HELPFUL CHURCHES. ELOQUENT SERMON BY THE GREAT BROOKLYN PREACHER.

A Reply to the Query, "What is the Church?"--It should be a Great, Practical, Homely, Omnipotent Help--The Business of Worship.

BROOKLYN, Oct. 15.--The character of the hymns given out by Rev. Dr. Talmage in the Brooklyn Tabernacle this forenoon called for the unusual power of congregational singing. Organ and cornet and the voices of thousands of worshipers made the place resound with music. The subject was "Helpful Churches," the text being Psalms xx, 2, "Send thee help from the sanctuary." If you should ask 50 men what the church is, they would give you 50 different answers. One man would say, "It is a convention of hypocrites." Another, "It is an assembly of people who feel themselves a great deal better than others." Another, "It is a place for gossip, where wolverine dispositions devour each other." Another, "It is a place for the cultivation of superstition and cant." Another, "It is an arsenal where theologians go to get pikes and muskets and shot." Another, "It is an art gallery, where men go to admire grand arches, and exquisite fresco, and musical warble, and the Dantesque in gloomy imagery." Another man would say: "It is the best place on earth except my own home. If I forget thee, O Jerusalem! let my right

hand forget her cunning."

Now, my friends, whatever the church is, my text tells you what it ought to be --a great, practical, homely, omnipotent help. "Send thee help from the sanctuary." The pew ought to yield restfulness to the body. The color of the upholstery ought to yield pleasure to the eye. The entire service ought to yield strength for the moil and struggle of everyday life. The Sabbath ought to be harnessed to all the six days of the week, drawing them in the right direction. The church ought to be a magnet, visibly and mightily affecting all the homes of the worshipers. Every man gets roughly jostled, gets abused, gets cut, gets insulted, gets slighted, gets exasperated. By the time the Sabbath comes he has an accumulation of six days of annoyance, and that is a starveling church service which has not the strength enough to take that accumulated annoyance and hurl it into perdition. The business man sits down in church headachey from the week's engagements. Perhaps he wishes he had tarried at home on the lounge with the newspapers and the slippers. That man wants to be cooled off and graciously diverted. The first wave of the religious service ought to dash clear over the hurricane decks and leave him dripping with holy and glad and heavenly emotion. "Send thee help from the sanctuary."

SABBATH SONGS.

In the first place, sanctuary help ought to come from the music. A woman dying in England persisted in singing to the last moment. The attendants tried to persuade her to stop, saying it would exhaust her and make her disease worse. She answered: "I must sing. I am only practicing for the heavenly choir." Music on earth is a rehearsal for music in heaven. If you and I are going to take part in that great orchestra, it is high time that we were stringing and thrumming our harps. They tell us that Thalberg and Gottschalk never would go into a concert until they had first in private rehearsed, although they were such masters of the instrument. And can it be that we expect to take a part in the great oratorio of heaven if we do not rehearse here? But I am not speaking of the next world. Sabbath song ought to set all the week to music. We want not more harmony, not more artistic expression, but more volume in our church music. Now I am no worshiper of noise, but I believe that if our American churches would, with full heartiness of soul and full emphasis of voice, sing the song sof Zion this part of sacred worship would have tenfold more power than it has now. Why not take this part of the sacred service and lift it to where it ought to be? All the annoyances of life might be drowned out of that sacred song. Do you tell me that it is not fashionable to sing very loudly? Then, I say, away with the fashion. We dam back the great Mississippi of congregational singing and let a few drops of melody trickle through the dam. I say, take away the dam and let the billows roar on their way to the oceanic heart of God. Whether it is fashionable to sing loudly or not, let us sing with all possible em-

phasis.

We hear a great deal of the art of singing, of music as an entertainment, of music as a recreation. It is high time we heard something of music as a help--a practical help. In order to do this we must only have a few hymns. New tunes and new hymns every Sunday make poor congregational singing. Fifty hymns are enough for 50 years. The Episcopal church prays the same prayer every Sabbath, and year after year and century after century. For that reason they have the hearty responses. Let us take a hint from that fact, and let us sing the same songs Sabbath after Sabbath. Only in that way can we come to the full force of this exercise. Twenty thousand years will not wear out the hymns of William Cowper and Charles Wesley and Isaac Watts. Suppose now each person in this audience has brought all the annoyances of the last 365 days. Fill this room to the ceiling with sacred song, and you would drown out all those annoyances of the 365 days, and you would drown them out forever. Organ and cornet are only to marshal the voice. Let the voice fall into line, and in companies, and in brigades, by storm take the obduracy and sin of the world. If you cannot sing for yourself, sing for others. By trying to give others good cheer you will bring good cheer to your own heart. When Londonderry, Ireland, was besieged, many years ago, the people in-

side the city were famishing, and a vessel came up with provisions, but the vessel ran on the river bank and stuck fast. The enemy went down, with laughter and derision, to board the vessel, when the vessel gave a broadside fire against the enemy, and by the shock was turned back into the stream, and all was well. Oh, ye who are high and dry on the rocks of melancholy, give a broadside fire of song against your spiritual ene-

mies, and by holy rebound you will come out into the calm waters. If we want to make ourselves happy, we must make others happy. "Mythology tells us of Amphion, who played his lyre until the mountains were moved and the walls of Thebes arose, but religion has a mightier story to tell of how Christian song may build the whole temples of eternal joy and lift the round earth into sympathy with the skies. I tarried many nights in London, and I used to hear the bells--the small bells of the city--strike the hour of night--one, two, three, four and after they were done striking the hour of night, then the great St. Paul's cathedral would come in to mark the hours, making all the other sounds seem utterly insignificant as with mighty tongue it announced the hour of the night--every stroke an overmastering boom. My friends, it was intended that all the lesser sounds of the world should be drowned out in the mighty tongue of congregational song beating against the gates of heaven. Do you know how they mark the hours in heaven? They have no clocks, as they have no candles, but a great pendulum of hallelujah swinging across heaven from eternity to eternity.

Let those refuse to sing Who never knew our God,

But children of the heavenly king Should speak their joys abound.

THE DISCOURSE.

Again I remark that sanctuary help ought to come from the sermon. Of a thousand people in this or any other audience, how many want sympathetic help? Do you guess a hundred? Do you guess 500? You have guessed wrong. I will tell you just the proportion. Out of a thousand people in this audience there are just 1,000 who need sympathetic help. These young people want it just as much as the old. The old people sometimes seem to think they have a monopoly of the rheumatism, and the neuralgias, and the headaches, and the physical disorders of the world. But I tell you there are no worse heartaches than are felt by some of these young

people.

Do you know that much of the work is done by the young? Raphael died at 37, Richard III at 33, Gustavius Adolphus died at 38; Innocent III came to his mightiest influence at 37; Cortez conquered Mexico at 30; Don John won Lepanto at 25; Grotius was attorney general at 24, and I have noticed amid all classes of men that some of the severest battles and the toughest work comes before 30. Therefore we must have our sermons and our exhortation in prayer meeting all sympathetic with the young. And so with these people further on in life. What do these doctors and lawyers and merchants and mechanics care about the abstractions of religion? What they want is help to bear the whimsicalities of patients, the browbeating of legal opponents, the unfairness of customers, who have plenty of fault finding for every imperfection of handiwork, but no praise for 20 excellences. What does that brain racked, hand blistered man care for Zwingle's "Doctrine of Original Sin," or Augustine's "Anthropology?" You might as well go to a man who has the pleurisy and put on his side a plaster made out of Dr. Parr's "Treatise on Medical Jurisprudence." While all of a sermon may not be helpful alike to all if it be a Christian sermon preached by a Christian man, there will be help for every one somewhere. We go into an apothecary store. We see others being waited on. We do not complain because we do not immediately get the medicine. We know our turn will come after awhile. And so, while all parts of a sermon may not be appropriate to our case, if we wait prayerfully before the sermon is through we shall have the divine prescription. I say to these young men who come here Sabbath by Sabbath, and who are going to preach the gospel--these theological students--

I say to them, we want in our sermons not more metaphysics, nor more imagination, nor more logic, nor more profundity.

What we want in our sermons and Christian exhortations is more sympa-

thy. When Father Taylor preached in the Sailor's Bethel at Boston, the jack tars felt that they had help for their duties among the ratlines and the forecastles. When Richard Weaver preached to the operatives in Oldham, England, all the workingmen felt they had more grace for the spindles. When Dr. South preached to kings and princes and princesses, all the mighty men and women who heard him felt preparation for their high station. NECESSITY FOR PRAYER. Again I think that sanctuary help ought to come through the prayers of all the people. The door of the eternal storehouse is hung on one hinge--a gold hinge, the hinge of prayer--and when the whole audience lay hold of that door, it must come open. There are here many people spending their first Sabbath after some great bereavement. What will your prayer do for them? How will it help the tomb in that man's heart? Here are people who have not been in church before for 10 years. What will your prayer do for them by rolling over their soul holy memories? Here are people in crises of awful temptation. They are on the verge of despair or wild blundering or theft or suicide. What will your prayer do for them this morning in the way of giving them strength to resist? Will you be chiefly anxious about the fit of the glove that you put to your forehead while you prayed? Will you be chiefly critical of the rhetoric of the pastor's petition? No. No. A thousand people will feel, "That prayer is for me," and at every step of the prayer chains ought to drop off, and temples of sin ought to crush into dust, and jubilees of deliverance ought to brandish their trumpets. In most of our churches We have three prayers--the opening prayer, what is called the "long prayer," and the closing prayer. There are many people who spend the first prayer in arranging their apparel after entrance, and spend the second prayer--the "long prayer"--in wishing it were through, and spend the last prayer in preparing to start for home. The most insignificant part of every religious service is the sermon. The more important parts are the Scripture lesson and the prayer. The sermon is only a man talking to a man. The Scripture lesson is God talking to man. Prayer is man talking to God. Oh, if we understood the grandeur and the pathos of this exercise of prayer, instead of being a dull exercise, we would imagine that the room was full of divine and angelic appearances. But, my friends, the old style of church will not do the work. We might as well now try to take all the passengers from New York to Buffalo by stage coach, or all the passengers from Albany to Buffalo by canalboat, or to do all the battling of the world with bow and arrow, as with the old style of church to meet the exigencies of this day. Unless the church in our day will adapt itself to the time it will become extinct. The people reading newspapers and books all the week, in alert, picturesque and resounding style, will have no patience with Sabbath humdrum. We have no objections to bands and surplice and all the paraphernalia of clerical life, but these things make no impression--make no more impression on the great masses of the people than

the ordinary business suit you wear in Wall street. A tailor cannot make a minister. Some of the poorest preach-

ers wear the best clothes, and many a backwoodsman has dismounted from the saddlebags and in his linen duster

preached a sermon that shook earth and heaven with its Christian eloquence.

No new gospel, only the old gospel in a way suited to the time. No new church, but a church to be the asylum, the in-

spiration, the practical sympathy and the eternal help of the people.

CHURCH DOORS. But while half of the doors of the church are to be set open toward this world the other half of the doors of the church must be set open toward the

next. You and I tarry here only a brief space. We want somebody to teach us how to get out of this life at the right

time and in the right way. Some fall out of life, some go stumbling out of life, some go groaning out of life, some go cursing out of life. We want to go singing, rising, rejoicing, triumphing. We want half the doors of the church set in that direction. We want half the prayers that way, half the sermons that way. We want to know how to get ashore from the tumult of this world into the land of everlasting peace. We do not want to stand doubting and shivering when we go away from this world. We want our anticipations aroused to the highest pitch. We want to have the exhilaration of a dying child in England, the father telling me the story. When he said to her, "Is the path narrow?" she answered: "The path is narrow. It is so narrow that I cannot walk arm in arm with Christ, so Jesus goes ahead and he says, 'Mary, follow.'" Through these church gates

set heavenward how many of your friends and mine have gone? The last time they were out of the house they came to

church. The earthly pilgrimage ended at the pillar of public worship, and then they marched out to a bigger and bright-

er assemblage. Some of them were so old they could not walk without a cane or two crutches. Now they have eternal

juvenescence. Or they were so young they could not walk except as the maternal hand guided them. Now they bound with the hilarities celestial.

The last time we saw them they were wasted with malarial and pulmonic disorder, but now they have no fatigue and no difficulty of respiration in the pure

air of heaven. How I wonder when you and I will cross over! Some of you have had about enough of the thumping and flailing of this life. A draft from the fountains of heaven would do you good.

Complete release, you could stand very well. If you got on the other side and

and had permission to come back, you would not come. Though you were in-

vited to come back and join your friends on earth, you would say, "No, let me tarry here until they come. I shall not risk going back. If a man reaches heaven, he had better stay there." Oh, I join hands with you this morning in that uplifted splendor! When the shore is won at last, Who will count the billows past? In Freybourg, Switzerland, there is the trunk of a tree 400 years old. That tree was planted to commemorate an event. About 10 miles from the city

the Swiss conquered the Burgundians, and a young man wanted to take the tidings to the city. He took a tree branch and ran with such speed the 10 miles that when he reached the city wav-

ing the tree branch he had only strength to cry, "Victory!" and dropped dead. The tree branch that he carried was planted, and it grew to be a great tree, 20 feet in circumference, and the remains of it are there to this day.

My hearer, when you have fought your last battle with sin and death and hell, and they have been routed in the conflict, it will be a joy worthy of cele-

bration. You will fly to the city and cry "Victory!" and drop at the feet of the Great King. Then the palm branch of the earthly race will be planted, to be-

come the outreaching tree of everlasting rejoicing.

When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls

And pearly gates behold,

Thy bulwarks with salvation strong And streets of shining gold?

Police on the Wheel.

The proposal to mount a part of the park police on bicycles is timely though tardy. Already the world's armies have organized their bicycle service, and it can hardly be contended that this mode of locomotion is more appropriate there than in the police service or likely to be so useful. In the event of the wheel's adoption by the police authority the public may assume that the men will be required to sit it properly. They will not offend the eye by contributing to the monkey on a gridiron exhibition. In fact, their martial appearance could be expected to contribute by its example to diminish that depressing practice. It is certain that the seat of the mounted police has stimulated perception of the ridiculous in equestrians bobbing from the saddle like cockney tailors out for a holiday. The extension of the use of the wheel is among the interesting phenomena of the day. The French postal service has adopted it extensively in rural service. Even the stolid Briton has proposed the reform. In England, however, the magnitude of the mail officers some difficulties. Its growing extension in the colonies is marked. The export of bicycles now cuts a respectable figure in board of trade returns. During the past year the value has nearly doubled.--New York Evening Sun. Satisfying Vanity. "It's lovely to have a small bit of vanity," said a little woman, tying her bonnet strings before the glass. "That's a very unorthodox sentiment, my dear," laughed the looker on. "Do you think so? I am not so sure of that," meditated the little woman, beginning to put on her gloves. "I should not be able to face the people I have to see today nor accomplish the mission I have in hand if I was not sure that my hat is becoming, my gown is well fitting and the other details of my dress irreproachable. I know I do look well, and therefore people like to see me. So I can please them and get what I want. Candidly, is that vanity? There may be some other name for it."--Exchange.

IN THE METROPOLIS. CITIZENS OF NEW YORK MAKING PLANS FOR THE FUTURE. Improvements on a Gigantic Scale Project-ed--Hundreds of Millions of Dollars to Be Spent in Beautifying the Chief City of the Continent. Much has been said from time to time of the absence of public spirit, of local pride and of neighborhood feeling in New York. Even the men who have made great fortunes here do not seem to have any regard for the city that has given them their opportunities for

achieving wealth. "Men do not under-

stand the causes of their success," said a speaker of the board of trade recently in

commenting upon the difficulty in arous-

ing the public interest here in the movement for the improvement of the Erie canal, on which so much of the prosperity of the city depends. The lack of public spirit was signally illustrated in the half hearted way in which the business men entered into the movement to secure the World's fair for New York. Chicago was a blaze of enthusiasm on the sub-

ject, but New York entered into

the competition in a listless, don't care sort of way, which naturally resulted in Chicago carrying off the prize.

The fact is that New York is a city of markets, of ships, of shops, of hotels and tenement houses, but not of homes.

The rich men may have mansions here, but their homes are in the country houses. The people who live in flats and

tenement houses are engaged in a struggle for a bare existence, and have not the

time or disposition to give much thought or care for the city. The diversity of

races and languages represented in the population serves only to separate the

people more and make them regard the city with utter indifference.

But there is reason for believing that this state of things is gradually growing better. There are evidences of increased public spirit, of a greater pride in the city and of a larger interest in her development and improvement. Great schemes of public improvement have been projected or begun. Millions have recently been expended in the acquisition of new parks, and twice lately when it was proposed to do something that would injure Central park there was an exhibition of aroused public opinion that prevented the outrages and would have done credit to a much smaller but more enthusiastic city. Rich men are now contributing a liberal portion of their wealth to the enterprises that will increase the glory of the metropolis. Columbia college is being

rapidly developed into a great universi-

ty. A magnificent cathedral has been started. A spacious botanical garden is to be established. A fine aquarium is to take the place of Castle Garden on the Battery. A splendid speedway for horses is to be built. The city is to erect an immense municipal building, which it is proposed shall be a notable architectural addition to the metropolis. The present city hall is to be given to the trustees of the Tilden trust and made the home of a $2,000,000 library.

The art and natural history museums are being rapidly developed and will

soon take rank among the best in the world. Monuments and statues are being multiplied, and eight years after his

death the $500,000 tomb of General Grant is approaching completion.

But in other and perhaps more interesting ways is the revival of public spirit in New York being manifested. Business men are showing an increased interest in the good government of the city and in its improvement in little things as well as great. Other cities might indeed copy with advantage some of the methods of the organizations that have been formed here for the public weal. The City Improvement society has been formed and has started out to investigate the various complaints of citi-

zens and to secure, if possible, better pavements, better street cleaning and similar improvements in parks, bridges and streets of the city. Lately a municipal art society has been organized by leading artists, architects and others, with a view of making the city more beautiful. They seek to improve the ar-

chitecture of the public buildings, to se-

cure artistic decoration within them and to prevent the erection of inferior stat-

ues and other inartistic structures. An-

other society is engaged in marking with bronze tablets the places of historical interest. Others of a more philanthrop-

ical nature are endeavoring to better the lives and condition of the tenement house population.

The women have organized a health protective association, and are endeavor-

ing to institute reforms that shall de-

crease the death rate and make New

York a better city to live in. The latest

reform which they have taken up is that

of securing a health regulation requiring the removal of the refuse of the 60,000

horses in the city of New York. The physicians comprising the Academy of Medicine have lately been acting with vigor and courage to secure improved quarantine protection and a purified water supply. The chamber of commerce and the board of trade--the mouthpieces of the merchants and bankers--have lately exhibited increased activity and exercised a wider influence. All these things certainly indicate that New Yorkers are beginning to wake up and to show a livelier interest in the welfare of the city. Perhaps the fact that other cities are getting closer to her in the competition.

Pigeons Do Not Fly by Sight. The numerous experiments made by balloonists have proved that pigeons are incapable of flying at any great height. Birds thrown out at 6,000 meters fell like dead, and even at the moderate height of 300 meters pigeons liberated by the balloonist Gaston Tissandier approached the earth in a spiral course. It is evident, hence, that they are not guided wholly by sight. To bring a point 300 miles distant within the range of vision it would be necessary to ascend nearly 20,000 meters. The carrier pigeon, starting on such a journey, must consequent-

ly start with faith in the unseen.--Phila-delphia Press.

Leigh Hunt's Breakfast Bouquets. Leigh Hunt, that early day asthete, declared breakfast to be the meal of all others when the poetic influence of a table posy was most to be desired. He would bring in a few clover heads or sprigs of grass culled from beneath the projecting bars of a park railing or city square if he could find nothing more beautiful, and with these to look at his fancy took him roaming out into the boundless green fields and pastures new.--Chicago Tribune. OLD FAMILIES STILL LEAD. Newport Society Wants to Know Who the Swells Are Now. There has been much discussion in Newport of late concerning the leadership of society--as to who are entitled to take prominent positions in it and carry it on. The multimillionaires are unquestionably doing most of the entertaining now, and one constantly hears the questions: "Who are the swells?" "Have the nobs all died out and disappeared, or are they yet exercising a controlling influence in society?" The principal old Knickerbocker manorial families are represented in society at the present time by the Livingstons, the Van Rensselaers, the Gardiners of Gardiner's island, the Morrises of Morrisania, the Van Cortlandts, the Floyd-Joneses, the Thompsons of Sagtikos, the Beekmans, the De Lanceys, the Pells and the De Peysters. The heads of the Livingstons are Harry Walter Livingston and John Livingston, men of fashion. The head of the Van Rensselaers is Bayard Van Rensselaer, the patroon by right, who married a descendant of the Gardiners of Gardiner's island. The head of the Morrises is A. Newbold Morris. The head of the Gardiners of Gardiner's island is Colonel J. Lyon Gardiner, twelfth lord of that manor. The head of the Van Cortlandts is Pierre Van Cortlandt in one branch and Augustus Van Cortlandt in another. Colonel De Lancey Floyd-Jones represents the family of that name, and Frederick Diodati Thompson represents his family. The Beekmans are represented by Gerald Beekman, the De Lanceys by Edward T. De Lancey. The Pells are headed by George Washington Pell and Howland Pell, and the De Peysters by General J. Watts De Peyster, the Stuyvesants by Rutherford Stuyvesant, the Duers by James G. K. Duer, the Jays by John Jay, the Hamiltons by Schuyler Hamilton, the Winthrops in New York by Edgarton L. Winthrop, and in Boston by Philip Schuyler and John Schuy-

ler, secretary of the Society of the Cin-

cinnati; the Lawrences by J. G. K. Law-

rence, the Roosevelts by James B. Roose-

velt and J. Roosevelt Roosevelt, and the Kings by A. Gracie King.

All of these people hold high positions in the fashionable world of today, and notwithstanding the assumption of the multimillionaires that family is of no importance in New York they are still regarded in an entirely different way from the new people. The family pride has had a new impetus given to it lately by the formation of the societies of the Sons of the Revolution, the Sons of the Colonial Wars, the Colonial Dames, etc. Even in our republican country a Stuyvesant, a Livingston or a Van Rensselaer commands social position if he is at all fitted for it, while other mortals must work for and make one themselves. Many mothers are better satisfied if their daughters marry representatives of the old Knickerbockers with moderate fortunes than if they marry into wealthy families which have recently secured places in fashionable society. This has been illustrated by several notable instances of late years. The old Colonial stock was never so much appreciated as at present.--Cor. New York World.

What German Boys Drink.

German boys who work in the open air all day long every day in the year except school days get very thirsty, of course, and must drink a great deal. The German mothers, to keep their boys well and hardy, are very expert in making nourishing drinks for them. Honeyade is the favorite outdoor drink for German boys. It is made in this way: An ounce of ginger is boiled for an hour in 2 quarts of water. Then 2 quarts of cold water, a pound of sugar, an ounce of lime juice and 2 ounces of clear sweet honey are added. When all is cold, the white of an egg is whipped in and a lemon is squeezed over the honeyade jar. The sturdy little Germans are allowed to drink their weight, as the saying is, of this.--Se-lected. An Expensive Guest. His dukeship of Veragua was rather an expensive guest, the bills incurred for his entertainment by the nation amounting to about $40,000. A good story is told in Washington that when his nibs was in Chicago, living in the grandest sort of grand style in the Auditorium, he wrote to the president expressing regret that he would be delayed in reaching Washington for the purpose of paying his respects to the chief executive. An immediate reply was sent excusing him from that perfunctory courtesy and advising him that arrangements had been made for his return to spain. Whereupon he took the hint and went.--How-ard in New York Recorder.

All Off. "You are old enough to be my father," said the girl to the ancient mil-

lionaire who had proposed to her.

"Yes, my dear, I know that," he re-

plied, "but I love you so I will do any-

thing in the world for you."

"Anything?" she asked, brightening.

"Yes, anything." "Well, give me half a million and call the proposal off. How does that strike you?"

She was too flip, and he called the whole business off.--Exchange.

Exiled Socialists In Siberia. A number of socialist exiles have been located at Chita, Siberia. Our correspondent tells us that, though not allowed to leave the city, they move about freely enough within it and in various kinds of skilled handicraft are earning their own livelihood. They are in this way quite an acquisition to the neighborhood. If you have a scientific instrument to be repaired or any work to be done in which delicate manipulation and special ingenuity are essential, you must send for one of the socialists. They bear an excellent character, and the superintendent of police in Chita

says, "If all the people in this province were socialists, there would be nothing for us to do." Alas for this province, a large proportion of its people are of a very different type! What Van Dieman's land and Botany bay were to England half a century ago the Transbaikalia is to Russia now--a cesspool for its crime.

Capital punishment is comparatively rare in Russia, and villains who would without doubt receive the death sentence in England or be lynched without judge or jury in some parts of the United States are in this country condemned to life banishment in Transbaikalia.--Lon-don News.

A boy at Linn Creek, Mo., fell into the cistern and would have drowned had not his ingenious mother hauled him out with fishing tackle.

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