CURED BY HER FAITH

DR. TALMAGE DISCOURSES ON ONE OF CHRIST'S MIRACLES. He Explains the Deep Significance of the Text, Mark v, 31--The Omnipotent Saviour Was Never Too Busy to Do Good. BROOKLYN, May 21.--Rev. Dr. Talmage today chose for the subject of his discourse the inquiry addressed by the Saviour to those who surrounded him when, the invalid woman having touched

his garment, he asked, "Who touched me" (Mark v, 31)?

A great crowd of excited people elbowing each other this way and that and Christ in the midst of the commotion. They were on the way to see him restore to complete health a dying person. Some

thought he could effect the cure; others that he could not. At any rate, it would be an interesting experiment. A very sick woman of 12 years' invalidism is in the crowd. Some say her name was Martha; others say it was Veronica. I

do not know what her name was, but

this is certain, she had tried all styles of cure. Every shelf of her humble home had medicines on it. She had employed many of the doctors of that time, when medical science was more rude and rough and ignorant than we can imagine in this time when the word physician or surgeon stands for potent and educated skill. Professor Lightfoot gives a list of what he supposes may have been the remedies she had applied. I suppose she had been blistered from head to foot and had tried the compress and had used all styles of astringent herbs, and she had been mauled and hacked and cut and lacerated until life to her was a plague.

Beside that the Bible indicates her doctors' bills had run up frightfully, and she had paid money for medicine and for

surgical attendance and for hygienic ap-

paratus until her purse was as exhausted as her body. What, poor woman, are you doing in that jostling crowd? Better go home

and to bed and nurse your disorders.

No! Wan and wasted and faint, she stands there, her face distorted with suffering, and ever and anon biting her lip with some acute pain and sobbing until her tears fall from the hollow eye upon the faded dress, only able to stand because the crowd is so close to her, pushing her this way and that. Stand back. Why do you crowd that poor body? Have you no consideration for a dying woman? But just at that time the crowd parts, and this invalid comes almost up

to Christ. But she is behind him, and

his human eye does not take her in. She has heard so much about his kindness to the sick, and she does feel so wretched, she thinks if she can only just touch him once it will do her good. She will not touch him on the sacred head, for

that might be irreverent. She will not touch him on the hand, for that might seem too familiar.

She says: "I will, I think, touch him on his coat, not on the top of it, or on the bottom of the main fabric, but on the border, the blue border, the long threads of fringe of that blue border there can be no harm in that. I don't think he will hurt me, I have heard so

much about him. Besides that, I can

stand this no longer. Twelve years of suffering have worn me out. This is my

last hope." And she presses through the

crowd still farther and reaches for

Christ, but cannot quite touch him. She

pushes still farther through the crowd and kneels and puts her finger to the edge of the blue fringe of the border.

She just touches it. Quick as an electric shock there thrilled back into her shat-

tered nerves, and shrunken veins, and exhausted arteries, and panting lungs, and withered muscles, health, beautiful health, rubicund health, God given and

complete health. The 12 years' march

of pain and pang and suffering over sus-

pension bridge of nerve and thought tun-

nel of bone instantly halted. THE HEALING TOUCH. Christ recognizes somehow that magnetic and healthful influence through

the medium of the blue fringe of his gar-

ment had shot out. He turns and looks upon that excited crowd and startles them with the interrogatory of my text, "Who touched me?" The insolent crowd in substance replied: "How do we know? You get in a crowd like this and you must expect to be jostled. You ask us a

question you know we cannot answer."

But the roseate and rejuvenated woman

came up, and knelt in front of Christ, and told of the touch, and told of the restoration, and Jesus said: "Daughter, thy faith hath made thee whole. Go in peace." So Mark gives us in a dramatization of the gospel. Oh, what a doctor Christ is! In every one of our household may he be the family physician. Notice that there is no addition of help to others without subtraction of power from ourselves. The context says that as soon as this woman was healed Jesus felt that virtue or strength had gone out of him. No addition of help to others without subtraction of strength from our-

selves. Did you never get tired for others? Have you never risked your health for others? Have you never preached

sermon, or delivered an exhortation, or

offered a burning prayer, and then felt afterward that strength had gone out of you? Then you have never imitated Christ. Are you curious to know how that garment of Christ should have wrought such a cure for this suppliant invalid? I suppose that Christ was surcharged with

vitality. You know that diseases may be conveyed from city to city by gar-

ments as in case of epidemic, and so suppose that garments may be sur-

charged with health. I suppose that

Christ had such physical magnetism that it permeated all his robe down to the last thread on the border of the blue fringe. But in addition to that there was a divine thrill, there was an omnipotent therapeutics, without which this 12 years' invalid would not have been instantly restored. Now, if omnipotence cannot help others without depletion, how can we ever expect to bless the world without self sacrifice? A man who gives to some Christian object until he feels it, a man who in his occupation or profession overworks that he may educate his children, a man who on Sunday night goes home,

all his nervous energy wrung out by ac-

tive service in the church, or Sabbath school, or city evangelization, has imitated Christ, and the strength has gone out of him.

A mother who robs herself of sleep in

behalf of a sick cradle, a wife who bears up cheerfully under domestic misfortune that she may encourage her husband in

the combat against disaster, a woman

who by hard saving and earnest prayer and good counsel wisely given and

many years devoted to rearing her family for God and usefulness and heaven, and who has nothing to show for it but

premature gray hairs and a profusion of deep wrinkles is like Christ, and strength has gone out of her. That strength or virtue may have gone out through a garment she has made for the home, that strength may have gone out through the sock you knit for the barefoot destitute, that strength may go

out through the mantle hung up in some

closet after you are dead. So a crippled child sat every morning on her father's front step so that when the kind Christian

teacher passed by to school she might

take hold of her dress and let the dress slide through her pale fingers. She said it helped her pain so much and made her

so happy all the day. Aye, have we not

in all our dwellings garments of the departed, a touch of which thrills us through and through, the life of those

who are gone thrilling through the life of those who stay? But mark you, the

principle I evolve from this subject.

No addition of health to others unless there be a subtraction of strength from ourselves. He felt that strength had gone out of him. CHRIST'S SENSITIVENESS.

Notice also in this subject a Christ

sensitive to human touch. We talk about God on a vast scale so much we hardly appreciate his accessibility--God in magnitude rather than God in minutiae, God in the infinite rather than God in the in-finitesimal--but here in my text we have a God arrested by a suffering touch.

When in the sham trial of Christ they

struck him on the cheek we can realize how that cheek tingled with pain. When

under the scourging the rod struck the

shoulders and back of Christ, we can realize how he must have writhed under the lacerations. But here there is a sick and nerveless finger that just touches the long threads of the blue fringe of his coat, and he looks around and says, "Who touched me?" We talk about sensitive people, but Christ was the impersonation of all sen-

sitiveness. The slightest stroke of the

smallest finger of human disability makes all the nerves of his head and

heart and hand and feet vibrate. It is

not a stolid Christ, not a phlegmatic

Christ, not a preoccupied Christ, not a hard Christ, not an iron cased Christ, but an exquisitely sensitive Christ that my text unveils. All the things that touch us touch him, if by the hand of prayer we make the connecting line between him and ourselves complete. Mark you, this invalid of the text might have walked through that crowd all day and cried about her suffering, and no relief would have come if she had not touched him. When in your prayer you

lay your hand on Christ you touch all

the sympathies of an ardent and glowing and responsive nature. You know that in telegraphy there are two currents of electricity. So when you

put out your hand of prayer to Christ

there are two currents--a current of sorrow rolling up from your heart to Christ

and a current of commiseration rolling

from the heart of Christ to you. Two

currents. Oh, why do you go unhelped?

Why do you go wondering about this

and wondering about that? Why do you not touch him? Are you sick? I do not think you are any worse off than this invalid of the text. Have you had a long struggle? I

do not think it has been more than 12 years. Is your case hopeless? So was

this of which my text is the diagnosis

and prognosis. "Oh," you say, "there

are so many things between me and God." There was a whole mob between this invalid and Christ. She pressed through, and I guess you can press through. Is your trouble a home trouble? Christ shows himself especially sympathetic with questions of domesticity, as when the wedding in Cana he alleviated a housekeeper's predicament, as when tears rushed forth at the broken home of Mary and Martha and Lazarus. Men are sometimes ashamed to weep. There are

men who if the tears start will conceal them. They think it is unmanly to cry. They do not seem to understand it is manliness and evidence of a great heart. I am afraid of a man who does not know how to cry. The Christ of the text was not ashamed to cry over human misfortune. Look at that deep lake of tears opened by the two words of the evangelist: "Jesus wept!" Behold Christ on the only day of his early triumph marching

on Jerusalem, the glittering domes obliterated by the blinding rain of tears in

his eyes and on his cheeks, for when he

beheld the city he wept over it. O man of the many trials, O woman of the heart-

break, why do you not touch him?

ALWAYS HELPFUL.

"Oh," says some one, "Christ doesn't care for me. Christ is looking the other way. Christ has the vast affairs of his

kingdom to look after. He has the

armies of sin to overthrow, and there are

so many worse cases of trouble than

mine he doesn't care about me, and his

face is turned the other way." So his back was turned to this invalid of the

text. He was on his way to effect a cure

which was famous and popular and wide resounding. But the context says, "He turned him about." If he was facing to the north, he turned to the south; if he was facing to the east, he turned to the

west. What turned him about? The Bible says he has no shadow of turning; he rides on in his chariot through the

eternities. He marches on, crushing

scepters as though they were the cracking alders on a brook's bank, and tossing thrones on either side of him without

stopping to look which way they fall.

From everlasting to everlasting. "He

turned him about." He, whom all the allied armies of hell cannot stop a min-

ute or divert an inch, by the wan, sick,

nerveless finger of human suffering turn-

ed clear about. Oh, what comfort there is in this subject for people who are called nerv-

ous! Of course it is a misapplied word in that case, but I use it in the ordi-

nary parlance. After 12 years of suffer-

ing, oh, what nervous depression she must have had! You all know that a good deal of medicine taken if it does not cure leaves the system exhausted,

and in the Bible in so many words she

"had suffered many things of many physicians and was nothing bettered,

but rather grew worse." She was as

nervous as nervous could be. She knew

all about insomnia, and about the awful

apprehension of something going to

happen, and irritability about little

things that in health would not have

perturbed her. I warrant you it was

not a straight stroke she gave to the

garment of Christ, but a trembling forearm, and an uncertain motion of the

hand, and a quivering finger with which

she missed the mark toward which she

aimed. She did not touch the garment

just where she expected to touch it.

When I see this nervous woman com-

ing to the Lord Jesus Christ, I say she is

making the way for all nervous people. Nervous people do not get much sympathy. If a man breaks his arm, everybody is sorry, and they talk about it all up and down the street. If a woman has an eye put out by accident, they say, "That's a dreadful thing." Everybody is asking about her convalescence. But when a person is suffering under the ailment of which I am now speaking they say: "Oh, that's nothing. She's a little nervous, that's all," putting a slight upon the most agonizing of suffering. Now, I have a new prescription to give you. I do not ask you to discard human medicament. I believe in it. When the slightest thing occurs in the way of sick-

ness in my household, we always run for the doctor. I do not want to despise medicine. If you cannot sleep nights, do not despise bromide of potassium. If

you have nervous paroxysm, do not despise morphine. If you want to strength-

en up your system, do not despise qui-

nine as a tonic. Use all right and proper medicines. But I want you to bring

your insomnia, and bring your irritability, and bring all your weaknesses, and

with them touch Christ. Touch him

not only on the hem of his garments, but

touch him on the shoulder where he car-

ries our burden, touch him on the head

where he remembers all our sorrows, touch him on the heart, the center of all

his sympathies. Oh, yes, Paul was right

when he said, "We have not a high priest who cannot be touched."

CHRIST'S SUFFERINGS. The fact is Christ himself is nervous.

All those nights out of doors in malarial

districts, where an Englishman or an

American dies if he goes at certain seasons. Sleeping out of doors so many nights, as Christ did, and so hungry, and his feet wet with the wash of the sea, and the wilderness tramp, and the per-

secution, and the outrage must have

broken down his nervous system; a fact

proved by the statement that he lived so short a time on the cross. That is a lingering death ordinarily, and many a sufferer on the cross has writhed in pain 24 hours, 48 hours. Christ lived only six. Why? He was exhausted before he mounted the bloody tree. Oh, it is a wornout Christ, sympathetic with all people worn out. A Christian woman went to the Tract House in New York and asked for tracts

for distribution. The first day she was

out on her Christian errand she saw a policeman taking an intoxicated woman to the station house. After the woman was discharged from custody, this Christian tract distributer saw her coming away all unkempt and unlovely. The tract distributer went up, threw her arms around her neck and kissed her. The woman said, "Oh, my god, why do you kiss me?" "Well," replied the other, "I

think Jesus Christ told me to." "Oh, no,"

the woman said, "don't you kiss me. It breaks my heart. Nobody has kissed me since my mother died." But that sisterly

kiss brought her to Christ, started her on

the road to heaven. The world wants sympathy. It is dying for sympathy, large hearted Christian sympathy. There is omnipotence in the touch. Oh, I am so glad that when we touch Christ Christ touches us! The knuckles, and the limbs, and the joints, all falling apart with that living death called the leprosy, a man is brought to Christ. A hundred doctors could not cure him. The wisest surgery would stand appalled

before that loathsome patient. What did Christ do? He did not amputate; he

did not poultice; he did not scarify. He touched him, and he was well. The

mother-in-law of the Apostle Peter was

in a raging fever--brain fever, typhoid fever, or what, I do not know. Christ was the physician. He offered no febrifuge; he prescribed no drops; he did not put her on plain diet. He touched her, and she was perfectly well. Two blind men come stumbling into a room where Christ is. They are entirely

sightless. Christ did not lift the eyelid

to see whether it was cataract or ophthalmia. He did not put the men into a dark room for three or four weeks. He touched them, and they saw everything.

A man came to Christ. The drum of his ear had ceased to vibrate, and he had a stuttering tongue. Christ touched the ear, and he heard; he touched his tongue, and he articulated. There is a funeral coming out of that gate--a widow following her only boy to the grave. Christ cannot stand it, and he puts his hand on the

hearse, and the obsequies turn into a res-

urrection day.

HE WILL BEAR OUR BURDENS. O my brother, I am so glad when we

touch Christ with our sorrows he touches

us. When out of your grief and vexation

you put your hand on Christ, it wakens

all human reminiscence. Are we tempt-

ed? He was tempted. Are we sick? He was sick. Are we persecuted? He

was persecuted. Are we bereft? He was bereft.

St. Yoo of Kermartin one morning went out and saw a beggar asleep on his doorstep. The beggar had been all night in the cold. The next night St. Yoo com-

pelled this beggar to come up in the house and sleep in the saint's bed, while St. Yoo passed the night on the doorstep

in the cold. Somebody asked him why that eccentricity. He replied: "It isn't an eccentricity. I want to know how the poor suffer. I want to know their agonies that I may sympathize with them, and therefore I slept on this cold step last night." That is the way Christ knows so much about our sorrows. He slept on the cold doorstep of an inhospitable world that would not let him in. He is sympathetic now with all the suffering and all the tired and all the perplexed. Oh, why do you not go and touch him? You utter your voice in a mountain

pass, and there come back 10 echoes, 20

echoes, 30 echoes perhaps--weird echoes. Every voice of prayer, every ascription of praise, every groan of distress has divine response and celestial reverberation, and all the galleries of heaven are filled with sympathetic echoes and throngs of ministering angels echo, and the temples of the redeemed echo, and the hearts of God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Ghost echo and re-echo. I preach a Christ so near you can touch him--touch him with your guilt and get pardon--touch him with your trouble and get comfort--touch him with your bondage and get manumission. You have seen a man take hold of an electric chair. A man can with one hand take one end of the chain, and with the other hand he may take hold of the other end of the chain. Then 100 persons taking hold of that chain will altogether feel the electric power. You have seen that experiment. Well, Christ with one wounded hand takes a hold of one end of the electric chain of love, and with the other wounded hand takes hold of the other end of the electric chain of love, and all earthly and angelic beings may lay hold of that chain, and around and around in sublime and everlasting circuit runs the thrill of terrestrial and celestial and brotherly and saintly and cherubic and seraphic and archangelic and divine sympathy. So that if this morning Christ should sweep his hand over this audience and say, "Who touched me?" there would be hundreds and thousands of voices responding: "I! I! I!" Good Things In a Pamphlet. There lived many years ago in Ireland a barrister of the name of Bethel, who was rather proud of his attainments and who liked to show them off in the writ- ing of pamphlets. One of these, said by those who have seen it to be anything but valuable, was upon the subject of the union between Ireland and England. Meeting a witty acquaintance some days after the publication of his pamphlet, Bethel was asked by him why he had not informed him of its appearance. "I wonder you didn't tell me you'd written it, Bethel," said the witty ac-

quaintance. "I never saw it until yes-

terday, and only then by the merest accident." "Well, how did you like it?" asked Bethel, who was fond of praise and was anxious to hear what was forthcoming to gratify his vanity.

"How did I like it?" repeated the other. "Why, it contained some of the best things I ever saw in a pamphlet on any subject." "I am very proud to have you say so," said Bethel. "Very proud indeed. And--ah--what were the things that pleased you so much?" "Mince pies," said the other. "What?" cried Bethel, his face turning purple. "Mince pies," repeated the other. "I saw a girl coming out of a pastry shop, and she had three steaming hot mince pies wrappde up in your pamphlet. They were fine. Did you have mince pies in all of them?"--Harper's Young People. The Art of Politeness. Is politeness quite a lost art? Sometimes I am obliged to think so. The other evening at a performance of "Adonis" a stylishly dressed woman sat behind a young girl whose large hat somewhat obscured her view of the per-

formance. A polite request on her part would doubtless have induced the wearer of the obnoxious hat to remove it. But the woman who couldn't see preferred other methods. So loudly and rudely she said: "I think it is abominable for any one to wear a big hat like that in the theater. It ought'nt to be allowed." The wearer of the hat immediately re-

moved it. Then the woman who couldn't see leaned forward and said in the most dulcet of tones: "It was very sweet of you to remove your hat. It quite obcured the stage from view." But the sweetness had come a little too late, and the wearer of the hat replied quietly, but cuttingly, "It would have been more amiable of you, madame, had you asked me to remove my hat instead of making the disagreeable remark that met my ears."--New York Commercial Advertiser. Waited on the Queen For Forty Years From England comes an item which may interest those who are curious about court customs. The dowager Duchess of Athole, who has been a lady in waiting to the queen for nearly 40 years and who was mistress of the robes in Lord Derby's first administration, was acting mistress of the robes during the months of February, March and April. The duties of the office will be undertaken by the dowager Duchess of Roxburghe during May, June and July. The mistress of the robes attends the queen at all court and state functions and is expect-

ed to be present at the drawing rooms, the state balls and the state concerts. The dowager of Roxburghe has been a lady in waiting on the queen for more than 30 years, and in length of service she comes second only to the dowager Duchess of Athole, the third place being filled by the dowager Lady Churchill.

His Two Works of Art. One day the swell artist was passing the house of the younger one, and the latter called to him, "Mr. -----, I have just finished two pictures entirely different in subject and would like to have your opinion on them." The great man said he would be only too happy to look at them; so, ushering him into the house and opening the parlor, the owner pointed at two pictures hanging on the wall and said: "There they are. One picture is of my father copied from an old fash-

ioned ambrotype. The other is a painting of Lily Pond." The artist, after adjsting his eye-

glasses and looking carefully at the paintings a moment, turned and asked, "Which one did you say was your father, Mr. -----?"--Boston Globe.

Paris Exposition of 1900.

The question relative to a site for the exhibition of 1900 seems to be on the road to a settlement. The subcommittee of municipal councilors appointed to re-

port upon the matter has given an opin-

ion in favor of again utilizing the Champ de Mars. Not a tree of the Bois de Boulogne would therefore be touched, and not a blade of grass would be removed from Lady Wallace's property at Bagatelle. The members of the subcommittee have also expressed them-

serlves in favor of organizing a kind of central exhibition of machinery and agriculture at Vincennes in order to give the inhabitants of that rather neglected portion of the metropolitan zone a chance of turning a few honest pennies."--Lon-don Telegraph. Getting Money to Go Shopping. A well known artist, whose studio is in New York, but whose home is in a pleasant village an hour's ride from the metropolis, promised faithfully one morning that he would do some shopping for his wife. On arriving at his studio he found that he had money enough in his pocket for his lunch and no more. What to do about the shopping? Suddenly he bethought himself of an order for an illustration that he had received from a magazine. He set to work, and in less than two hours had finished the drawing, collected $60 for it at the publisher's office and had strated on the more exhaustive labor of shopping.--New York Sun. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON IX, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, MAY 28. Text of the Lesson, Prov. xxxi, 10-31. Memory Verses, 26-29--Golden Text, Prov. xxxi, 30--Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns.

The chapter opens with wise and loving counsel from a mother to her royal son. She would have him to be a true Nazarite and a real friend to the desolate and oppressed, the poor and the needy. Compare Num. vi, 1-8; Ps. lxxii, 1-4. And who can help thinking of Him who is the true brightness of God, for such, according to Young, is the meaning of Lemuel? Then follow these 23 verses of our lesson concerning the model woman, each verse in the Hebrew commencing with a letter of the alphabet in regular order, thus forming an acrostic.

In the study of this lesson many will con-

fine themselves to the admirable portrait of the perfect wife and mother, and thus find a most profitable study. I will take this woman as the least suggestive of the true church, the bride of Christ, as to her personal standing and character, her rela-

tion to her husband, to her household and to the poor and needy. She is a virtuous woman (verses 10, 29). Young defines virtue as strength of mind or body. Peter says that if we desire an abundant entrance into the kingdom we must add to our faith virtue. Then she walks in the fear of the Lord, which is the beginning of wisdom and a fountain of life (II Pet. i, 5; Prov. i, 7, 14-27). Her clothing is said to be silk and purple, strength and honor (verses 22, 35), remind-

ing us of Ezek. xvi, 13, 14, and the clothing of fine linen, silk and broidered work, and the beauty because of the Lord's comeli-

ness. See also Isa. lxi, 10. Her loins are also girt with strength (verse 17), and what strength is there that can compare with that of truth, righteousness and faithful-

ness (Eph. vi, 14; Isa. xi, 5)? Her words are wisdom and kindness (verse 26), making us think of Him who was full of grace and truth (John i, 14).

There is no slothfulness nor love of ease in her, for she works early and late, before the dawn and on into the night (verses 15, 18). Her works are manifold, she is always abounding, and it is all willing work (verses 13-19). Compare I Cor. xv, 58; II Cor. viii, 12. She bringeth her food from afar (verse 14), suggesting to us the manna from heaven in contrsat to the leeks and onions of Egypt. Man's words cannot satisfy; we must have the word of God. The field which she takes in order to work it and the vineyard which she plants turn our thoughts to the field in which Ruth gleaned and to the vineyard yet to prove fruitful (Isa. v), while the joy and reward in the time to come (verses 16, 25, 31) cannot but point us to the time when He shall say to the faithful, "Well done; enter thou into the joy of the Lord." Let the record stand as a description of the model woman, and may the Lord greatly multiply such among our daughters! But let us also consider the true church and the individual believer, and may these things be true of us in our daily life! Let us only believe, and thus realize what our perfect standing is in Christ through His finished work, and so shall our lives be increasingly conformed to His image, more perfect reflections of His life which he desires in some measure to repeat in all His redeemed, even in these mortal bodies (II Rom. viii, 29; II Cor. iii, 18; iv, 10, 11). Her husband is mentioned in verses 11, 23, 28. It is written of Israel, "Thy Maker is thy husband; the Lord of Hosts is His name" (Isa. liv, 5). The Lord Jesus is frequently spoken of as the Bridegroom (Luke v, 34, 35; John iii, 29; Rev. xxi, 9), and we know that Adam and Eve were a type of Christ and the church (Eph. v, 31, 32). Her husband doth safely trust in her, and she is all His desire (verse 11). Hear Him say of her, "Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee." "A garden inclosed is my sister, my spouse; a spring shut up, a foun-

tain sealed" (Song iv, 7, 12). She will do him good and not evil (verse 11). Her hus-

band is known in the gates (verse 23). When we have the spirit of Paul, who de-

termined to know nothing but Christ and Him crucified; who said, "Christ shall be magnified in my body whether by life or by death;" who was ready not to be bound only but to die for Jesus' sake (I Cor. ii, 2; Phil. i, 30; Acts xxi, 13), then will we ever do Him good and give Him pleasure, and He shall be known and honored through us. Her husband praiseth her (verse 28). Her children and her household claim a share of our attention. In verses 21, 15, 27 we learn of their clothing, their food and their ways, all abundantly provided and well seen to. Our clothing as children of God is Christ Himself, for we are com-

manded to "Put on the Lord Jesus Christ" (Rom. xiii, 14). He became sin for us that we might be made the righteousness of God in Him (II Cor. vi, 21), and in Rev. xix, 8, the fine linen garments of the bride represent the righteousness of the saints, which must be His righteousness imparted to us and then wrought out through us. The church may be said to see to this matter of cloth-

ing by pointing others to Him who providest by His great work. As to food, the church has an abundant supply provided for her to dispense in the wonderful word which contains milk for babes and bread and strong meat for older children (I Pet. ii, 2; Cor. iii, 2; Heb. v, 13, 14; John vi, 51, 57). Then, as to her ways, we have already learned from this book that wisdom's ways are ways of pleas-

antness, and all her paths are paths of peace (iii, 17). If we are only willing to be guided, we will not fail to see the way wherein we should walk and the thing that we should do (Jer. xiii, 3). See also Pa. xxxii, 8.

Not only are her own household, the household of faith (Gal. vi, 10), well seen to, but "she stretcheth out her hand to the poor--year, she reacheth both her hands to the needy" (verse 20). If the church has the spirit of her Lord, it will be one of her prominent characteristics that the poor and needy are well seen to. When Jesus would prove to John the Baptist that He was indeed the Messiah, He told the messengers to say, among other things, that the poor have the gospel preached to them (Math. xi, 5). It will be one of the features of the kingdom when the church has be-

come the bride of Christ that the poor and needy shall have special care (Ps. lxxii, 2, 4, 12, 13). In verse 30 we learn that all else but the fear of the Lord is only vanity, or, as it is said in I Cor. xiii, there is a love without which all else, even the giving of one's body to be buried, is as nothing. Without Me, says Christ, ye can do nothing (John xv, 5). Paul said concerning His life and His works, "Not I, but Christ," "Not I, but the grace of God" (Gal. ii, 20; I Cor. xv, 10). When it is so with every believer and the church as a whole, then will this excellent woman be fully manifested. Saving Money for Papa. "Papa," said Abner, "if you will buy me a printing press, I'll print you a news-

paper every day, and then you won't have to spend your money on newspa-

pers."--Harper's Bazar. "I hear Palette had a picture in the exhibition." "Yes, but he didn't have it there long. The jury returned it immediately."--Vogue. A host should not stand while carving. 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. Houses 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.

Honest 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 to just 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