BETWEEN TWO YEARS REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES ELOQUENTLY ON SHORTENED LIVES. Too Much Time Spent in a Panegyric of Longevity--The Temptation of Success. Compensations of Death--The Worth of a Clear Conscience.

BROOKLYN, Dec. 31--In the forenoon service at the Brooklyn Tabernacle to-day, Rev. Dr. Talmage preached on the

subject of "Shortened Lives; or, a Cheerful Goodby to 1893." The text selected was Isaiah lvii, i, "The righteous is taken away from the evil to come."

We have written for the last time at the head of our letters and business docu-

ments the figures 1893. With this day closes the year. In January last we cele-

brated its birth. Today we attend its obsequies. Another 12 months have been cut out of our earthly continuance, and it is a time for absorbing reflection.

We all spent much time in panegyric of longevity. We consider it a great thing to live to be an octogenarian. If any one dies in youth, we say, "What a pity!" Dr. Muhlenberg in old age said that the hymn written in early life by his own hand no more expressed his sen-

timent when it said, I would not live alway.

If one be pleasantly circumstanced, he never wants to go. William Cullen Bryant, the great poet, at 82 years of age, standing in my house in a festal group reading "Thanatopsis" without spectacles, was just as anxious to live as when at 18 years of age he wrote the immortal threnody. Cato feared at 80 years of age that he would not live to learn Greek.

Monaldesco at 115 years, writing the history of his time, feared a collapse. Theophrastus writing a book at 90 years of age was anxious to live to complete it.

Thurlow Weed at about 86 years of age found life as great a desirability as when he snuffed out his first politician.

Albert Barnes, so well prepared for the next world, at 70 said he would rather stay here. So it is all the way down. I suppose that the last time Methuselah was out of doors in a storm he was afraid of getting his feet wet lest it shorten his days. Indeed I some time ago preached a sermon on the blessings of longevity, but in this, the last day of

1893, and when many are filled with sad-

ness at the thought that another chapter of their life is closing, and that they have 365 days less to live, I propose to preach to you about the advantages of an abbreviated earthly existence. INDUSTRY INCULCATED. If I were an agnostic, I would say a man blessed in proportion to the number of years he can stay on "terra firma," because after that he falls off the decks, and if he is ever picked out of the depths it is only to be set up in some morgue of the universe to see if anybody will claim him. If I thought God made man only to last 40 or 50 or 100 years, and then he was to go into annihilation, I would say his chief business ought to be to keep alive and even in good weather to be very cautious, and to carry an umbrella and take overshoes and life preservers and bronze armor and weapons of defense lest he fall off into nothingness and obliteration. But, my friends, you are not agnostics. You believe in immortality and the eternal residence of the righteous in heaven, and therefore I first remark that an abbreviated earthly existence is to be desired, and is a blessing because it makes one's life work very compact. Some men go to business at 7 o'clock in the morning and return at 7 in the evening. Others go at 8 o'clock and return at 12. Others go at 10 and return at 4. I have friends who are ten hours a day in business, others who are five hours, others who are one hour. They all do their work well--they do their entire work, and then they return. Which position do you think the most desirable? You say, other things being equal, the man who is the shortest time detained in

business and who can return home the quickest is the most blessed.

Now, my friends, why not carry that good sense into the subject of transference from this world? If a person die in childhood, he gets through his work at 9 o'clock in the morning. If he die at 45

years of age, he gets through his work at 12 o'clock noon. If he die at 70 years of age, he gets through his work at 5 o'clock in the afternoon. If he die at 90, he has to toil all the way on up to 11 o'clock at night. The sooner we get through

our work the better. The harvest all in barrack or barn, the farmer does not sit down in the stubble field, but, shoulder-

ing his scythe and taking his pitcher from under a tree, he makes a straight line for the old homestead. All we want to be anxious about is to get our work done and well done; the quicker the bet-

ter.

Again, there is a blessing in an abbre-

viated earthly existence in the fact that moral disaster might come upon the man if he tarried longer. A man who had been prominent in churches, and who had been admired for his generosity and kindness everywhere, for forgery was sent to state prison for 15 years. Twen-

ty years before there was no more proba-

bility of that man's committing a com-

mercial dishonesty than that you will commit commercial dishonesty. The number of men who fall into ruin be-

tween 50 and 70 years of age is simply appalling. If they had died 30 years before, it would have been better for them and better for their families. The short-

er the voyage the less chance for a cyclone.

PERILS OF SUCCESS. There is a wrong theory abroad that if one's youth be right, his old age will be right. You might as well say there is

nothing wanting for a ship's safety except to get it fully launched on the Atlantic ocean. I have sometimes asked

those who were schoolmates or college mates of some great defrauder: "What kind of a boy was he? What kind of a young man was he?" and they have said: "Why, he was a splendid fellow. I had no idea he could ever go into such an outrage." The fact is the great temptation of life sometimes comes far on in midlife or in old age. The first time I crossed the Atlantic ocean it was as smooth as a millpond, and I thought the sea captains and the

voyagers had slandered the old ocean, and I wrote home an essay for a magazine on "The Smile of the Sea," but I never afterward could have written that

thing, for before we got home we got a terrible shaking up. The first voyage of life may be very smooth; the last may be a euroclydon. Many who start life in great prosperity do not end it in prosperity. The great pressure of temptation comes sometimes in this direction: At about 45 years of age a man's nervous system changes, and some one tells him he must take stimulants to keep himself up, and he takes stimulants to keep himself up until the stimulants keep him down, or a man has been going along for 30 or 40 years in unsuccessful business, and here is an opening where by one dishonorable action he can lift himself and lift his family from all financial embarrassment. He attempts to leap the chasm, and he falls into it. Then it is in after life that the great temptation of success comes. If a man make a fortune before 30 years of age, he generally loses it before 40. The solid and the permanent fortunes for the most part do not come to their climax until midlife or in old age. The most of the bank presidents have white hair. Many of those who have been largely successful have been full of arrogance or worldliness or dissipation in old age. They may not have lost their integrity, but they have become so worldly and so selfish under the influence of large success that it is evident to everybody that their success has been a temporal calamity and an eternal damage. Concerning many people it may be said it seems as if it would have been better if they could have embarked from this life at 20 or 30 years of age. Do you know the reason why the vast majority of people die before 35? It is because they have not the moral endurance for that which is beyond the 30, and a merciful God will not allow them to be put to the fearful strain.

Again, there is a blessing in an ab-

breviated earthly existence in the fact that one is the sooner taken off the defensive. As soon as one is old enough to take care of himself, he is put on his guard. Bolts on the door to keep out the robbers. Fireproof safes to keep off the flames. Life insurance and fire insurance against accidents. Receipts lest

you have to pay a debt twice. Lifeboat against shipwreck. Westinghouse air brake against railroad collision. There are many ready to overreach you and take all you have. Defense against cold, defense against heat, defense against sickness, defense against the world's abuse, defense all the way down to the grave, and even the tombstone sometimes is not a sufficient barricade.

If a soldier who has been on guard, shivering and stung with the cold, pacing up and down the parapet with shoul-

dered musket, is glade when some one comes to relieve guard and he can go inside the fortress, ought not that man to shout for joy who can put down his weapon of earthly defense and go into the king's castle? Who is the more for-

tunate, the soldier who has to stand guard 12 hours, or the man who has to stand guard six hours? We have common sense about everything but religion, common sense about everything but transference from this world.

THE EVIL TO COME.

Again, there is a blessing in an ab-

breviated earthly existence in the fact that one escapes so many bereavements.

The longer we live the more attach-

ments and the more kindred, the more chords to be wounded or rasped or sundered. If a man live on to 70 or 80 years of age, how many graves are cleft at his feet? In that long reach of time father

and mother go, brothers and sisters go, children go, grandchildren go, personal friends outside the family circle whom they had loved with a love like that of David and Jonathan.

Besides that, some men have a natural trepidation about dissolution, and ever and anon during 40 or 50 or 60 years this horror of their dissolution shudders through soul and body. Now, suppose the lad goes at 16 years of age. He escapes 50 funerals, 50 caskets, 50 obsequies, 50 awful wrenchings of the heart.

It is hard enough for us to bear their de-

parture, but is it not easier for us to bear their departure than for them to stay and bear 50 departures? Shall we not, by

the grace of God, rouse ourselves into a generosity of bereavement which will practically say, "It is hard enough for me to go through this bereavement, but how glad I am that he will never have to go through it!"

So I reason with myself, and so you will find it helpful to reason with your-

selves. David lost his son. Though David was king, he lay on the earth mourning and inconsolable for some time. At this distance of time, which do you really think was the one to be congratulated, the short lived child or the long lived father? Had David died

as early as that child died, he would in the first place have escaped that particu-

lar bereavement, then he would have es-

caped the worse bereavement of Absa-

lom, his recreant son, and the pursuit of the Philistines, and the fatigues of his military campaign, and the jealousy of

Saul, and the perfidy of Ahithophel, and the curse of Shimei, and the destruction of his family at Ziklag, and, above all, he would have escaped the two great ca-

lamities of his life, the great sins of uncleanness and murder. David lived to be of vast use to the church and the world, but so far as his own happiness was concerned, does it not seem to you that it would have been better for him to have gone early?

Now, this, my friends, explains some things that to you have been inexplicable. This shows you why when God takes little children from a household he is very apt to take the brightest, the most genial, the most sympathetic, the most talented. Why? It is because that kind of nature suffers the most when it does suffer and is most liable to temptation. God saw the tempest sweeping up from the Caribbean, and he put the delicate craft into the first harbor. "Taken away from the evil to come."

Again, my friends, there is a blessing in an abbreviated earthly existence in the fact that it puts one sooner in the center of things. All astronomers, infidel as well as Christian, agree in believing that the universe swings around some great center. Any one who has studied the

earth and studied the heavens knows that God's favorite figure in geometry is a circle. When God put forth his hand to create the universe, he did not strike

that hand at right angles, but he waved it in a circle and kept on waving it in a circle until systems and constellations and galaxies and all worlds took that

motion. Our planet swinging around the sun, other planets swinging around other suns, but somewhere a great hub around which the great wheel of the universe turns. Now, that center is heaven. That is the capital of the universe. That is the great metropolis of immensity.

KNOWLEDGE AT FIRST HANDS.

Now, does not our common sense teach us that in matters of study it is better for us to move out from the center toward the circumference rather than to be on the circumference, where our world now is? We are like those who study

the American continent while standing on the Atlantic beach. The way to study the continent is to cross it or go to the

heart of it. Our standpoint in this world is defective. We are at the wrong end of the telescope. The best way to study a piece of machinery is not to stand on

the doorstep and try to look in, but to go in with the engineer and take our place right amid the saws and the cyl-

inders. We wear our eyes out and our brain out from the fact that we are studying under such great disadvantage.

Millions of dollars for observatories to study things about the moon, about the sun, about the rings of Saturn, about

transits and occultations and eclipses, simply because our studio, our observa-

tory, is poorly situated. We are down in the cellar trying to study the palace of the universe, while our departed Christian friends have gone up stairs amid the skylights to study.

Now, when one can sooner get to the center of things, is he not to be congrat-

ulated? Who wants to be always in the freshman class? We study God in this world by the Biblical photograph of him,

but we all know we can in five minutes of interview with a friend get more ac-

curate idea of him than we can by studying him 50 years through pictures of words. The little child that died last night today knows more of God than all Andover, and all Princeton, and all New Brunswick, and all Edinburgh, and all the theological institutions in Christendom. Is it not better to go up to the very headquarters of knowledge?

Does not our common sense teach us that it is better to be at the center than to be clear out on the rim of the wheel, holding nervously fast to the tire lest we be suddenly hurled into light and eternal felicity? Through all kinds of optical instruments trying to peer in through the cracks and the keyholes of heaven--afraid that both doors of the celestial mansion will be swung wide open before our entranced vision--rushing about among the apothecary shops of this world, wondering if this is good for rheumatism, and that is good for neuralgia and something else is good for a bad cough, lest we be suddenly ushered into a land of everlasting health, where the

inhabitant never says, "I am sick."

What fools we all are to prefer the circumference to the center! What a dreadful thing it would be if we should be suddenly ushered from this wintry world into the Maytime orchards of heaven, and if our pauperism of sin and sorrow should be suddenly broken up by a presentation of an emperor's castle, sur-

rounded by parks with springing foun-

tains and paths up and down which angels of God walk two and two! We stick to the world as though we preferred cold drizzle to warm habitation, discord to cantata, sackcloth to royal purple--as though we preferred a piano with four or five keys out of tune to an instrument fully attuned--as

though earth and heaven had exchanged apparel and earth had taken on bridal array and heaven had gone into deep

mourning, all its waters stagnant, all its harps broken, all chalices cracked at the dry wells, all the lawns sloping to the

river plowed with graves, with dead angels under the furrow. Oh, I want to break up my own infatuation, and I want to break up your infatuation for

this world. I tell you if we are ready, and if our work is done, the sooner we go to the better, and if there are blessings

in longevity, I want you to know right well there are also blessings in an abbreviated earthly existence.

A FORTUNATE ESCAPE.

If the spirit of this sermon is true, how consoled you ought to feel about mem-

bers of your families that went early. "Taken from the evil to come," this book says. What a fortunate escape they had!

How glad we ought to feel that they will never have to go through the struggles which we have had to go through. They had just time enough to get out of the cradle and run up the springtime hills of this world and see how it looked, and then they started for a better stopping place. They were like ships that put in at St. Helena, staying there long enough to let passengers go up and see the barracks of Napoleon's captivity and then hoist sail for the port of their own native land. They only took this world "in transitu." It is hard for us, but it is blessed for them. And if the spirit of this sermon is true, then we ought not to go around sighing and groaning because another year has

gone. But we ought to go down on one knee by the milestone and see the letters and thank God that we are 365 miles nearer home. We ought not to go around with morbid feelings about our health or about anticipated demise. We ought

to be living, not according to that old maxim which I used to hear in my boyhood, that you must live as though every day were the last; you must live as though you were to live forever, for you will. Do not be nervous lest you have to move out of a shanty into an Alhambra.

One Christmas morning one of my neighbors, an old sea captain, died. After life had departed, his face was illuminated as though he were just going into harbor. The fact was, he had already got through the "Narrows." In the adjoining room were the Christmas presents waiting for his distribution. Long ago, one night, when he had narrowly escaped with his ship from being run down by a great ocean steamer, he had made his peace with God, and a kinder neighbor or a better man you would not find this side of heaven. Without a moment's warning the pilot of the heavenly harbor had met him just off the lightship. The captain often talked to me of the goodness of God, and especially of a time when he was about to go in New York harbor with his ship from Liverpool, and he was suddenly impressed that he ought to put back to sea. Under the protest of the crew and under their very threat, he put back to sea, fearing at the same time he was losing his mind, for it did seem so unreasonable that when they could get into harbor that night they should put back to sea. But they put back to sea, and the captain said to his mate, "You will call me at 10 o'clock at night." At 12 o'clock at night the captain was aroused and said: "What does this mean? I thought I told you to call me at 10 o'clock, and hear it is 12." "Why," said the mate, "I did call you at 10 o'clock, and you got up, looked around and told me to keep right on this same course for two hours, and then to call you at 12 o'clock." Said the captain: "Is it possible? I have no remembrance of that." At 12 o'clock the captain went on deck, and through the rift of the cloud the moonlight fell upon the sea and showed him a shipwreck with 100 struggling passengers. He helped them off. Had he been any earlier or any later at that point of the sea he would have been of no

service to those drowning people. On board the captain's vessel they began to band together as to what they should pay

for the rescue and what they should pay for the provisions. "Ah," says the captain, "my lads, you can't pay me anything. All I have on board is yours. I feel too greatly honored of God in having saved you to take any pay." Just like him. He never got any pay except that of his own applauding conscience. Oh, that the old sea captain's God might be my God and yours. Amid the stormy seas of this life may we have always some one as tenderly to take care of us as the captain took care of the

drowning crew and the passengers. And may we come into the harbor with as little physical pain and with as bright a

hope as he had, and if it should happen to be a Christmas morning when the presents are being distributed and we are celebrating the birth of him who came to save our shipwrecked world, all the better, for what grander, brighter Christmas present could we have than heaven?

Board Swimmers of the Sandwich Islands. One of the most venturesome sports practiced by any people is the surf board swimming of the Sandwich Islands. Nearly every one has experienced the delights of surf bathing, with its exhil-

arating rush and battle with the tonic waves. This pleasure is keenly enjoyed by the Hawaiians, who pursue it with singular abandon.

The surf board is a plank of light wood 12 to 14 feet long, with one end rounded. The edges are also rounded, but the other end of the board is left square. A piece of cloth is usually bound around this end, perhaps for the support of the foot while swimming, or rather being projected like a cannon ball by the wave. A crowd of natives will swim out, towing their boards, diving under and dodging the heavy rollers coming in, until they are quite a distance from land. Every third wave is larger than the others, and on the broad back of this huge breaker the natives ride in like the wind. Sometimes they stand erect on the boards, but they usually crouch or lie down, and keep balance with a dextrous stroke of the foot or hand or by swaying the body. This sport is not without mishap, but the natives are such "water dogs" that the accidents rarely terminate fatally. Captain Cook says that he saw with horror one of these surf boards dashed into pieces but an instant after a man had quitted it. To be compelled to leave the board and dive back under the wave is considered very disgraceful, and besides the oiled, polished and highly valued board, which has required a whole tree trunk for its manufacture, is lost.--St. Louis Republic.

No Foreigners in America. For over a century no foreign organized forces for war have marched in New York streets until the uniformed crews of all nations paraded on the 28th of April through the streets of the metropolis, cheered at every step on their way by admiring thousands. It was a spectacle to bring tears to the eyes, and makes one confident of the coming of the golden age of fraternity. But the most

striking thing about the parade, as also it was in the mustered crews on the shipboard the preceding day, was that the crews to us did not look like foreigners. The simple reason of this was that there was no nationality on display of which we have not abundant types in this country with which we are perfectly familiar. The tars who marched, whatever their features or complexion, whatever flag they carried, could find their own kind among the admiring throng that cheered them.

It could not have seemed to them like a march in a foreign country--rather as if they were coming home. They salut-

ed, to be sure, the American flag, they were cheered by the American people, yet under that flag are all the nations of the earth in the great republic. No new people were created for our experiment. Only a new spirit, we hope, came into the world, which is strong enough to transform all who come under its influence. Yes, it was a splendid parade, and it was peculiarly American, because it included the world. To us, we may say, nothing is foreign.--Charles Dudley Warner in Harper's.

Helping the Government.

Now that the civil war is a long way in the past it is safe to relate certain cases of the cutting of red tape which at the time were winked at and kept as quiet as possible. Military routine often left men without what civilians would regard as the commonest necessities of life, and to endure these deprivations when they were unnecessary was hard anywhere, and especially so at Washington, where supplies were abundant enough.

One day in the summer of 1861 a Maine regiment was encamped in Washington. The rations were poor, and two soldiers, privates, resolved to see if they could not get something better.

They went, in their uniforms of course, directly to the White House, and entering by a side door managed to evade the guardians of the executive mansion. In one of the passages they met a very tall man. They had no doubt it was President Lincoln. They bowed to him, and he bowed to them, but they said nothing. Their business was not with him, but with his cook. They went on and found their way to the broad kitchen. The cook was there at work. "Look here!" the Maine men said to him, "we've sworn to support this 'ere government, and fer two weeks we've been a-doin' it on nothin but salt junk. Now, if you'd spare us a little of this 'ere stuff, we think it would put this war along amazin'ly!"

They selected what they thought would "go round" among their particular friends at the camp and carried it off, no one saying them nay.--Youth's Companion.

Protect the Eye From Foreign Bodies. Never needlessly expose the eye to foreign particles, but when necessary wear plain glasses or goggles. When experimenting with chemicals, always turn the mouth of the tube or bottle away from the face and eyes. Whenever an eye is injured severely, says the hygienic doctor, place the patient immediately in a dark room and under the care of a skilled physician, whose directions must be implicitly followed. The foreign bodies may be solids, as sand, cinders, hair, dirt, etc., lime, acids or alkalis.--Washington Star.

MEN WHO HAD LUCK. STORIES CIRCULATED IN A GROUP OF TACOMA SPORTS. Most of Them Were Told by Professional Gamblers and May or May Not Be True, but an Affidavit Is Required For the Yarn About the Gold Seeker.

"Well, that was luck." The speaker was one of a group of half a dozen men who were standing on Pacific avenue puffing away at Havanas and talking just to pass the time away and to clear their throats. The conversation had been about the livery stable man, Martin, of this city, who had fallen heir to

$350,000 three years ago and didn't find it out until a few days ago.

"Talk about luck," said one of the group, who was a gambler, "we see plenty of it. Do you know that one day last week a man entered one of our gambling houses with a nickel and won out $400 in

three hours? He had gone clean busted the night before and found the nickel in an out of the way corner in his room the next morning.

"That blokie went to the gambling house with the intention of placing his 5 cent piece on the number 5. He got into the room when the roulette ball was whizzing around on its tour of numbers.

He rushed to the table and got down his nickel on the five just as the game runner shouted 'All down!' In a few sec-

onds the ball started on its 'rear end' bouncing, and in a few seconds more the man shouted 'Five!' That gave the man with the nickel $1.75 for his 5 cents.

Then he put $1 on No. 17, and that number came up, giving him $35 more. He continued to play with varying luck until in three hours he had won $400.

And the next day he was broke again. He borrowed a nickel and tried the game again, but it didn't go."

"I can tell a story of a man who was lucky," said a business man. "In the early days of the gold excitement in Cali-

fornia, there came into San Diego a man who was ragged and sick almost to death. He was taken in hand and fed and fixed up. Then he told a story of a wonderful find of gold he had made. It was only a few days off, and he would take a party to the place if they would outfit.

"Several men who heard the story of the great gold in the mountains that was theirs to go after got up a party of 50.

The start was made with that man as leader. After a few days' travel it be-

came evident that the man had forgotten the way. They traveled on, trusting to luck, however. Indians were hostile at the time, and they started in to mow the gold hunters. They picked off one after another with their bullets. A score were thus taken off. Then a fever struck the party, and 11 more went the way of death.

"By this time the 19 survivors were crazy with rage. They had been 14 days out and were traveling in the most arid country. Food was growing less and less, and death faced everybody. On the afternoon of the fourteenth day the lead-

er, who had caused so much misery, was given three days more to find his gold 'find.' If he was not successful by that time, he was to hang.

"Well, the three days had almost passed, and still there was no sign of the find. The last hour was almost up. It seemed that the man must hang. There were only five minutes more, now two minutes, now one minute, now a half minute--then came his luck. Just as the time was up for the hanging that man dropped dead." "I don't see how he was lucky," put in the gambler who had told the first story.

"Why," said the business man, "he was lucky because if he hadn't died he would have been hanged."

Another gambler told how a few days ago a green Swede who knew nothing about the game, but determined to try his luck, he had won nearly $1,000. He had been an onlooker once or twice and seen big winnings. He went to the rou-

lette wheel with $20, and in a few hours he had won out $800. It seemed that no matter what number he put chips on--and he played recklessly, as all new play-

ers do--it came up every time. That was pure luck. The man played no combinations or "arrangements," because he was as green as grass and knew nothing about the game. "I have a friend," spoke up one of the group, who is connected with the city government, "who by the merest luck made a discovery that is netting him millions. His name is Perkins, and a few years ago back in Minnesota he made his discovery. He was a traveling man for a grocery farm, and while walking to a train to go from one country town to another one day he whittled a stick.

"He had whittled the stick in a trian-

gular shape. On the train the idea struck him that the shape would be just what was wanted for railroad spikes. The square spikes in vogue were not the right thing because they split the grain of the green ties when driven into them, and when dry the wood shrank away from them. The triangle shaped spike would not split the grain, and subsequent shrinkage would be done away with.

Perkins submitted his discovery to Pullman, and now the spikes are being made by millions at Pullman, Ills., making millions for Perkins and Pullman."

Another gambler here chimed in with the statement that during the past week a gambler from Seattle had won $2,300 at faro in Tacoma rooms in two sittings. Both sittings occupied 13 hours, and the [TEXT ENDS HERE]

Queer Tastes in Eating.

In a popular restaurant the other day at lunch I took up what I supposed was a saltbox to sprinkle my roast beef and was startled by the sudden exclamation of the waiter, "That's sugar." This led to a conversation in which the waiter

said that in an establishment where he had been employed an old gentleman came in regularly at least three times a week and ordered a sirloin steak well broiled, upon which he always poured a liberal portion of New Orleans molasses.

Another waiter said that on one occa-

sion a young man had ordered powdered sugar and two dozen oysters and that he had liberally sprinkled the sugar on the oysters before he ate them. A com-

panion accompanied him and watched the performance, and the waiter said he believed it was the result of a bet. I myself recall a lad who attended board-

ing school with me, and who invariably put powdered sugar on his soft boiled eggs.--New York Times.

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Therefore get the policies issued at the office of H. B. Adams & Co., by HONEST, Sound, Liberal, Solid and Successful Fire Insurance Companies.

LOTS FOR SALE in all parts of the city. Hotels and Cottages for Sale or Rent. Money to loan on mortgages.

H. B. ADAMS & CO., Eighth Street, opposite W. J. R. R. Station, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

E. B. LAKE, SUPERINTENDENT OF OCEAN CITY ASSOCIATION From its Organization, and also REAL ESTATE AGENT

Having thousands of Building Lots for sale at various prices, Some very Cheap and located in all parts of Ocean City. Now is the time to purchase property before the second railroad comes, as then property will greatly advance.

I have a good many Inquiries for Property between 6th and 12th streets. Any one having property for sale might do well to give me their prices. All persons desiring to Buy, or Sell, or Exchange property, would do well before closing any transaction to call on or address

E. B. LAKE, Association Office, No. 601 Asbury Ave., Ocean City, N. J.

ISRAEL G. ADAMS & CO., Real Estate and Insurance AGENTS, 2031 ATLANTIC AVE. Atlantic City, N. J.

Commissioner of Deeds for Pennsylvania. Money to loan on first mortgage. Lots for sale at South Atlantic City.

Flagging & Curbing. GET THE BEST STONE FLAGGING and CURBING

Never wears out. No second expense. For terms and contracts consult Robert Fisher, my agent for Ocean City.

DENNIS MAHONEY.