INCREASE OF FAITH. REV. DR. TALMAGE ON THE RE-ENFORCE-

MENT AT THE TABERNACLE.

How to Accomplish This Desirable Result. Science as a Convincing Witness--How to Give GOspel Life to Freezing Souls.

BROOKLYN, Sept. 17.--In his sermon at the Brooklyn Tabernacle this forenoon Rev. Dr. De Witt Talmage preached to a vast audience on the subject of "Re-en-

forcement," the text being Luke xvii, 5, "Lord, increase our faith."

"What a pity he is going there!" said my friend, a most distinguished general of the army, when he was told that the reason for my not being present on a celebrated day in Brooklyn was that on that day I had sailed for the Holy Land.

"Why do you say that?" inquired some one. My military friend replied, "Oh, he will be disillusioned when he gets amid the squalor and commonplace scenes of Palestine, and his faith will be shaken in Christianity, for that is often the re-

sult." The great general misjudged the case.

I went to the Holy Land for the one purpose of having my faith strength-

ened, and that was the result which came of it. In all our journeying, in all our reading, in all our associations, in all our plants, augmentation rather than the depletion of our faith should be our chief desire. It is easy enough to have our faith destroyed. I can give you a recipe for its obliteration. Read infidel books, have long and frequent conversa-

tions with skeptics, attend the lectures of those antagonistic to religion, give full swing to some bad habit, and your faith will be so completely gone that you will laugh at the idea that you ever had any.

If you want to ruin your faith, you can do it more easily than you can do anything else. After believing the Bible all my life I can see a plain way by which, in six weeks, I could enlist my voice and pen and heart and head and entire nature in the bombardment of the Scriptures and the church and all I now hold sacred.

That it is easy to banish soon and forever all respect for the Bible I prove by the fact that so many have done it. They were not particularly brainy nor had especial force of will, but they so thoroughly accomplished the overthrow of their faith that they have no more idea that the Bible is true, or that Christianity amounts to anything, than they have in the truth of the "Arabian Nights' Entertainments" or the existence of Don Quixote's "windmills." They have destroyed their faith so thoroughly that they never will have a return of it.

Fifty revivals of religion may sweep over the city, the town, the neighborhood where they live, and they will feel nothing but a silent or expressed disgust. There are persons in this house today who 20 years ago gave up their faith, and they will never resume it. The black and deep toned bell of doom hangs over their head, and I take the hammer of that bell, and I strike it three times with all my might, and it sounds, woe! woe! woe! But my wish, and the wish of most of you, is the prayer expressed by the disciple to Jesus Christ in the words of my text, "Lord, increase our faith."

STRENGTH OF THE BIBLE.

The first mode of accomplishing this is to study the Bible itself. I do not believe there is an infidel now alive who has read the Bible through. But as so important a document needs to be read at least twice through in order that it may be thoroughly understood, and read in course, I now offer $100 reward to any infidel who has read the Bible through twice and read it in course. But I cannot take such a man's own word for it, for there is no foundation for integrity except the Bible, and the man who rejects the source of truth how can I accept his truthfulness?

So I must have another witness in the case before I give the reward. I must have the testimony of some one who has seen him read it all through twice. Infidels fish in this Bible for incoherencies and contradictions and absurdities, and if you find their Bible you will see interlineations in the book of Jonah and some of the chapters of that unfortunate prophet nearly worn out by much use, and some parts of II Samuel or I Kings you will find dim with finger marks, but the pages which contain the Ten Commandments, and the Psalms of David, and the sermon on the mount, and the book of John the Evangelist, will not have a single lead pencil stroke in the margin nor any finger marks showing frequent perusal.

The father of one of the presidents of the United States was a pronounced infidel. I knew it when many years ago I accepted his invitation to spend the night in his home. Just before retiring at night he said in a jocose way, "I suppose you are accustomed to read the Bible before going to bed, and here is my Bible from which to read." He then told me what portions he would to have me read, and he only asked for those portions on which he could easily be facetious.

You know you can make fun about anything. I suppose you could take the last letter your father or mother ever wrote and find something in the grammar or the spelling or the tremor of the penmanship about which to be derisively critical. The internal evidence of the truthfulness of the Bible is so mighty that no one man out of 1,600,000,000 of the world's present population or the vaster millions of past ever read the Bible in course, and read it prayerfully and carefully, but was led to believe it.

John Murray, the famous book publisher of Edinburgh and the intimate friend of Southey Coleridge, Walter Scott Canning and Washington Irving, bought of Moore, the poet, the "Memoirs of Lord Byron," and they were to be published after Byron's death. But they were not fit to be published, although Murray had paid for them $10,000. That was a solemn conclave when eight of the prominent literary people of those times assembled in Albermarle street after Byron's death to decide what should be done with the "Memoirs," which were charged and sucharged with defamations and indelicacies. The "Memoirs" were read and pondered, and the decision came that they must be burned, and not until the last word of these "Memoirs" went to ashes did the literary company separate.

But suppose, now, all the best spirits of the ages were assembled to decide the fate of the Bible, which is the last will and testament of our Heavenly Father, and those memoirs of our Lord Jesus, what would be the verdict? Shall they burn, or shall they live? The unanimous verdict of all is, "Let them live, though all

else burn." Then put together on the other hand all the debauchees and profligates and assassins of the ages, and their unanimous verdict concerning the Bible would be, "Let it burn."

Mind you, I do not say that all infidels are immoral, but I do say that all the scrapegraces and scoundrels of the universe agree with them about the Bible.

Let me vote with those who believe in the holy Scriptures. Men believe other things with half the evidence required to believe the Bible. The distinguished Abner Kneeland rejected the Scriptures and then put all his money into an enterprise for the recovery of that hocus pocus "Captain Kidd's treasure," Kneeland's faith for doing so being founded on a man's statement that he could tell where those treasures were buried from the look of a glass of water dipped from the Hudson river.

The internal evidence of the authenticity of the Scriptures is so exact and so vivid that no man, honest and sane, can thoroughly and continuously and prayerfully read them without entering their discipleship. So I put that internal evidence paramount. How are you led to believe in a letter you received from husband or wife or child or friend? You know the handwriting. You know the style. You recognize the sentiment. When the letter comes, you do not summon the postmaster who brought it to your door to prove that it is a genuine letter. The internal evidence settles it, and by the same process you can forever settle the fact that the Bible is the handwriting and communication of the infinite God.

A SUBLIME PHILOSOPHY.

Furthermore, as I have already intimated, we may increase our faith by the testimony of others. Perhaps we of lesser brain may have been overcome by superstition or cajoled into an acceptance of hollow pretension. So I will this morning turn this house into a court-

room and summon witnesses, and you shall be the jury, and I now impanel you for that purpose, and I will put upon the witness stand men whom all the world acknowledge to be strong intellectually and whose evidence in any other courtroom would be incontrovertible. I will not call to the witness stand any minister of the gospel, for he might be prejudiced.

There are two ways of taking an oath in a courtroom. One is by putting the lips to the Bible and the other is by holding up the right hand toward heaven. Now, as in this case it is the Bible that is on trial, we will not ask the witness to put the book to his lips, for that would imply that the sanctity and divinity of the book is settled, and that would be begging the question. So I shall ask each witness to lift his hand toward heaven in affirmation.

Salmon P. Chase, chief justice of the supreme court of the United States, appointed by President Lincoln, will take the witness stand. "Chief Justice Chase, upon your oath, please state what you have to say about the book commonly called the Bible." The witness replies: "There came a time in my life when I doubted the divinity of the Scriptures, and I resolved, as a lawyer and judge, I would try the book as I would try anything in the courtroom,

taking evidence for and against. It was a long and serious and profound study, and using the same principles of evidence in this religious matter as I always do in secular matters I have come to the decision that the Bible is a supernatural book, that it has come from God, and that the only safety for the human race is to follow its teachings." "Judge, that will do. Go back again to your pillow of dust on the banks of the Ohio."

Next I put upon the witness stand a president of the United States--John Quincy Adams. President Adams, what have you to say about the Bible and Christianity?" The president replies: "I have for many years made it a practice to read through the Bible once a year.

My custom is to read four or five chapters every morning immediately after arising from my bed. It employs about an hour of my time and seems to me the most suitable manner of beginning the day. In what light soever we regard the Bible, whether with reference to revelation, to history or to morality, it is an invaluable and inexhaustible mine of knowledge and virtue."

Next I put upon the witness stand Sir Isaac Newton, the author of "Principia" and the greatest natural philosopher the world has ever seen. "Sir Isaac, what have you to say concerning the Bible?" The philosopher's reply is, "We account the Scriptures of God to be the most sublime philosophy."

Next I put upon the witness stand the enchantment of letters, Sir Walter Scott, and when I ask him what he thinks of the place that our great book ought to take among other books he replies, "There is but one book, and that is the Bible."

Next I put upon the stand the most famous geologist of all time, Hugh Miller, an elder of Dr. Guthrie's Presbyterian church in Edinburgh, and Faraday and Kepler, and they all testify to the same thing. They all say the Bible is from God, and that the mightiest influence for good that ever touched our world is Christianity. "Chancellor Kent, what do you think of the Bible?" Answer: "No other book ever addressed itself so authoritatively and so pathetically to the judgment and moral sense of mankind." "Edmund Burke, what do you think of the Bible?" Anwer: "I have read the Bible morning, noon and night, and have ever since been the happier and the better man for such reading." Next I put upon the stand William E. Gladstone, the head of the English government, and I hear him saying what he said to me in January of 1890, when in reply to his telegram, "Pray come to Hawarden tomorrow," I visited him. Then and there I asked him as to whether in the passage of years his faith in the holy Scriptures and Christianity was on the increase or decrease, and he turned upon me with an emphasis and enthusiasm such as no one who has not conversed with him can fully appreciate and expressed by voice and gesture and illumined countenance this ever increasing faith in God and the Bible and Christianity as the only hope of our ruined world. "That is all, Mr. Gladstone, we will take of your time now, for, from the reports of what is going on in England just now, I think you are very busy." The next man I put upon the witness stand is the late Earl of Kintore, and I ask him what he thinks of Christianity, and he replies, "Why do you ask me that? Did you not hear me preach Christ in the Midnight Mission of London?"

"Oh, yes! I remember! But I see many witnesses present today in the courtroom, and I call you to the witness stand, but I have only a second of time for any one of you. As you pass along just give me one sentence in regard to Christianity. "Under God it has changed my entire nature," says one. "It brought me from drunkenness and poverty to sobriety and a good home," says another. "It solaced me when I lost my child," says another.

"It gave me hope of future treasurers when my property was swept off by the last panic," says another. "It has given me a peace and a satisfaction more to me than all the world beside," says another. "It has been to me light and music and fragrance and radiant anticipation," says another. Ah! Stop the procession of witnesses. Enough! Enough! All those voices of the past and the present have mightily increased our faith.

TESTIMONY OF THE ROCKS. Again, our belief is re-enforced by archaeological exploration. We must confess that good men at one time were afraid of geologist's hammer and chemist's crucible and archaeologist's investigation, but now intelligent Christians are receiving and still expecting nothing but confirmation from all such sources. What supports the Palestine Exploration society? Contributions from churches and Christian benefactors. I saw the marks of the shovels of that exploring society amid the ruins of ancient Jericho and all up and down from the Dead sea to Cassarea Philippi. "Dig away!" says the church of God, "and the deeper you dig the better I like."

The discovered monuments of Egypt have chiseled on them the story of the sufferings of the Israelites in Egyptian bondage, as we find it in the Bible--there, in imperishable stone, representations of the slave, of the whips and the taskmasters who compelled the making of bricks without straw. Exhumed Nineveh and Babylon, with their dusty lips, declare the Bible true. Napoleon's soldiers in the Egyptian campaign pried up a stone, which you may find in the British museum; a stone, as I remember it, presenting perhaps two feet of lettered surface. It contains words in three languages. That stone was the key that unlocked the meaning of all the hieroglyphics of tombs and obelisks and tells over and over again the same events which Moses recorded.

The sulphurous graves of Sodom and Gomorrah have been identified. The remains of the tower of Babel have been found. Assyrian documents lifted from the sand and Behistun inscription hundreds of feet high up on the rock echo and re-echo the truth of Bible history.

The signs of the time indicate that almost every facet of the Bible from lid to lid will find its corroboration in ancient city disentombed, or ancient wall cleared from the dust of ages, or ancient document unrolled by archaeologist.

Before the world rolls on as far into the twentieth century as it has already rolled into the nineteenth an infidel will be a man who does not believe his own senses, and the volumes now critical and denunciatory of the Bible, if not entirely devastated by the bookworms, will be taken down from the shelf as curiosities of ignorance of idiocy.

All success to the pickaxes and crowbars and powder blasting of those apostles of archaeological exploration. I like the ringing defiance of the old Huguenots to the assailants of Christianity: "Pound away, you rebels! Your hammers break, but the anvil of God's word stands."

How wonderfully the old book hangs together. It is a library made up of 65 books and written by at least 39 authors.

It is a supernatural thing that they have stuck together. Take the writings of any other 39 authors, or any 10 authors, or any 5 authors, and put the together, and how long would they stay together?

Books of "elegant extracts" compiled from many authors are proverbially short lived. I never knew one such book which, to use the publisher's phrase, "had life in it" for five years.

Why is it that the Bible, made up of the writings of at least 39 authors, has kept together for a long line of centuries when the natural tendency would have been to fly apart like loose sheets of paper when a gust of wind blows upon them? It is because God stuck them together and keeps them together. But for that Joshua would have wandered off in one direction, and Paul into another, and Ezekiel into another, and Habakkuk into another, and the 39 authors into 39 directions.

Put the writings of Shakespeare and Tennyson and Longfellow, or any part of them, together. How long would they stay together? No book bindery could keep them together. But the cannon of Scripture is loaded now with the same ammunition with which prophet and apostle loaded it.

Bring me all the Bibles of the earth into one pile, and blindfold me so that I cannot tell the difference between day and night, and put into my hand any one of all that Alpine mountain of sacred books, and put my finger on the last page of Genesis and let me know it, and I can tell you what is on the next page--

namely, the first chapter of Exodus; or while thus blindfolded put my finger on the last chapter of Matthew and let me know it, and I will tell you what is on the next page--namely, the first chapter of Mark. In the pile of 500,000,000 Bibles there will be no exception. In other words, the book gives me confidence by its supernatural adhesion of writing to writing.

Even the stoutest ship sometimes shifts its cargo, and that is what made our peril the greater in the ship Greece of the National line when the cyclone struck us off the coast of Newfoundland, and the cargo of iron had shifted as the ship swung from larboard to starboard, and from starboard to larboard. But, thanks be to God, this old Bible ship, though it has been in thousands of years of tempest, has kept its cargo of gold and precious stones compact and sure, and in all the centuries nothing about it has shifted. There they stand,

shoulder to shoulder, David and Solomon and Isaiah and Jeremiah and Ezekiel and Daniel and Hosea and Joel and Amos and Obadiah and Jonah and Micah and Nahum and Habakkuk and Zephaniah and Haggai and Zechariah and Malachi and Matthew and Mark and Luke and John and Paul and Peter, all there, and with a certainty of being there until the heavens and the earth, the creation of which is described in the first book of the Bible, shall have Collapsed, and the white horse of the conqueror, described in the last book of the Bible, shall paw the dust in universal demolition. By that tremendous fact my faith is re-enforced.

The discussion is abroad as to who wrote those books of the Bible called the Pentateuch, whether Moses or Hilkiah or Ezra or Samuel or Jeremiah or another group of ancients. None of them wrote it. God wrote the Pentateuch, and in this day of stenography and typewriting that ought not to be a difficult thing to understand. The great merchants and lawyers and editors and business men of our towns and cities dictate nearly all their letters; they only sign them after they are dictated. The prophet and evangelist and apostle were Jehovah's stenographers or typewriters.

They put down only what God dictated; he signed it afterward. He has been writing his name upon it all through the vicissitudes of centuries.

THE PRAYER OF FAITH.

But I come to the height of my subject when I say the way to re-enforce our faith is to pray for it. So the disciples in my text got their abounding faith. "Lord, increase our faith." Some one suggests, "Do you really think that prayer amounts to anything?" I might as well ask you, is there a line of tele-

graphic poles from New York to Washington, is there a line of telegraphic wires from Manchester to London, from Cologne to Berlin? All the people who have sent and received messages on those lines know of their existence. So there are millions of souls who have been in constant communication with the capital of the universe, with the throne of the Almighty, with the great God himself, for years and years and years. There has ot been a day when supplications did not flash up and blessings did not flash down. Will some ignoramus, who has never received a telegram or sent one, come and tell us that there is no such thing as telegraphic communication? Will some one who has never offered a prayer that was heard and answered come and tell us that there is nothing in prayer? It may not come as we expect it, but as sure as an honest prayer goes up a merciful answer will come down. During the blizzard of four or five years ago, you know that many of the telegraph wires were prostrated, and I telegraphed to Chicago by the way of Liverpool, and the answer after awhile came round by another wide circuit and so the prayer we offer may come back in a way we never imagined, and if we ask to have our faith increased, although it may come by a widely different process than that which we expected, our confidence will surely be augmented.

Oh, put it in every prayer you ever make between your next breath and your last gasp, "Lord, increase our faith"--faith in Christ as our personal ransom from present guilt and eternal catastrophe; faith in the omnipotent Holy Ghost; faith in the Bible, the truest volume ever dictated or written or printed or read; faith in adverse providences, harmonized for our best welfare; faith in a judgment day that will set all things right which have for ages been wrong.

Increase our faith, not by a fragile adition, but by an infinitude of recuperation. Let us do as we saw it done in the country while we were yet in our teens, at the old farmhouse after a long drought, and the well had been dried, and the cattle moaned with thirst at the bars, and the meadow brook had ceased to run, and the grass withered, and the corn was shriveled up, and one day there was a growl of thunder, and then a congregation of clouds on the sky, and then a startling flash and then a drenching rain, and father and mother put barrels under every spout at the corners of the house and set pails and buckets and tubs and pans and pitchers to catch as much as they could of the shower. For in many of our souls there has been a long drought of confidence and in many no faith at all. Let us set out all our affections, all our hopes, all our contemplations, all our prayers, to catch a mighty shower. "Lord, increase our faith."

I like the way that the minister's widow did in Elisha's time, when, after the family being very unfortunate, her two sons were about to be sold for debt, and she had nothing in the house but a pot of oil, and at Elisha's direction she borrowed from her neighbors all the vessels she could borrow, and then began to pour out the oil into those vessels and kept on pouring until they were all full, and she became an oil merchant with more assets than liabilities, and when she cried, "Bring me yet a vessel," the answer came, "There is not a vessel more." So let us take what oil of faith

we have and use it until the supply shall be miraculously multiplied. Bring on your empty vessels and by the power of the Lord God of Elisha they shall be filled until they can hold no more of jubilant, all inspiring and triumphant faith.

RESUSCITATION.

What a frightful time we had a few days ago down on the coast of Long Is-

land, where I have been stopping. That archangel of tempest which, with its awful wings, swept the Atlantic coast

from Florida to Newfoundland did not spare our region. A few miles away, at Southampton, I saw the bodies of four

men whom the storm had slain and the sea had cast up. As I stood there among the dead bodies I said to myself, and I

said aloud: "These men represent homes. What will mother and father and wife and children say when they know this?"

Some of the victims were unknown. Only the first name of two of them was found out--Charley and William. I wondered then and I wonder now if they will remain unknown and if some kindred far away may be waiting for their coming and never hear of the rough way

of their going. I saw also one of the three who had come in alive, but more dead than alive. The ship had become

helpless six miles out, and as one wave swept the deck and went down on the furnaces till they hissed and went out

the cry was, "Oh, my God, we are lost!"

Then the crew put on life preservers, one of the sailors saying to the other, "We will meet again on the shore, and, if not, well, we must all go some time."

Of the 23 men who put on the life preservers, only 3 lived to reach the beach. But what a scene it was as the good and kind people of Southampton, led on by Dr. Thomas, the great and good surgeon of New York, stood watching the sailors struggling in the breakers, and be signaled yes and then went into unconsciousness. Who should do the most for the poor fellows and how to resuscitate them were the questions that ran up and down the beach at Southampton. How the men and women on the shore stood wringing their hands, impatiently waiting for the sufferers to come within reach, and then they were lifted up and carried indoors and waited on with as much kindness and wrapped as warmly as though they had been the princes of the earth. "Are they alive?" "Are they breathing?" Do you think they will

live? "What can we do for them?" were the rapid and intense questions

asked, and so much money was sent for the clothing and equipment of the unfortunates that Dr. Thomas had to make a proclamation that no more money was

needed. In other words, all that day it was resuscitation. And this is the appropriate word for us this morning as we stand and look off upon this awful sea of doubt and un-

belief on which hundreds are this mo-

ment being wrecked. Some of them were launched by Christian parentage

on smooth seas and with promise for prosperous voyage, but a Voltaire cyclone struck them on one side, and a Tom Paine cyclone struck them on the other side, and a bad habit cyclone struck

them on all sides, and they have foun-

dered far away from shore, far away

from God, and they have gone down or

are washed ashore with no spiritual life left in them.

But, thank God, there are many here

today with enough faith left to encourage us in the effort at their resuscitation. All hands to the beach! With a confidence in God that takes no denial, let us lay hold of them! Fetch them out of the breakers! Bring gospel warmth and gospel stimulus and gospel life to

their freezing souls! Resuscitation! Resuscitation!

Avoiding Military Duty In France.

Public opinion has been called in France to scandals in connection with

army recruiting which show how dif-

ficult it is to carry out a scheme of uni-

versal compulsory service. As a matter

of fact, it is well known that in order

to prevent the burden of the system falling with undue weight upon certain individuals numerous exemptions have to be made. The only son of a widow, for instance, who helps to support his mother, is let off scot free, while the eldest son of a man upward of 70 years of age is only made to serve for one year if it can be proved that the father is dependent upon him in any way. A declara-

tion of the facts has to be made on oath

by three witnesses before the exemption is made.

A case of fraud which has just come to

light has shown that there are persons who are ready for a small consideration to swear to anything that is required in this way. In the country districts the fraud must be attended with great risk, but it is the opinion of one of the Paris magistrates, who has had much experience in the matter, that in the great cities it is practically impossible to detect it.--London News.

Sleeping Car Arrangement. A lady writes urging the introduction of special sleeping cars for women on which only women servants should be employed. Theoretically this would undoubtedly be a desirable reform, which men as well as women would favor, since the usual mixed arrangements are probably not agreeable either to men or women. However, it is to be feared that

the plan is not practicable. From a woman's car of this sort conductors,

brakemen and all other men would have to be excluded, or else there would be no advantage except to the men in the other cars from which women were excluded,

and under our present system of construction this would be impossible. Men would still have to make a thoroughfare of the car in order to carry on the train at all. A separately curtained portion of a car would seem to approach nearer to practicability. As a matter of fact, no serious trouble results from the present system, though it is often incon-

venient and disagreeable to both men and women.--Boston Transcript.

The Chicago Fair's Bad Management.

Either the blood sucking parasites at the fair must be dispensed with, the dead-

head leak stopped and expenses cut down, or there must be a default on the bonds

which the corporation owes. The direct-

ors have outstanding five millions of bonds and floating debt, and they have not yet a dollar to apply on the bond

payment. They have not yet paid the floating debt by perhaps a million, and

from present appearances will not until late in August.

The fair is costing $600,000 a month for operating expenses. The army of deadheads who enter its gates is steadily in-

creasing. Friday more than one-third of those in attendance went in on passes.

The deadheads ought to be cut down at least one-half. At least half of the police

force at the fair ought to be mustered out and taken off the payrolls. The expenses of operating the fair ought not to

be over $300,000 per month at the very outside. The directors must face the music.--Chicago Tribune.

Offer to Float the Victoria. Signor Balsamello, the inventor of the Balla Nautica, the submarine vessel with which several successful experiments were performed lately at Civita Vecchia in the presence of a commission appointed by the Italian government, declares that by the aid of his invention he can float her majesty's ship Victoria at a cost of less than £40,000. He says that

with the Balla Nautica he can make arrangements for raising weights far exceeding that of the sunken ironclad. The preparations and placing of grapnels and chains around the Victoria would take a

month and would be performed by the crew of the submarine ship, which has

already descended to and been maneu-

vered successfully at depths beyond that in which the Victoria lies. The bringing of the ship to the surface would take two days.--St. James Gazette.

Singular Case of Insanity. Professor Alfonso Carpentieri, the famous gynecologist of the University

of Naples, became suddenly insane a few days ago. He imagined that he was

dying from starvation and thirst, and, entering a restaurant, drank four cups

of coffee, a bottle of wine, a bottle of cognac, and ate 15 sandwiches and more than a dozen eggs. When the

proprietor declined to serve anything else, the professor sprang on the table

and cried, with the voice of Stentor: "Eggs, eggs! Give me eggs to keep me

from starving!" When he began to break chairs and tables, he was over-

powered and placed in a hospital. He

is one of the most famous physicians in Italy.--Chicago Times.

Many of the South Sea islanders be-

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by persons of perfect physical forms. Where this belief prevails a man will die rather than submit to amputation.

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