RELIGIOUS LIBERTY.

REV. DR. TALMAGE DISCUSSES THE

COMMUNION OF SAINTS.

Sectarianism, Its Origin, Its Evils and Its Cures--The Quality of Bigotry--Room For All on the Gospel Platform--A Plea for Christian Union.

BROOKLYN, Sept. 9.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now in Australia, whence he will shortly sail for Ceylon and India, has selected as the subject for today's sermon through the press "Com-

munion of Saints," the text chosen being Judges xii, 6: "Then said they unto him, Say now shibboleth, and he said, sibboleth, for he could not frame

to pronounce it right. Then they took him and slew him at the passages of Jordan."

Do you notice the difference of pro-

nunciation between shibboleth and sibboleth? A very small and unimportant difference, you say. And yet that difference was the difference between life and death for a great many people. The Lord's people, Gilead and Ephraim, got into a great fight, and Ephraim was worsted, and on the retreat came to the fords of the river Jordan to cross. Or-

der was given that all Ephraimites

coming there be slain. But how could it be found out who were Ephraimites? They were detected by their pronuncia-

tion. Shibboleth was a word that stood

for river.

The Ephraimites had a brogue of their own, and when they tried to say "shibboleth" always left out the sound of the "h." When it was asked that they say shibboleth, they said sibboleth and were slain. "Then said they unto him, say now shibboleth, and he said sibboleth, for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him and slew him at the passages of Jordan." A very small difference, you say, between Gilead and Ephraim, and yet how much intolerance about that small difference! The Lord's tribes in our time--by which I mean the different denominations of Christians--sometimes magnify a very small difference, and the only difference between scores of

denominations today is the difference between shibboleth and sibboleth.

Religious Discussion. The church of God is divided into a great number of denominations. Time would fail me to tell of the Calvinists, and the Arminians, and the Sabbatarians, and the Baxterians, and the Dunkers, and the Shakers, and the Quakers, and the Methodists, and the Baptists, and the Episcopalians, and the Lutherans, and the Congregationalists, and the Presbyterians, and the Spiritualists, and a score of other denominations of religionists, some of them founded by very good men, some of them founded by very egotistic men, some of them founded by very bad men. But as I demand for myself liberty of conscience I must give that same liberty to every other man, remembering that he no more differs from me than I differ from him. I advocate the largest liberty in all religious belief and forms of worship. In art of politics, in morals and in religion let there be no gag law, no moving of the previous question, no persecution, no intolerance.

You know that the air and the water keep pure by constant circulation, and I think there is a tendency in religious discussion to purification and moral health. Between the fourth and the sixteenth centuries the church pro-

posed to make people think aright by prohibiting discussion, and by strong censorship of the press and rack and gibbet and hot lead down the throat tried to make people orthodox, but it was discovered that you cannot change a man's belief by twisting off his head nor make a man see differently by putting an awl through his eyes. There is something in a man's conscience which will hurl off the mountain that you threw upon it, and, unsinged of the fire, out of the flame will make red wings on which the martyr will mount to glory. In that time of which I speak, between the fourth and sixteenth centuries, people went from the house of God into the most appalling iniquity, and right along by consecrated altars there were tides of drunkenness and licentiousness such as the world never heard of, and the very sewers of perdition broke loose and flooded the church. After awhile the printing press was freed, and it broke the shackles of the human mind. Then there came a large number of bad books, and where there was one man hostile to the Christian religion there were 20 men ready to advocate it, so I have not any nervousness in regard to this battle going on between truth and error. The truth will conquer just as certainly as that God is stronger than the devil. Let error run if you only let truth run along with it. Urged on by skeptic's shout and transcendentalist's spur, let it run. God's angels of wrath are in hot pursuit, and quicker than eagle's beak clutches out a hawk's heart God's vengeance will tear it to pieces.

Religious Preference.

I propose to speak to you of sectarianism--its origin, its evils and its curse. There are those who would make us think that this monster, with horns and hoofs, is religion. I shall chase it to its hiding place and drag it out of the caverns of darkness and rip off its hide. But I want to make a distinction between bigotry and the lawful fondness for peculiar religious beliefs and forms of worship. I have no admiration for a nothingarian.

In a world of tremendous vicissitude and temptation, and with a soul that must after awhile stand before a throne of insufferable brightness, in a day when the rocking of the mountains and the flaming of the heavens and the upheaval of the seas shall be among the least of the excitements, to give account for every thought, word, action, prefer-

ence and dislike, that man is mad who has no religious preference. But our early education, or physical temperament, our mental constitution, will very much decide our form of worship. A style of psalmody that may please me may displease you. Some would like to have a minister in gown and bands and surplice, and others prefer to have a minister in plain citizen's apparel. Some are most impressed when a little child is presented at the altar and sprinkled of the waters of a holy benediction "in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost," and others are more impressed when the penitent come up out of the river, his garments dripping with the waters of a baptism which signifies the washing away of sin. Let either have his own way. One man likes no noise in prayer, not a word, not a whisper. Another man, just as good, prefers by gesticulation and exclamation to express his devotional aspirations. One is just as good as the other. "Every man full persuaded in his own mind."

George Whitefield was going over a Quaker rather roughly for some of his religious sentiments, and the Quaker said: "George, I am as thou art. I am for bringing all men to the hope of the gospel. Therefore, if thou will not quarrel with me about my broad brim, I will not quarrel with thee about thy black gown. George, give me thy hand."

A Cause of Bigotry. In tracing out the religion of sectarianism or bigotry I find that a great deal of it comes from wrong education in the home circle. There are parents who do not think it wrong to caricature and jeer the peculiar forms of religion in the world and denounce other sects and other denominations. It is very often the case that that kind of education acts just opposite to what was expected, and the children grow up, and after awhile go and see for themselves, and looking in those churches and find-

ing that the people are good there, and they love God and keep his com-

mandments, by natural reaction they go and join those very churches. I could mention the names of prominent minis-

ters of the gospel who spent their whole life bombarding other denominations, and who lived to see their children preach the gospel in those very denominations. But it is often the case that bigotry starts in a household, and that the subject of it never recovers. There are tens of thousands of bigots 10 years old. I think sectarianism and bigotry also rise from too great prominence of any one denomination in a community. All the other denominations are wrong, and his denomination is right because his denomination is the most wealthy, or the most popular, or the most influential, and it is "our" church, and "our" religious organization, and "our" choir, and "our" minister, and the man tosses his head and wants other denominations to know their places.

It is a great deal better in any community when the great denominations of Christians are about equal in power, marching side by side for the world's conquest. Mere outside prosperity, mere worldly power, is no evidence that the church is acceptable to God. Better a barn with Christ in the manger than a cathedral with magnificent harmonies rolling through the long drawn aisle and an angel from heaven in the pulpit if there be no Christ in the chancel and no Christ in the robes.

Bigotry the Child of Ignorance. Bigotry is often the child of ignorance. You seldom find a man with large intellect who is a bigot. It is the man who thinks he knows a great deal, but does not. That man is almost always a bigot. The whole tendency of education and civilization is to bring a man out of that kind of state of mind and heart.

There was in the far east a great obelisk, and one side of the obelisk was white, another side of the obelisk was green, another side of the obelisk was blue, and travelers went and looked at that obelisk, but they did not walk around it. One man looked at one side, another at another side, and they came home each one looking at only one side, and they happened to meet, the story says, and they got into a rank quarrel about the color of that obelisk. One man said it was white, another man said it was green, another man said it was blue, and when they were in the very heat of the controversy a more in-

telligent traveler came and said: "Gentlemen, I have seen that obelisk, and you are all right, and you are all wrong. Why didn't you walk all around the obelisk?" Look out for the man who sees only one side of a religious truth. Look out for the man who never walks around about these great theories of God and eternity and the dead. He will be a bigot inevitably--the man who only sees one side. There is no man more to be pitied than he who has in his head just one idea--no more, no less. More light, less sectarianism. There is nothing that can so soon kill bigotry as sunshine--God's sunshine!

So I have set before you what I consider to be the causes of bigotry. I have set before you the origin of this great evil. What are some of the baleful ef-

fects? First of all, it cripples investigation. You are wrong, and I am right, and that ends it. No taste for exploration, no spirit of investigation. From the glorious realm of God's truth, over which an archangel might fly from eternity to eternity and not reach the limit, the man shuts himself out and dies, a blind mole under a cornshock. It stops all investigation.

Wasted Ammunition. Another great damage done by the sectarianism and bigotry of the church is that it disgusts people with the Christian religion. Now, my friends, the church of God was never intended for a war barrack. People are afraid of a riot. You go down the street, and you see an excitement and missiles flying through the air, and you hear the shock of firearms. Do you, the peaceful and industrious citizen, go through that street? "Oh, no," you will say, "I'll go around the block." Now, men come and look upon this narrow path to heaven, and sometimes see the ecclesiastical brickbats flying every whither, and they said: "Well, I guess I'll take the broad road. There is so much sharpshooting on the narrow road I guess I'll try the broad road!"

Francis I so hated the Lutherans that he said that if he thought there was one drop of Lutheran blood in his veins he would puncture them and let that drop out. Just as long as there is so much hostility between denomination and denomination, or between one professed Christian and another, or between one church and another, so long men will be disgusted with the Christian religion and say, "If that is religion, I want none of it."

Again, bigotry and sectarianism do great damage in the fact that they hin-

der the triumph of the gospel. Oh, how much wasted ammunition, how many men of splendid intellect have given their whole life to controversial disputes when, if they had given their life to something practical, they might have been vastly useful! Suppose, while I speak, there were a common enemy coming up the bay, and all the forts around the harbor began to fire into each other, you would cry out: "Na-

tional suicide! Why don't those forts blaze away in one direction, and that against the common enemy?" And yet I sometimes see in the church of the Lord Jesus Christ a strange thing going on--church against church, minister against minister, denomination against denomination, firing away into their own fort, or the fort which ought to be on the same side, instead of concentrat-

ing their energy and giving one mighty and everlasting volley against the navies of darkness riding up through the bay!

Dangers of Intolerance.

What did intolerance accomplish against the Baptist church? If laughing scorn and tirade could have destroyed the church, it would not have today a disciple left. The Baptists were hurled out of Boston in olden times. Those who sympathized with them were im-

prisoned, and when a petition was offered asking leniency in their behalf all

the men who signed it were indicted. Has intolerance stopped the Baptist church? The last statistics in regard to it showed 25,000 churches and 3,000,-

000 communicants. Intolerance never put down anything.

In England a law was made against the Jew. England thrust back the Jew and thrust down the Jew and declared that no Jew should hold official position. What came of it? Were the Jews destroyed? Was their religion over-

thrown? No! Who became prime minister of England? Who was next to the throne? Who was higher than the throne because he was counselor and advisor? Disraeli, a Jew. What were we celebrating in all our churches as well as synagogues only a few years ago? The one hundredth birthday anni-

versary of Montefiore, the great Jewish philanthropist. Intolerance never yet put down anything.

But now, my friends, having shown you the origin of bigotry or sectarian-

ism, and having shown you the damage it does, I want to briefly show you how we are to war against this terrible evil, and I think we ought to begin our war by realizing our own weakness and our imperfections. If we make so many mistakes in the common affairs of life, is it not possible that we may make mistakes in regard to our religious affairs? Shall we take a man by the throat or by the collar because he cannot see religious truths just as we do?

In the light of eternity it will be found out, I think, there was something wrong in all our creeds and something right in all our creeds. But since we may make mistakes in regard to things of the world do not let us be so egotistic and so puffed up as to have an idea that we cannot make any mistake in regard to religious theories. And then, I think, we will do a great deal to overthrow the sectarianism from our heart and the sectarianism from the world by chiefly enlarging in those things in which we agree rather than those on which we differ.

Brothers Forever. Perhaps I might forcefully illustrate this truth by calling your attention to an incident which took place about 20 years ago. One Monday morning at about 2 o'clock, while her 900 passengers were sound asleep in her berths dreaming of home, the steamer Atlantic crashed into Mars Head. Five hundred souls in 10 minutes landed in eternity! Oh, what a scene! Agonized men and women running up and down the gang way and clutching for the rigging, and the plunge of the helpless steamer and the clapping of the hands of the merciless sea over the drowning and the dead threw two continents into terror. But see this brave quartermaster pushing out with the lifeline until he gets to the rock, and see these fishermen gathering up the shipwrecked and taking them into the cabins and wrapping

them in the flannels snug and warm, and see that minister of the gospel, with

three other men, getting into a lifeboat and pushing out for the wreck, pulling away across the surf and pulling away until they saved one more man, and then getting back with him to the shore.

Can those men ever forget that night, and can they ever forget their compan-

ionship in peril, companionship in struggle, companionship in awful catastrophe and rescue? Never! Never! In whatever part of the earth they meet they will be friends when they mention the story of that night when the Atlantic struck Mars Head. Well, my friends, our world has gone into a worse shipwreck.

Sin drove it on the rocks. The old ship has lurched and tossed in the tempest of 6,000 years. Out with the lifeline! I do not care what denomination carries it. Out with the lifeboat! I do not care what denomination rows it. Side by side, in the memory of common hardships, and common trials, and common prayers, and common tears, let us be brothers forever. We must be.

And I expect to see the day when all denominations of Christians shall join hands around the cross of Christ and recite the creed: "I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth, and Jesus Christ, and in the communion of saints, and in life everlasting. Amen!"

An Old Shoe an Unsafe Safe.

An old shoe containing six diamond rings and a brooch set with diamonds, valued in all at $400, was given away, with its mate, to a poorly dressed young man a few days ago, and now the Germantown police are looking for the man, the shoe and its contents. Mrs. Walter Leonard of Germantown was called to the door by a tramp, who asked for a pair of old shoes or some discarded men's clothing. She told the man to return later, when her husband would be home. The visitor called at the time set, and Mr. Leonard went to one of the upper rooms and took from one of the closets two pairs of trousers and two pairs of shoes and gave them to the visitor.

About a half hour later it dawned upon Mrs. Leonard that she had placed a portion of her jewelry in an old shoe belonging to her husband, and she went up stairs to ascertain if he had given the shoe away. She looked into the closet and found the shoe had disappeared. Her husband started in pursuit of the man, but was unable to find him. The jewelry had long been in the possession of the family. The Leonards are said to have had some experience with burglars and had adopted this plan of checkmating them.--Philadelphia Ledger.

As a Woman Sees Man.

A woman says that a man can take his life in his hand and go boldly into the trackless prairie to meet a herd of savage buffaloes, or he can traverse the horrors of

an African jungle without a shudder in his body. But he cannot enter a fancy woodshop to match a special hue without breaking into a violent perspiration and finally rushing away without fulfilling his task.--London Tit-Bits.

MEN AND THEIR MONEY.

One Writer Thinks You Can Read Character In the Handling of Money. If you want to know something about a man's character, watch how he handles his money. The generous, careless man carries his money loose in his pocket--copper, silver and gold all mixed up together--and when he is going to pay for anything he takes out

a handful and picks out the amount he requires. He seems to have no fear of robbery, for he is of a trustful disposition, and being perfectly honest himself thinks most others are like him.

Of course he is often cheated and imposed upon, yet he never entirely loses his faith in his fellow creatures. A fine nature is his--in fact, too fine to cope with the many greedy, grasping mortals that flood the world. The man who, if he has to pay a few pence, won't even take the trouble of counting out the amount in coppers, but throws down a piece of silver to be changed--and by the by he rarely counts his change--is a type of "a fool and his money is soon parted." Perhaps a love of display, almost inseparable from such a character, has something to do with this.

The careful man always carries a purse and keeps the gold, silver and copper in different compartments. A man like this never wastes his money. He values it as it ought to be valued, and, though not nig-

gardly, is determined to have his money's worth. He quite believes that "any fool can make money, but it takes a wise man to keep it," and he is right.

The mean man never lets you see what money he has. When he is going to pay for anything, he turns his back to you, clutches his money tightly, and, so to say, draws it out of his hand, placing the coins down one by one, for he is loath to part with them, even for necessaries. Such a man is not far removed from a miser, who rarely carries money about his person at all, unless it be sewn up in his clothes. Remember, the man who jingles his money in 90 cases out of 100 hasn't got much. A bunch of keys and a few coppers make a good deal of noise.--Philadelphia Times.

Who Was Born In Noah's Ark?

Occasionally a "would be smart Aleck" will ask the question, "What was the name of the person born in Noah's ark, and whose son was he?" If any of Noah's numerous progeny first saw the light of day while the ark was cruising over the mountain tops of Asia during those 40 semihistoric days which separate the antediluvian from the diluvian periods, it seems that it would be but a child's task to prove that fact. If you are of this opinion and have great confidence in your biblical knowledge before reading further, make a search of your library for the name of the "ark born man." First, you will find that your Bible does not even mention the occurrence and that your biblical handbooks are equally as silent. The Bible encyclopedias in my collection do not even give a hint of the fact of such a birth or of the name of the person thus born. "Lawson's Bible Cyclopedia" is especially rich in patriarchal biography, giving full "lines" of biblical characters of note and a supplementary "list of persons mentioned in the Scriptures of whom little is known," yet in all this vast array the "ark man's" name is not to be found.

In one of the six existing manuscripts of the "Ancient Saxon Chronicles," however, at the very end, I find the following, "Bedwig was the son of Shem, who was the son of Noah, and he, Bedwig, was born in the ark." In Herbert's "Nimrod" I find this reference to the "ark born man," "Kybek is the ark, and as Cush was begotten in the ark his posterity were, in a peculiar sense, descended from that ship." Several of the ancient writers speak of the Cushites as being the "ark begotten people."--St. Louis Republic.

Sly Marriages. There is one very important matter to which we desire our youthful readers to give heed. If you will try an interesting experiment, you will see what we mean and why we feel bound to utter a warning. Looking over the news columns of your paper some evening you discover that Mary Roe and John Doe were secretly married a week ago. Some reporter--and reporters are like corkscrews, for every time they turn round they find their way deeper into suspicious incidents--has run upon the fact --by accident--and instantly made it public. Now keep watch of the same columns for three months, and the chances are 90 to 1 that another event will have happened, namely, that Mr. and Mrs. Doe have had a pretty rough time of it for 90 days and that one of the parties has appealed to the courts for relief and release. There is a logical connection between a secret marriage and domestic misery which is almost as inevitable as the fall of a stone that is thrown into the air. If what you contemplate can't be done openly and before the whole world, it is not safe to do it at all. The God of nature has so arranged the universe that what is done secretly has a boomerang quality which is very disa-greeable.--New York Telegram.

The Color of Cigars.

Nearly every man who smokes thinks he knows a lot about tobacco and puts on wise airs about it. He will render a decision on

a 4 cent cigar with a gravity and a cock sureness that are worthy of a supreme court judge. But I fell in with an old hotel keeper the other day who said that this talk about brands and growths and all that was gammon and that most men were not able to tell whether they were smoking Connecticut seed leaf of straight Havana.

"But I supposed pure Havana was heavy and black," said I.

"That's where you're wrong again. It may be heavy, and it may not. I've struck Carolina stinkers that would make me blind. But as to blackness, that signifies nothing. These brands, claro, colorado and maduro, stand for light, medium and dark,

but that's all. They don't tell what the taste or strength is going to be. I've smoked black cigars that were mild and light ones that were strong. In making up a batch of claros, if the wrapper happens to be a lit-

tle dark the manufacturer will chuck it into a box of colorados or even maduros. It's all luck with what kind of cigar you're going to get."--Brooklyn Eagle.

Francis Marion's Sword.

While at the capitol in Columbia a few days ago a visitor saw the sword of Francis Marion. "It had parted company with its sheath; a part of the ivory hilt was gone; the blade was badly rust eaten. He was subsequently told that the clerks in the office of the secretary of state slice watermelons with it!" We should like to have Attorney General Townsend's opinion on this matter if the facts are as stated. It is true that

Marion's sword would last a long time, even if it were employed every summer to slice watermelons with, but that is scarcely a proper use to make of the old

weapon when a caseknife would serve just as well. If the secretary of state is a sure enough reformer, he might try his hand on the clerks in his office. As a matter of fact, there is no sword of General Francis Marion extant, at the statehouse or anywhere else.--Charleston News and Courier.

A Tender Hearted Girl.

The Gazette of Emporia, Kan., says there is a young lady in Emporia who cries herself to sleep every night of her life in the terrible fear that her beauty has broken some poor man's heart during the day.

A PSYCHOLOGICAL PHENOMENON.

The Peculiar Manner In Which Approxi-

mate Time May Be Ascertained.

Actual and repeated experiments have shown that the nearest hour of the day or night may be ascertained in the fol-

lowing curious way:

Make a small running loop in a piece of sewing thread about a foot in length,

place a shilling in this loop, see that the coin is accurately [?] by the thread and then draw the loop right up, so that

the shilling is firmly slung at one end of the thread. Put on a solid table a glass tumbler with a fairly wide mouth. Rest your right elbow on the table in a firm and easy position so as to avoid any shakiness in your hand, hold the other end of the thread between your first finger and the "ball" of your thumb--i.e., the fleshy top joint of the thumb--so that the thumb nail is undermost and a few inches above the middle of the mouth of the glass. Now, if you keep your hand quite steady, the movement of the coin, which is hanging inside the tumbler, will become less and less until the shilling is motionless. Then, in half a minute or so, a very slight and regular vibration will commence the coin oscillating from side to side like a pendulum and gradually increasing the length of movement until it gently strikes the sides of the glass. This strike goes on in the most regular and automatic way--first on one side of the glass and then on the other--until, say, eight strokes have been struck. The vibrations of the coin then diminish in length until the suspended shilling again becomes motionless and hangs in the middle of the tumbler. You look at your watch and find that 8 o'clock is the

nearest hour!

I have tried this over and over again, deliberately setting about the experiment without bias or any intention of influencing the swing of the coin and also being ignorant of the time, and when my hand has been steady the right time has invariably been struck. There is something very curious about this phenomenon; whether the thread is influenced by the pulse in the "ball" of the thumb or whether there is some un-

conscious transference of "intention" from the brain to the thread I do not know, but in any case the matter is sufficiently interesting to be worthy of a critical test by persons who will carefully, and without bias, carry out this singular experiment of telling the time.--London Tit-Bits.

A Possibility.

Girls are so much more clever as clerks than men that the male clerk is doomed to extinction like the dodo. The results are disastrous both to women and to men.

Every observer in cities must see that nearly all classes of clerical work are passing rapidly into the hands of young women. These young women enter the

offices with skillful fingers, winning manners, industrious ways and general aptness to write letters, keep books, count cash and discharge the multitudinous duties attaching to business life. They do their work satisfactorily and well.

Taken altogether they are neater, better behaved and quicker than young men. The result is that these bright young fellows, capable of doing excellent work, are forced to toil for long hours, often at night, for the munificent salary of $15 a month. After two or three years of hard and faithful service promotion to the $25 a month class is possible, while $35 to $50 is the outside figure to which a clerk may aspire if he exhibits special qualifications and sustained devotion to his task.

If the next 20 years witness the same relative increase in the number of working girls and women as has taken place since 1870 in this country and the United States, we shall see young men doing the housework and their sisters and mothers carrying on half the business of the land.--Canadian Magazine.

The Bachelor Girl.

A friend of mine (male), who is fussy, unreasonable and likes to argue, said to me the other day: "I wish you wouldn't call yourself a 'bachelor girl.' I don't like it. It sounds too masculine. What is a 'bachelor girl' anyway?"

"A fine institution," I replied, "a product of the times. I deny that she is masculine. More self reliant than the average woman and less dependent than most men, she is still feminine and never forgets the fact. She is always well dressed and well informed. Above all she is in-

dependent and fearless. Good nature always attends her, and she is not ashamed of a hearty laugh. She can appreciate a good joke, a good horse or a good picture. She will smoke a cigar-

ette before going to church on Sunday morning and criticise the sermon at dinner table with the keen logic of a doctor of metaphysics. She understands her own temperament and pays enough at-

tention to the laws of health to keep herself robust and wholesome. The 'bachelor girl' is not a man hater--no woman is--but she prefers companionship to flattery." My friend was overwhelmed at this burst of eloquence.

"I greet you," he said as he lifted his hat and passed on.--Miss Knickerbocker in New York Recorder.

No Bonnets In the Paris Opera House.

It will seem strange to the American woman, with her Declaration of Inde-

pendance traditions, to hear that the director of the French opera has assumed the authority to make a hard and fast

rule with respect to ladies' bonnets. Even small bonnets are forbidden altogether for the occupants of the pit stalls on Saturday, that being the only night when ladies are admitted to this part of the

house. Formerly the stalls at the French theater were invariably reserved for men only, but one after another their rules have relaxed, until the only one where it is retained absolutely is the Theater

Francais. Ever since the question of bonnets has been constantly mooted, but hitherto without any actual result, it being so much against the habit for ladies to appear in evening dress in such places that no one under the rank of an opera director could have ventured on their adopting it.--Paris Journal.

The End of a Careless Fisherman.

George Wiley of Jones county, Miss., went fishing. Friends after awhile found him hanging by one leg to a tree over Pearl river and very dead indeed. It was found that he had run his fishline over a limb and tied it to his leg for security. A 150 pound oarfish seized the hook and promptly pulled Mr. Wiley up holding him there until dead.--New York Recorder.

Soil in Egypt is tilled by exactly the same kind of plow as that used there 5,000 years ago. The furrows made are extremely shallow, and the clods are further broken up by a big wooden cudgel.

DISPLEASURES OF YACHTING.

Experiences That Possess None of the Charms That People Imagine.

One commonly thinks of yachting as the most delightful of summer pastimes, and the very word calls up visions of a "wet sheet, and a flowing sea, and a wind that follows fast," smells of salt things, and whistlings through the rigging, blue sky, white caps, driving clouds and all that sort of thing, to say nothing of the possibilities

of delightful companionship and the delicious unconventionality of meeting one's fellow men and women with all the formality and restraints of onshore life thrown off; no making talk or anything of that kind, but knocking about carelessly and easily in flannel suits and having "a real good time." Or, again, racing, with its excitements, and cruising, with its possibilities of adventure--as, for example,

cruising to Bar Harbor, where, it is well known, America's fairest daughters gather yearly, decked in their best, for the sole purpose of making Bar Harbor a Utopia and haven of rest for those who have plenty of money and go down to the sea in expensive yachts.

Such is the popular and accepted view of yachting, but there is another and gloomy side to the picture which the writer, who is sometimes inclined to growl, can set forth clearly in three distinct statements, with an open challenge to contradiction--first, that to "go and take a sail" in a small boat belonging to some one else and to sail aimlessly about on the open sea is "an awful

bore;" secondly, that to go as "amateur crew" on a rowing yacht under 60 feet long is not only a bore, but a hardship, and on yachts over 60 feet in length it is not cus-

tomary to have an "amateur crew," unless an occasional and almost always useless passenger can be considered such; and lastly, that cruising is a lottery absolutely de-

pendent on the weather. Fogs, calms, storms and head winds are quite as usual as free winds and sunshine.

Observe that nothing has been said about seasickness, which makes yachting impossible to so many.

There is no place on earth where the sun can strike down out of the sky and bleach and blister and sizzle as it can upon a yacht's deck. There is no place that can be hotter or more stuffy or more uncomfortable than a yacht's cabin on a hot day,

when there is no wind or when the wind is dead aft, and when it is rough, and the

water is driving across the yacht's deck in a sheet of white foam, and the crew are all huddled behind the shrouds, into which old oilskins have been stuffed to make a screen, and the man at the wheel has lifelines running from the main sheet to the main shrouds on either side of him to keep him from being washed overboard, and the

oilbags are hung to windward to keep the water from breaking, and the fire is out in the galley, and the cook has been scalded by the soup stock jumping out of the boiler, and the barometer is dropping like

mad, and the skylight leaks so that every wave which comes aboard sends bucketfuls of swash down into the cabin, and when every now and then a wave comes aboard and pounds down on her deck like a load of pig iron, and those below are shaken about like corn in a popper, and those on deck simply hold on and duck their heads --when such is the condition of affairs yachting would not be considered a pastime.

The delights of being "amateur crew" can be briefly summed up. They consist in lying flat on your face either in a hot sun or a pouring rain, and if you turn over having the owner shout at you: "Keep still! Do you think you're a wild elephant? You jarred her all over that time." Furthermore, all yachts are not rigged alike, and if the amateur crew is told at a critical point in the race--say just before rounding the leeward mark--to let go the spinnaker halyards and let the balloon jib halyards go instead, so that the whole sail goes over leeward, the remarks which will be made to him will be "unfit for publication." No, yachting is not all "beer and skit-tles."--Boston Transcript.

The Supreme Wish of the East.

To keep up the house and let not the family name be extinguished us the supreme wish in Japan. This is the immortality of the east. The house lives on; the individuals are but fragments of the house.

If there be no natural heir, adoption readily supplies the deficiency. The mag-

nificent scale on which adoption is prac-

ticed shows a foreigner at once that the

words "father," "son," can hardly have the same depth of meaning they have in

the English language.

"Why did Washington let his house die out?" was once asked me by a Japanese gentleman who couldn't conceive any rea-

son for such neglect. He thought our

great general might have adopted some one

to keep his house and name from perishing.

"How long has he lived there?" I asked once concerning a certain person. As "he" is one of the pronouns that had to be translated into the mental contents of my pupil's brain, he took it to mean "house," and replied, "Oh, he has been there 250 years."

"How long have you lived here?" I asked a merchant.

"Three hundred years," was the prompt reply, with a look of satisfaction at the

thought of his house having passed through 10 generations.--"Ethics of Confucius."

JOHN BROWER, Painter and Glazier. DEALER IN Lewis Bros. Pure White Lead, Lin seed Oil and Colors. First Quality Hard Oil and Varnishes. Roberts' Fire and Water Proof Paints. Pure Metallic Paints for Tin and Shingle Roofs (and no other should be used where rain water is caught for family use).

All brands of Ready Mixed Paints.

Window Glass of all kinds and patterns. Reference given. STORE ON ASBURY AVE

OCEAN CITY

N. J.

GILBERT & LAKE, House and Sign Painters.

RESIDENCE:

450 West Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J.

Jobbing promptly attended to. Estimates cheerfully given. Guarantee to do first-class work and use the best material. Orders left at Wm. Lake’s office, corner Sixth and Asbury avenue, will receive prompt attention.

C. THOMAS, NO. 108 MARKET STREET, PHILADELPHIA.

HEADQUARTERS OF SOUTH JERSEY FOR

FINE FAMILY GROCERIES.

ALWAYS THE FRESHEST AND BEST TO BE FOUND IN THE MARKET. Full Flavored Teas, Choice Brands of Coffee, Sugars of all Grades, Canned Fruits, Pickles, Spices, Raisins, Dried Beef, Butter and Lard. Hams of Best Quality, Weighed when Purchased by Customers. No Loss in Weight Charged to Purchasers.

Stop in and make selections from the best, largest and freshest stock in Philadelphia. Orders by mail promptly attended to and goods delivered free of charge at any railroad or steamboat in the city.

LOW PRICES. Satisfaction Gauranteed. [sic]

Fiddling For a Howling Man.

Once Cherubini had to figure in the role of a fiddler in spite of himself. In the stormy days of 1792 it was a perilous experiment to walk the streets of Paris. During an occasion of more than ordinary excitement the composer of "Les Deux Jour-

nees, Medec," etc., fell into the hands of a band of sansculottes who were roving about seeking musicians to conduct their chants.

To them it was a special gratification to compel the talent that had formerly delighted royalty to minister now to their own gratification. On Cherubini firmly refusing to lead them a low murmur ran through the crowd, and the fatal words, "The Royalist, Royalist" went up. At this critical moment one of Cherubini's friends--also a kidnapped musician--seeing his imminent danger, thrust a violin into his unwilling hands and bade him head the mob. The whole day these two musicians accompanied the hoarse and over-

powering yells of the revolutionary horde, and when at last a halt was made in a public square, where a banquet took place, Cherubini and his friend had to mount empty barrels and play till the feasting was over.--Gentleman's Magazine.

OCEAN CITY. A Moral Seaside Resort. Not Excelled as a Health Restorer.

Finest facilities for FISHING,

Sailing, gunning, etc.

The Liquor Traffic and its kindred evils are forever prohibited by deed. Every lover of Temperance and Morals should combine to help us.

Water Supply, Railroad, Steamboats And all other Modern Conveniences.

W. L. DOUGLAS

$3 SHOE

IS THE BEST. NO SQUEAKING.

$5. CORDOVAN, FRENCH & ENAMELLED CALF. $4, $5.50 FINE CALF & KANGAROO. $3.50 POLICE, 3 SOLES. $2.50, $2. WORKINGMEN'S EXTRA FINE. $2, $1.75 BOYS' SCHOOL SHOES. LADIES $3, $2.50, $2, $1.75 BEST DONGOLA. SEND FOR CATALOGUES, W. L. DOUGLAS, BROCKTON, MASS.

You can save money by purchasing W. L. Douglas Shoes. Because, we are the largest manufacturers of advertised shoes in the world, and guarantee the value by stamping the name and price on the bottom, which protects you against high prices and the middleman's profits. Our shoes equal custom work in style, easy fitting and wearing qualities. We have them sold everywhere at lower prices for the value given than any other make. Take no substitute. If your dealer cannot supply you, we can. Sold by Dealer, whose name will shortly appear. Agent wanted, apply at once.

Thousands of lots for sale at various prices, located in all parts of the city. For information apply to

E. B. LAKE, Secretary, Ocean City Asso'n, SIXTH ST. & ASBURY AVE.