The other day, says a correspondent

from Alsace, while I was on my way

from M. to Z., I found myself in company with four gentlemen, each of whom was smoking. The train stopped at an intermediate station, and a lady was on

the point of entering it. Being nearest the carriage door, and observing that she carried a basket, I hastened to help her in with it. "Take care," said the lady, "I have six pounds of dynamite in that basket, which I am taking to my husband in a stone quarry." The train then sped on. Quick as lightning the gentlemen exchanged glances and threw their cigars out of the window. All looked horror stricken as they glanced first at the frau and then at the basket. My thoughts conjured up visions of the destruction of the Cafe Very in Paris. My ruminations were suddenly disturbed by a shout of "Station O!" yelled out by a porter. The frau rose slowly from her seat and stepped out upon the platform. A sigh of relief came from us all. "Thank heaven!" said one. I trembled as I handed out the basket, with its dangerous contents. "Thanks!" said the woman. "Thanks! You need not look so scared. There are only some dainty morsels of food inside for my husband, but your smoke was so vile."

Coarse, but Characteristic.

Cabman (whose temper has been ruffled by omnibus man)--You! Why, you

hungry looking wagabun, you look as if

you'd bin lock'd up for a month in a

cookshop with a muzzle on.--London Tit Bits. THE ICE CREAM CURE. Snatched From the Brink of the Grave by This Easily Taken Remedy. A man who is run down in health or who finds disease fastening itself upon his vitals usually tries to save himself by some form of exercise that yields no profit. Hunting, fishing, boating, boxing, lawn tennis, horseback riding and swinging the dumbbells are frequently

tried in vain endeavor to regain the fast decreasing strength. Jim Tobin, one of our most industrious farmers, was confined to the house for some weeks last summer afflicted with a stomach trouble that almost baffled medical skill. It was found that no food except ice cream could be retained long enough to be digested. He confined himself to that diet and was soon able to take some exercise. But he engaged in none of the unremunerative fashionable fads mentioned above. He preferred something financially profitable as well as physically beneficial and used his muscles in performing the lighter forms

of farm work. For several weeks he

continued this sensible course, confining himself strictly to an ice cream diet. He soon found that his former strength and vigor had returned, and he was able to do as much as ever an amount more than is accomplished by the average man. At the Tobin home a gallon of rich ice cream is frozen regularly as morning comes. This work is part of the regular routine of breakfast getting. The amount mentioned is sufficient for the day. Mr. Tobin never eats less than a quart of the

dainty food at meal and frequently requires more than that amount, although seldom indulging in so much as half a

gallon. He digests it readily and enjoys it. He could probably take other kinds of food now, but has suffered so much from indigestion that he thinks it best to leave well enough alone. Since the 14th of last July he has eaten nothing but ice cream. On that date he weighed 140 pounds and was hardly able to walk. Now he tips the beam at 210 and works early and late. This gain of 70 pounds of flesh and the complete restoration of his strength on a diet of frozen cream, eggs and sugar is something remarkable, but it is the simple truth as we got it from Mr. Tobin's own lips. Those who see him--the perfect representative of a man in rugged health, with sinewy build and almost tireless strength --would hardly suspect the modesty of his meals and hardly credit the story when it is told them. Of course there is much monotony in his meals, but he contents himself with his dish of cold comfort, and for desert sniffs the aroma and odor of the victuals on the table. He is satisfied with health and strength and says the medicine is not bad to take.--Lagoda Leader. A Model of All the Oceans. A miniature representation of all the oceans and seas as well as their tides and currents is a feature of the hydrographic display at the World's fair. This model, which all must confess must be of great practical value, if not of scientific interest, is a huge tank, made so as to represent the surface of the earth spread out over an area of about 30 feet square. The oceans, seas and lakes, which of course are the main objects thus displayed, are

represented by real water. Through

these at proper intervals smaller streams of water are ejected, the idea being to represent the different currents just as they flow in nature. The direction of these currents is shown by streaks of white powder on the surface. In order that the whole may be better understood, a large map will be placed within handy reach, with a man to explain the force, volume, etc., of the various "arteries of the deep." It is expected that this display will be an invaluable object lesson to those who have never looked into such matters and whose time and opportunities will not admit of personal investigation.--St. Louis Republic. To Elect a President In February. I propose that the national election day, instead of being set for the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November, be set for the 22d of February. If we adopt George Washington's inauguration day for our national revolution, why shall we not adopt his birthday as the date for its all important preliminary? If the persons who favor setting inauguration day for the 1st of January really desire thus to reduce the in-

terval between election and inauguration

to two months, my plan would effect substantially the same purpose. It would provide an election day during just as much of an "off season" as the present one. Farmers and others who find early November the most convenient time to go to their polling places would be just as little bound down by work at the latter end of February as at the beginning of November, and the weather and the roads would certainly be in no worse condition.--V. T. Raun in Kate Field's Washington. A Priestly Hero. Father William P. Treacy, who has made such a sturdy fight for his church at Swedesboro, N. J., has won the sym-

pathy and admiration of many who even

believe him wrong, and his life's history shows that he is a hero. Three times he has risked his life for others. His first heroic act was to rescue a colored boy from death in the Chesapeake bay during a terrible storm when even the trained life guards flinched. In 1878 the priest jumped into the Bronx near

Fordham college and saved the life of James Murphy. When the village of Aeganhoven in Belgium was destroyed by fire, Father Treacy directed the work of the rescuers from the roofs of the

burning buildings and left them only after every man, woman and child had been accounted for.--Philadelphia Rec-

ord.

Too Many Entertainments.

Little Daughter--Say, mamma, won't

you take me to Cousin Jane's funeral? Mamma--No, pettie. You went to the matinee yesterday and a party last night.

You mustn't have too many entertain-

ments at a time. You don't want to give

yourself up entirely to mirth and frivol-ity.--Texas Siftings.

Curt Instructions. The following is an admirable speci-

men of Lord Palmerston's curt way of

transacting official business--they are instructions given to a foreign office clerk

for answering a letter, "Tell him we'll see; to use blacker ink; to round his letters, and that there's no h in exorbi-tant."--London Tit-Bits. It won't help your own crop any to look over the fence and count the weeds in your neighbor's garden. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON VII, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, MAY 14. Text of the Lesson, Prov. xii, 1-15--Mem-ory Verses, 10, 11--Golden Text, Prov. xi, 30--Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns. 1. "Whoso loveth instruction loveth knowledge, but he that hateth reproof is brutish." Nearly every verse in this lesson contains a contrast between the righteous and the unrighteous, the wise and the fool. And Scripture is full of such contrasts from the story of Cain and Abel to the end of the book. The wise build upon the rock; the foolish build upon the sand; the wise have lamps well trimmed; the foolish have lamps going out. The Lord knoweth the way of the righteous, but the way of the ungodly shall perish (Math. vii, 24, 36; xxv, 1-13; Ps. 1, 6). And as to the brutes, they even put men to shame and know more than some men (Isa. 1, 3). 2. "A good man obtaineth favor of the Lord, but a man of wicked devices will He condemn. The Lord showeth favor to all. He maketh His sun to rise on the evil and on the good and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust" (Math. v, 45). He offers Himself freely to all, but only those who receive Him shall enjoy Him (John 1, 11, 12). Those who receive Him not are condemned already, and to shut Him out from our hearts is the most wicked device that satan can invent (John iii, 18). 3. "A man shall not be established by wickedness, but the root of the righteous shall not be moved." Wickedness shall not deliver those that are given to it, and, though men make a covenant with death and hell, it shall not stand (Eccl. viii, 8; Isa. xxviii, 18). The Lord bringeth the counsel of the heathen to naught. He maketh the devices of the people of none effect (Pa.

xxxiii, 10). But, on the contrary, all who are in the rock Christ Jesus are in a sure and eternal refuge.

4. "A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in His bones." If this is true literally of wife and husband, how much more of the church and Christ? We are said to be even now married to the Lord that we should bring forth fruit unto God (Rom. vii, 4), and Paul says of the believers at Corinth, "I have espoused you to one husband that I may present you as a chaste virgin to Christ" (II Cor. xi, 2). 5. "The thoughts of the righteous are right, but the counsels of the wicked are deceit." This must mean the thoughts which he thinks through us, "for we are not sufficient of ourselves to think anything as of ourselves, but our sufficiency is of God" (II Cor. iii, 5). The natural heart is deceitful above all things and desperately wicked (Jer. xvii, 9), and therefore counsel from such a heart cannot but be deceit. The contrast between Christ and satan is the contrast between truth and lying. 6. "The words of the wicked are to lie in wait for blood, but the mouth of the upright shall deliver them." The last verse contrasted the thoughts of the righteous and of the wicked. This contrasts their words. 7. "The wicked are overthrown and are not, but the house of the righteous shall stand." Jesus and all his House shall stand. The gates of hell shall not prevail against His church (Math. xvi, 18). 8. "A man shall be commended according to his wisdom, but he that is of a perverse heart shall be despised." That which Christ, the wisdom of God, does or says or thinks, in and through us, that shall stand

and be approved, but apart from Him we can do nothing (John xv, 5; II Tim. ii, 15). All who, having heard of Him, will not sub-

mit to Him are among the perverse to whom it is said, "Behold, ye despisers, and wonder and perish" (Acts xiii, 41). 9. "He that is despised and hath a serv-

and, is better than he that honoreth him-

self and lacketh bread." If we will humble ourselves to be His servants and be willing

to be despised for His sake, He will in due time exalt us, while those who prefer to honor themselves and despise the bread of life must forever perish. 10. "A righteous man regardeth the life of his beast, but the tender mercies of the wicked are cruel." Life is the special gift of God and can come only from God. He giveth life and breath and all things. He giveth natural life to man and beast. He giveth life eternal to all who receive Him. 11. "He that tilleth his land shall be satis fied with bread, but he that followeth vain persons is void of understanding."

Here it seems to be the diligent and the slothful contrasted. Jesus says, "My Father worketh hitherto, and I work." He gives to every man his work. He gives to each a pound and says, "Occupy till I come." 12. "The wicked desireth the net of evil men, but the root of the righteous yieldeth fruit." It is written that "they sacrifice unto their net and burn incense unto their drag because by them their portion is fat and their meat plenteous" (Hab. i, 16). In other words, they prosper and grow rich and live only for the present, desiring only the net which will gather in the most gain. They think not that suddenly they may be

called away, and then where shall their gain be? The righteous gather fruits unto life eternal. Their gain will abide.

13. "The wicked is snared by the trans-

gression of his lips, but the just shall come out of trouble." Troubles come to all good and bad, and oftentimes apparently more to the righteous than to the wicked, but the wicked finally go off into trouble unending, while the righteous are sure to be in due time delivered. They shall forget their misery and remember it as waters that pass away. And not only so, for we have have also the comfort of knowing that all pres-

ent tribulation, patiently borne, is working out for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory (Job xi, 16; II Cor. iv, 17).

14. "A man shall be satisfied with good by the fruit of his mouth, and the recompense of a man's hands shall be rendered unto him." Say ye to the righteous that it shall be well with him, for they shall eat the fruit of their doings. Woe unto the wicked; it shall be ill with him, for the re-

ward of his hands shall be given him (Isa. iii, 10, 11). Such is the uniform testimony of Scripture. If Christ, the wisdom of God, is accepted, then salvation is ours, and there

will be reward in proportion to labor (Rom. vi, 23; I Cor. iii, 8; Rev. xxii, 12). If Christ is rejected, the soul is lost, and suffering will be according to sin (John iii, 18; Luke xii, 47, 48). 15. "The way of a fool is right in his own eyes, but he that harkeneth unto counsel is wise." All benefit for time and eternity comes from receiving and obeying the wisdom of God, but as that is opposed to the wisdom of man and casts down all man's reasonings (II Cor. x, 5; margin) many in their pride and folly prefer their own way

and go madly on to their destruction. The wisdom of God is foolishness to the natural

man (I Cor. ii, 14). Therefore the only way is to be born again (John iii, 3). A Reflection on Woman's Skill. Mrs. Figg--Go to your father, Tommy, and ask him what he thinks of the nice hair cut mamma gave you. Mr. Figg (after inspection)--It isn't much as a hair cut, but the job would do very well as an exhibit in the woman's work department at the Columbian fair. --Indianapolis Journal. Cocaine is more insidious than morphine, fastens more readily upon its victim and holds him in at least as tight a grasp. DESIRABLE COTTAGES FOR SALE OR RENT. If you intend visiting the seashore the coming season, communicate with R. CURTIS ROBINSON, Real Estate and Insurance Agent, 744 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J. who has on hand a number of desirable furnished and unfurnished cottages. Full information furnished on application. Building lots for sale in every section of the city. I also have 150 lots near Thirty-eighth street, which I will offer to a syndicate, five lots to the share. Money to loan on Bond and Mortgage on improved property. SCUDDER LUMBER CO., PLANING MILL, SASH FACTORY AND LUMBER YARDS MANUFACTURERS OF Doors, Window Frames, Shutters, Sash, Moldings, Brackets Hot Bed Sash, Scroll Work, Turning, &c. ALSO DEALERS IN BUILDING LUMBER OF EVERY DESCRIPTION, OF WHICH A LARGE STOCK IS CONSTANTLY ON HAND, UNDER COVER, WELL SEASONED AND SOLD AT LOWEST MARKET PRICES. FRONT AND FEDERAL STREETS, CAMDEN, N. J. Y. CORSON, REAL ESTATE AGENT, AND LICENSED AUCTIONEER, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Properties for sale. Boarding Houses and Cottages for Rent in all parts of the city. Correspondence solicited. WM. LAKE, C. E., REAL ESTATE AGENT, Surveying, Conveyancing, Commissioner of Deeds, Notary Public, Master in Chancery. Sec'y Ocean City Building and Loan Association. Lots for Sale or Exchange. Homes to rent, furnished or unfurnished. Deeds, Bonds, Mortgages, Wills and Contracts carefully drawn. Abstracts of titles carefully prepared. Experience of more than twenty-five years. Office--Sixth Street and Asbury Avenue. P. O. Box 825. WM. LAKE.

Honesty is the best policy.--B. Franklin. Therefore get the policies issued at the office of H. B. Adams & Co., by HONEST, Sound, Liberal, Solid and Successful Fire Insurance Companies. Your choice of 18 of the best American and English Companies. LOTS FOR SALE in all parts of the city. Hotels and Cottages for Sale or Rent. Money to loan on mortgages. H. B. ADAMS & CO., Eighth Street, opposite W. J. R. R. Station,

OCEAN CITY, N. J.

E. B. LAKE,

SUPERINTENDENT OF

OCEAN CITY ASSOCIATION

From its Organization, and also

REAL ESTATE AGENT Having thousands of Building Lots for sale at various prices, Some very Cheap and located in all parts of Ocean City. Now is the time to purchase property before the second railroad comes, as then property will greatly advance. I have a good many Inquiries for Property between 6th and 12th streets. Any one having property for sale might do well to give me their prices. All persons desiring to Buy, or Sell, or Exchange property, would do well before closing any transaction to call on or address E. B. LAKE, Association Office, No. 601 Asbury Ave., Ocean City, N. J.

F. L. ARCHAMBAULT,

I am offering Diamonds, Watches, Jew-

elery, Silver Plated and Solid Silver Ware

Handsome Table and Banquet Lamps during

this month at the very lowest prices, and my success has been owing just to such special

inducements.

I feel there is no excuse for one not to enjoy a good time-keeper, when prices are

from $10 to $15 in coin silver cases.

Have a Watch, be on time. FRANK L. ARCHAMBAULT, JEWELER,

No. 106 Market Street

PHILADELPHIA, PA