UNSAFE LIFEBOATS. REV. DR. TALMAGE STILL FINDS NEW SUBJECTS AND NEW THOUGHTS. The Recent Yacht Race--Importance of the Lifeboats--One That Can Live In Any Sea--A Sure Refuge In the Storm of Life.

BROOKLYN, Oct. 22.--After preaching on nearly 4,000 different subjects and being closely followed by the printing press for about 25 years Rev. Dr. Talmage still seems to find new subjects that have never been preached on. This forenoon he chose for his subject "Unsafe Lifeboats," the text being Acts xxvii, 32, "Then the soldiers cut off the ropes of the boat and let her fall off." While your faces are yet somewhat bronzed by attendance on the international boat contest between the Vigilant and the Valkyrie I address you. Good things when there is no betting or dissipation, those outdoor sports. We want more fresh air and breeziness in our temperaments and our religion. A stale and slow and lugubrious religion may have done for other times, yet will not do for these. But my text calls our attention to a boat of a different sort, and instead of the Atlantic it is the Mediterranean, and instead of not wind enough, as the crews of the Vigilant and the Valkyrie the other day complained, there is too much wind and the swoop of a Euroclydon. I am not calling your attention so much to the famous ship on which Paul was the distinguished passenger, but to the lifeboat of that ship which no one seems to notice. For a fortnight the main vessel had been tossed and driven. For that two weeks, the account says, the passengers had "continued fasting." I suppose the salt water, dashing over, had spoiled the sea biscuit, and the passengers were seasick anyhow. The sailors said, "It is no use; this ship must go down," and they proposed among themselves to lower the lifeboat and get into it and take the chances for reaching shore, although they pretended they were going to get over the sides of the big ship and down into the lifeboat only to do sailors' duty. That was not sailorlike, for the sailors that I have known were all intrepid fellows and would rather go down with the ship than do such a mean thing as those Jack Tars of my text attempted. When on the Mediterranean last June the Victoria sank under the ram of the Camperdown, the most majestic thing about that awful scene was that all the

sailors staid at their posts doing their duty. As a class all over the world sail-

ors are valorous, but these sailors of the text were exceptional and pretended to do duty while they were really preparing for flight in the lifeboat. But these "marines" on board--sea soldiers--had in especial charge a little missionary who was turning the world upside down, and when these marines saw the trick the sailors were about to play they lifted the cutlasses from the girdle and chop! chop! went those cutlasses into the ropes that held the lifeboat, and splash! it dropped into the sea. My text describes it, "The sailors cut off the ropes of the boat and let her fall of." As that empty lifeboat dropped and was capsized on a sea where for two weeks winds and billows had been in battle I think that many on board the main vessel felt their last hope of ever reaching home had vanished. In that tempestuous sea a small boat could not have lived five minutes. My subject is "Unsafe Lifeboats." We cannot exaggerate the importance of the lifeboat. All honor to the memory of Lionel Lukin, the coach builder of Long Acre, London, who invented the first lifeboat, and I do not blame him for ordering put upon his tombstone in Kent the inscription that you may still read there: "This Lionel Lukin was the first who built a lifeboat and was the original inventor of that principle of safety by which many lives and much property have been preserved from shipwreck, and he obtained for it the king's patent in the year 1785. A WORD OF CAUTION. All honor to the memory of Sir William Hillary, who, living in the isle of Man, and after assisting with his own hand in the rescue of 305 lives of the shipwrecked, stirred the English parliament to quick action in the construction of lifeboats. Thanks to God for the sublime and pathetic and divine mission of the lifeboat. No one will doubt its important mission who has read of the wreck of the Amazon in the bay of Biscay, of the Tweed running on the reefs of the gulf of Mexico, or of the Ocean Monarch on the coast of Wales, or of the Birkenhead on the Cape of Good Hope, or of the Royal Charter on the coast of Anglesea, or of the Exmouth on the Scotch breakers, or of the Atlantic on the rocks of Nova Scotia, or of the Lexington on Long Island sound. To add still further to the importance of the lifeboat, remember there are at least 3,000,000 men following the sea, to say nothing of the uncounted millions this moment ocean passengers. We "landlubbers," as sailors call us, may not know the difference between a marline spike and a ringbolt, or anything about heaving a log, or rigging out a flying jibboom, or furling a topsail, but we all realize to greater or less extent the importance of a lifeboat in every marine equipment. But do we feel the importance of a lifeboat in the matter of the soul's rescue? There are times when we all feel that we are out at sea, and as many disturbing and anxious questions strike us as waves struck that vessel against the sides of which the lifeboat of my text dangled.

Questions about the church. Questions about the world. Questions about God. Questions about our eternal destiny.

Every thinking man and woman has these questions, and in proportion as they are thinking people do these ques-

tions arise.

There is no wrong in thinking. If God had not intended us to think and keep

on thinking, he would not have built under this wheelhouse of the skull this thinking machine, which halts not in its revolutions from cradle to grave. Even

the midnight does not stop the thinking machine, for when we are in dreams we are thinking, although we do not think as well. All of us who are accustomed to thinking want to reach some solid shore of safety and satisfaction, and if any one has a good lifeboat that we may honorably take I wish he would unswing it from the davits and let us get into it and put for shore. But I give you fair notice I must first examine the lifeboat before I risk my soul in it or advise you to risk your soul in it. All the splendid Ramsgate lifeboats, and Margate lifeboats, and South Shields lifeboats, and American lifeboats were tested before being put into prac-

tical use as to their buoyancy and speed and stowage and self righting capacity. And when you offer my soul a lifeboat I must first test it.

THE THEOSOPHIC LIFEBOAT.

Here is a splendid new lifeboat called Theosophy. It has only a little while been launched, although some of the planks are really several thousand years old, and from a worm eaten ship, but they are painted over and look new.

They are really fatalism and pantheism of olden time. But we must forget that and call them theosophy. The Grace Darling of this lifeboat was an oars-woman by the name of Mme. Blavatsky, but the oarswoman now is Annie Besant. So many are getting aboard the boat it is worth of examination, both because of the safety of those who have entered it and because we ourselves are invited to get in. Its theory is that everything is God. Horse and star and tree and man are parts of God. We have three souls--an animal soul, a human soul, a spiritual soul. The animal soul becomes, after awhile, a wandering thing, trying to express itself through mediums. It enters beasts or enters human being, and when you find an effeminate man it is because a woman's soul has gotten into the man, and when you find a masculine woman it is because a man's soul has taken possession of a woman's body. If you find a woman has become a platform speaker and likes politics, she is possessed by a dead politician, who 40 years ago made the platform quake. The soul keeps wandering on and on and on, and may have 50 or innumerable different forms, and finally is absorbed in God. It was God at the start and will be God at the last. But who gives the authority for the truth of such a religion? Some beings living in a cave in central Asia. They are invisible to the naked eye, but they cross continents and seas in a flash. My Baptist brother Dr. Haldeman says that a theosophist in New York was visited by one of these mysterious beings from central Asia. The gentleman knew it from the fact that the mysterious being left his pocket handkerchief, embroidered with his name and Asiatic residence. The most wonderful achievement of the theosophists is that they keep out of the insane asylum. They prove the truth of the statement that no religion ever announced was so absurd but it gained disciples.

Societies in the United States and Eng-

land and other lands have been established for the promulgation of theosophy. Instead of needing the revelation of a Bible you can have these spirits from a cave in central Asia to tell you all you ought to know, and after you leave this life you may become a prima donna, or a robin, or a gazelle, or a sot, or a prizefighter, or a Herod, or a Jezebel, and so be enabled to have great variety of experience, rotating through the universe, now rising, now falling, now shot out in a straight line and now describing a parabola, and on and on, and round and round. Don't you see? Now, that theosophic lifeboat has been launched. It proposes to take you off the rough sea of doubt into everlasting quietude. How do you like the lifeboat? My opinion is you had better imitate the mariners of my text and cut off the ropes of that boat and let her fall off. A BOAT THAT LEAKS. Another lifeboat tempting us to enter is made up of many planks of good works. It is really a beautiful boat--almsgiving, practical sympathies for human suffering, righteous words and righteous deeds. I must admit I like the looks of the prow, and of the rowlocks and of the paddles, and of the steering gear, and of many who are thinking to trust themselves on her benches. But the trouble about that lifeboat is it leaks. I never knew a man yet good enough to earn heaven by his virtues or generosities. If there be one person here present on this blessed Sabbath all of whose thoughts have been always right, all of whose actions have always been right, and all of whose words have always been right, let him stand up, or if already standing let him lift his hand, and I will know that he lies. Paul had it about right when he said, "By the deeds of the law shall no flesh living be justified." David had it about right when he said, "There is none that doeth good, no not one." The old book had it about right when it said, "All have sinned and come short of the glory of God." Let a man get off that little steamer called The Maid of the Mist, which sails up to the foot of Niagara falls, and then climb to the top of the falls on the descending floods, for he can do it easier than any man ever will be able to climb to heaven by his good works. If your thoughts have always been exactly right, and your words exactly right, and your deeds always exactly right ,you can go up to the gate of heaven, and you need not even known for admittance, but open it yourself and push the angels out of your way and go up and take one of the front seats. But you would be so unlike any one else that has

gone up from this world that you would be a curiosity in heaven and more fit for a heavenly museum than for a place where the inhabitants could look at you free of charge.

No, sir, I admire your good works, and that lifeboat you are thinking of trusting in is handsomer than any yawl

or pinnance or yacht or cutter that ever sped out of a boathouse or hoisted sail for a race. But she leaks. Trust your soul in that, and you will go to to the bottom. She leaks. So I imitate the mariners of the text, and with a cutlass strike the ropes of the boat and let her fall off.

Another lifeboat is Christian Incon-

sistencies. The planks of this boat are composed of the split planks of ship-

wrecks. That prow is made out of hypocrisy from the life of a man who professed one thing and really was another. One oar of this lifeboat was the falsehood of a church member, and the other oar was the wickedness of some minister of the gospel, whose iniquities were not for a long while found out. Not one plank from the oak of God's eternal truth in all that lifeboat. All the planks, by universal admission, are decayed and crumbling and fallen apart and rotten and ready to sink. "Well, well," you say, "no one will want to get into that lifeboat." Oh, my friend, you are mistaken. That is the most popular lifeboat ever constructed.

That is the most popular lifeboat ever launched. Millions of people want to get into it. They jostle each other to get the best seat in the boat. You could not keep them back though you stood at the gunwales with a club, as on our ship

Greece in a hurricane, and the steerage passengers were determined to come up on deck, where they would have been washed off, and the officers stood at the top of the stairs clubbing them back.

Even by such violence as that you could not keep people from jumping into the most popular lifeboat, made of church member inconsistencies.

In times of revival when sinners flock into the inquiry room the most of them are kept from deciding aright because

they know so many Christians who are bad. The inquiry room becomes a world's fair for exhibition of all the

frailties of church members, so that if you believe all is there told you you would be afraid to enter a church lest you get your pockets picked or get knocked down.

This is the way they talk: "I was cheated out of $500 by a leader of a Bible class." "A Sunday school teacher gossiped about me and did her best to destroy my good name." "I had a part-

ner in business who swamped our business concern by his trickery and then rolled up his eyes in Friday night prayer meeting, as though he were looking for Elijah's chariot to make a second trip and take up another passenger."

But what a cracked and water logged and gaping seamed lifeboat the inconsistencies of others! Put me on a shingle mid-Atlantic and leave me there rather than in such a yawl of spiritual confidence. God forbid that I should get aboard it, and lest some of you make the mistake of getting into it I do as the mariners did on that Mediterranean ship

when the sailors were about to get into the unsafe lifeboat of the text and lose their lives in that way. "Then the soldiers cut off the ropes of the boat and let her fall off." NOT LEFT TO CHANCE. "Well," says some one, "this subject is very discouraging, for we must have a lifeboat if we are ever to get ashore, and you have already condemned three." Ah, it is because I want to persuade you to take the only safe lifeboat. I will not allow you to be deceived and get on to the wild waves and then capsize or sink.

Thank God, there is a lifeboat that will take you ashore in safety, as sure as God is God and heaven is heaven. The keel and ribs of this boat are made out of a tree that was set up on a bluff back of Jerusalem a good many years ago. Both of the oars are made out of the same tree. The planks of it were hammered together by the ham-

mers of executioners who thought they were only killing a Christ, but were really pounding together an escape for all imperiled souls of all ages.

It is an old boat, but good as new, though it has been carrying passengers from sinking ships to firm shore for ages and has never lost a passenger. These old Christians begin to smile because it is dawning upon them what I mean.

The fact is that in this way years ago they got off a wreck themselves, and I do not wonder they smile. It is not a senseless giggle that means frivolity, but it is a smile like that on the face of Christians the moment they leave earth for heaven--yea, like the smile of God himself when he had completed the plan for saving the world.

Right after that big tumble of the Atlantic ocean six or seven weeks ago on the beach of East Hampton I met the captain of the life saving station and said, "Captain, do you think a lifeboat could live in a sea like that?" Although the worst of it was over, the captain replied, "No, I do not think it could." But this lifeboat of which I speak can live in any sea and defies all equinoxes, and all earth, and all hell. In 20 years the life saving apparatus along our Atlantic coast saved the lives of over 45,000 of the shipwrecked, but this lifeboat that I commend has saved in 20 years hundreds of millions of the shipwrecked. Like those newly invented English lifeboats, it is insubmergible, self righting and self bailing.

All along our rocky American coast things were left to chance for centuries, and the beach to die unless some one happened to walk along or some fisherman's hut might be near. But after the ship Ayrshire was wrecked at Squan beach, and the Powhattan left her 300 dead strewn along our coast, and another vessel went on the rocks, 400 lives perishing, the United States government woke up and made an appropriation of $200,000 for life saving stations, and life lines from faking box are shot over the wild surf, and hawsers are stretched from wreck to shore, and what with Lyle's gun and sick oared surboat, with cork at the sides to make it unsinkable, and patrolmen all night long walking the beach until they meet each other and exchange metal tickets, so as to show the entire beach has been traversed, and the Coston light flashes hope from shore to sufferer, and surfmen, incased in Merriman lifesaving dress, and life car rolling on the ropes, there are many probabilities of rescue for the unfortu-

nate of the sea. But the government of the united heavens has made better pro-

vision for the rescue of our souls. So close by that this moment we can put our hand on its top and swing into it is this gospel lifeboat. It will not take you more than a second to get into it.

A STANCH CRAFT.

But while in my text we stand watch-

ing the marines with their cutlasses, preparing to sever the ropes of the lifeboat and let her fall off, notice the poor equipment. Only one lifeboat. Two hundred and seventy-six passengers, as Paul counted them, and only one lifeboat. My text uses the singular and not the plural, "Cut off the ropes of the boat." I do not suppose it would have held more than 30 people, though loaded to the water's edge. I think by marine law all our modern vessels have enough lifeboats to hold all the crew and all the passengers in case of emergency, but the marines of my text were standing by the only boat, and that a small boat, and yet 276 passengers. But what thrills me is the fact that though we are wrecked by sin and trouble and there is only one lifeboat, that boat is large enough to hold all who are willing to get into it. The gospel hymn expresses it: All may come, whoever with This Man receives poor sinners still. But I must haul in that statement a little. Room for all in that lifeboat, with just one exception. Not you--I do not mean you, but there is one exception. There have been cases where ships were in trouble, and the captain got all the passengers and crew into the lifeboats, but there was not room for the captain. He, through the sea trumpet,

shouted: "Shove off now and pull for the beach. Goodby!" And then the

captain, with pathetic and sublime self sacrifice, went down with the ship. So the Captain of our salvation, Christ the Lord, launches the gospel lifeboat, and tells us all to get in, but he perishes.

"It behooved Christ to suffer." Was it not so, ye who witnessed his agonizing

expiration? Simon of Cyrene, was it not so? Calvary troops, whose horses pawed the dust at the crucifixion, was it not so?

Ye Marys who swooned away with the sun of the midday heavens, was it not so? "By his stripes we are healed." By his death we live. By his sinking in the

deep sea of suffering we get off in a safe lifeboat. Yes, we must put into this story a little of our own personality.

We had a ride in that very lifeboat from foundered craft to solid shore!

Once on the raging seas I rowed.

The storm was loud; the night was dark. The ocean yawned and rudely blow'd The wind that tossed my foundering bark.

But I got into the gospel lifeboat, and I got ashore. No religious speculation for me. These higher criticism fellows do not bother me a bit. You may ask me 50 questions about the sea, and about the land, and about the lifeboat that I can-

not answer, but one thing I know, I am ashore, and I am going to stay ashore, if

the Lord by his grace will help me. I feel under me something so firm that I

try it with my right foot, and try it with my left foot, and then I try it with both feet, and it is so solid that I think it must be what the old folks used to call the Rock of Ages.

And be my remaining days on earth many or few I am going to spend my time in recommending the lifeboat which fetched me here, a poor sinner saved by

grace, and in swinging the cutlasses to sever the ropes of any unsafe lifeboat

and let her fall off. My hearer, without asking any questions, get into the gospel lifeboat. Room! and yet there is room!

The biggest boat on earth is the gospel lifeboat. You must remember the pro-

portion of things, and that the ship-

wrecked craft is the whole earth, and the lifeboat must be in proportion.

You talk about your Campanias, and your Lucanias, and your Majestics, and your CIty of New Yorks, but all of

them put together are smaller than an Indian's canoe on Schroon lake compared with this gospel lifeboat that is

large enough to take in all nations. Room for one, and room for all. Get in! "How? How?" you ask.

Well, I know how you feel, for summer before last on the sea of Finland I had the same experience. The ship in which we sailed could not venture nearer than a mile from shore, where stood the Russian palace of Peterhof, and we had to get into a small boat and be

rowed ashore. The water was rough, and as we went down the ladder at the

side of the ship we held firmly on to the railing, but in order to get into the boat we had at last to let go.

How did I know that the boat was good and that the oarsmen were sufficient? How did I know that the Finland

sea would not swallow us with one opening of its crystal jaws? We had to trust,

and we did trust, and our trust was well rewarded. In the same way get into this

gospel lifeboat. Let go! As long as you hold on to any other hope you are imperiled, and you get no advantage from the lifeboat. Let go! Does some one here say, "I guess I will hold on a little to my good works, or to a pious parentage, or to something I can do in the way of achieving my own salvation." No, no, let go! Trust the Captain, who would not put you into a rickety or uncertain craft. AN ELOQUENT PERORATION. For the sake of your present and everlasting welfare, with all the urgency

of an immortal addressing immortals, I cry from the depths of my soul and at the top of my voice, Let go! Last sum-

mer the life saving crew at East Hampton invited me to come up to the life station and see the crew practice, for twice a week they are drilled in the important work assigned them by the United States government, and they go through all the routine of saving the shipwrecked. But that would give little idea of what they would have to do

if some midnight next winter, the wind driving beachward, a vessel should get in the grasp of a hurricane.

See the lights flare from the ship in the breakers, and then responding lights flaring from the beach, and hear the rockets buzz as they rise, and the lifeboat rumbles out, and the gun booms, and the life line rises and falls across the splintered decks, and the hawser tightens, and the life car goes to and fro, carrying the exhausted mariners, and the ocean, as if angered by the snatching of the human prey from the white teeth of its surf and the stroke of its billowing paw, rises with increased fury to assail

the land. Now I am engaged in no light drill, practicing for what may

come over some of your souls. It is with some of you wintry midnight, and your hopes for this world and the next are wrecked.

But see! See! The lights kindled on the beach. I throw out the life line. Haul in, hand over hand! Ah, there is a lifeboat in the surf, which all the wrath of earth and hell cannot swamp, and its Captain with scarred hands puts the

trumpet to his lips as he cries, "Oh, Israel, thou has destroyed thyself, but in me is thy help." But what is the use of all this if you decline to get into it?

You might as well have been a sailor on board that foundering ship of the Mediterranean when the mariners cut the ropes of the boat and let her fall off.

Curious Contrasts.

The ill temper, the lack of self restraint, the utter unreasonableness which

at the present time in various parts of the world characterize the relations of

men with their fellows are physical phenomena eminently deserving the at-

tention of the philosopher. In Central America, in Colorado, in the Fifth Avenue hotel, in Paris, in remote Siam, even within the staid and sacred precincts of the British house of commons, lunacy and individual irresponsibility seem temporarily to prevail. Professional pugilism alone preserves prudent passivity. While Mitchell, Corbett, John L. and their brothers of the ring keep their heads cool and judiciously refrain from fight, statesmen, legislators, politicians and other representatives of the so called higher civilization are flying at one another's throats and making day and night hideous with their howlings. Why is this thus?--William B. Clark in New York Sun.

IT IS A USELESS GIFT.

THE VERMIFORM APPENDIX CAUSES SERIOUS TROUBLE. Science Advances to the Rescue and Shows the Only Way to Safety--A Possibility That the Coming Man Will Be Without That Dangerous Organ. Will the coming man have a vermiform appendix? Who has not heard of that troublesome little pouch in the abdominal regions which serves no good purpose, but is responsible for thousands of deaths each year?

Emmons Blaine, Senator Hagan and hundreds of other persons of prominence

had trouble with the vermiform appen-dix--and they died.

Now science is asking in all serious-

ness whether the vermiform appendix shall be allowed to exist; whether it shall

not be removed entirely before it has the opportunity to poison and destroy.

Professor B. G. Wilder has said flatly that children should be relieved of the

vermiform appendix, just as they are vaccinated. But other students in this new field are not yet ready to pronounce in favor of so radical a scheme.

Physicians have known for centuries that the vermiform appendix existed, but

it was not until 1888--not until five years ago--that any one of the profession had

the daring to make an incision into the abdominal cavity and remove this rank offender against the laws of health.

The attack on the vermiform appendix is but five years old, but it is being pros-

ecuted with remarkable vigor in New York city, where it originated, and the reason is not far to seek. It is simply because physicians feel sure that they have evidence that appendicitis, as disease of

the vermiform appendix is named, causes more deaths every year than consump-

tion, the long acknowledged chief among fatal diseases.

The appendix vermiformis in normal condition is about the size of a lead pen-

cil and about 6 inches long. It is very well shown in a specimen which was re-

moved at a clinical lecture at the Post-graduate Medical school on Jan. 13.

This appendix had ulcerated and increased in size somewhat, but gave a very fair idea of the part. When perfectly normal, it so compares with an ordinary lead pencil that it is most frequently de-

scribed as like it. It is a pencil that writes only death warrants.

Even today very few physicians out-

side of New York city have any accurate knowledge of appendicitis or would undertake an operation for the removal of the appendix. So entirely is the discov-

ery of the disease and the proper method of treating it an American development

of knowledge and practice that among scientists of other countries today appendicitis is known as "the American disease."

Since the recent discoveries removals of the cause of all the trouble have been very frequent. One general practitioner has had 48 such cases within a year.

Speaking in light of recent research, it seems safe to say that appendicitis is far more prevalent than consumption, and in just that proportion causes more deaths, the chief difference being that the cause or seat of appendicitis may be removed bodily with success in most cases, and success means restoration to perfect health.

The removal of the vermiform appen-

dix in the early stages of an attack of appendicitis is now held to be one of the

safest of surgical operations, while such an operation, when the case has come to near its last and fatal stage, is one of the most desperate. The sad case of Senator

Hagan is one in point. He had long desired an operation, but it had been de-

layed until too late for an assured suc-

cess.

And now, after all these facts are re-

cited, recurs the question of whether the coming man will have a vermiform ap-

pendix. It is not meant by this to in-

quire whether the coming man will have his appendix slain lest it slay him. A

much wider question is indicated. A number of appendixes removed in this city since the discovery that such an op-

eration could be safely performed is very great, all things considered. One gen-

eral practitioner, not a surgical specialist, told the representative of The World that he had removed 100 appendixes in

two years. Possibly 1,000 appendixes have been removed since the first opera-

tion of this sort in 1888, and most of these in the past three years.

What follows? If such a rate is to be maintained, there will soon be a very

large proportion of the people of New York city who have eliminated their vermiform appendixes, and we are glad of it.

Will the children of these people be likewise possessed of vermiform appen-

dixes? Undoubtedly. But should the eliminating process be continued for a

few generations, how long would it be before this useless and dangerous, de-

generate and rudimentary portion of the body is permanently bred out of exist-ence?--New York World.

A Fracas In the House.

There was a personal encounter on the floor of the house of representatives Feb. 15, 1798, between Roger Griswold of Connecticut and Matthew Lyon of Vermont, editor of The Scourge of Aristocracy and Repository of Important Political Truth and one of the few victims of the sedition law, under which he served a term in jail and paid a fine of $1,000. An old time cut represents the two congressmen hammering each other with a cudgel and tongs. Under gross provocation Lyon had spit in Griswold's face, but at the time of the fracas the house had not been called to order, though prayer had been offered by the chaplain. --Buffalo Courier.

Miraculous Image at Milan.

Curious scenes of religious fanaticism, our Rome correspondent says, are taking place in the Milan cathedral. For several days an excited crowd has thronged around a marble Madonna, a rough work of the fourteenth century, which is said to have recently performed miracles by healing blind and lame people. The crush around the Madonna is so great that the police have had to interfere for fear of accidents happening. --London News.

The smallest tree in Great Britain grows on the summit of Ben Lomond. It is the dwarf willow, which is mature when it attains the height of 2 inches.

A map of Ireland made of hairs taken from the heads of the different members of the McLean family is in the possession of Mrs. A. McLean of Pelham, Ga.

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Surveying, Conveyancing, Commissioner of Deeds, Notary Public, Master in Chancery. Sec'y Ocean City Building and Loan Association.

Lots for Sale or Exchange. Houses to rent, furnished or unfurnished. Deeds, Bonds, Mortgages, Wills and Contracts carefully drawn. Abstracts of titles carefully prepared. Experience of more than twenty-five years. Office--Sixth Street and Asbury Avenue. P. O. Box 825. WM. LAKE.

Honesty is the best policy.--B. Franklin. Therefore get the policies issued at the office of H. B. Adams & Co., by HONEST, Sound, Liberal, Solid and Successful Fire Insurance Companies. Your choice if 18 of the best American and English Companies. LOT 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.