TIMBREL OF JUBILEE.

MOSES AND MIRIAM ON THE BANKS OF THE RED SEA.

A Day of Rejoicing at the Brooklyn Taber-nacle--Dr. Talmage's Eloquent and In-

spiring Sermon--A New Departure by the Thankful Pastor. BROOKLYN, May 28.--This was one of the greatest days in the history of the Brooklyn Tabernacle. The music, instrumental and congregational, was of the most joyous type: the hymns, the prayers and the sermon were celebrative of the entire extinguishment of the floating debt of $140,000, accumulated from the disasters which required the building of three immense churches. Text, Exocus xv, 20, 21: "And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand, and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, "Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea." Sermonizers are naturally so busy in getting the Israelites safely through the parted Red sea and the Egyptians submerged in the returning waters that but little time is ordinarily given to what the Lord's people did after they got well up high and dry on the beach. That was the beach of the Red sea, which is at its greatest width 200 miles and at its least width 12 miles. Why is the adjective "red" used in describing this water? It is called the Red sea because the mountains on its western coast look as though sprinkled with brick dust, and the water is colored with red seaweed and has red zoophyte and red coral. This sea was cut by the keels of Egyptian, Phoenician and Arabic shipping. It was no insignificant pond or puddle on the beach of which my text calls us to stand. I hear upon it the sound of a tambourine, for which the timbrel was only another name--an instrument of music made out of a circular hoop, with pieces of metal fixed in the sides of it which made a jingling sound, and over which hoop a piece of parchment was distended, and this was beaten by the knuckles of the performer. The Israelites, standing on the beach of the Red sea, were making music on

their deliverance from the pursuing

Egyptians, and I hear the Israelitish men with their deep bass voices, and I hear the timbrel of Miriam as she leads the women in their jubilee. Rather lively instruments, you say, for religious service, the timbrel or tambourine. But I think God sanctioned it. And I rather think we will have to put a little more of the festive into our religious services and drive out the dolorous and funereal,

and the day may come when the timbrel

will resume its place in the sanctuary. But that which occupied the attention of all the men and women of that Israelitish host was the celebration of their victory. They had crossed. They had triumphed. They were free. More wonderful was this victory and defeat than when the hosts of Richard overcame the hosts of Saladin at Azotus, than when at Bannockburn Scotland was set free, than when the Earl of Northumberland was driven back at Branham Moor, than when at the battle of Wakefield York was slain, than when at Bosworth Field Richard was left dead, than when the Athenians under

Miltiades at Marathon put the Persians

to flight, for this victory of my text was gained without sword or catapult or spear. The weapon was a lifted and prostrated sea. "And Miriam, the prophetess, the sister of Aaron, took a timbrel in her hand, and all the women went out after her with timbrels and with dances. And Miriam answered them, Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea." A GLORIOUS TRIUMPH. Brooklyn Tabernacle today feels much as Moses and Miriam did when they stood on the banks of the Red sea after their safe emergence from the waters.

By the help of God and the generosity of our friends here and elsewhere our $140,000 of floating church debt is forever gone, and this house, which, with the ground upon which it stands, represents $410,000, I this day reconsecrate to God

the Father, God the Son and God the

Holy Ghost. A stranger might ask how could this church get into debt to an amount that would build several large churches? My answer is, Waves of destruction, stout as any that ever rolled across the Red sea of my text. Examine all the pages of church his-

tory and all the pages of the world's his-

tory and show me an organization, sacred or secular, that ever had to build three great structures, two of them destroyed by fire. Take any of your biggest life insurance companies, or your

biggest storehouses, or your biggest

banks, or your biggest newspaper establishments and let them have to build three times on the same foundation, and it would cost them a struggle if not demolition. My text speaks of the Red sea once crossed, but one Red sea would not have so much overcome us. It was with us Red sea after Red sea. Three Red seas! Yet today, thanks be to God, we stand on the shore, and with organ and cornet in absence of a timbrel we chant, "Sing ye unto the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea." But why the great expense of this structure? My answer is the immensity of it and the firmness of it. It cost over $34,000 to dig the cellar before one stone was laid, reaching as the foundation does from street to street, and then the build-

ing of the house was constructed in a way,

we are told be experienced builders who had nothing to do with it, for durability of foundation and wall such as charac-

terizes hardly any other building of this

city. To the day of your death and mine, and for our children and grandchildren after us, it will stand here a house of God and a gate of heaven. For me personally this is a time of gladness more than tongue or pen or type can ever tell. For 24 years I had been building churches in Brooklyn and seeing them burn down until I felt I could endure the strain no longer, and I

had written my resignation as pastor and had appointed to read it two Sabbaths ago and close my work in Brook-

lyn forever. I felt that my chief work was yet to be done, but that I could not do it with the Alps on one shoulder and the Himalayas on the other. But God has interfered, and the way is clear, and I am here and expect to be here until my work on earth is done. Why should I want to go away from Brooklyn? I have no sympathy with the

popular sentiment which [?] our

beloved city. Some people make it a part of their religion to excoriate and belittle the place of their residence, and there has

been more damage, financial and moral,

done to our city by this hypercriticism

than can ever be estimated. The course of our city has been onward and upward.

We have a citizenship made up of hundreds of thousands of as good men and women as inhabit the earth, and I feel

honored in being a citizen of Brooklyn, and propose to stay here until I join the population in the Silent City out yonder,

now all abloom with spring flowers--sweet types of resurrection! My thanks must be first to God and

then to all who have contributed by large gift or small to this emancipation. Thanks to the men, women and children who have helped, and sometimes helped with self sacrifice that I know must have won the applause of the heavens. If you could only read with me a few of the thousands of letters that have come to my desk in The Christian Herald office, you would know how deep their

sympathy, how large their sacrifice has been. "I have sold my bicycle and now send you the money," is the language of

one noble young man who wrote to The Christian Herald. "This is my dead son's gift to me, and I have been led to send it to you," writes a mother in Rhode Island. A blind octogenarian invalid in York, Pa., sends his mite and his prayer.

Thanks to all the newspaper press. Have you noticed how kind and sympathetic all the secular newspapers have been, and of course all the religious

newspapers, with two or three nasty exceptions? You say that sometimes newspapers get things wrong. Yes, but which of us does not sometimes get things

wrong? If you want to find a man who

has never made a mistake, do not waste

your time by looking in this pulpit.

Thanks to the editors and reporters and

publishers. Gentlemen of the Brooklyn and New York printing press, if you

never report anything else that I say,

please report that. Yes, I see you are getting it all down. A NEW DEPARTURE.

As a church we from this day make

new departure. We will preach more instructive sermons. We will offer more faithful prayers. We will do better work in all departments. We will in the autumn resume our lay college.

We will fill all the rooms of this magnifi-

cent pile with work for God and suffer-

ing humanity. More prayers have been offered for this church, and on both sides the sea, than for any church that has ever existed, and all those prayers will be answered. Clear the track for the Brooklyn Tabernacle! "Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed glori-

ously; the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea."

But do you not now really think that

the Miriam of my text rejoiced too soon?

Do you not think she ought to have waited till the Israelitish host got clear

over to Canaan before she struck her knuckles against the timbrel or tam-

bourine? Miriam! You do well to have

the tambourine ready, but wait a little

before you play it. You are not yet through the journey from Egypt to the

Promised Land. You will yet have to

drink out of the bitter water of Marah, and many of your army will eat so heartily of the fallen quails that they will die of colic, and you will at the foot of Sinai

be scared with the thunder, and there

will be fiery serpents in the way and

many battles to fight, and last of all the

muddy Jordan to cross. Miriam! I have no objections to the tambourine, but do

not jingle its bells or thump its tightened

parchment until you are all through. Ah, my friends, Miriam was right. If we never shouted victory till we got clear through the struggles of this life,

we would never shout at all. Copy the

habit of Miriam and Moses. The moment you get a victory celebrate it. The time and place to hold a jubilee for the safe crossing of the Red sea is on its beach and before you leave it. It is aw-

ful, the delayed hosannahs, the belated hallelujahs, the postponed doxologies, the trains of thanksgiving coming in so long after they are due!

It is said, do not rejoice over a revival

too soon, for the new members might not

hold out. Do not thank God for the money you made today, for tomorrow you might lose it all and more. Do not be too grateful for your good health today, for tomorrow you may get the grip. Do not be too glad about your conversion, for you might fall from grace. Do not rejoice too soon over a church's deliverance, because there might be disasters yet to come. Oh, let us have no more adjourned gratitude! The time to thank God for a rescue from temptation is the moment after you

have broken the wine flask. The time to thank God for your salvation is the moment after the first flash of pardon. The time to be grateful for the comfort of your bereft soul is the first moment of Christ's appearance at the mausoleum of Lazarus. The time for Miriam's tambourine to sound its most jubilant note is the moment the last Israelite puts his foot on the sand on the parted inland ocean. Alas, that when God's mercies have such swift wings our praises should have such leaden feet! MIRIAM'S SONG. Notice that Miriam's song in my text had for its burden the overthrown cavalry. It was not so much the infantry or the men on foot over whose defeat she

rejoiced with ringing timbrel, but over

the men on horseback--the mounted troops! "The horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea." There is some-

thing terrible in a cavalry charge. You see it is not like a soldier afoot, thrusting a bayonet or striking with a sword, using

nothing but the strength of his own mus-

cle and sinew, for the cavalryman adds to the strength of his own arm the awful plunge of a steed at full gallop. Tremendous arm of war is the cavalry!

Josephus says that in that host that

crossed the Red sea there were 50,000

cavalrymen. Epaminondas rode into battle with 5,000 cavalrymen and Alex-

ander with 7,000. Marlborough depended

on his cavalry for the triumph at Bien-

heim. It was not alone the snow that de-

spoiled the French armies in retreat from Moscow, but the mounted Cossacks. Cavalrymen decided the battles of Leuthen and Leipaic and Winchester and Hanover Court House and Five Forks. Some of you may have been in the relentless raids led on by Forrest or Chalmers or Morgan or Stuart of the southern side, or Pleasanton or Wilson or Kilpatrick or Sheridan of the northern side. The army saddles are the thrones of battle. Hurricanes in stirrups are the cavalrymen. No wonder that Miriam was chiefly grateful that the Egyptian cavalrymen, pursuing the Israelites down to midway the Red sea, were unsaddled, unstirruped, unhorsed. Miriam struck the center of the tambourine with the full force of her right hand when she came to that bar of

the music, "The horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea." Ah, my friends, it is the mounted troubles that we most

fear. The little troubles we can endure--

the cinder in the eye, the splinter under the nail, the thorn in the foot, the social slight, the mean fling, the invidious comparison or the remarks that snub.

The annoyances and vexations on foot we can conquer, but alas for the mounted disasters, the bereavements, the bankruptcies, the persecutions, the appalling

sicknesses that charge upon us, as it

were, with uplifted battleax or consum-

ing thunderbolt of power. There are

those among my hearers or readers who have had a whole regiment of mounted disasters charging upon them. But fear

not. The smallest horsefly on the neck

of pharaoh's war charger, passing between the crystal palisades of the upheaved Red sea, was not more easily drowned by the falling waters than the

50,000 helmeted and plumed riders on the

backs of the 50,000 neighing and caparisoned war chargers. And I have to tell you, O child of God, that the Lord, who is on your side now and forever, has at his disposal and

under his command all waters, all winds, all lightnings, all time and all eternity. Come, look me in the face while I utter the word God commands me to speak to

you, "No weapon formed against you

shall prosper." Don't throw away your

tambourine. You will want it as sure

as you sit there and I stand here, and the tune you will yet play on it, whether

standing on the beach of time or beach of

eternity, will be the tune that Miriam

played when she cried, "Sing ye to the

Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously;

the horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea."

I expect to have a good laugh with you in heaven, for the Bible says in Luke, sixth chapter, twenty-first verse, "Blessed are ye that weep now, for ye shall laugh." We shall not spend all eternity psalm singing, but sometimes in review of the past, as Christ says, we shall laugh. There is nothing wrong in laughter. It all depends on what you laugh at, and when you laugh, and how you laugh. Nothing, it seems, will more thoroughly kindle our heavenly hilarities after we have got inside the pearly gate than to see how in this world we got scared at things which ought not to have frightened us at all. How often we work ourselves up into a great stew about nothing! The Red sea before may be deep, and the Egyptian cavalry behind us may be well mounted, but if we trust the Lord we will go through no more hurt by the water than when in boyhood we rolled our garments to the knee and barefoot crossed the meadow brook on the old homestead. The odds may seem to be all against you, but I guess it will be all right with you if you have God on your side and all the angelic, cherubic, seraphic and archangelic kingdoms. "If God be for you, who can be against you?" Lay hold of the Lord in prayer, and you will go free, as did Richard Cecil with £20 of missionary money in his saddlebags, and the highwaymen grabbed his horse by the bridle and told him to deliver, and he prayed to God for safety, and suddenly one of the robbers said: "Mr. Cecil, I once heard you preach. Boys, let the gentleman go." AN IDEA OF HEAVEN. But let me criticise Miriam a little for the instrument of music she employed

in the divine service on the sandy beach. Why not take some other instrument? The harp was a sacred instrument. Why

did she not take that? The cymbal was

a sacred instrument. Why did she not take that? The trumpet was a sacred instrument. Why did she not take that? Amid the great host there must have been musical instruments more used in

religious service. No. She took that which she liked the best and on which she could best express her gratulation

over a nation's rescue, first through the

retreat of the waves of the Red sea, and then through the clapping of the hands of their destruction. So I withdraw my criticism of Miriam. Let every one take her or his best mode of divine worship and celebration. My idea of heaven is that it is a place where we can do as we please and have everything we want. Of

course we will do nothing wrong and want nothing harmful.

How much of the material and physical will finally make up the heavenly world I know not, but I think Gabriel

will have his trumpet, and David his

harp, and Handel his organ, and Thalberg his piano, and the great Norwegian

performer his violin, and Miriam her tim-

brel, and as I cannot make music on any of them I think I will move around among all of them and listen. But there are our friends of the Scotch Covenanter church who do not like musical instru-

ments at all in divine worship, and they need not have them.

I tell Duncan and McLeod and Bruce they need never hear in heaven a single

string thrum, or a single organ roll. We

will all do as we please in that radiant place if through the pardoning and sanctifying grace of Christ we ever get there. What a day it will be when we stand on the beach of heaven and look back on the Red sea of this world's sin and trouble and celebrate the fact that we have got through and got over and

got up, our sins and our troubles at-

tempting to follow gone clear down under the waves. Oh, crimson floods, roll over them and drown them, and drown them forever!

What a celebration it will be--our resurrected bodies standing on the beach

whose pebbles are amethyst and emerald and agate and diamonds! What a shaking of hands! What a talking over old times! What a jubilee! What an opportunity to visit! In this world we have so little time for that, I am looking forward to eternal socialities. To be with God and never sin against him. To be with Christ and forever feel his love. To walk together in robes of white with

those with whom on earth we walked together in black raiment of mourning. To gather up the members of our scat-

tered families and embrace them with no

embarrassment, though all heaven be looking on. TOGETHER AT THE LAST. A mine in Scotland caved in and

caught amid the rocks a young man

who in a few days was to have been united in holy marriage. No one could get heart to tell his affianced of the

death of her beloved, but some one made

her believe that he had changed his mind

about the marriage and willfully disappeared. Fifty years passed on, when one day the miners delving in the earth suddenly came on the body of that young man, which had all those years been kept from the air and looked just as it was the day of the calamity. Strong, manly, noble youth; he sat there looking as on the day he died. But no one recognized the silent form.

After awhile they called the oldest inhabitants to come and see if any one

could recognize him. A woman with bent form and her hair snowy white with years came last, and looking upon the silent form that had been so completely

preserved gave a bitter cry and fell into a long swoon. It was the one to whom

half a century before she was to have

been wedded, looking then just as when in the days of their youth their affections had commingled. But the emotion

of her soul was too great for mortal endurance, and two days after those who 50 years before were to have joined hands in wedlock were at last married in the tomb, and side by side they wait for the resurrection. My friends, we shall come at last upon those of our loved ones who long ago

halted in the journey of life. They still be as fair and beautiful--yes, fairer and

more beautiful than when we parted from them. It may be old age looking

upon childhood or youth. Oh, my Lord, how we have missed them! Separated for 10 years or 20 years or 50 years, but

together at the last. Together at the

last. Just think of it! Will it not be

glorious? Miriam's song again appropriate, for death riding on the pale horse

with his four hoofs on all our hearts shall

have been forever discomforted. I see them now--the glorified--as-

sembled for a celebration mightier and more jubilant than that on the banks of the Red sea, and from all lands and ages, on beach of light above beach of light,

gallery above gallery and thrones above

thrones, in circling sweep of 10,000 miles of surrounding and upheaved splendor, while standing before them on "sea of

glass mingled with fire" Michael, the

archangel, with swinging scepter beats

time for the multitudinous chorus, cry-

ing: "Sing! Sing! Sing ye to the Lord,

for he hath triumphed gloriously; the

horse and his rider hath he thrown into the sea."

Ran With a Bullet In Its Heart.

While working on a cattle ranch in the Cherokee Nation in 1886, I, in company

with several other cattle punchers, as we were called, was riding over the

crest of a hill, when we saw at a short distance five deer feeding on the short, tender grass. Bringing my trusty win-

chester to a level, I singled out a fine, large buck, with a pair of magnificent antlers, and took deliberate aim, firing at the region of the heart. With a bleat and snort the buck bounded off across the prairie with two of us boys in pursuit. After a chase of two or three miles the deer suddenly dropped dead, and upon examination we found that the bullet had passed clear through its heart.--St. Louis Republic. Hypnotism In Court. The latest instance of the introduction of the famous hypnotic theory into a criminal case was furnished in the police court the other day. Mlle. Sandrini, a leading opera danseuse, had a servant whom she suspected of robbing her. A friend of the danseuse, who dabbled in mesmerism or hypnotism, took it into her head to throw the domestic into a trance, and while the girl was in this state it is alleged that she made a full confession of her guilt, and furthermore described accurately how she went about her predatory operations, and what she had annexed. Her legal defender was not satisfied with the hypnotic treatment of his client and maintained that as she was a victim of pulmonary consumption she was subject to fits, which made her a thoroughly irresponsible being. He accordingly asked for the appointment of a medical man to report on the girl's actual mental and physical condition. The court, evidently puzzled by the hypnotic and the consumption theories, directed that the girl should be medically examined.--Paris Cor. London Telegraph.

Trouble With a Sword. A Lewiston young man who was in Portland Saturday night found some antique Turkish swords in a window on Congress street, and having a love for art bought one for ornamental purposes and asked the clerk to do it up in paper. Before he had gone half a block the paper came off. The young man was waiting for the Boston boat to start. He carried the sword about the streets till people began to comment upon it. Then he hid it under his ulster and was standing on the corner talking when it slipped down, striking on his toe with the sharp point. He picked it up again and hid it under his coat. When he got into the theater, he was about to be seated when he thought of the sword under his coat. He could not sit down until that sword came out, so unbuttoning the coat he held the sword in his lap all the evening. At midnight when he went on board the boat one of the officers saw the sword and said, "You may leave your valuables with the purs-er."--Bangor Commercial.

Incorrigible Miss Cannon.

Miss Cannon of New Brunswick was arrested for being "incorrigible." It turned out that her incorrigibility lay in her refusing to marry a man she did not love to please her parents. The humor of the situation appeared to strike even the justice who heard the charge and explanation. This is the kind of incorrigibility that may be generally com-

mended under the code of popular sen-

timent in this independent country. Parental advice as to whom a young shall not marry is often very valuable, but to name the man whom she shall marry is going a little too far. Success to Miss Cannon in her efforts to prevent a loveless marriage.--New York World.

Didn't Care to Be Presented.

The wife of a well known naval officer tells an amusing story of some of her experiences in Washington society. On one occasion when she was asked to receive at an army and navy german, a congressman entered with a lady lean-

ing upon each arm. One of the floor committee at once approached him with the polite request that he give his name, in order that he might be presented to Mrs. Blank, who received the guests of the evening.

"No, thank you," was the nonchalant reply. "I don't care to be introduced. I have two ladies now to take care of, and that is about as much as I can man-age."--Kate Field's Washington. "Women always tell the truth, but not the whole truth," somewhat vaguely repeats a provincial adage. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON X, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, JUNE 4.

Text of the Lesson, Eccl. v, 1-12--Mem-ory Verses, 1, 2--Golden Text, Rom. xii, 11--Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns.

"This is the book and mirror of the natural man. The thread of the book is the expression, 'Under the sun,' which is found in it more than 25 times. Its conclusion, 'Fear God and keep His commandments,' has in it no redemptive power, but prepares the way for the Redeemer from above the sun, who alone can make all things new" (W. J. Erdman). The life of Ecclesiastes compared with that of the Song of Solomon is like the seventh of Romans compared with the eighth. It is the fruitless effort to do good and be good apart from Him who alone is good. In all the "times" of chapter iii, 1-8, there is no "time to pray."

1. "Keep thy foot when thou goest to the house of God and be more ready to hear than to give the sacrifice of fools, for they consider not that they do evil." Our feet may take us to the house of God, but unless our hearts are right with God we shall be fools. The life of a Christian is in the New Testament compared to a walk. We are to walk worthy of our vocation, walk in love, walk as children of light, walk circumspectly (Eph. iv, 1; v, 2, 8, 15). 2. "Be not rash with thy mouth and let not thine heart be hasty to utter anything before God, for God is in heaven and thou upon earth. Therefore let thy words be few." Not only do our feet need keeping, but also our mouths. David's resolution was a good one, "I said I will take heed to my ways that I not sin with my tongue" (Ps. xxxix, 1). His prayer is always ap-

propriate, "Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips" (Ps. cxli, 3). How can we order our words aright be-

fore God? I know of no way so good as being filled with His words. See how in Hos. xiv, 2, He puts the very words in our mouths which He would have us say. And there are prayers throughout the Psalms suitable to every possible occasion. 3. "For a dream cometh through the multitude of business, and a fool's voice is known by multitude of words." There are dreams from above the sun--God him-self--of which many are recorded in Scripture, but ordinary dreams are from worldly cares. As to a multitude of words, we are told that in such there wanteth not sin (Prov. x, 19), and this may be true even of some prayers we know about which occupy anywhere from 10 to 20 minutes or more. Contrast with such waste of words and time the prayer of our Lord in John xvii, not over five minutes in length.

4. "When thou vowest a vow unto God, defer not to pay it, for He hath no pleasure in fools. Pay that which thou hast vowed." Compare with this verse Num. xxx, 2; Deut. xxiii, 21-23; Ps. lxvi, 13, 14, and be careful how you make promises to God. He is the faithful promiser (I Cor. i, 9; x, 13; I Thess. v, 24; II Thess. iii, 3; Heb. x, 23), and our part is to trust Him, confide in Him, for all His promises are in Christ, yea and amen (II Cor. i, 20).

5. "Better is it that thou shouldest not vow than that thou shouldest vow and not pay," because that would be simply lying, and neither deceit nor lies can dwell in God's sight (Ps. ci, 7). Some people called Christians think it all right to make promises to their fellows which they have neither ability nor intention to meet. We would commend to such the last clause of Rev. xxi, 8, "All liars shall have their part in the lake which burneth with fire and brim -stone." 6. "Suffer not thy mouth to cause thy flesh to sin." One member of the body may cause another member or even the whole body to suffer. We know this to be true physically. It is also true spiritually. See I Cor. xii, 12-27. If we believed this, we would be more careful of others' feelings and watch lest we should thoughtlessly cause another to suffer. 7. "For in the multitude of dreams and many words there are also divers vanities, but fear thou God." God said to Abram, "I am the Almighty God; walk before Me and be thou perfect"--margin, upright or sincere--(Gen. xvii, 1). Jesus says to us, "Lo, I am with you always" (Math. xxviii, 20). This fact believed is the greatest possible corrective of one's life if we think of Him as the One who so loved us that He gave Himself for us. Then His love will constrain us to love what He loves and to avoid what He dislikes. 8. "He that is higher than the highest regardeth, and there be higher than they." Oppression of the poor and perversion of justice are among the perplexing things of life even to this day. But it is a very old story. David, Asaph and Jeremiad were all disturbed by these things (Ps. xxxvii, 1, 2; lxxiii, 3; Jer. xii, 1), but light is found in the context of each passage, and this verse of our lesson assures us that God does see and care. Our need is faith and patience (Heb. x, 36, 37; Rev. xiii, 10; xiv, 12). The finished story will make all clear. 9. "Moreover, the profit of the earth is for all; the king himself is served by the field." Nothing lives unto itself; all things exist for the good of all; even the king with all his wealth has to depend upon the produce of the field. No one can truly talk of being independent. The God in whose hand our breath is, and whose are all our ways, in whom we live and move and have our being (Dan. v, 23; Acts xvii, 28), will require an account from us for these things. 10. "He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver, nor he that loveth abundance with increase. This is also vanity." The king who could make silver to be as plentiful as stones (I Kings x, 27) was qualified to speak upon this subject. A greater than Solomon has advised us that we should lay up treasure in heaven, and by His Spirit has taught us that the love of money is the root of all evil (Math. vi, 19-21; I Tim. vi, 10). Nothing under the sun can satisfy the human soul, but it is written, "My people shall be satisfied with My goodness, saith the Lord" (Jer. xxxi, 14). 11. "When goods increase, they are increased that eat them." To possess and enjoy is worth while, but to possess merely for the sake of gazing upon is surely vanity, and yet take out of most lives all that is not truly profitable, and how very little of the earth's goods will be left as the portion which gives satisfaction? Nothing under the sun can satisfy the eye nor fill the ear (chapter i, 8); but let us behold our Creator and Redeemer in the person of Jesus Christ, and He will be to us the chiefest among 10,000--yes, altogether lovely (Song v, 10, 16). 12. "The sleep of a laboring man is sweet, whether he eat little or much, but the abundance of the rich will not suffer him to sleep." Riches are uncertain, and profit not in the day of wrath (I Tim. vi, 17; Prov. xi, 4), but there are durable riches which accompant righteousness, even the riches of His grace and glory (Prob. viii, 16; Eph. i, 7, 18), which the poorest laboring man can have without money and without price, and which will cause him to sleep all the more sweetly.

Niagara's Enormous Flow.

One hundred million tons of water pour over Niagara falls every hour! This is said to represent 16,000,000 horsepower. Some idea of this enormous amount of water may be had by understanding that all the coal produced in the world would not make enough of steam to pump a stream of equal size.--St. Louis Repub-

lic. There are less than 1,000 Spaniards, Greeks and Portuguese in any one of the chief cities of the country. 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 625. 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 Diamond, Watches, Jewelery, 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.