THE RESURRECTION.

REV. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES UPON "EASTER IN GREENWOOD."

The Great Tabernacle Thronged--The Pul-

pit Almost Hidden With Flowers--The Usual Beautiful and Unique Sermon. Brooklyn's Famed Cemetery.

BROOKLY, March 25.--The Easter services in the Tabernacle today were attended by immense audiences. Beau-

tiful floral decorations almost hid the pulpit from view, and the great organ gave forth its most rapturous strains in honor of the day. In the forenoon Rev. Dr. Talmage delivered an eloquent sermon on "Easter in Greenwood," the text being taken from Genesis xxiii, 17, 18, "And the field of Hebron, which was in Machpelah, which was before Mamre, the field, and the cave which was therein, and all the trees that were in the field, that were all in the borders round about, were made sure unto Abraham." Here is the first cemetery ever laid out. Machpelah was its name. It was an arborescent beauty, where the sound of death was bandaged with foliage. Abraham, a rich man, not being able to bribe the king of terrors, proposes here, as far

as possible, to cover up the ravages. He had no doubt previously noticed this region, and now that Sarah, his wife, had died--that remarkable person who, at 90

years of age, had born to her the son Isaac, and who now, after she had reached 127 years, had expired--Abra-ham is negotiating for a family plot for her last slumber.

Ephron owned this real estate, and after, in mock sympathy for Abraham, refusing to take anything for it, now sticks on a big price--400 shekels of silver. The cemetery lot is paid for, and the transfer made in the presence of wit-

nesses in a public place, for there were no deeds and no halls of record in those early times. Then in a cavern of limestone rock Abraham put Sarah, and a few years after himself followed, and then Isaac and Rebekah, and then Jacob

and Leah. Embowered, picturesque and memorable Machpelah! That "God's acre" dedicated by Abraham has been the mother of innumerable mortuary ob-

servances. The necropolis of every civilized land has vied with its metropolis.

BEAUTIFUL CITIES OF THE DEAD.

The most beautiful hills of Europe out-

side the great cities are covered with obelisk and funeral vase and arched gateways and columns and parterres in

honor of the inhumated. The Appian way of Rome was bordered by sepulchral commemorations. For this purpose Pisa has its arcades of marble sculptured into

excellent bas-reliefs and the features of dear faces that have vanished. Genoa has its terraces cut into tombs, and Con-

stantinople covers with cyprus the silent habitations, and Paris has its Pere la Chaise, on whose heights rest Balzac and David and Marshal Ney and Cuvier and La Place and Moliere and a mighty group of warriors and poets and

painters and musicians. In all foreign nations utmost genius on all sides is expended in the work of interment, mummification and incineration.

Our own country consents to be second to none in respect to the lifeless body.

Every city and town and neighborhood of any intelligence or virtue has not many miles away its sacred inclosure, where affection has engaged sculptor's chisel and florist's spade and artificer in metals.

Our own city has shown its religion as well as its art in the manner which it holds the memory of those who have passed forever away by its Cypress Hills, and its Evergreens, and its Calvary and Holy Cross and Friends' cemeteries.

All the world knows of our Green-

wood, with now about 270,000 inhabit-

ants sleeping among the hills that overlook the sea, and by lakes embosomed in an Eden of flowers, our American West-

minster abbey, an Acropolis of mortuary architecture, a Pantheon of mighty ones ascended, elegies in stone, Iliads in mar-

ble, whole generations in peace waiting for other generations to join them. No dormitory of breathless sleepers in all the world has so many mighty dead.

THE MIGHTY SLEEPERS.

Among the preachers of the gospel, Bethune and Thomas DeWitt and Bish-

op James and Tyng and Abeel, the missionary, and Beecher and Buddington, and McClintock and Inskip, and Bangs and Chapin, and Noah Schenck and Sam-

uel Hanson Cox. Among musicians, the renowned Gottschalk and the holy Thomas Hastings. Among philanthropists, Peter Cooper and Isaac T. Hopper, and Lucretia Mott and Isabella Graham, and Henry Bergh, the apostle of mercy to the brute creation. Among the litterati, the Carys--Alice and Phoebe--James K.

Paulding and John G. Saxe. Among journalists, Bennett and Raymond and Greeley. Among scientists, Ormsby Mitchell, warrior as well as astronomer

and lovingly called by his soldiers "Old Stars;" Professor Proctor and the Dra-

pers--splendid men, as I well know, one of them my teacher, the other my class-mate.

Among inventors Elias Howe, who through the sewing machine did more to alleviate the toils of womanhood than any man that ever lived, and Professor Morse, who gave us magnetic telegraphy, the former doing his work with the needle, the latter with the thunderbolt.

Among physicians and surgeons Joseph C. Hutchinson and Marion Sims and Dr. Valentine Mott, with the following epi-

taph, which he ordered cut in honor of Christian religion: "My implicit faith and hope is in a merciful Redeemer, who is the resurrection and the life.

Amen and Amen." This is our American Machpelah, as sacred to us as the Machpelah in Canaan, of which Jacob uttered that pastoral poem in one verse: "There they buried Abraham and Sa-

rah, his wife; there they buried Isaac and Rebekah, his wife, and there I buried Leah."

THE FAMILY OF FLOWERS. At this Easter service I ask and answer what may seem a novel question, but it will be found, before I get through, a practical and useful and tremendous question. What will resurrection day do for the cemeteries? First, I remark, it will be their supernal beautification. At certain seasons it is customary in all lands to strew flowers over the mounds of the departed. It may have been suggested by the fact that Christ's tomb was in a garden. And when I say garden I do not mean a garden of these latitudes. The late frosts of spring and the early frosts of autumn are so near each other that there are

only a few months of flowers in the field.

All the flowers we see today had to be petted and coaxes and put under shelter, or they would not have bloomed at all. They are the children of the conservatories. But at this season and through the most of the year the Holy Land is all ablush with floral opulence. You find all the royal family of flowers there, some that you supposed indigenous to the far north, and others indigenous to the far south--the daisy and hyacinth, crocus and anemone, tulip and water lily, geranium and ranunculus, mignonette and sweet marjoram. In the college at Beirut you may see Dr. Post's collection of about 1,800 kinds of Holy Land flowers, while among trees are the oaks of frozen climes, and the tamarisk of the tropics, walnut and willow, ivy and hawthorn, ash and elder,

pine and sycamore. If such floral and botanical beauties are the wild growths of the field, think of what a garden must be in Palestine! And in such a garden Jesus Christ slept after, on the soldier's spear, his last drop of blood had coagulated. And then see how appropriate that all our cemeteries should be floralized and tree shaded. In June Greenwood is Brooklyn's garden. THE RESURRECTION IDEA. "Well then," you say, "how can you make out that the resurrection day will beautify the cemeteries? Will it not leave them a plowed up ground? On that day there will be an earthquake and will not this split the polished Aberdeen granite as well as the plain slab that can afford but two words--'Our Mary' or 'Our Charley?'" Well, I will tell you how resurrection day will beautify all the cemeteries. It will be by bringing up the faces that were to us once, and in our memories are to us now, more beautiful than any calla lily, and the forms that are to us more graceful than any willow by the waters. Can

you think of anything more beautiful than the reappearance of those from whom we have been parted? I do not care which way the tree falls in the blast of the judgment hurricane, or if the plowshare that day shall turn under the last rose leaf and the last china aster, if out of the broken sod shall come the bodies of our loved ones not damaged, but

irradiated.

The idea of the resurrection gets easier to understand as I hear the phonograph unroll some voice that talked into it a year ago, just before our friend's decease. You touch the lever, and then come forth the very tones, the very song of the person that breathed into it once, but is now departed. If a man can do that, cannot Almighty God, without half trying, return the voice of your departed? And if he can return the voice, why not the lips, and the tongue, and the throat that fashioned the voice? And if the lips, and the tongue, and the throat, why not the brain that suggested the words? And if the brain, why not the nerves, of which the brain is the headquarters? And if he can return the nerves, why not the muscles, which are less ingenious? And if the muscles, why not the bones, that are less wonderful? And if the voice, and the brain, and the muscles, and the bones, why not the entire body? If man can do the phonograph, God can do the resurrection.

A WONDERFUL FACT. Will it be the same body that in the last day shall be reanimated? Yes, but infinitely improved. Our bodies change every seven years, and yet in one sense it is the same body. On my wrist and the second finger of my right hand there is a scar. I made that at 12 years of age, when, disgusted at the presence of two warts, I took a redhot iron and burned them off and burned them out. Since then my body has changed at least a half dozen times, but those scars prove it is the same body. We never lose our identity. If God can and does sometimes rebuild a man five, six, ten times in this world, is it mysterious that he can rebuild him once more and that in the resurrection? If he can do it 10 times, I think he can do it 11 times. Then look at the 17 year locusts. For 17 years gone, at the end of 17 years, they appear, and by rubbing the hind leg against the wing make that rattle at which all the husbandmen and vine dressers tremble as the insectile host takes up the march of devastation. Resurrection every 17 years--a wonderful

fact!

Another consideration makes the idea of resurrection easier. God made Adam. He was not fashioned after any model. There had never been a human organism, and so there was nothing to copy. At the first attempt God made a perfect man. He made him out of the dust of the earth. If out of ordinary dust of the earth and without a model God could make a perfect man, surely out of the extraordinary dust of mortal body and with millions of models God can make each one of us a perfect being in the resurrection. Surely the last undertaking would not be greater than the first. See the gospel algebra. Ordinary dust minus a model equals a perfect man. Extraordinary dust and plus a model equals a resurrection body. Mysteries about it? Oh, yes. That is one reason why I believe it. It would not be much of a God who could do things only as far as I can understand. Mysteries? Oh, yes. But no more about the resurrection of your body than about its present existence.

A TIRED WORLD.

I will explain to you the last mystery of the resurrection and make it as plain to you as that two and two make four if you will tell me how your mind, which is entirely independent of your body, can act upon your body so that at your will

your eyes open, or your foot walks, or your hand is extended. So I find noth-

ing in the Bible statement concerning the resurrection that staggers me for a

moment. All doubts clear from my mind. I say that the cemeteries, how-

ever beautiful now, will be more beautiful when the bodies of our loved ones come up in the morning of the resurrec- tion. They will come in improved condition. They will come up rested. The most of them lay down at the very last tired. How often you have heard them say, "I am so tired!" The fact is, it is a tired world. If I should go through this audience and go round the world, I could not find a person in any style of life ig-

norant of the sensation of fatigue.

I do not believe there are 50 persons in this audience who are not tired. Your head is tired, or your back is tired, or your foot is tired, or your brain is tired, or your nerves are tired. Long journeying or business application or bereavement or sickness has put on you heavy weights. So the vast majority of those who went out of this world went out fatigued. About the poorest place to rest in is this world. Its atmosphere, its sur-

roundings and even its hilarities are exhausting. So God stops our earthly life and mercifully closes the eyes, and more especially gives quiescence to the lung and heart, that have not had 10 minutes of rest from the first respiration and the first beat.

If a drummer boy were compelled in the army to beat his drum for 24 hours without stopping, his officer would be court martialed for cruelty. If the drum-

mer boy should be commanded to beat his drum for a week without ceasing, day and night, he would die in attempt-

ing it. But under your vestment is a poor heart that began its drumbeat for the march of life 30 or 40 or 60 or 80 years ago, and it has had no furlough by day or night, and whether in conscious or comatose state it went right on, for if it had stopped seven seconds your life would have closed. And your heart will

keep going until some time after your spirit has flown, for the auscultator says

that after the last expiration of lung and the last throb of pulse, and after the spirit is released, the heart keeps on beating for a time. What a mercy, then, it is that the grave is the place where that wondrous machinery of ventricle and artery can halt!

DUST OF THE EARTH.

Under the healthful chemistry of the soil all the wear and tear of nerve and muscle and bone will be subtracted, and that bath of good fresh clean soil will wash off the last ache, and then some of the same style of dust out of which the body of Adam was constructed may be infused into the resurrection body. How can the bodies of the human race, which have had no replenishment from the dust since the time of Adam in paradise, get any recuperation from the storehouse from which he was constructed without our going back into the dust? That original life giving material having been added to the body as it once was, and all the defects left behind, what a body will be the resurrection body! And will not hundreds of thousands of such appearing above the Gowanus heights make Greenwood more beautiful than any June morning after a shower? The dust of the earth being the original material for the fashioning of the first human being, we have to go back to the same place to

get a perfect body.

Factories are apt to be rough places, and those who toil in them have their garments grimy and their hands smutched. But who cares for that when they turn out for us beautiful musical instruments or exquisite upholstery? What though the grave is a rough place--it is a resurrection body manufactory, and from it shall come the radiant and resplendent forms of our friends on the brightest morning the world ever saw. You put into a factory cotton, and it comes out apparel. You put into a factory lumber and lead, and they come out pianos and organs. And so into the factory of the grave you put in pneumonias and consumptions, and they come out health. You put in groans, and they come out halleluiahs. For us, on the final day, the most attractive places will not be the parks, or the gardens, or the palaces, but the cemeteries.

THE PERFECT BODY. We are not told in what season that day will come. If it should be winter, those who come up will be more lustrous than the snow that covered them. If in the autumn, those who come up will be more gorgeous than the woods after the frosts had penciled them. If in the spring, the bloom on which they tread will be dull compared with the rubicund of their cheeks. Oh, the perfect resurrection body! Almost everybody has some defective spot in his physical constitu-tion--a dull ear, or a dim eye, or a rheumatic foot, or a neuralgic brow, or a twisted muscle, or a weak side, or an inflamed tonsil, or some point at which the east wind or a season of overwork as-

saults him.

But the resurrection body shall be without one weak spot, and all that the doctors and nurses and apothecaries of earth will thereafter have to do will be to rest without interruption after the broken nights of their earthly existence. Not only will that day be the beautification of well kept cemeteries, but some of the graveyards that have been neglected and been the pasture ground for cattle and rooting places for swine will for the first time have attractiveness

given them.

It was a shame that in that place ungrateful generations planted no trees, and twisted no garlands, and sculptured no marble for their Christian ancestry. But on the day of which I speak the resurrected shall make the place of their

feet glorious. From under the shadow of the church, where they slumbered among nettles and mullein stalks and thistles and slabs aslant, they shall arise with a glory that shall flush the windows of the village church, and by the bell tower that used to call them to worship, and above the old spire beside which their prayers formerly ascended. What a triumphal procession never did for a street, what an oratorio never did for an academy, what an orator never did for a brilliant auditory, what obelisk never did for a king, resurrection morn will do for all the cemeteries. This easter tells us that in Christ's resurrection our resurrection, if we are his, and the resurrection of all the pious dead, is assured, for he was "the first fruits of them that slept." Renan says he did not rise, but 580 witnesses, 60 of them Christ's enemies, say he did rise, for they saw him after he had risen. If he did not rise, how did 60 armed soldiers let him get away? Surely 60 living soldiers ought to be able to keep one dead man. Blessed be God! He did get away.

THE RECOGNITIONS.

After his resurrection Mary Magdalene saw him. Cleopas saw him. Ten disciples in an upper room at Jerusalem saw him. On a mountain the 11 saw him. Five hundred at once saw him. Professor Ernest Renan, who did not see him, will excuse us for taking the testimony of the 580 who did see him. Yes, yes, he got away. And that makes me sure that our departed loved ones and we ourselves shall get away. Freed himself from the shackles of clod, he is not going to leave us and ours in the lurch. There will be no doorknob on the inside of our family sepulcher, for we cannot come out of ourselves, but there is a doorknob on the outside, and that Jesus shall lay hold of, and, opening, will say: "Good morning! You have slept long enough! Arise! Arise!" And then what flutter of wings, and what flashing of rekindled eyes, and what gladsome rushing across the family lot, with cries of,

"Father, is that you?" "Mother, is that you?" "My darling, is that you?" "How you all have changed! The cough is gone, the croup gone, the consumption gone, the paralysis gone, the weariness gone. Come, let us ascend together! The older ones first, the younger ones next! Quick, now, get into line! The skyward procession has already started! Steer now by that entrainment or ride for the nearest gate!" And, as we ascend, on one side the earth gets smaller until it is no larger than a mountain, and smaller until it is no larger than a palace, and smaller until it is no larger than a ship, and smaller until it is no longer than a wheel, and smaller until it is no larger than a speck.

FAREWELL AND HAIL. Farewell, dissolving earth! But on the other side, as we rise, heaven at first appears no larger than your hand. And nearer it looks like a chariot, and nearer it looks like a throne, and nearer it looks like a star, and nearer it looks like a sun, and nearer it looks like a universe. Hail, scepters that shall always wave! Hail, companionships never again to part! That is what resurrection day will do for all the cemeteries and graveyards from Machpelah that was opened by Father Abraham in Hebron to the Machpelah yesterday consecrated. And that makes Lady Huntington's immortal rhythm most apposite: When thou, my righteous Judge, shalt come To take thy ransomed people home, Shall I among them stand? Shall such a worthless worm as I, Who sometimes am afraid to die, Be found at thy right hand? Among thy saints let me be found, Whene'er th' archangels trump shall sound, To see thy smiling face. Then loudest of the throng I'll sing While heaven's resounding arches ring With shouts of sovereign grace.

A Lie Told In School.

It has always been father's purpose to give his children a fair education, but as the family increased in size and numbers, and father's salary would not grow in the same proportion, he found it necessary to cut down some of the avenues of expenditure. One of his first thoughts was that of the shoe bill for the family. Said he, "I'll be the cobbler when any shoes need repairing after this." Unfortunately my shoes gave out first, and the next day was set for repair day. Father brought from the shop where he was working some of the old belting that had been laid by. This leather was thoroughly saturated with oil, and as I entered the schoolroom with new taps on my shoes the oil would form a mark on the floor, just like a footprint on the newly fallen snow, and what good ex-

cuse to tell I couldn't think of.

It became an eyesore to the whole school, and I was wishing somehow I might take a vacation. Finally the teacher noticed it. I was called up to the desk, leaving my track all the way, and asked to explain. Shaking like a leaf, I told the story. My brother Jack and I had got to fighting the other day in the cellar, and he threw me in a pan of grease that was near by cooling. That lie settled the teacher, but the other element of the school were not satisfied until they stood me on my head and looked at my shoes.--Cor. New York Recorder.

In a City Restaurant.

A trifling incident noted not long ago in a city restaurant tells its own story and needs no spoken moral. Two girls, possibly attendants in a shop, were sitting together eating their luncheon, and one was holding forth her companion on an experience which had just befallen her.

"I came in here," said she, "and got this seat, but wan't long before an old lady came in and sat next to me. She took off one pair of glasses and put on another. Then she stared and stared at the bill of fair and laid it down. I thought first she couldn't read a word. Then she turned around to me.

"'Will you let me sit next to the win-

dow?' says she.

"I didn't take any notice, and in a minute she said it again. Then I answered her: "'No,' says I, 'this is my seat, and I'm going to keep it.'

"She turned 'way round in her chair then and looked me all over. Then she looked away. But I guess she knew I'd got the best of her, for she did have the manners to say: "'I beg your pardon.'

"She spoke real low, and I noticed she looked kind of surprised."--Youth's Com-

panion.

Sticks In Mercantile Life. Many young men choose a mercantile position for the present only without

thought or intention of making it a permanent business. The result is that of-

tentimes we find these men at 30 years receiving no more pay than they did when only 18. There is an army of this class of young men behind counters today. They are an aimless, pitiable class. They stand

listlessly in their departments are are as unobservant of what's going on around them as are the inanimate figures w hich one sees at the entrance of clothing establishments. Many of them let slip grand opportunities of becoming great business factors in the commercial world and have doomed themselves to the treadmill of common drudgery. Singleness of purpose implies self reliance, without which a young business man is not thoroughly furnished for a successful business career. --Dry Goods Economist.

Pleasure in the Heavens.

There is a satisfaction in learning the names and positions of the stars that does not belong to the study of the planets. The stars apparently never change so far as their position relative to each other is concerned. The planets are always moving, and to those who do not watch the heavens with particular attention it is a cause of surprise very often to find a "new star" adorning a certain section of the heavens. If, however, this newcomer be carefully observed from night to night, it will be found to change its distance from the fixed stars, and the observer will discover that it is a planet and at liberty to wander about from place to place under the sole condition that it obeys certain rules of motion. When the bright stars that grace the heavens become familiar to observers, they will know just what to expect on each succeeding season.--New York Times.

Prince of Wales' Bracelet. It is probably not generally known that the Prince of Wales wears a bracelet on his left wrist. On a recent occasion when he appeared in public the gleam of the golden bangle was noticed by a very few individuals, and among those who noticed it there was an inter-

change of wandering glances. The wearing of the bracelet is not, however, foppishness on the part of his royal highness, for the bangle has a history. It belonged originally to Maximillian, the ill fated emperor of Mexico, and it is a cherished possession of the prince's.

THE MONEY OF THE WORLD. Aggregate of Coin and Paper and the Per Capita In Principle Countries. The director of the mint at Washington has prepared a table of the monetary systems approximate stocks of money in

the aggregate and per capita in the principal countries of the world. This table

shows that the aggregate stock of gold is $3,582,665,000; silver, $4,042,700,000; uncovered paper, $2,635,873,000.

The stock of gold possessed by the principal countries is given as follows: United States, $604,000,000; Great Britain, $550,000,000; France, $800,000,000; Germany, $600,000,000; Russia, $250,000,000. The silver stock of these same countries is given as follows: United States, $515,000,000; Great Britain, $100,000,000; France, $700,000,000; Germany, $211,000,000; Russia, $60,000,000. This stock of silver is divided as follows: United States, $338,000,000 full tender and $77,-

000,000 limited tender; Great Britain, no

silver full tender, $100,000,000 limited tender; France, $650,000,000 full tender and $50,000,000 limited tender; Germany, $103,000,000 full tender and $108,000,000 limited tender; Russia, $22,000,000 full tender and $38,000,000 limited tender.

The ratio prevailing in nearly all the principal countries between gold and

legal tender silver is 1 to 154. This is the ratio in France, Belgium, Italy, Spain, Netherlands, Russia and Central and South America. The ratio between gold and limited tender silver is, as a rule, 1 to 14.38. The respective ratios in the United States are 1 to 15.98 and 1 to 14.95.

The various monetary systems as di-

vided among the several countries are as follows: Gold and Silver--United States, France, Belgium, Italy, Switzerland, Greece, Spain, Netherlands, Turkey and Japan. Gold--United Kingdom, Germany, Portugal, Austria, Scandinavian Union, Australia, Egypt, Canada and Cuba.

Silver--Russia, Mexico, Central and South America and India. Of the uncovered money South America has $600,000,000; Russia, $500,000,000; the United States, $412,000,000; Austria, $260,000,000; Italy, $163,000,000; Germany, $107,000,000; France, $81,000,000; Great Britain, $100,000,000. The per capita circulation of gold is: United States, $9.01; United Kingdom, $14.47; France, $20.52; Germany, $12.12; Russia, $2.21. The per capita of all classes of money is: France, $40.56; Cuba, $31; Netherlands, $28.88; Australia, $26.75; Belgium, $25.53; United States, $24.34; United Kingdom, $13.42; Russia, $7.16.

A Golden Eagle Captured.

The first golden eagle seen in the northern part of Ohio for a great many years is now a captive at the home of Joseph Maynes in Toledo. Mr. Maynes and Peter Barquin were frog fishing in a marsh near the edge of the city, along a wooded bluff, and Maynes was just in the act of spearing a frog when the eagle swooped down upon him, seizing him between the shoulder blades, its sharp talons cutting through his overcoat, a thin undercoat and deeply into the flesh. The bird beat its wings desperately, and nearly lifted Maynes from his feet two or three times.

While the bird was vigorously lacerating his back and shoulders he contrived to turn sufficiently to strike it with his frog spear. He then threw one arm about the eagle's neck and pounded it upon the head with the spear, while Barquin came to his assistance, and between the two they managed to conquer

it, and procuring a rope fastened it to a tree till arrangements could be made to take it to the house. It is 7 feet and 6 inches across the wings and weighs 35 pounds, standing 3 feet 2 inches high. It is evidently rather young. Old citizens declare it to be a golden eagle. The plumage is of a dark russet color, nearly brown. It has a monstrous head, with a beak 4½ inches long. It ate 15 sparrows for supper, swallowing each one whole.--Cincinnati Commercial Gazette.

Barbers' Clippers Spread Disease.

When the young men of a Paris arrondissement went last week to draw lots for military service, the authorities were aghast at the number of lads who presented themselves, each one balder than the other. An inquiry was opened, and the men were questioned as to how this state of things came about. It was found that they frequented the same barber's shop, and that this wonderful fall of hair was due to their hair having been dressed by a barber who did not keep his scissors and brushes sufficiently clean. By the orders of the prefect of the Seine Dr. Lancereuax made a complete study of the subject and has just presented a report to the department council of hygiene, from which it appears that contagious affections of the scalp are very easily propagated by the use of dirty brushes and, above all, the use of "clippers" that are employed to cut the hair very close. These "clippers" are so difficult to clean that their use must always be attended with risk.--Pall Mall Gazette.

The Jelly Fish Is a Wonder Too.

The jellyfish lays thousands of tiny eggs, which, being covered with natural oars in the shape of numerous hairs, row themselves into some quiet place and settle down to await further developments. These eggs do not turn to jelly fish any more than the butterfly's eggs turn to a butterfly. First a stem springs from each and then the stem subdivides into numerous branches, each branch being covered with tiny cups, the mouth of each surrounded with small arms technically called "tentacles." This is the first stage of the jellyfish's life. Now comes the wonderful part of the story. As the warm weather advances, this stem, which grew from the original egg and branched out like a vegetable growth, begins to bud, and from each bud a minute speck of animal life springs forth. It is the young jelly fish swimming out to test the doctrine of "survival of the fittest," and to do battle with the innumerable other forms of organized beings.--St. Louis Republic.

Nash, a writer of the sixteenth cen-

tury, says, "If a hogge loseth an eye, he dyeth presently." Also, "Goats take breath not at the mouth and nose only, but at ye earse (ears) also."

The first European bank, founded at Barcelona in 1401, issued no bank notes. The first ones circulated in Europe were from the Bank of Stockholm in 1668. Pious Russians do not eat pigeons because of the sanctity conferred on the dove in the Scripture.

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WM. LAKE, C. E., REAL ESTATE AGENT, 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 225. WM. LAKE.

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.

DESIRABLE COTTAGES FOR SALE OR RENT. If you intend visiting the seashore the coming season, call on or write

R. CURTIS ROBINSON, REAL ESTATE AND INSURANCE AGENT,

744 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

who has on hand a number of desirable furnished and unfurnished cottages. Full information given on application.

Building lots for sale in every section of the city. Insurance written by first class Companies. Come and see me before insuring else-

where.

Money to loan on Bond and Mortgage on Improved Property.