THE STAFF AND ROD.

REV. DR. TALMAGE'S ELOQUENT SERMON ON THE THRASHING PROCESS.

The Natures That Are Bruised Because They Will Not Be Thrashed--Human Mistakes and Omnipotent Accuracy--The Power of the Celestial Anodyne.

BROOKLYN, June 11.--Rev. Dr. Talmage chose as the subject for his sermon today "The Thrashing Machine," the text being from Isaiah xxviii, 27, 28, "For the fitches are not thrashed with a thrashing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin but the fitches are beaten out with a staff and the cummin with a rod. Bread corn is bruised because he will not ever be thrashing it."

There are three kinds of seed men-

tioned--fitches, cummin and corn. Of the last, we all know. But it may be well to state that the fitches and the cummin were small seeds like the carraway or the chickpea. When these grains or herbs were to be thrashed, they were thrown on the floor, and the workmen would come around with staff or rod or flail and beat them until the seed would be separated, but when the corn was to be thrashed that was thrown on the floor, and the men would fasten horses or oxen to a cart with iron dented wheels. That cart would be drawn around the thrashing floor, and so the work would be accomplished. Different kinds of thrashing for different products. "The fitches are not thrashed with a thrashing instrument, neither is a cart wheel turned about upon the cummin, but the fitches are beaten out with a staff and the cummin with a rod. Bread corn is bruised because he will not ever be thrashing it."

THE THRASHING PROCESS.

The great thought that the text presses upon our souls is that we all go through some kind of thrashing process. The fact that you may be devoting your life to honorable and noble purposes will not win you any escape. Wilberforce, the Christian emancipator, was in his day derisively called "Dr. Cantwell." Thomas Babington Macaulay, the advocate of all that was good long before he became the most conspicuous historian of his day, was caricatured in one of the quarterly reviews as "Babbletongue

Macaulay." Norman McLeod, the great

friend of the Scotch por, was industri-

ously maligned in all quarters, although

on the day when he was carried out to his burial a workman stood and looked at the funeral procession and said, "If

he had done nothing for anybody more than he has done for me, he should shine as the stars forever and ever." All the small wits of London had their fling at John Wesley, the father of Methodism. If such men could not escape the ma-

ligning of the world, neither can you ex-

pect to get rid of the sharp, keen stroke of the tribulum. All who will live godly in Christ Jesus must suffer persecu-

tion. Besides that there are the sick-

nesses, and the bankruptcies, and the ir-

ritations, and the disappointments which are ever putting a cup of aloes to your lip. Those wrinkles on your face are hieroglyphics which, if deciphered, would make out a thrilling story of

trouble. The footstep of the rabbit is

seen the next morning on the snow, and

on the white hairs of the aged are footprints showing where swift trouble alighted. Even amid the joys and hilarities of life trouble will sometimes break in. As

when the people were assembled in the

Charlestown theater during Revolu-

tionary war and while they were wit-

nessing a farce and the audience was in

great gratulation the guns of an advancing army were heard and the audience broke up in wild panic and ran for their lives, so ofttimes while you are

seated amid the joys and festivities of

this world you hear the cannonade of

some great disaster. All the fitches, and the cummin, and the corn must come down on the thrashing floor and be pounded. My subject, in the first place, teaches us that it is no compliment to us if we escape great trial. The fitches and the cummin on the thrashing floor might look over to the corn on another thrash-

ing floor and say: "Look at that poor,

miserable, bruised corn. We have only

been a little pounded, but that has been

almost destroyed." Well, the corn, if it

had lips, would answer and say: "Do you know the reason you have not been

as much pounded as I have? It is because you are not of so much worth as I am. If you were, you would be as severely run over." Yet there are men who suppose they are the Lord's favorites simply because

their barns are full, and their bank account is flush, and there are no funerals in the house. It may be because they are

fitches and cummin, while down at the

end of the lane the poor widow may be the Lord's corn. You are but little pounded because you are but little worth, and she bruised and ground because she is the best part of the harvest. The heft of the thrashing machine is according to the value of the grain. If you have not been much thrashed in life,

perhaps there is not much to thrash. If you have not been much shaken of trou-

bles, perhaps it is because there is going

to be a very small yield. When there

are plenty of blackberries, the gatherers go out with large baskets, but when the

drought has almost consumed the fruit

then a quart measure will do as well. It took the venomous snake on Paul's hand

and the pounding of him with stones un-

til he was taken up for dead, and the jamming against him of prison gates, and

the Ephesian vociferation, and the

skinned ankles of the painful stocks, and

the foundering of the Alexandrian corn ship, and the beheading stroke of the

Roman sheriff to bring Paul to his proper development.

It was not because Robert Moffat and

Lady Rachel Russel and Frederick Oberlin were worse than other people that they had to suffer; it was because they were better and God wanted to make them best. By the carefulness of the

thrashing you may always conclude the value of the grain. HOW TO BEAR THE BURDEN. Next my text teaches us that God

proportions our trials to what we can bear, the staff for the fitches, the rod for the cummin, the iron wheel for the corn.

Sometimes people in great trouble say, "Oh, I can't bear it!" But you did bear it. God would not have sent it upon you

if he did not know that you could bear it. You trembled, and you swooned, but you got through. God will not take from your eyes one tear too many, not from your lungs one sigh too deep, not

from your temples one throb too sharp. The perplexities of your earthly business have not in them one tangle too intricate. You sometimes feel as if our world were full of bludgeons flying haphazard. Oh, no; they are the thrashing instruments that God just suits to your case. There is not a dollar of bad debts on your ledger, or a disappointment about goods that you expected to go up, but that have gone down, or a swindle of your business partner, or a trick on the part of those who are in the same kind of business that you are, but God intended to overrule for your immortal help. "Oh," you say, "there is no need talking that way to me. I don't like to be cheated and outraged." Neither does the corn like the corn thrasher, but after it has been thrashed and winnowed it has a great deal better opinion of winnowing mills and corn thrashers. "Well," you say, "if I could choose my troubles I would be willing to be troubled." Ah, my brother, then it would not be trouble. You would choose some thing that would not hurt, and unless it hurts it does not get sanctified. Your trial perhaps may be childlessness. You

are fond of children. You say, "Why

does God send children to that other household, where they are unwelcome and are beaten and banged about, when I would have taken them in the arms of my affections?" You say, "Any other trial but this." Your trial perhaps may be a disfigured countenance or a face that is easily caricatured, and you say "Oh, I could endure anything if only I was good looking." And your trial perhaps is a violent temper, and you have to drive it like six unbroken horses amid the gunpowder explosions of a great hol-

iday, and ever and anon it runs away

with you. Your trial is the asthma. You say, "Oh, if it were rheumatism or

neuralgia or erysipelas, but it is this asthma, and it is such an exhausting

thing to breathe." Your trouble is a husband, short, sharp, snappy and cross about the house and raising a small riot because a button is off! How could you know the button is off? Your trial is a wife ever in contest with the servants, and she is a sloven.

Though she was very careful about her appearance in your presence once, now

she is careless, because she said her fortune is made! Your trial is a hard school lesson you cannot learn, and you have

bitten your finger nails until they are a sight to behold. Everybody has some vexation or annoyance or trial, and he or she thinks it is the one least adapted. "Anything but this," all say. "Any-

thing but this."

Oh, my hearer, are you not ashamed to be complaining all this time against God? Who manages the affairs of this world anyhow? Is it an infinite Modoc, or a Sitting Bull savage, or an omnipotent Nana Sahib? No, it is the most merciful and glorious and wise Being in all the universe. You cannot teach Om-

nipotence anything. You have fretted

and worried almost enough. Do you

not think so? Some of you are making yourselves ridiculous in the sight of the angels.

Here is a naval architect, and he draws out the plan of a ship of many thousand

tons. Many workmen are engaged on it

for a long while. The ship is done, and some day, with the flags up and the air gorgeous with bunting, that vessel is launched for Southampton. At that time a lad 6 years of age comes running down

the dock with a toy boat which he has

made with his own jackknife, and he

says: "Here, my boat is better than yours. Just look at this jibboom and these weather cross jack braces," and he drops his little boat beside the great ship,

and there is a roar of laughter on the docks.

Ah, my friends, that great ship is your

life as God planned it--vast, million

tonned, ocean destined, eternity bound. That little boat is your life as you are trying to hew it out and fashion it and

launch it. Ah, do not try to be a rival

of the great Jehovah. God is always

right, and in nine cases out of ten you are wrong. He sends just the hardships,

just the bankruptcies, just the cross that is best for you to have. He knows what kind of grain you are, and he sends

the right kind of thrashing machine. It will be a rod or staff or iron wheel just

according as you are fitches or cummin or corn. THE WHEAT AND THE CHAFF.

Again, my subject teaches us that God keeps trial on us until we let go. The farmer shouts "whoa!" to his horses as soon as the grain has dropped

from the stalk. The farmer comes with

his fork and tosses up the straw, and he sees that the straw has let go the grain

and the grain is thoroughly thrashed.

So God. Smiting rod and turning wheel both cease as soon as we let go. We

hold on to this world with its pleasures

and riches and emoluments, and our

knuckles are so firmly set that it seems

as if we could hold on forever. God comes along with some thrashing trouble and beats us loose. We started under the delusion that

this was a great world. We learned out of our geography that it was so many thousand miles in diameter and so many thousand miles in circumference, and we said, "Oh, my, what a world!" Troubles came in after life, and this trouble sliced off one part of the world, and that trouble sliced off another part of the world, and it has got to be a smaller world, and in some of your estimations a very insignificant world, and it is depreciating all the time as a spiritual property. Ten per cent off, 50 per cent off, and there are those here who would not give 10 cents for this world--for the entire world--as a soul possession. We thought that friendship was a grand thing. In school we used to write com-

positions about friendship, and perhaps we made our graduating speech on commencement day on friendship. Oh, it was a charmed thing! But does it mean

as much to you as it used to? You have gone on in life, and one friend has betrayed and another friend has misinterpreted you, and another friend has neglected you, and friendship comes now sometimes to mean to you merely another ax to grind! So with money. We thought if a man had a competency he was safe for all the future, but we have learned that a mortgage may be defeated by an unknown previous incumbrance; that signing your name on the back of a note may be your business death warrant; that a new tariff may change the cur-

rent of trade; that a man may be rich today and poor tomorrow. And God,

by all these misfortunes, is trying to loosen our grip, but still we hold on. God smites us with a staff, but we hold on. And he strikes us with a rod, but we hold on. And he sends over us the

iron wheel of misfortune, but we hold on.

There are men who keep their grip on this world until the last moment who

suggest to me the condition and conduct of the poor Indian in the boat in the Ni-

agara rapids coming on toward the fall. Seeing that he could not escape, a mo-

ment or two before he got to the verge of the plunge he lifted a wine bottle and drank it off and then tossed the bot-

tle into the air. So there are men who clutch the world, and they go down

through the rapids of temptation and sin, and they hold on to the very last moment of life, drinking to their eternal damnation as they go over and down. Oh, let go! Let go! The best fortunes are in heaven. There are no absconding

cashiers from that bank, no failing in promises to pay. Set your affections on

things above, not on thing on the earth. Let go! Depend upon it that God will

keep upon you the staff, or the rod, or the iron wheel until you do let go.

THE STAFF AND THE ROD. Another thing my text teaches us is that Christian sorrow is going to have a sure terminus. My text says, "Bread corn is bruised because he will not be ever thrashing it." Blessed by God for that! Pound away, O flail. Turn on, O wheel! Your work will soon be done. "He will not ever be thrashing it." Now the Christian has almost as much use in the organ for the stop tremulant as he has for the trumpet. But after awhile he will put the last dirge into the portfo-

lio forever. So much of us as is wheat will be separated from so much as is chaff, and there will be no more need of pounding.

They never cry in heaven because they have nothing to cry about. There

are no tears of bereavement, for you shall have your friends all round about you. There are no tears of poverty because each one sits at the king's table and has his own chariot of salvation and free access to the wardrobe where princes get their array. No tears of sickness, for there are no pneumonias on the air, and no malarial exhalations from the rolling river of life, and no crutch for the lame limb, and no splint for the broken arm, but the pulses throbbing with the health of the eternal God in a climate like our June before the blossoms fall, or our gorgeous October before the leaves scatter. In that land the souls will talk over the different modes of thrashing. Oh,

the story of the staff that struck the fitches, and the rod that beat the cum-

min, and the iron wheel that went over the corn! Daniel will describe the lions, and Jonah leviathans, and Paul the elmwood whips with which he was scourged, and Eve will tell how aromatic Eden was the day she left it, and John Rogers will tell of the smart of the flame, and Elijah of the fiery team that wheeled him up the sky steeps, and Christ of the numbness and paroxysm and hemorrhages of the awful crucifixion. There they are before the throne of God. On

one elevation all those who were struck of the staff. On a higher elevation all

those who were struck of the rod. On a highest elevation, and amid the highest altitudes of heaven, all those who were under the wheel. He will not ever be thrashing it. Oh, my hearers, is there not enough salve in this text to make a plaster large enough to heal all your wounds? When a child is hurt, the mother is very apt to say to it, "Now, it will soon feel better." And that is what God says when he unbosoms all the trouble in the hush of this great promise, "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." You may leave your pocket handkerchief sopping wet with tears on your death pillow; but you will go up absolutely sorrowless. They will wear black; you will wear white. Cypresses for them; palms for you. You will say: "Is it possible that I am here? Is this heaven? Am I so pure now I will never do anything wrong? Am I so well that I will never again be sick? Are these companionships so firm that they will never again be broken? Is that Mary? Is that John? Is that my loved one I put away into darkness? Can it be

that these are the faces of those who lay so wan and emaciated in the back room on that awful night dying? Oh, how ra-

diant they are! Look at them! How radiant they are!

"Why, how unlike this place is from what I thought when I left the world below! Ministers drew pictures of this land, but how tame compared with the reality! They told me on earth that death was sunset. No, no! It is sunrise!

Glorious sunrise! I see the light now purpling the hills, and the clouds flame with the coming day."

Then the gates of heaven will be opened, and the entranced soul, with the acuteness and power of the celestial vision, will look ten thousands of miles down upon the bannered procession--a river of shimmering splendor--and will cry out, "Who are they?" And the angel of God standing close by will say, "Don't you know who they are?" "No,"

says the entranced soul, "I cannot guess who they are." The angel will say, "I

will tell you, then, who they are. These are they who came out of great tribulation, or thrashing, and had their robes washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb." DROPS OF CELESTIAL ANODYNE. Oh, that I could administer some of these drops of celestial anodyne to those nervous and excited souls. If you would take enough of it, it would cure all your pangs. The thought that you are going to get through with this after awhile--all this sorrow and all this trouble. We shall have a great many grand days in heaven, but I will tell you which will be the grandest day of all the million ages of heaven. You say, "Are you sure you can tell me?" Yes, I can. It will be the day we get there. Some say heaven is growing more glorious. I suppose it is, but I do not care much about that. Heaven now is good enough for me. History has no more gratulatory scene than the breaking in of the English army upon Lucknow, India. A few weeks before a massacre had occurred at Cawnpore, and 260 women and children had been put in a room. Then

five professional butchers went in and slow them. Then the bodies of the

slain were taken out and thrown into a well. As the English army came into

Cawnpore they went into the room and, oh, what a horrid scene! Sword strokes on the wall near the floor, showing that the poor things had crouched when they died, and they saw also that the floor was ankle deep in blood. The soldiers walked on their heels across it lest their shoes be submerged of the carnage. And on that floor of blood there were flowing locks of hair and fragments of dresses.

Out in Lucknow they had heard of the massacre, and the women were wait-

ing for the same awful death, waiting amid anguish untold, waiting in pain

and starvation, but waiting heroically, when one day Havelock and Outram and Norman and Sir David Baird and Peel, the heroes of the English army--huzza for them!--broke in on that horrid scene, and while yet the guns were sounding, and while cheers were issuing from the starving, dying people on the one side and from the travel worn and powder blackened soldiers on the other, right there in front of the king's palace there was such a scene of handshaking and embracing and boisterous joy as would utterly confound the pen of the poet and the pencil of the painter. And no wonder, when these emaciated women, who had suffered so heroically for Christ's sake, marched out from their incarcerations one wounded English sol-

dier got up in his fatigue and wounds and leaned against the wall and threw his cap up and shouted, "Three cheers, my boys, for the brave women!"

Oh, that was an exciting scene! But a gladder and more triumphant scene will

it be when you come up into heaven from the conflicts and incarcerations of this world, streaming with the wounds of battle and wan with hunger. And while

the hosts of God are cheering their great hosanna you will strike hands of congratulation and eternal deliverance in the presence of the throne. On that night there will be bonfires on every hill of heaven, and there will be illumination in every palace, and there will be a can-

dle in every window. Ah, no; I forget, I forget. They will have no need of the

candle or of the sun, for the Lord God giveth them light, and they shall reign

forever and ever. Hail, hail, sons and daughters of the Lord God Almighty! The Calling Card Mania. Really, don't you think we are carrying the visiting card mania too far? I found an old friend upon whom I called last week busily tearing up dozens and dozens of cards. "It seems a real waste," said she, "and I wish that an exchange for visiting cards could be established. I'd be in pocket quite a sum if I could get back all that I presented this season.

"There's my friend Mrs. Black, who calls upon me with her three married daughters.

"They all leave cards for my husband and my four married girls--that makes

32 cards, and I don't know but that strict etiquette demands one or two more.

"Seriously I do think that a special card might be used in calling upon large

families, which could indicate that the courtesy had been paid to the entire household.

"It's an expense and a trouble to order cards, a burden to carry many, and a day's work to destroy them when the season's over.

"I'd burn them, but cook says the en-

amel puts out the fire. She's a good cook, so I tear them up rather than argue with her."--Chicago Times. The Trial of Mackay's Assistant.

In the trial of Wesley C. Rippey (who is poor) for shooting in the back John Mackay (who is rich) the daily papers are getting in some fine work. Pathetic

parallels are drawn of the "jaunty, well dressed millionaire" and the "aged, infirm and penniless defendant." From the tone of the press, the testimony and the jurors it is quite evident how the case is going. The attempt of Mr. Mackay to involve Mr. Rippey in legal trouble has disgusted every decent daily newspaper. In fact, we would advise Mr. Mackay to leave town while charges are still unpreferred against him, as in our opinion there is great danger that his attempt to shoot Mr. Rippey and then commit suicide will result in the millionaire's conviction.--San Francisco Argonaut. New York Women's Display of Diamonds. The development which most surprised the infanta in New York, it appears, was the amazing display of diamonds made by women who attended the ball given in her honor. The princess herself avoids such display, having been accustomed to diamonds and other precious stones all her life. A natural reticence, aside from her perfect breeding, restrains her expressions within diplomatic limits, but that she was amazed at the gaucheristic exhibition made by some of New York's women in that line is a fact, and one not particularly creditable to the home brigade either.--Joseph Howard. Women Who Want to Act. "All sorts of people want to go on the stage," said the manager of a dramatic

agency the other day. "Applicants come from every walk in life. The lady in society and the woman who sells pins and needles behind the counter think they are born to be actresses. They waste their time trying to get into the

profession, but not until too late do they realize that their vocation is not the

stage and that they are unfit for anything else. The reason is, I fancy, that many women are simply crazy for novelty, excitement and dress. They cannot resist the opportunities which the stage offers for satisfying their craving, and if they can do nothing better will go on as ballet girls. "A great many people come in here every day who are to write a symphony, but they linger around the agencies and pick up odd jobs now and then. A manager perhaps cannot afford to pay the salary an experienced actress would demand, and for some performances is willing to accept the services of an amateur. Three women apply for position to one man."--Music and Drama. Modern Turkish Women.

At the present time the veil used by Turkish ladies is no longer what it was.

Its transparency admits of a pretty face being easily outlined. When the yashmack is very thick, one may conclude that the face it hides is not very seductive. In spite of the progress of civilization and the consequent transformation of habits and customs in many countries, the position of women in Turkey has only slightly changed. It is only in exceptional cases that those belonging to the higher classes are unaccompanied out of doors by eunuchs. Those are the cadines, who have adopted and follow the Paris and London fashions.--Pall Mall Budget. Tasted Soapy. Uncle Wayback--I declare, Elvira, this knife tastes soapy, same as the other one. Shrewd Niece--It's too bad, uncle, but city servants are so careless. Try eating with your fork. Maybe that's clean.--New York Weekly. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON XII, SECOND QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, JUNE 18. Text of the Lesson, Mal. iii, 1-12--A Missionary Lesson--Memory Verses, 8-10. Golden Text, Mal. iii, 17--Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns. 1. "Behold, I will send my messenger,

and he shall prepare the way before me,

and the Lord whom ye seek shall suddenly come to His temple, even the messenger of the covenant whom ye delight in. Behold, He shall come, saith the Lord of Hosts." Some 400 years after the restoration from Babylon, this servant of the Lord uttered his message. It is the word of the Lord to Israel (chapter 1, 1), and about 25 times we find "Saith the Lord" or "Saith the Lord of Hosts." It has been called a miniature of the times before the day of the Lord, when ungodliness shall prevail and the Lord shall come. The last words are suggestive of Him who was made a curse for us. John the Baptist was the messenger preparing the way of the Lord at His first coming (Luke i, 76), but Elijah will be the messenger at His second coming (chapter iv, 5). John came in the spirit and power of Elijah, but he was not Elijah (Luke i, 17; John i, 21). Had John and Jesus been received the kingdom would have come, but both having been rejected the kingdom is postponed. Jesus himself said that Elijah shall come (Math. xvii, 10-13). 2. "But who may abide the day of His coming." This is not the birth in Bethlehem, but the coming in power and glory. He did

not come judging and overturning, but in great grace and love and humility, calling men unto Him, and instead of exerting His power against His enemies He suffered Ju-

das to betray Him, His disciples to forsake

Him and the Roman soldiers, at the instigation of the Jews, to take Him and crucify Him. He had power to keep His life or lay

it down, and He chose to lay it down (John x, 18). But when He comes as a refiner He will be judge, and other lives will be laid down. 3. "And He shall sit as a refiner and purifier of silver." It will be the time of Israel's redemption, the restoration of all things of which the prophets have spoken, when the nation shall be all righteous (Luke xxi, 27, 28; Acts iii, 21; Isa. ix, 21). The manner of it is given in Isa. i, 25-27, "I will turn My hand upon thee, and purely

purge away thy dress, and take away all thy tin; afterward thou shalt be called the city of righteousness, the faithful city."

See also Zech. xiii, 8, 9. Two parts are to be slain or perish, and it is the third part that is to be refined.

4. "Then shall the offering of Judah and Jerusalem be pleasant unto the Lord, as in the days of old and as in former years." When He came the first time, they crucified Him; then their city was destroyed, and to

this day they are a people scattered and

peeled, a byword and a reproach. But when they shall see Him coming in power and glory they shall be as a nation converted in a day (Zech. iii, 9; xii, 10; xiii, 1). Then shall a righteous nation glorify God, and all that see them shall acknowledge them as the seed which the Lord hath blessed (Isa. ix, 21; lxi, 9). 5. "And I will come near to you to judgment, and I will be a swift witness against those that fear not Me, saith the Lord of Hosts." In connection with the forgiveness

of the penitent, there must be judgment on the ungodly. It will be "the day of the Lord's vengeance and the year of recompenses for the controversy of Zion," "the day of the vengeance and the year of His redeemed" (Isa. xxxiv, 8; lxiii, 4). When He comes to be glorified in His saints, it will be to yield vengeance on them that know not God and obey not the gospel (II Thess. i, 7-10). 6. "For I am the Lord; I change not; therefore ye sons of Jacob are not consumed." Long suffering and abundant in goodness and truth is His name from the

beginning of their history (Ex. xxxiv, 6),

and because of His covenant He will have mercy notwithstanding all that they have done (Jer. xxxi, 36, 37). "He, being full of compassion, forgave their iniquity and destroyed them not--yea, many a time turned He His anger away and did not stir up all His wrath" (Ps. lxxviii, 38). 7. "Return unto Me, and I will return unto you, saith the Lord of Hosts. But ye said, Wherein shall we return?" He reminds them of the iniquity of their fathers. Even Moses testified in these words, "Ye have been rebellious against the Lord from the day that I knew you" (Deut. ix, 24). Yet He is ever pleading with them to return, because He is love and has loved them with an everlasting love (Jer. xxxi, 8). 8. "Will a man rob God? Yet ye have robbed me. But ye say, Wherein have we robbed thee? In tithes and offerings." In Nehemiah's day the Levites and singers were so neglected that they had to leave their work in the house of God and go to the fields for a living, because the tithes were not brought in (Neh. xiii, 10-12). 9. "Ye are cursed with a curse, for ye have robbed me, even this whole nation." Cursed is every one that continueth not in all

things which are written in the book of the

law to do them (Gal. iii, 10). Whosoever

shall keep the whole law and yet offend in one point is guilty of all (Jas. ii, 10).

Ananias and Sapphira died because they pretended to give all, but kept back part of the price. How many sudden deaths there would be today if all the liars and deceivers and robbers of God in time and money were dealt with like Ananias and Sapphira! 10. "Bring ye all the tithes into the storehouse that there may be meat in mine house, and prove me now herewith, saith the Lord of Hosts." Here is a challenge from the Lord of Hosts in which He says that if we obey Him in this matter of tithes

He will give such blessing that there will

be lack of room to receive it. It is the testimony of thousands of believers that since

they began to give to God a tenth of every dollar they have prospered beyond all precedent even in temporal things, and much more in spiritual things.

11. "And I will rebuke the devourer for your sakes and he shall not destroy the fruits of your ground." The tithe would

recognize all as the Lord's, and He would see to it because they acknowledged it as His. The devourer and destroyer through the world and the flesh is continually getting the best of us until we present our

bodies a living sacrifice to HIm who redeemed us; then He takes control of us as His own possession and rebukes the destroyer. 12. "And all the nations shall call you blessed, for ye shall be a delightsome land, saith the Lord of Hosts." This is Israel's restoration in the latter day. The enemy shall fill the

breadth of Immanuel's land, but shall be broken to pieces (Isa. viii, 8-10), and the

glory of the Lord shall rise upon Israel. The gentiles shall come to her light, and kings to the brightness of her rising; the

wealth of the gentiles shall come unto her, and the nation and kingdom that will not give her shall perish" (Acts iv, 36; v, 10).

A woman may be "crowned with praise" and yet possess herself in humble bearing.

The people of this country pay annually $400,000,000 for shoes and $300,000,000 for hats.

During the time of the old Roman em-

pire the dead bodies of all except suicides were buried.

The year 1893 began on a Sunday and will finish on a Sunday, so that it will

contain 53 Sundays.

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 unfur-

nished 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 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.