READY FOR A FEAST. REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES AN EL-

OQUENT SERMON ON FESTIVITY. An Entertainment Where the Lord Is the Banqueter and Angels Are the Cupbear-

ers--An Effective and Earnest Gospel Plea to the Unconverted.

BROOKLYN, Jan. 28.--The usual large audience assembled in the Tabernacle to-

day and listened to a sermon of remark-

able power and interest by Rev. Dr. Talmage, the subject being "Festivity." The text selected was Luke xiv, 17, "Come, for all things are now ready."

It was one of the most exciting times in English history when Queen Elizabeth visited Lord Leicester at Kenilworth castle. The moment of her arrival was considered so important that all the clocks of the castle were stopped, so that the hands might point to that one moment as being the most significant of all.

She was greeted to the gate with floating islands and torches, and the thunder of cannon, and fireworks that set the night ablaze, and a great burst of music that lifted the whole scene into perfect en-

chantment. Then she was introduced in a dining hall the luxuries of which as-

tonished the world. Four hundred serv-

ants waited upon the guests. The entertainment cost $5,000 each day. Lord Leicester made that great supper in Kenilworth castle.

Cardinal Wolsey entertained the French embassadors at Hampton court. The best cooks in all the land prepared for the banquet. Purveyors went out and traveled all the kingdom over to find spoils for the table. The time came. The

guests were kept during the day hunting in the king's park so that their appetites might be keen, and then in the evening, to the sound of the trumpeters, they were introduced into a hall hung with silk and cloth of gold, and there were tables aglitter with imperial plate and laden with the rarest of meats and ablush with the costliest wines, and when

the second course of the feast came it was found that the articles of food had been fashioned into the shape of men, birds and beasts, and groups dancing,

and jousting parties riding against each other with lances. Lords and princes and embassadors, out of cups filled to the brim, drank the health first of the king of England and next of the king of France. Cardinal Wolsey prepared that great supper in Hampton court.

A REMARKABLE BANQUET.

But I have to tell you of a grander en-

tertainment. My Lord the King is the banqueter. Angels are the cupbearers.

All the redeemed are the guests. The halls of eternal love, frescoed with light and paved with joy and curtained with unfading beauty, are the banqueting place. The harmonies of eternity are the music. The chalices of heaven are the plates, and I am one of the servants coming out with both hands filled with invitations, scattering them everywhere, and, oh, that for yourselves you might break the seal of the invitation and read the words written in red ink of blood by the tremulous hand of a dying Christ, "Come now, for all things are ready."

There have been grand entertainments where was a taking off--the wine gave out, or the servants were rebellious, or the light failed. But I have gone all around about this subject and looked at the redemption which Christ has provided, and I come here to tell you it is complete, and I swing open the door of the feast, telling you that "all things are now ready."

In the first place, I have to announce that the Lord Jesus Christ himself is ready. Cardinal Wolsey came into the feast after the first course. He came in booted and spurred, and the guests arose and cheered him. But Christ comes in at the very beginning of the feast--aye, he has been waiting 1,894 years for his guests. He has been standing on his mangled feet, he has had his sore hand on his punctured side, or he has been pressing his lacerated temples--waiting, waiting. It is wonderful that he has not been impatient and that he has not said, "Shut the door and let the laggard stay out," but he has been waiting.

No banqueter ever waited for his guests so patiently as Christ has waited for us. To prove how willing he is to receive us, I gather all the tears that rolled down his cheeks in sympathy for your sorrows; I gather all the drops of blood that channeled his brow, and his back, and his hands and feet, in trying to purchase your redemption; I gather all the groans that he uttered in midnight chill, and in mountain hunger, and in desert loneliness, and twist them into one cry--bitter, agonizing, overwhelming.

I gather all the pains that shot from spear and spike and cross, jolting into one pang--remorseless, grinding, excru-

ciating. I take that one drop of sweat on his brow, and under the gospel glass that drop enlarges until I see in it lakes of sorrow and an ocean of agony. That being standing before you now, emaci-

ated and gashed and gory, coaxes for your love with a pathos in which every word is a heart break and every sentence a martyrdom. How can you think he trifles?

FOR THE DELAYED GUESTS. Ahasuerus prepared a feast for 108 days, but this feast is for all eternity. Lords and princes were invited to that. You and I and all our world are invited to this. Christ is ready. You know that the banqueters of olden time used to wrap themselves in robes prepared for the occasion, so my Lord Jesus hath wrapped himself in all that is beautiful.

See how fair he is! His eye, his brow, his cheek, so radiant that the stars have no gleam and the morning no brilliancy compared with it, his face reflecting all the joys of the redeemed, his hand hav-

ing the omnipotent surgery with which he opened blind eyes, and straightened crooked limbs, and hoisted the pillars of heaven, and swung the 12 gates, which are 12 pearls.

There are not enough cups in heaven to dip up this ocean of beauty. There are not ladders enough to scale this height of love. There are not enough cymbals to clap, or harps to thrum, or trumpets to peal forth the praises of this one altogether fair. Oh, thou flower of eternity, thy breath is the perfume of heaven! Oh, blissful daybreak, let all people clap their hands in thy radiance!

Chorus: Come, men and saints and cherubim and seraphim and archangel--all heights, all depths, all immensities. Chorus: Roll him through the heavens in a chariot of universal acclaim, over bridges of hosannas, under the arches of coronation, along by the great towers chiming with eternal jubilee. Chorus: "Unto him who hath loved us and washed us from our sins in his own blood, to him be glory, world without end!" I have a word of five letters, but no sheet white enough on which to write it and no pen good enough with which to inscribe it. Give me the fairest leaf from the heavenly records--give me the pencil with which the angel records his victory--and then, with my hand strung to supernatural ecstasy and my pen dipped in the light of the morning, I will write it out in the capitals of love, "J-E-S-U-S." It is this one, infinitely fair, to whom you are invited. Christ is waiting for you, waiting as a banqueter waits for the delayed guest--the meats smoking, the beakers brimming, the minstrels with fingers on the stiff string, waiting for the clash of the hoofs at the gateway. Waiting for you as a mother waits for her son who went off 10 years ago, dragging her bleeding heart along with him. Waiting! Oh, give me a comparison intense enough, hot enough, importunate enough to express my meaning--some-thing high as heaven and deep as hell and long as eternity! Not hoping that you can help me with such a comparison, I will say, "He is waiting as only the all sympathetic Christ can wait for the coming back of a lost soul." Bow the knee and kiss the Son. Come and welcome, sinner, come.

HOW LUTHER SAW THE TRUTH.

Again, the holy spirit is ready. Why is it that so many sermons drop dead--that Christian songs do not get their wing under the people--that so often prayer goes no higher than a hunter's "hollo?" It is because there is a link wanting--the work of the holy spirit.

Unless that spirit give grappling hooks to a sermon and lift the prayer and waft the song, everything is a dead failure. That spirit is willing to come at our call and lead you to eternal life, or ready to come with the same power with which he unhorsed Saul on the Damascus turnpike, and broke down Lydia in her fine store, and lifted the 3,000 from midnight into midnoon at the Pentecost. With that power the spirit of God now beats at the gate of your soul. Have you not noticed what homely and insignificant instrumentality the spirit of God employs for man's conversion? There was a man on a Hudson river boat to whom a tract was offered. With indignation he tore it up and threw it overboard. But one fragment lodged on his coat sleeve, and he saw on it the word "aternity," and he found no peace until he was prepared for that great future. Do you know what passage it was that caused Martin Luther to see the truth? "The just shall live by faith." Do you know there is one--just one--passage that brought Augustine from a life of dissipation? "Put ye on the Lord Jesus Christ and make no provision for the flesh to fulfill the lusts thereof." It was just one passage that converted Hedley Vicars, the great soldier, to Christ, "The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from all sin." Do you know that the holy spirit used one passage of Scripture to save Jonathan Edwards? "Now, unto the king, eternal, immortal, invisible, the only wise God, our Saviour, be glory." One year ago on Thanksgiving day I read for my text, "Oh, give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good, for his mercy endureth forever." And there is a young man in the house to whose heart the holy spirit took that text for his eternal redemption. I might speak of my own case. I will tell you I was brought to the peace of the gospel through the Syro-Phoenician woman's cry to Christ, "Even the dogs eat of the crumbs that fall from the master's table." TRUE ELOQUENCE. Do you know that the holy spirit almost always uses insignificant means? Eloquent sermons never save anybody. Metaphysical sermons never save anybody. But the minister comes some Sabbath to his pulpit worn out with engagements and the jangling of a frenzied doorbell. He has only a text and two or three ideas, but he says: "O Lord, help me. Here are a good many people I may never meet again. I have not much to say. Speak thou through my poor lips." And before the service is done there are tearful eyes and a solemnity like the judgment.

The great French orator, when the dead king lay before him, looked up and cried, "God only is great!" and the tri-

umph of his eloquence has been told by the historians. But I have not heard that one soul was saved by the oratorical flourish. Worldly critics may think that the early preaching of Thomas Chalmers was a masterpiece. But Thomas Chal-

mers says he never began to preach until he came out of the sickroom, white and emaciated, and told men the simple story of Jesus. In the great day of eternity it will be found that the most souls have been brought to Christ not by the Bossuets and Massillons and Bourdalones, but by humble men, who, in the strength of God and believing in the eternal spirit, invited men to Jesus. There were wise salves, there were excellent ointments, I suppose, in the time of Christ for blind and inflamed eyes.

But Jesus turned his back upon them and put the tip of his finger to his tongue, and then with the spittle that adhered to the finger he anointed the eyes of the blind man, and daylight poured into his blinded soul. So it is nwo that the spirit of God takes that humble prayer meeting talk, which seems to be the very saliva of Christian influence, and anoints the eyes of the blind and pours the sun-

light of pardon and peace upon the soul.

Oh, my friend, I wish we could feel it more and more that if any good is done it is by the power of God's omnipotent spirit. I do not know what hymn may bring you to Jesus. I do not know what words of the Scripture lesson I read may save your soul. Perhaps the spirit of God may hurl the very text into your heart, "Come, for all things are now ready."

A GLORIOUS CHURCH. Again, the church is ready. O man, if I could take the curtain off these Chris-

tian hearts, I could show you a great many anxieties for your redemption.

You think that old man is asleep be-

cause his head is down and his eyes are shut. No; he is praying for your re-

demption and hoping that the words spoken may strike your heart. Do you know that prayer is going up from Ful-

ton street prayer meeting and from Fri-

day evening prayer meeting, and going up every hour of the day for the redempion of the people? And if you should just start toward the door of the Chris-

tian church, how quickly it would fly open! Hundreds of people would say: "Give that man room at the sacrament.

Bring the silver bowl for his baptism. Give him the right hand of Christian fel-

lowship. Bring him into all Christian associations."

Oh, you wanderer on the cold mountains, come into the warm sheepfold. I let down the bars and bid you come in. With the shepherd's crook I point you the way. Hundreds of Christian hands beckon you into the church of God. A great many people do not like the church and say it is a great mass of hypocrites, but it is a glorious church with all its imperfections. Christ bought it, and hoisted the pillars, and swung its gates, and lifted its arches, and curtained it with upholstery crimson with crucifixion carnage. Come into it. We are a garden walled around, Chosen and made peculiar ground, A little spot inclosed by grace Out of the world's wild wilderness. Again, the angels of God are ready. A great many Christians think that the talk about angels is fanciful. You say it is a very good subject for theological students who have just begun to sermonize, but for older men it is improper. There is no more proof in that Bible that there is a God than that there are angels. Why, do not they swarm about Jacob's ladder? Are we not told that they conducted Lazarus upward; that they stand before the throne, their faces covered up with their wings, while they cry, "Holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty?" Did not David see thousands and thousands? Did not one angel slay 185,000 men in Sennacherib's army? And shall they not be the chief harvesters at the judgment?

IMMORTAL HEALTH.

There is a line of loving, holy, mighty angels reaching to heaven. I suppose they reach from here to the very gate, and when an audience is assembled for Christian worship the air is full of them.

If each one of you has a guardian an-

gel, how many celestials there are here!

They crowd the place, they hover, they rejoice. Look, that spirit is just come from the throne! A mo-

ment ago it stood before Christ and heard the doxology of the glorified.

Look! Bright immortal, what news from the golden city! Speak, spirit blest!

The response comes melting on the air, "Come, for all things are now ready!"

Angels ready to bear the tidings, angels ready to drop the benediction, angels ready to kindle the joy. They have stood in glory--they know all about it. They

have felt the joy that is felt where there are no tears and no graves; immortal health, but no invalidism; songs, but no groans; wedding bells, but no funeral torches; eyes that never weep, hands that never blister, heads that never faint, hearts that never break, friendships that are never weakened.

Ready, all of them! Ready, thrones, principalities and powers! Ready, sera-

phim and cherubim! Ready, Michael the Archangel!

Again, your kindred in glory are all ready for your coming. I pronounce modern spiritualism a fraud and a sham. If John Milton and George Whitefield have no better business than to crawl under a table and rattle the leaves, they had better stay at home in glory. While I believe that modern spiritualism is bad because of its mental and domestic ravages, common sense, enlightened by the word of God, teaches us that our friends in glory sympathize with our redemption. The Bible says plainly there is joy in heaven among the angels of God over one sinner that repenteth, and if angels rejoice and know of it shall not our friends standing among them know it? Some of those spirits in glory toiled for your redemption. When they came to die, their chief grief was that you were not a Christian. They said, "Meet me in heaven," and put their hands out from the cover and said, "Goodby." Now, suppose you should cross over from a sinful life to a holy life. Suppose you should be born into the kingdom. Suppose you should now say: "Farewell, O deceitful world! Get thee gone, my sin! Fie upon all the follies! O Christ, help me or I perish! I take thy promise. I believe thy word. I enter thy service."

Suppose you should say and do this?

Why, the angel sent to you would shout it upward, "He is coming!" and the angel poising higher in the air would shout it upward, "He is coming!" and it would run all up the line of light from wing to wing and from trumpet to trumpet until it reached the gate, and then it would flash to "the house of many mansions," and it would find out your kindred there, and before your tears of repentance had been wiped from the cheek and before you had finished your first prayer your kindred in glory would know of it, and another heaven would be added to their joy, and they would cry: "My prayers are answered; another loved one saved. Give me a harp with which to strike the joy. Saved! Saved! Saved!" A FINAL EXHORTATION. If I have shown you that "all things are ready," that Christ is ready, that the Holy Spirit is ready, that the church is ready, that your glorified kindred are ready, then with all the concentrated emphasis of my soul I ask you if you are ready? You see my subject throws the whole responsibility upon yourself. If you do not get into the King's banquet, it is because you do not accept the invitation. You have the most importunate invitation. Two arms stretched down from the cross soaked in blood from elbow to finger tip, two lips quivering in mortal anguish, two eyes beaming with infinite love, saying, "Come, come, for all things are now ready." I told you that when the queen came to Kenilworth castle they stopped all the clocks, that the finger of time might be pointed to that happy moment of her arrival. Oh, if the King would come to the castle of your soul, you might well afford to stop all the clocks, that the hands might forever point to this moment as the one most bright, most blessed, most tremendous. Now, I wish I could go around from circle to circle and invite every one of you, according to the invitation of my text, saying, "Come!" I would like to take every one of you by the hand and say, "Come!" Old man, who has been wandering 60 or 70 years, thy sun has almost gone down. Through the dust of the evening stretch out your withered hand to Christ. He will not cast thee off, old man. Oh, that one tear of repentance might trickle down thy wrinkled cheek! After Christ has fed thee all thy life long, do you not think you can afford to speak one word in his praise?

Come, those of you who are farthest away from God. Drunkard, Christ can put out the fire of thy thirst. He can break that shackle. He can restore thy blasted home. Go to Jesus, libertine!

Christ saw thee where thou wert last night. He knows of thy sin. Yet if thou wilt bring thy polluted soul to him this moment he will throw over it the mantle of his pardon and love. Mercy for thee, oh, thou chief of sinners! Har-

lot, thy feet foul with hell and thy laughter the horror of the street. Oh, Mary Magdalene, look to Jesus! Mercy for thee, poor lost waif of the street!

Self righteous man, thou must be born again, or thou canst not see the king-

dom of God!

Do you think you can feast with those rags? Why, the king's servant would tear them off and leave you naked at the gate. You must be born again. The day is far spent. The cliffs begin to slide their long shadows across the plain. Do you know the feast has already begun--the feast to which you

were invited--and the King sits with his guests, and the servant stands with his hand on the door of the banqueting

room, and he begins to swing it shut? It is half way shut. It is three-fourths shut. It is only just ajar. Soon it will be shut.

"Come, for all things are now ready."

Have I missed one man? Who has not felt himself called this hour? Then I call him now. This is the hour of thy redemption. While God invites, how blest the day; How sweet the gospel's charming sound! Come, sinner, haste, oh, haste away, While yet a pardoning God is found.

A View of the Common Herd.

The society journal Vogue has as one of its correspondents an alleged member of the "Four Hundred," who writes as follows: "What is the attraction yearly at the horse show, which is always jammed to the doors? The horses? No.

Society in the boxes, and the people cheerfully pay their money to be able to gaze at the begins so far removed from them, constituting an inner circle. It was this feeling which caused Broadway to be choked with a howling mob on the

day of the wedding of Miss Bradley-Martin to the Earl of Craven, and it is this same impulse which prompts the crowds in the upper tiers at the opera

and in the orchestra stalls to spend the time of the intermissions in gazing around the house at the fashionables as if they were waxwork from Mme. Tus-

saud's or the Elen Musee and following them up by aid of the little printed list on the bill, whereby each box owner is conveniently numbered and catalogued. "We stand as royalty does abroad, and we are prepared for this homage. Those who cannot see us read of us, but unfortunately frequently through the medium of writers who commence their observations in the style of one who a few years ago started his paragraph in this way, 'I dropped in at Mrs. Astor's last night,' and evoked, consequently, the pungent reflection of Mr. Joseph Howard, Jr., a writer of the people, who evidently knew his man: "'Dropped in at Mrs. Astor's! Good heavens! for what--the ash barrel?"

Washington's Cabin. There are few buildings that attract the admirers of Washington that have more of interest in them than a decaying cabin which stands alone in an old pasture field a half mile from Berryville, in the beautiful Shenandoah valley of Virginia. The old cabin was the home of Washington when he was a surveyor. He came here direct from the maternal roof to begin the arduous and at the time dangerous work of surveying the lands of Thomas, Lord Fairfax, who owned all the northern part of Virginia under the king's patent. The work was arduous because of the physical aspect of the country, then a dense wilderness, and dangerous because of the character of the inhabitants, who were principally Indians or scarcely less wild trappers or squatters upon his lordship's domain. Washington had been selected by the nobleman because of his belief in the youth's ability to cope with these elements early in 1748, just after the completion of his sixteenth year, his only companion being George William Fairfax, nephew of old Lord Thomas. Whether these boys erected the building or found it already in place history does not state, but well authenticated tradition says that they built it them-

selves. That they used it for an office, kept their instruments there and slept in the upper room there is ample proof.--Washington Post.

Cementing the Russian Empire. The czar of Russia shows undoubted sagacity in adopting the best physical means to hold together his vast empire. He has pushed the transcaspian military railway southeastward until it has almost reached the frontiers of British India and China, the two powers most likely to dispute with him the acquisition of further dominion in Central Asia. Having thus assured the safety of the Russian position in the southeast, he has undertaken a more stupendous work in beginning the construction of an unbroken line of railway to connect European Russia with a port on the Pacific ocean. The whole length of the Asiatic or main Siberian line is 4,800 miles.

The estimated cost is $200,000,000. The work, which is now progressing from both ends toward the center, is to be completed in about 10 years. There will then be a stretch of railway, all located upon Russian territory, about 6,000 miles in length, holding European Russia and Asiatic Russia firmly together with a continuous band of steel. Until the proposed railway running north and south to connect the two America shall have been built there will be nothing on earth to rival this great stretch of eastern and western railway across the Russian em-pire.--Omaha Bee.

The Bathtub Trunk.

Some novelties in bathtubs are made abroad especially for traveling purposes. They are made of best tinned iron, with japanned oak outside and white inside. The novelty is that they can be closed up with a strap and utilized as a trunk to hold the clothes of the owner. A self heating gas bath is made upon the following principle: An atmospheric gas burner is employed, from which the heat is conducted around the body of the bath by flues, and after doing this duty escaping by a main flue. A bath can be heated in this way in 45 minutes at an expense of 5 cents.--Hardware.

Two Congressional Linguists.

Representative Everett of Massachu-

setts is regarded as easily the ablest clas-

sical scholar in either branch of congress. Like his distinguished father, he is cred-

ited with the ability to recite the "Aeneid" from beginning to end, and even with the ability to determine the quantity of any word in the whole Latin lexicon.

Outside of the classics the best of the congressional linguists is Senator Turpie of Indiana, who has a colloquial familiarity with three modern languages besides his own and can read several more.--Washington Post.

A SIAMESE SPECTACLE. The Barbaric Pomp and Splendor of the March of the Elephants.

The magnificent temple elephant descends the long flight of steps in gor-

geous state caparisons of scarlet and gold presented by the king of Siam and bearing the golden shrine of the sacred

tooth under a golden howdah. A score of attendants walk at the side, supporting a lofty cloth of gold canopy outlined with lamps and flowers. Snowy plumes rise behind the flapping ears, and turbaned mahouts kneel on the richly masked head and lean against the gilt

columns of the howdah, holding peacock feather fans and scarlet umbrellas edged with tinkling golden bells. The temple

band leads the way, the barbaric strains of music being accompanied by the clashing cymbals and rattling castanets of a hundred whirling dancers.

The dignified Kandyan chiefs walk in glittering ranks before the mighty elephant which occupies the post of honor, his small eyes twinkling through the red and golden mask of the huge head which towers above the multitude, and his enormous tusks guided carefully by the temple servants to prevent accidental damage from their sweeping ivory curves. The 30 elephants of the procession walk three abreast, ridden by officials in muslin robes and embroidered scarfs of sacred red and yellow, and holding golden dishes heaped with rice, cocoanut and flowers, the consecrated offerings of the Buddhist religion. Each trio of elephants is preceded by a band of music, a troop of dancers and a crowd of gaudily clad natives, with blazing torches and scarlet banners. Sometimes a baby elephant trots along by his mother's side as a preliminary education in the future duties of his sacred calling and seems terrified by the noise and glare, which in no way disconcert imperturbable dignity of his elders.

Round and round the wide area of the temple precincts the gigantic animals move with the slow and stately tread

which allows ample time for the wild evolutions of the mazy dances perform-

ed before each advancing line. The splendor of the barbaric pageant har-

monizes with the vivid coloring of native life and landscape. The red glare of a thousand flaming torches flashing back from the gorgeous trappings of the no-

ble elephants, the dark faces of the bounding dancers, the waving fans and floating banners, the wild bursts of savage music and the oriental brilliancy of the many colored crowd, contrasting with the jeweled costumes of Kandyan chiefs and the yellow robes of the Buddhist priesthood, render the imposing ceremonial a picture of unprecedented splendor.--Cornhill Magazine.

Atmosphere of Stellar Space.

The atmosphere of stellar space is the subject of a learned article in Science, in

which the writer argues that the process of dissipating into space may be prevent-ed--among other causes--by the fact that the planets are continually sweep-

ing through the interplanetary space where the escaped particles caused by such movements are so active, and even if the density of this interplanetary at-

mosphere be only a millionth of a millionth of the density of the earth's surface still there will be at least a million particles in each cubic centimeter, and some of them will get swept up by the planets in their course and will not get away again.

Such being the case, it is argued by this writer that the process of dissipa-

tion will cease when a planet picks up in its course through space just as many as it loses by diffusion in the same time,

and it follows from this that there must exist in planetary space an atmosphere which, though greatly reduced in density, is of the same chemical constitution as the earth's atmosphere--that is, having the same chemical constituents, though not quite in the same proportions, for the average velocity of the particles of nitrogen is a trifle greater than that of the particles of oxygen, and so the former escape into space rather more fre-

quently in proportion to their numbers than the latter--the effect, too, of gravity being to increase slightly the propor-

tion of oxygen to nitrogen in the lower strata of the atmosphere.

Kate Field's Experiment. Miss Kate Field tells the following in-

structive story: "When last in Europe, I imported American satin, determined to practice what I preach--a performance of such difficulty apparently as rarely to be attempted. I went so far as to prevail upon Worth to make up this mate-

rial, though it is against his rules to expend his taste on foreign fabrics. The result was a beautiful costume, yet it well nigh required a surgical operation

to make some women believe that the satin was American. 'Is it possible?' "I'd no idea such good looking satin could be made in this country.' 'Does it wear?' 'Are you quite sure it is pure silk?'

These were the usual exclamations and questions. Bless their ignorant souls, women don't realize that European black

silk has been deteriorating so rapidly as greatly to help successful production in the United States. Our manufacturers

take a foreign silk, find out its weaknesses and improve upon it, while women buy the imported article complacently, believing they show peculiar taste and acumen.

Kaiser and Mousignor.

In connection with the gift of the grand cross of the Order of the Crown by the Emperor William to Mgr. della Volpe, the grand master of the house-

hold of the pope, it was remarked in the Italian papers that by so doing the em-

peror showed a remarkable spirit of for-

giveness. On the kaiser's first visit to the pope he let his helmet fall. Mgr. della Volpe immediately stooped to pick

it up. At the same moment the emperor stooped also, and their heads came in violent contact, putting the gravity of

all present to a severe test. It required the utmost presence of mind on the part of Mgr. della Volpe to refrain from putting his hand to his damaged pate, but he has not hesitated since to proclaim the emperor the most hard headed mon-

arch in Christendom.--London Globe.

The Yezidees, a peculiar Turkish sect, cut off the head of any one who inad-

vertently speaks the word "devil," "satan" or anything with a similar mean-

ing.

It is a time-honored custom in Quincy, Fla., to salute a newly married couple by firing a cannon. This is to remind them that the battle of life has fairly begun.

When Maha Mongkut, father of the present king of Siam, died in 1868, his body was embalmed and left sitting in state for nearly a year and a half.

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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.