JOYS OF RELIGION. DR. TALMAGE FINDS INFINITE PLEASURE IN CHRIST'S SERVICE. He Deprecates Overmuch Hairsplitting Theology--A Good Man, a Good Woman, the Best Arguments In Behalf of Christianity--The Power of Prayer. BROOKLYN, Sept. 16.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is still absent on his round the world tour, has selected as the subject of his sermon through the press for today "Holy Compulsion," the text being Luke xiv, 23, "And compel them

to come in."

The plainest people in our day have luxuries which the kings and queens of olden times never imagined. I walked up and down the stairs of Holyrood pal-ace--a palace that was considered one of the wonders of the world--and I said, "Can it be possible that this is all there was of this reputed wonderful place?" And this is the case in many other instances. There are fruits in Westchester county and on Long Island farms far better than the pomegranates and apricots of Bible times. Through all the ages there have been scenes of festivity and the wealthy man of my text [?]ns a great entertainment and invites his friends. If one builds a beautiful home, he wants his acquaintances

to come and enjoy it. If one buys an

exquisite picture, he wants his friends to come and appreciate it, and it was a

laudable thing when the wealthy man

of my text, happy himself, wanted to make other people happy. And so the invitations went out, but something went very much wrong. You can imagine the embarrassment of any one who has provided a grand feast when he finds out that the guests invited do not intend to come. There is nothing that so provokes the master of the feast as that.

Well, these people invited to this great banquet of the text made most frivolous excuses. The fact was, I suppose, that some of them were offended that this man had succeeded so much better in the world than they had. There are people in all occupations and professions who consider it a wrong to them that anyone else is advanced. I suppose these people invited to the feast said among themselves: "We are not going to administer to that man's van-

ity. He is proud enough now. We won't go. Besides that we could all give parties if we made our money the way that man makes his."

So when the messengers went out with the invitations there was a unan-

imous refusal. One man said, "Oh, I have bought a farm, and I must go and look at it." He was a land speculator and had no business to buy land until he knew about it. A frivolous excuse.

Another man said, "I have bought five yoke of oxen." The probability is that he was a speculator in live stock. He ought to have known about the oxen before he bought them. Besides that, if he had been very anxious to get to the feast, he could have hooked them up and driven them on the road there. Another

frivolous excuse. Another man said, "Oh, I have married a wife, and I can't come," when if he had said to his wife, "I have an invitation to a splendid din-

ner. It is highly complimentary to me. I should very much like to go. Will you go along with me?" she would have said, "To be sure, I will go." Another frivolous excuse. The fact was that they did not want to go.

Bring In the Lowly.

"Now," said the great man of the feast, "I will not be defeated in this manner. I have with an honest purpose provided a banquet, and there are scores of people who would like to come if they were only invited. Here, my man,

here; you go out, and when you find a blind man give him your arm and fetch him in, and when you find a lame man give him a crutch and fetch him in, and when you find a poor man tell him that there is a plate for him in my mansion, and when you find some one who is so ragged and wretched that he has never been invited anywhere then by the kindest tenderness and in the most loving invitation any one ever had compel him to come in."

Oh, my friends, it requires no acuteness on my part or on your part to see in all this affair that religion is a banquet. The table was set in Palestine a good many years ago, and the disciples gathered around it, and they thought they would have a good time all by themselves, but while they sat by this table the leaves began to grow and spread, and one leaf went to the east and another leaf went to the west until

the whole earth was covered with them, and the clusters from heaven-

ly vineyard were piled up on the board, and the trumpets and harps of eternity made up the orchestra, and as this wine of God is pressed to the lips of a sinning, bleeding, suffering, dying, groaning world a voice breaks from the heavens, saying, "Drink, O friends. Yea, drink, O beloved!" O blessed Lord Jesus, the best friend I ever had, the best friend any man ever had, was there ever such a table? Was there ever such a banquet?

From the cross uplifted high, Where the Saviour deigns to die, What melodious sounds I hear Bursting on the ravished ear! Heaven's redeeming work is done, Come, and welcome, sinner, come.

Religion is a joyous thing. I do not want to hear anybody talk about religion as though it were a funeral. I do not want anybody to whine in the prayer meeting about the kingdom of God.

I do not want any man to roll up his eyes, giving in that way evidence of his sanctity. The men and women of God whom I happen to know for the most part find religion a great joy. It is exhilaration to the body. It is invig-

oration to the mind. It is rapture to the soul. It is balm for all wounds. It is light for all darkness. It is harbor from all storms, and though God knows that some of them have trouble enough now, they rejoice because they are on their way to the congratulations eternal.

Universal Brotherhood. Oh, the Lord God has many fair and beautiful daughters, but the fairest of them all is she whose ways are pleasant-

ness and whose paths are peace. Now, my brothers and sisters--for I have a right to call you all so--I know some people look back on their ancestral line, and they see they are descended from the Puritans or the Huguenots, and they rejoice in that, but I look back on my ancestral line, and I see therein such a mingling and mixture of the blood of all nationalities that I feel akin to all the world, and by the blood of the Son

of God, who died for all people, I address you in the bonds of universal brotherhood.

I come out as only a servant bringing an invitation to a party, and I put it into your hand, saying, "Come, for all things are now ready," and I urge it upon you and continue to urge it, and before I get through I hope, by the blessing of God, to compel you to come in.

We must take care how we give the invitation. My Christian friends, I think sometimes we have just gone opposite to Christ's command, and we have compelled people to stay out. Some-

times our elaborated instructions have been the hindrance. We graduate from our theological seminaries on stilts, and it takes five or six years before we can come down and stand right beside the great masses of the people, learning their joys, sorrows, victories, defeats.

We get our heads so brimful of theological wisdom that we have to stand very straight lest they spill over. Now, what do the great masses of the people care about the technicalities of religion!

What do they care about the hyperstatic union or the difference between sublapsarian and supralasarian? What do they care for your profound explanations, clear as a London fog? When a man is drowning, he does not want you to stand by the dock and describe the nature of the water into which he has fallen and tell him there are two parts hydrogen gas and one of oxygen gas, with a common density of 39 F., turning to steam under a common atmospheric pressure of 212. He does not want a chemical lecture on water. He wants a rope.

Gone Metaphysics Mad. Oh, my friends, the curse of God on the church, it seems to me, in this day is metaphysics. We speak in an unknown tongue in our Sabbath schools, and in our religious assemblages, and in our pulpits, and how can people be saved unless they can understand us? We put on our official gowns, and we think the two silk balloons flapping at the elbows of a preacher give him great sanctity. The river of God's truth flows down before us pure and clear as crystal, but we take our theological stick and stir it up and stir it up until you cannot see the bottom. Oh, for the simplicity of Christ in all our instructions--the simplicity he practiced when standing among the people he took a lily and said, "There is a lesson of the manner I will clothe you," and pointing to a raven said, "There is a lesson of the way I will feed you. Consider the lilies--behold the fowls."

I think often in our religious instruc-

tions we compel the people to stay out

by our church architecture. People come

in, and they find things angular and cold and stiff, and they go away, never again to come, when the church ought to be a great home circle, everybody having a hymnbook, giving half of it to the one

next him; every one who has a hand to shake hands shaking hands--the church architecture and the church surroundings saying to the people, "Come in and be at home." Instead of that, I think all these surroundings often compel the peo-

ple to stay out. Now, let us all repent of our sins and begin on the other track and by our heartiness of affection and warmth of manner and imploration of the spirit of God compel the people to come in. How shall we lead sinners to accept the Lord's invitation? I think we must certainly begin by a holy life. We

must be better men, better women, before we can compel the people to come into the kingdom of Jesus Christ. There are fine essays being written in this day about science and religion. I tell you the best argument in behalf of our holy Christianity. It is a good man, a good woman, a life all consecrated to Christ.

No infidel can answer it. Oh, let us by a holy example compel the people to come in!

The Safe Path. I read of a minister of the gospel who was very fond of climbing among the Swiss mountains. One day he was climb-

ing among very dangerous places and thought himself all alone when he heard a voice beneath him say: "Father, look out for the safe path; I am following."

And he looked back, and he saw that he was climbing not only for himself, but climbing for his boy. Oh, let us be sure and take the safe path! Our children are following; our partners in business are following; our neighbors are following; a great multitude stepping right on in our steps. Oh, be sure and take the right path! Exhibit a Christian example and so by your godly walk compel the people to come in.

I think there is work also in the way of kindly admonition. I do not believe there is a person in this house who, if approached in a kindly and brotherly manner, would refuse to listen. If you are rebuffed, it is because you lack in tact and common sense. But, oh, how much effectiev work there is in the way of kindly admonition! There are thousands of men all around about you who have never had one personal invitation to the cross. Give that one an invitation, and you would be surprised at the alacrity with which they would accept it.

I have a friend, a Christian physi-

cian, who one day became very anxious about the salvation of a brother physi-

cian, and so he left his office, went down to this man's office and said, "Is the doctor in?" "No," replied the young man waiting. "The doctor is not in." "Well," said this physician, "when he comes in, tell him I called and give him my Christian love." This

worldly doctor came home after awhile, and the message was given to him, and he said within himself, "What does he mean by leaving his Christian love for me?" And he became very much awakened and stirred in spirit, and he said after awhile, "Why, that man must mean my soul," and he went into his back office, knelt down and began to pray. Then he took his hat and went

out to the office of this Christian physician and said, "What can I do to be saved?" and the two doctors knelt in the office and commended their souls to God. All the means used in that case was only the voice of one good man, saying, "Give my Christian love to the doctor." The voice of kindly admoni-

tion. Have you uttered it today? Will you utter it tomorrow? Will you utter it now? Compel them to come in.

I think there is a great work also to be done in the way of prayer. If we had faith enough today, we could go before God and ask for the salvation of all the people in our churches, and they would all be saved there and then without a single exception. There might be pro-

fessional men there, political men there, worldly men there, men who had not heard the gospel for 20 years, men who are prejudiced against the preachers,

men who are prejudiced against the music, men who are prejudiced against the church, men who are prejudiced against God--I do not care--they might be brought in by fervent prayer--you would compel them to come in.

Earnest Prayer.

Oh, for such an earnest prayer! People of God, lay hold of the horns of the altar now and supplicate the salvation of all those who sit in the same pew with you--yea, the redemption of all who sit in your churches.

I tell you today, my friends, of a great salvation. Do you understand what it is to have a Saviour? He took your place. He bore your sins. He wept

your sorrows. He is here now to save your soul. A soldier, worn out in his country's service, took to the violin as a mode of earning his living. He was found in the streets of Vienna playing his violin, but after awhile his hand became feeble and tremulous, and he could no more make music. One day, while he sat there weeping, a man passed

along and said: "My friend, you are too old and too feeble. Give me your violin." And he took the man's violin and began to discourse most exquisite music, and the people gathered around in larger and larger multitudes, and the aged man held his hat, and the coin poured in and poured in until the hat was full.

"Now," said the man who was play-

ing the violin, "put that coin in your

pockets." The coin was put in the old man's pockets. Then he held his hat again, and the violinist played more sweetly than ever and played until some of the people wept and some shouted. And again the hat was filled with coin. Then the violinist dropped the instrument and passed off, and the whisper

went, "Who is it, who is it?" and some one just entering the crowd said: "Why, that is Bucher, the great violinist, known

all though the realm. Yes, that is the great violinist." The fact was, he had just taken that man's place, and assumed his poverty, and borne his burden, and played his music, and earned his livelihood, and made sacrifice for the poor old man. So the Lord Jesus Christ comes down, and he finds us in our spiritual penury, and across the broken strings of his own broken heart he strikes a strain of infinite music which wins the attention of earth and heaven. He takes our poverty. He plays our music. He weeps our sorrow. He dies our death. A sacrifice for you, a sacrifice for me.

Oh, will you accept this sacrifice now? I do not single out this and that man and this and that woman. But I

say all may come. The sacrifice is so great all may be saved. Does it not seem

to you as if heaven was very near? I can feel its breath on my cheek. God is

near. Christ is near. The Holy Spirit is near. Ministering angels are near, your glorified kindred in heaven near, your Christian father near, your glori-

fied mother near, your departed children near. Your redemption is near.

Fun With Sea Turtles. "I am reminded," said an old coasting captain, "of an experience I once had with sea turtles on the edge of the gulf stream, about 60 miles from Hatteras. I was part owner and captain of the Mary Lyle at that time and was coming up from Savannah with a half cargo of rice, when one morning the lookout yelled to me to come up on deck and look at the sea turtles. When I got up and looked over the rail, the whole ocean, as far as I could see ahead of us, was covered with turtles. They were tremendous fellows and were paddling along lazily in the opposite direction to that in which we were going.

"It didn't take us long to rig up a windlass and tackle and begin pulling some of the old fellows aboard. We picked the biggest, as they came, and in the course of three hours we had caught 26, about all that we could

handily dispose of about the ship. Only nine of them lived until we reached New York, and we sold them for good prices. The shell of one that weighed 470 pounds is now in front of an eating house on Houston street, New York. I would hate to say how many turtles were in sight of the Mary Lyle that day for fear somebody might think I was fish yarning, but they came by us steadily for five hours, and when we got well into the school it extended as far as the eye could reach on all sides, and there was a turtle to about every 40 square feet of water, and I didn't see one that weighed less than 150 pounds." --Washington Star.

FAIR NEW ZEALAND. VISITED BY DR. TALMAGE IN HIS TRIP AROUND THE WORLD. Some of the Many Pleasing Surprises--Suc-cess of Woman Suffrage--A Bishop's Explanation of a Famous "Blunder"--Grand Reception to the Brooklyn Divine. [Copyright, Louis Klopsch, 1894.] DUNEDIN, New Zealand, July 20.--The angels of night were descending from the evening skies and ascending from the waves of the Pacific and riding down in black chariot of shadow from the mountains of New Zealand as we approached the harbor of Auckland, and the lighthouse on the rocks held up its great torch to keep us off the reefs and to show us the way to safe wharfage, seeming to say: "Yonder is a path of waves! Ride into peace! Accept the welcome of this island!" It was half past 7 o'clock when the great screw of our steamer ceased to swirl the waters, and the gangplank

was lowered, and we descended to the firm land, our name called as we heard it spoken by a multitude who were there to greet us. Strange sensation was it 10,000 miles from home to hear our name pronounced by those whose faces

we had never seen before, and whose faces could be only dimly seen now by the lanterns on the docks and the lights of our ship, just halted after a long voyage. What made the night more memorable was that I was suddenly informed at 8 o'clock I was to lecture in their hall, and 30 minutes was short time to allow a poor sailor like myself to get physical and mental equipoise after 21 days' pitching. But at 8 o'clock I was ready and confronted a throng of people cordial and genial as any one ever saluted from platform or pulpit.

I told how for many days I had been looking off on a great ocean of ipecac, but that I had not wanted, as many say under such circumstances, to be thrown overboard, and that I did not think any one ever did want to be thrown over-

board, and reminded them of the seasick voyager who said he wished to be thrown into the sea, and the captain had a sailor dash on him a pailful of cold ocean water, and when the soaked and shivering man protested and asked the captain what he meant by such an insult the captain replied, "You wanted to be thrown overboard, and I thought I would let you try how you liked a bucket of the water before you took the whole ocean."

Never so glad were we to stand on firm land as the night of our arrival at Auckland. Wondrous New Zealand!

Few people realize how it was discovered. They tell us of Captain Cook and of Dutch navigators, but all the islands of the South sea as well as this immense New Zealand were discovered as a result of the effort to watch the transit of Venus over the sun's disk from the South seas. The Royal society sent out ships for this purpose, and Captain Cook

and the astronomers and botanists who accompanied him on his voyage were only the agents of science. How the in-

terests of this world are linked with the behavior of other worlds, and how the fact mentioned suggests that most of the valuable things known in this world

have been found out while looking for something else, and what sublimity all this gives to the work of the explorer, the transit of Venus an island of light, resulting in the transit of many islands from the unknown into the well known.

But the prowess of such men can never be fully appreciated. The sea captain who puts out in this day of charts and navigating apparatus with a ship of 10,-

000 tones for another hemisphere, daring typhoons and cyclones, strange currents and hidden rocks, must be a brave man, but who can measure the courage of Cabot or Marco Polo or Captain Cook sailing out into unknown seas, across wildernesses of water that have never been mapped, in ships of 200 tons, dis-

covering rocks only by running upon them and met on shore by savages ready to scalp or roast them!

These challengers of tempest and can-

nibalism and oceanic horror must have had nerve and valor beyond that of any other heroes. Such men set New Zea-

land as a gem into the crown of the world's geography. To me and to most people who come here New Zealand is a splendid surprise. We have all ready so much about the superstitious and out-

rageous cruelty of this land in other times that we are startled on arriving here to find more churches in New Zea-

land than in America in proportion to the number of the population. In one village that I visited since coming here I find eight churches to a population of 3,000

people. There are too many churches in many places in New Zealand, and they jostle each other and contend for right of possession, hindering each other and half starving many of their ministers, as is sure to be the case when there are too many churches, and consequently not enough support for every one of them.

Another surprise to me is that female suffrage is in full blast. I found elegant ladies telling of their experience at the

ballot box, and I hereby report to the American ladies now moving for the right of female suffrage that New Zea-

land is clear ahead of them, and that the experiment has been made here successfully. Instead of the ballot box de-

grading women, woman is here elevat-

ing the ballot box, and why in New Zealand or America or anywhere else should man be so afraid to let woman have a vote, as though man himself had made such a grand use of it? Look at the il-

literates and the incompetents who have been elected to office and see how poorly the masculine have exercised the right

of suffrage. Look at the governments of nine-tenths of the American cities and see what work the ballot box has

done in the possession of man. Man at the ballot box is a failure. Give woman a chance. I am not clear that governmental affairs will be made any better by the change, but they cannot be any worse. New Zealand has tried it. Let England and America try it.

It is often said in America that if women had the right to vote they would not exercise it. For the refutation of

that theory I put the fact that in the last election in New Zealand, of 109,000 women who registered 90,000 have voted, while of the 193,000 men who registered only 129,000 have voted. This

ratio shoes that women are more anxiious to vote than men. Perhaps women will yet save politics. I know the charge that she is responsible for the ruin of her race, since she first ate the forbidden fruit in paradise, but I think there is a chapter in that matter of

Edenic fruit not written. I think that Adam when he saw Eve eating that ap-

ple asked for a bite, and getting it into his possession ate the most of it, and he immediately shook the tree for more apples and has been eating ever since. If woman did first transgress, I cannot forget that she introduced into the world the only being who has ever done much toward saving it. Woman has started for suffrage, and she is a determined and persevering creature, and

she will keep on until she gets it. She may yet decide the elections in England and elect presidents for the United States, as already she is busy in the po-

litical affairs of New Zealand. I was surprised also in these regions to find how warmly loyal they are to old England. I had heard that they had become somewhat impatient of their governmental mother. But this is not so.

They practically have things their own way, electing their own parliament, and all governors sent out from the old country are such men as are agreeable, and the people are required to pay no tax to the British crown, and they are in good humor with the British flag.

I addressed an audience last night, on my right hand the United States flag, on

my left the English flag, and you ought to have heard them shout when at the beginning of my address I said, "When in my church at home I pray for the president of the United States, I am very apt to add God save the queen."

Many of the streets of New Zealand cities are called after the generals and prime ministers of Great Britain, and Wellington and Palmerston and Gladstone are the names of great thorough-

fares. New Zealand feels the financial depression very much as the whole world at this time seems suffering an

epidemic. Indeed the world is now a compressed and interlocked affair. Out of the hold of our ship arriving in New Zealand were lifted rakes, fowls and

various agricultural implements of American manufacture. Today all New Zealand is rejoicing that the American congress has put wool on the free list, and the value of the sheep on all these hillsides is augmented.

Among our most interesting hours in New Zealand were those spent at the bishop's house in Auckland. Lord Bishop Cowie is a man of marvelous at-

tractiveness, and his home is an enchantment, adorned with many curios which he brought from India when he

served as a chaplain during that war which interests and appalls the world with its tales of mutiny. While chaplain he rode with Sir Colin Campbell and his historical host for the capture of Lucknow, that city whose name will stand in the literature of all ages as the synonym for sepoy atrocities and womanly fortitude and Christian heroics. He

told us most graphically how the wom-

en waiting for death at Lucknow tore up their underclothes to make bandages for the wounds of the soldiers, and that when at last these women were rescued they appeared in the brilliant dress of the ballroom, these dresses formerly worn by the convivial having been suddenly come upon, and when the wives and daughters of missionaries and Christian merchants had nothing else to wear.

Lord Bishop Cowie also had on his walls pictures of some of the most stir-

ring scenes of the Russian war with which the military friends of the bishop

had been cognizant. Here is a pictured scene where there was no retreat for the

English, and yet their standing firm seemed certain destruction, and their

general cried out: "Men, there is no retreat from this place. You will die here!" and the men replied, "Aye, aye, we are ready to do that!" And yonder another pictured scene of Balaklava after the famous charge of the 600, and the commander said to the few men who had got back from the awful charge,

"Men, it was a mad brained trick," and they replied, "Never mind, general; we

would do it again." The bishop's walls in other places were made interesting by swords, belts and torn insignia of battle from the fields of India, and all the more interesting because we expect in our journey around the world to visit Lucknow and Cawnpur and Delhi and many of the chief places made immortal by the struggle between British valor and sepoy infamy.

And here from the bishop's own words I got a satisfactory answer to a question I have asked many times, but for which I never received a satisfactory

answer. I said: "Your lordship knew the chief men of Balaklava, and will

you please explain to me what I have never been able to find out, and to which Tennyson makes reference in his 'Charge of the Light Brigade,' and in that line where he says, 'Some one had blundered?' Do you know and will you tell me exactly what that blunder was?"

He said, "I can and I will." Then the bishop illustrated with knives and forks

and napkin rings on the dining table the position of the English guns, the Russian guns and the troops. He demonstrated to me plainly what the mili-

tary blunder was that caused the dash and havoc of that cavalry regiment whose click of spurs and clatter of hoofs and jingle of bits and spurts of blood you hear in the poet laureate's battle hymn. Here was the line of the English guns not very well defended, and yon-

der was the line of Russian guns backed by the whole Russian army. The order was given to the cavalry regiment to

take care of those English guns and keep them from being taken by the Russians,

and the command was, "Take care of those English guns!" But the words were misunderstood, and it was supposed that the order was to capture the Rus-

sian artillery. Instead of the command, "Take care of those English guns!" it was thought the command was, "Take those Russian guns!" For that ghastly

and horrible assault of the impossible the riders plunged their spurs and headed their horses into certain death. At last I had positive information as to what the blunder at Balaklava was. At Edinburgh years ago I asked one of the soldiers who rode in that charge the same question, but even he, a participant in the scenes of that fiery day, could not tell me just what the blunder was.

Now I have at last not only told in stirring words of a natural orator and magnetic talker, but on the dining table of the lord bishop of Auckland I had it set out before the eye, dramatized and demonstrated by the cutlery on the

white table cloth, but instead of the steel bayonets the silver folks of a beautiful repast, and instead of the sharp swords of death knives for bread guns of destruction the napkin rings of a hospitality the memory of which shall be bright and fresh as long as I remem-

ber this visit to New Zealand. T. DE WITT TALMAGE.

ODDS AND ENDS.

It takes 1,500,000 men to work the world's coal mines. The United States and Australia are nearly equal in area. A single trip of an ocean steamer requires $7,000 worth of coal. A secret, like an oyster, cannot be kept too close, for the moment it is opened it ceases to exist.

The Russian authorities have forbidden the publication of marriage offers in the newspapers.

The Mount Vernon association holds the key of the Bastile presented to Washington by Lafayette. On the body of a notorious brigand recently killed in Turkey was found £4,000 and a notebook which showed he had murdered 192 men.

A New York cat, whose teeth had been kicked out by a ruffian, had a false set made for it by a dentist and wears them comfortably.

China is about to establish a postal system, beginning with the seaports. It is hoped that within 10 years it will be extended throughout the empire.

The most skilled workman in New York is an operative whose business it is to make the lenses of astronomical instruments. This man has but one eye.

Drummers are to be attached to the Paris police. When riots are apprehended, the beating of the police drum will be equivalent to reading the riot act.

The official organ of the Vatican has denied that the pope owns several millions of dollars worth of land in London from which he derives a princely income. Queen Victoria now rules a population of 307,000,000--a larger number than ever acknowledged the sovereignty of any other person in ancient or modern times.

The "goober" industry of Norfolk is unique. Here is a little city in Virginia that has become the greatest distributing center of peanuts in the world. A peanut is a pretty small item, but an annual crop of something like 5,000,000 bushels, worth millions of dollars, makes a pretty big item.

Frank T. Starr writes to the New York Sun: "I see a great deal in the newspapers about little Esther Cleveland being the first baby ever born in the White House. How about James Appleton Pierce, son of Franklin and Jane Means Appleton Pierce, born in

the White House, Washington, April 12, 1853; died March 4, 1854?"

Wire Wound Pipes. An important change is to be noted in engineering practice--namely, that of winding steam pipes over 8 inches in diameter with three-sixteenths inch copper wire, thus nearly doubling the bursting pressure, in the case of merchant steamers using high pressure steam. It is found that, as with the wire wound gun, wire of square section coiled round the pipe under tension adds enormously to the strength, and the results of some tests have showed that a wired pipe stands just about the pressure it ought to have stood when unwired had the copper not been injured in the brazing. To obviate the risks of careless brazing and enable the thickness of sheet copper forming the pipe to be reduced to a minimum, at the same time that full advantages of wire winding is secured, an improved system of manufacturing steam pipes has been devised--forming even a closer analogy to the wire gun than the usual system of wire winding --and consists in using copper of the thinnest practicable guage [sic] to form the interior to the core of the pipe. The body of the pipe proper is comprised of steel wire wound closely around the core, the interstices being filled in solid with copper by a new system of copper electro deposition.--New York Sun.

Six Cameras In One. A sextuple photographic telescope has just been completed for the Yale observatories which may revolutionize the present astronomical methods and lead to valuable new discoveries. Having six cameras instead of one, the new telescope can cover a field in the sky equal to that which would be occupied by 2,400 full moons. With this wonderful gain of perspective not only does it seem probably that it may reveal new facts relating to meteoric heights, but that it may cast new light upon the moon as a living world. Enlargement of the negatives of the Lick observatory revealed last year the existence of a new lunar

crater, and the Arequipa observatory has discovered evidences of actual phys-

ical change.--Buffalo Commercial.

A Mecca Caravan Seized by Arabs.

Hag Ahmet-el-Assal, a pilgrim lately returned from the Mecca pilgrimage, has been narrating the terrible experiences of his party to the editor of a native Egyptian paper called The Mokattam. The pilgrim, whose respectability

is vouched for, we are told, by an Egyp-

tian sheik who is greatly respected in

Cairo, declares that on returning from Mecca, the "rafilat," or detachment of the caravan to which he belonged, and which was composed of about 700 camels, left Bir-Said at daybreak and halted at sunset at the foot of a mountain, on

the road to Yamboo.

A few minutes after arriving there the rafilat, composed of men, women and children, found themselves attacked by Bedouins of the desert, who attacked them with the utmost savagery, slaying and maiming the men of the party. The hot, dry sand was wet with blood. Some of the women, after being robbed of their clothes and valuables, were left to their fate. The younger and better looking ones were carried off as slaves. With great difficulty the narrator of these facts

escaped with his life.

The poor pilgrims so cruelly outraged had actually paid 6 piasters each and 20 piasters each for their camels to the governor of Medina to secure his protection against the Bedouins. The conclusion drawn by the Egyptian paper is that the Ottoman government is not really master of Arabia, but that it leaves the sheiks absolutely free to rob and plunder, provided they profess a nominal allegiance.

JOHN BROWER, Painter and Glazier.

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One Woman Has Her Say.

The lords of creation are so convinced of their competence to manage all sorts and conditions of affairs that it is often a surprise to them that their womankind resent their intervention in matters

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children would be well disciplined, the servants obedient, the household bills

reduced by half and the whole estab-

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general confusion and irritation, which

lasts until the house mother again gathers up the reigns of power, dismisses her ill advised assistant to the more appropriate employment of his business or his sport. The reasons for the failure of masculine interference are not difficult to discover. A man's mind is quite unfitted for the ever varying minutiae of housekeeping. He cannot understand that

the routine of an office or barracks is impossible in a family chiefly composed of

women, and that the only way to secure domestic peace is not to attempt rigid discipline, but to exercise tact and forbearance, adapting general rules to particular cases.--New York Commercial

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