A LEFT HANDED MAN. DR. TALMAGE GIVES ADVICE TO THOSE WHO WOULD BE USEFUL. Scene In a Summer House--At Belshaz-

zar's Feast--When the Day of Sorrow Is Gone--The Light That Follows the Darkness.

BROOKLYN, June 4.--The sermon selected by Rev. Dr. Talmage for this forenoon is founded on the text Judges iii, 15, "But when the children of Israel cried unto the Lord the Lord raised them up a deliverer, Ehud, the son of Gera, a Benjamite, a man left handed." Ehud was a ruler in Israel. He was left handed, and what was peculiar about the tribe of Benjamin, to which he belonged, there were in it 700 left handed men, and yet so dextrous had they all become in the use of the left hand that the Bible says they could sling stones at a hair's breadth and not miss. Well, there was a king of the name of Eglon who was an oppressor of Israel.

He imposed upon them a most outrage-

ous tax. Ehud, the man of whom I first spoke, had, a divine commission to de-

stroy that oppressor. He came, pretending that he was going to pay the tax, and asked to see King Eglon. He was

told he was in the summer house, the place to which the king retired when it

was too hot to sit in the palace. This summer house was a place surrounded

by flowers and trees and springing fountains and warbling birds.

Ehud entered the summer house and said to King Eglon that he had a secret errand with him. Immediately all the attendants were waved out of the royal

presence. King Eglon rises up to re-

ceive the messenger. Ehud, the left handed man, puts his left hand to his

right side, pulls out a dagger and thrusts Eglon through until the haft went in

after the blade. Eglon falls. Ehud comes forth to blow a trumpet of re-

cruit amid the mountains of Ephraim, and a great host is marshaled, and proud Moab submits to the conqueror, and Israel is free. So, O Lord, let all thy enemies perish! So, O Lord, let all thy friends triumph!

LEFT HANDED MEN. I learn first from this subject the pow-

er of left handed men. There are some men who by physical organization have

as much strength in their left hand as in their right hand, but there is something

in the writing of this text which implies that Ehud had some defect in his right

hand which compelled him to use the left. Oh, the power of left handed men!

Genius is often self observant, careful of itself, not given to much toil, burning

incense to its own aggrandizement, while many a man with no natural en-

dowments, actually defective in physical and mental organization, has an earnest-

ness for the right, a patient industry, an all consuming perseverance which

achieve marvels for the kingdom of Christ. Though left handed as Ehud,

they can strike down a sin as great and imperial as Eglon.

I have seen men of wealth gathering about them all their treasures, snuffing at the cause of a world lying in wicked-

ness, roughly ordering Lazarus off their doorstep, sending their dogs, not to lick his sores, but to hound him off their premises, catching all the pure rain of God's blessing into the stagnant, ropy, frog inhabited pool of their own selfish-ness--right handed men, worse than use-less--while many a man with large heart and little pulse has out of his lim-

ited means made poverty leap for joy and started an influence that overspans the grave and will swing round and round the throne of God, world without end, amen. Ah, me, it is high time that you left handed men who have been longing for this gift and that eloquence and the other man's wealth should take your left

hand out of your pocket. Who made all these railroads? Who set up all these

cities? Who started all these churches and asylums? Who has done the tugging and running and pulling? Men of no wonderful endowments, thousands of them acknowledging themselves to be left handed, and yet they were earnest, and yet they were determined, and yet they were triumphant. But I do not suppose that Ehud the first time he took a sling in his hand could throw a stone a hair's breadth and not miss. I suppose it was practice that gave him the wonderful dexterity. Go forth to your spheres of duty and be not discouraged if in your first attempts you miss the mark. Ehud missed it. Take another stone, put it carefully into the sling, swing it around your head, take better aim, and the next time you will strike the center. The first time a mason rings his trowel upon the brick he does not expect to put up a perfect wall. The first time a carpenter sends a plane over a board or drives a bit through a beam he does not expect to make perfect execution. The first time a boy attempts a rhyme he does not expect to chime a "Lalla Rookh" or a "Lady of the Lake." Do not be surprised if in your first efforts at doing good you are not very largely successful. Understand that use-

fulness is an art, a science, a trade.

There was an oculist performing a very difficult operation on the human eye. A young doctor stood by and said: "How easily you do that. It doesn't seem to cause you any trouble at all." "Ah," said the old oculist, "it is very easy now, but I spoiled a hatful of eyes to learn that." Be not surprised if it takes some practice before we can help men to moral eyesight and bring them to a vision of the cross. Left handed men to the work! Take the gospel for a sling and faith and repentance for the smooth stone from the brook, take sure aim, God direct the weapon, and great Goliaths will tumble before you.

When Garibaldi was going out to battle, he told his troops what he wanted them to do, and after he had described what he wanted them to do they said, "Well, general, what are you going to give us for all this?" "Well," he replied, "I don't know what else you will get, but you will get hunger and cold and wounds and death. How do you like it!" His men stood before him, for a little while in silence, and then they threw up their hands and cried: "We are the men! We are the men!" The Lord Jesus Christ calls you to his service. I do not promise you an easy time in this world. You may have persecutions, and trials, and misrepresentations, but afterward there comes an eternal weight of glory, and you can bear the wounds, and the bruises, and the misrepresentations if you can have the reward afterward. Have you not enough enthusiasm to cry

out: "We are the men! We are the men?"

DANGER OF WORLDLY ELEVATION. I learn also from this subject the danger of worldly elevation. This Eglon was what the world called a great man. There were hundreds of people who would have considered it the greatest honor of their life just to have him speak to them. Yet although he is so high up in worldly position he is not beyond the reach of Ehud's dagger. I see a great many people trying to climb up in social position, having an idea that there is a safe place somewhere far above, not knowing that the mountain of fame has a top like Mont Blanc, covered with perpetual snow. We laugh at the children of Shinar for trying to build a tower that could reach to the heavens, but I think if our eyesight were only good enough we could see a Babel in many a dooryard. Oh, the struggle is fierce! It is store against store, house against house, street against street, nation against nation. The goal for which men are running is chairs and chandeliers and mirrors and houses and land and presidential equipments. If they get what they anticipate, what have they got? Men are not safe from calumny while they live,

and, worse than that, they are not safe after they are dead, for I have seen swine root up graveyards.

One day a man goes up into publicity, and the world does him honor, and peo-

ple climb up into sycamore trees to watch him as he passes, and as he goes along on the shoulders of the people there is a waving of hats and a wild huzza. Tomorrow the same man is caught between the jaws of the printing press and mangled and bruised, and the very same persons who applauded him before cry: "Down with the traitor! Down with him!" Belshazzar sits at the feast, the mighty men of Babylon sitting all around him. Wit sparkles like the wine and the wine like the wit. Music rolls up among the chandeliers; the chandeliers flash down on the decanters. The breath of hanging gardens floats in on the night air; the voice of revelry floats out. Amid wreaths and tapestry and folded banners a finger writes. The march of a host is heard on the stairs. Laughter catches in the throat. A thousand hearts stop beating. The blow is struck. The blood on the floor is richer

hued than the wine on the table. The kingdom has departed. Belshazzar was no worse perhaps than hundreds of people in Babylon, but his position slew him. Oh, be content with just such a position as God has placed you in! It may not be said of us, "He was a great general," or "He was an honored chieftain," or "He was mighty in worldly attainments," but this thing

may be said of you and me, "He was a good citizen, a faithful Christian, a

friend of Jesus." And that in the last day will be the highest of all eulogiums. EYES AND SEE NOT. I learn further from this subject that death comes to the summer house. Eglon did not expect to die in that place. Amid all the flower leaves that drifted like summer snow into the window; in the tinkle and dash of the fountains; in the sound of a thousand leaves fluttering on one tree branch; in the cool breeze that came up to shake feverish trouble out of the king's locks, there was nothing that spake of death, but there he died! In the winter, when the snow is a shroud, and when the wind is a dirge, it is easy to think of our mortality, but when the weather is pleasant and all our surroundings are agreeable how difficult it is for us to appreciate the truth that we are mortal! And yet my text teaches that death does sometimes come to the summer house.

He is blind and cannot see the leaves. He is deaf and cannot hear the fountains. Oh, if death would ask us for victims, we could point him to hundreds of people who would rejoice to have him come. Push back the door of that hovel. Look at that little child--cold and sick and hungry. It has never heard the name of God but in blasphemy. Parents intoxicated staggering around its straw bed. Oh, death, there is a mark for thee! Up with it into the light! Before these little feet stumble on life's pathway give them rest. Here is an aged man. He has done his work. He has done it gloriously. The companions of his youth are all gone, his children dead. He longs to be at rest, and wearily the days and the nights pass. He says, "Come, Lord Jesus, come quickly." Oh, death, there is a mark for thee! Take from him the staff and give him the scepter! Up with him into the light, where eyes never grow dim, and the air whitens not through the long years of eternity. Ah, death will not do that. Death turns back from the straw bed and from the aged man ready for the skies and comes to the summer house. What doest thou here, thou bony ghastly monster, amid this waving grass and under this sunlight sifting through the tree branches? Children are at play. How quickly their feet go and their locks toss in the wind! Father and mother stand at the side of the room looking on, enjoying their glee. It does not seem possible that the wolf should ever break into that fold and carry off a

lamb. Meanwhile an old archer stands looking through the thicket. He points an arrow at the brightest of the group--he is a sure marksman--the bow bends, the arrow speeds! Hush, now! The quick feet have stopped, and the locks toss no more in the wind. Laughter has gone out of the hall. Death in the summer house! Here a father is in midlife. His coming home at night is the signal for mirth. The children rush to the door, and there are books on the evening stand, and the hours pass away on glad feet. There is nothing wanting in that home. Religion is there and sacrifices on the altar morning and night. You look at that house-

hold and say: "I cannot think of anything happier. I do not really believe that the world is so sad a place as some people describe it to be." The scene changes. Father is sick. The doors must be kept shut. The deathwatch chirps dolefully on the hearth. The children whisper and walk softly where once they romped. Passing the house late at night, you see the quick glancing of lights from room to room. It is all over. Death in the summer house!

THE DARK SIDE AND THE LIGHT. Here is an aged mother--aged, but not infirm. You think you will have the joy of caring for her wants a good while yet. As she goes from house to house, to children and grandchildren, her coming is a dropping of sunlight in the dwelling. Your children see her coming through the lane, and they cry, "Grandmother's come!" Care for you has marked up her face with many a deep wrinkle, and her back stoops with carrying your burdens. Some day she is very quiet. She says she is not sick, but something tells you you will not much longer have mother. She will sit with you no more at the table nor at the hearth. Her soul goes out so gently you do not exactly know the moment of its going. Fold the hands that have done so many kindnesses for you right over the heart that has beat with love toward you since before you were born. Let the pilgrim rest. She is wear. Death in the summer house! Gather about us what we will of comfort and luxury, when the pale messenger comes he does not stop to look at the architecture of the house before he comes in, nor entering does he wait to examine the pictures we have gathered on the wall, or bending over your pillow he does not stop to see whether there is a color in the cheek, or gentleness in the eye, or intelligence in the brow. But what of that? Must we stand forever mourning among the graves of our dead,

No! No! The people in Bengal bring cages of birds to the graves of their dead and then they open the cages, and the birds go singing heavenward. So I would bring to the graves of your dead all bright thoughts and congratulations and bid them think of victory and redemption. I stamp on the bottom of the grave, and it breaks through into the light and the glory of heaven. The ancients used to think that the straits entering the Red sea were very dangerous places, and they supposed that every ship that went through those straits would be destroyed, and they were in the habit of putting on weeds of mourning for those who had gone on that voyage, as though they were actually dead. Do you know what they called those straits? They call them the "Gate of Tears." Oh, I stand today at the gate of tears through which many of your loved ones have gone, and I want to tell you that all are not shipwrecked that have gone through those straits into the great ocean stretching out beyond. The sound that comes from that other shore on still nights when we are wrapped in prayer makes me think that the departed are not dead. We are the dead --we who toil, we who weep, we who sin--we are the dead. How my heart aches for human sorrow! This sound of breaking hearts that I hear all about me! This last look of faces that will never brighten again! This last kiss of lips that will never speak again! This widowhood and orphanage! Oh, when will the day of sorrow be gone? AN INCIDENT. After the sharpest winter the spring dismounts from the shoulder of a southern gale and puts its warm hand upon the earth, and in its palm there comes the grass, and there come the flowers, and God reads over the poetry of bird and brook and bloom and pronounces it very good. What, my friends, if every

winter had not its spring, and every night its day, and every gloom its glow, and every bitter now its sweet hereafter? If you have been on the sea, you know, as the ship passes in the night, there is a phosphorescent track left behind it, and as the waters roll up they ross with unimaginable splendor. Well, across this great ocean of human trouble Jesus walks. Oh, that in phosphorescent track of his feet we might all follow and be illumined!

There was a gentleman in the rail car who saw in that same car three passengers of very different circumstances. The first was a maniac. He was care-

fully guarded by his attendants; his mind, like a ship dismasted, was beating against a dark, desolate coast, from which no help could come. The train stopped, and the man was taken out into the asylum to waste away perhaps through years of gloom. The second passenger was a culprit. The outraged law had seized on him. As the cars jolted the chains rattled. On his face were crime, depravity and despair. The train halted, and he was taken out to the penitentiary, to which he had been condemned. There was the third passenger under far different circumstances. She was a bride. Every hour was gay as a marriage bell. Life glittered and beckoned. Her companion was taking her to his father's house. The train halted. The old man was there to welcome her to her new home, and his white locks snowed down upon her as he sealed his word with a father's kiss. Quickly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be there. Some leave this life condemned culprits. They refused a pardon; they carry their chains. Oh, may it be with us that, leaving this fleeting life for the next, we may find our Father ready to greet us to our new home with him forever. That will be a marriage banquet! Father's welcome! Father's bosom! Father's kiss! Heaven! Heaven! The Basis of Good Coffee. An ideal cup of coffee can, it is said, be made only in one way. The coffee must be of the best quality and must be roasted, ground immediately and used as quickly as possible. Connoisseurs in coffee assure us that it is out of the ques-

tion to make this beverage absolutely perfect out of factory roasted coffee that has been allowed to stand in the open air any number of hours; and, in addition, one might say that such a thing as a cup of good coffee from that which is purchased ready ground is quite an impossibility. The fine aroma of the berry evaporates in a very short time.

Given the freshly roasted and ground coffee, an earthen coffeepot heated very hot by being filled with boiling water, which must be poured out again, and a

coffee bag strainer. Then put in the coffee, ground very fine, almost to a powder, pour upon it boiling water--not merely hot--cover tightly and allow the coffee to filter through. Have ready the cups, heated by pouring boiling water in them, put in the required quantity of cream and sugar, then fill up with the distilled nectar from the coffeepot, and one has a beverage that is a revelation. Never expect good results from poor coffee or lukewarm water and half cold utensils.--New York Ledger. A New Social Query. Mr. George Grossmith has predicted that men would yet wear their watches strapped to their ankles and would stand on one leg to see what time it was. But a much more graceful and ingenious manner of carrying a timepiece has been introduced. Watches are now inserted in shirt studs and worn on the bosom. As a man can scarcely be expected to tell what time it is on his own shirt front, it is to be entirely good form for him to ask his neighbor at dinner or in the dance to please bend over and see what time it is for him.--New York Evening Star. AN UNPLEASANT SHOCK.

Miss Keziah Hobbs Had Only the Best of Intentions, but She Was Shocked. Miss Keziah Hobbs was famed in Mayville and the surrounding towns for her

extreme thinness and her unquenchable

desire to give advice, but she was quite

unaware that she had obtained fame in

either of these directions. "I must say I never had such a setback in my life as I've met with today!" she exclaimed as she sank into her chintz covered rocking chair and untied her bonnet strings one

afternoon. Her face was very red.

"What's the matter?" inquired Miss Malvina when she had finished counting the stitches in the border of a crochet "shell." It was a new pattern and quite complicated, but Miss Malvina's tone was interested and sympathetic. "Why, I've been callin on Ev'rett Jones' wife's cousin that's vis'tin her. I didn't set out to go there, as you're knowin to, but Mis' Kingman wa'n't at home, an I was so near the Joneses I thought 'twas a pity not to jest step in. "Well, you know how fat that cousin

is--Perkins her name is. She's a

sight to behold, an her flesh has [?] an awful lot sence her last visit here. "She's so short she can't carry [?] as much as some folks could [?] she must weigh consid'able over a hundred and fifty." "I reckon she'd got above that last time I see her," said Miss Malvina. "Well," continued Miss Hobbs, "Evrett's wife wa'n't there when I [?] in, an so I had the opp'tunity I've been wantin to speak with Miss Perkins. I knew how she must hate to be gettin fat, an so I egun to tell her how she could rejuce her flesh. "I told her about Aunt Anne, an how

she'd lost 40 pounds by doin so and so

an I handed her the list of things to eat and not to eat that I've been carryin round for the last 10 days against a fav'rable time to give it to her. "An I told her what had helped Cousin Philander, and I symp'thized with her and told her I knew them methods would bring her down jest where she'd want to be. An she smiled at me so't I said real encouragin: "'I shoudn't be a mite surprised if by this time next year you was as slim as I be.' "An what do you s'pose that creetur said?" Miss Malvina shook her head and forbore to make any conjectures. "Why, she looked me up an down, an says she, still smilin: "'Do you think that would be exackly desir'ble, Miss Hobbs?' "Why, I couldn't b'lieve my own ears," said Miss Keziah, growing still redder,

with a wave of angry recollection. "All I can say is," she added as she rose and straightened the folds of her dress over her gaunt, spare frame, "if she don't know a tasty, slim figger when she sees it, why, I give her up!"--Youth's Companion. How the Moslems Pray. The true Mohammedan is enjoined to prayer five times a day--namely, first in the morning before sunrise, at noon, in the afternoon before sunset, in the evening between sunset and dark, and between twilight and the first watch, being the vesper prayer. A sixth prayer is volunteered by many between the first watch of the night and the dawn of day.

These prayers are simply repetitions of

the laudatory ejactulation, "God is

great!" "God is powerful!" "God is all

powerful!" and are counted by the scrupulous on a string of beads. They may be performed at the mosque or any clean place. During prayer the eyes are turned to the Kebla or point of the heavens in the direction of Mecca, which is indicated in

every mosque by a niche called Mehrab, and externally by the position of minarets and doors. Even the posture dur-

ing prayer is prescribed. The most sol-

emn adoration is bowing the forehead to

the ground. Women are to fold their

hands on their bosoms and not to make such profound obeisance as the men.

They are to pray gently and not to ac-

company the men to the mosque. In addressing God worshipers are to be humble, putting aside jewels and costly apparel.--Brooklyn Eagle. She Saw the Emperor. At the Women's club in Washington the following touching story was recently told: "I was in Berlin in 1871 when the Emperor William returned from

Paris, the war over and Germany victo-

rious. I sat in a barouche opposite the entrance of the palace. Around was all Berlin--all Germany, as it seemed to me. You could have walked on the heads of the people, but you could not

have moved in such a crowd. The em-

peror came and stood silently before them, and they were silent at first; then the shout that went up was almost awful in its intensity, and the emperor, with a military salute and a few words

of thanks went in. But that did not sat-

isfy them; they cried out again and pressed up closer. A peasant woman

who had been standing near my carriage

said: 'Oh, let me come in--let me get

nearer! I must see him! I have lost two sons in this war!' "I opened the door, and she climbed in and stood up. I passed my arm around her to steady her, and then we turned to the balcony of the first floor. In a moment the emperor appeared and stood, the center of all eyes and hearts. The peasant woman folded her hands and said: 'Pray for him--pray for him, and all those in his position! They have so much'--there she paused, but I knew she meant blood; she was thinking of her boys--'so much on their hands!' The emperor again thanked the people

for their welcome and asked them to disperse then, and they did. Almost before I could recover myself enough to look around they were all gone, and the great place in front of the palace had

only a few carriages, like my own,

waiting to drive off."--Chicago Tribune. Prayer of a Devout Man. Bishop Ninde is a very fervent man, but this was the aspiration he expressed in his last Sunday's sermon: "The great sorrow of my heart is that I have not more feeling. I wish it was so sensitive that it would respond to every breath from heaven."--Lewiston Journal. A Valuable Boarder. Mr. Newboarder--That is a very pretty young lady at the table. Landlord--Yes, I prize her very highly. Since she has been at the table young gentlemen hardly eat anything at all, they are so dead in love with her. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON XI, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, JUNE 11. Text of the Lesson, Eccl. xii, 1-7, 13, 14. Memory Verses 13, 14--Golden Text, Eccl. xii, 1--Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns. 1. "Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them." In the

last two verses of the previous chapter the young man is warned that there is a judg-

ment to come, in the light of which all present things should be tested, and now he is entreated to think of his Creator in

the days of his youth and strength and to consider Him who is the giver of every good and perfect gift. Let Samuel, David, Joash and Josiah be studied as examples. 2. "While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain." This is suggestive of days of judgment, as in Isa. xiii, 10; Math. xxiv, 29; Rev. viii, 12; Jer. xiii, 16, for those who persistently refuse the mercy of God. But the content seems rather to indicate the time of old age, when the senses become dull, and with no light from heaven in the soul the condition of such a one is dark and gloomy indeed. Listen to old Barzillai when invited by King David to make his home with the king in Jerusalem: "I am this day four score years old, and can I discern between good and evil? Can thy servant taste what I eat or what I drink? Can I hear any more the voice of singing men and singing women? Wherefore, then, should thy servant be yet a burden unto my lord the king" (II Sam. xix, 35)? Barzillai was doubtless a good man, yet he simply describes the ordinary failures of the body in old age. 3. "In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened."

This is suggestive of the failure of hands

and arms, feet and legs, teeth and eyes. The earthly house begins to decay, failure is evident in every part, and if there is no light shining from above the sun it is a dreary picture. But listen to Caleb, the friend and companion of Joshua, each of whom wholly followed the Lord: "Lo, I

am this day four score and five years old. As yet I am as strong this day as I was in the day that Moses sent me. As my strength was then, even so is my strength now for war, both to go out and to come in" (Josh. xiv, 10, 11). 4. "And the doors shall be shut in the streets when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low." Suggestive of lips closing in upon toothless gums, inability to sleep and failure of the voice. Comment seems unnecessary; rather consider the possibilities of an old age in the fear of God. Think of Moses, of whom it is written that at the age of 120 his eye was not dim nor his natural force abated. At that age he walked up the mountain alone and went out to be with God, and 1,400 years later we find him alive and well (Deut. xxxiv, 7; Math. xvii, 3). 5. "Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail, because man goeth to his long home and the mourners go about the streets." This is probably suggestive of the easily terrified old person to whom everything is a burden and nothing is satisfying. The almond tree may suggest the white head of old age, and the grave is spoken of as the long home. "Under the

sun" is still the key, for the rejoicing believer anticipates no long home in the grave, but "with Christ in paradise," "ab-

sent from the body, present with the Lord" (Luke xxiii, 43; II Cor. v, 8). 6. "Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern." Possibly the reference here may be to the spinal cord and whole nervous system, the brain, the heart, with its veins and arteries. However much

or little the writer may have known about these things, the Holy Spirit who wrote

through him was "perfect in knowledge" (Job xxxvi, 4). 7. "Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was, and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." God said to Adam, "Dust thou art, and unto dust shalt thou return." And the psalmist wrote concerning vain men, "His breath goeth forth; he returneth to his earth; in that

very day his thoughts perish" (Gen. iii, 19;

Ps. cxlvi, 4). Through Jesus, the last Adam, the second man, we learn of victory over death and of the fact that many shall never die. "We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump, for

the trumpet shall sound, and the dead

shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed" (I Cor. xv, 45, 47, 51, 52). See also I Thess. iv, 16-18. And in contrast to this whole dreary picture of frail old age, with no light from heaven, listen to this contrast, "Though our outward man perish, yet the inward man is renewed day by day." By receiving Him who became man and a sin offering for us we may be sure of an endless life and eternal youth. 13. "Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter. Fear God and keep His commandments, for this is the whole duty of man." But inasmuch as no mere man, since Adam fell, ever kept the commandments of God there is little comfort here. "Whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he is guilty of all" (Jas. ii, 10). And it is written that the law was given to condemn man and prove to man his helplessness, that he might be led to receive Him who is the fulfillment of the law and the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth (Rom. iii, 19, 20; x, 4; Gal. ii, 21; iii, 21, 22). The Lord Jesus Christ is the only man who has ever done the whole duty of man. He was made

sin for us that we might be made the right-

eousness of God in Him (II Cor. v, 21). Receiving Him, He becomes our life and righteousness (John i, 12; I John v, 19; Col. iii, 4; I Cor. i, 30), and His love constraining us we live henceforth unto Him, rejoicing in hope of the glory of God (II Cor. v, 14, 15; Rom. v, 1, 2).

14. "For God shall bring every work into

judgment, with every secret thing, whether it be good or whether it be evil." If we are in Christ, we can rejoice that the judgment for our sins is past, and they shall be remembered no more (John v, 34; Rom. viii, 1; Isa. xliii, 25). Every believer will, however, appear before the judgment seat of Christ that all his works as a Christian may be tried (II Cor. v, 10; Rom. xiv, 10; I Cor. iii, 11-15; Luke xix, 11-26), and position in the kingdom will depend upon his faithfulness. So in due time and in due order the secrets of all hearts shall be made manifest, and only those who are in Christ and the works which He has wrought through them shall stand. All else shall perish. Two Clever Definitions. Of all definitions nothing can exceed the felicity of the proverbial description of "nothing"--"a footless stocking without a leg." The country lass who said that she had seen "the large pig with a tail at both ends" might have given a

worse description of an elephant.--Lon-don Standard. The earliest library was that of Nebuchadnezzar. Every book was a brick engraved with cuneiform characters.

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. 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 rail-

road 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, 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