THE LOOKING GLASS. DR. TALMAGE'S LESSONS FROM THE JEWISH TABERNACLE. The Doctrine of Man's Need of a Redeemer Is Referred to In Every Part of the Old Testament as Well as the New.

BROOKLYN, Oct. 28.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who has left India and is now on his homeward journey, has selected as the subject of his sermon today through the press "The Looking Glass," his text being Exodus xxxviii, 8, "And he made the laver of brass, and the foot of it was of brass, of the looking glasses of the women assembling." We often hear about the gospel in John, and the gospel in Luke, and the gospel in Matthew, but there is just as surely a gospel of Moses, and a gospel of Jeremiah, and a gospel of David. In other words, Christ is as certainly to be found in the Old Testament as in the New. When the Israelites were marching through the wilderness, they carried their church with them. They called it the tabernacle. It was a pitched tent, very costly, very beautiful. The framework was made of 48 boards of [?] wood set in sockets of silver. The curtains of the place were purple and scarlet and blue and fine linen and were hung with most artistic loops. The candlestick of that tabernacle had shaft and branch and bowl of solid gold, and the figures of cherubim that stood there had wings of gold, and there were lamps of gold, and snuffers of gold, and tongs of gold, and rings of gold, so that skepticism has sometimes asked, Where did all that precious material come from? It is not my place to furnish the precious stones. It is only to tell that they were there.

The Laver of Cleansing.

I wish now more especially to speak of the laver that was built in the midst of that ancient tabernacle. It was a great basin from which the priests washed their hands and feet. The water came down from the basin in spouts and passed away after the cleansing. This laver or basin was made out of the looking glasses of the women who had frequented the tabernacle, and who had made these their contribution to the furniture. These looking glasses were not made of glass, but they were brazen. The brass was of a very superior quality and polished until it reflected easily the features of those who looked into it, so that this laver of looking glasses spoken of in my text did double work. It not only furnished the water in which the priests washed themselves, but it also, on its shining, polished surface, pointed out the spots of pollution on the face which needed ablution. Now, my Christian friends, as everything in that ancient tabernacle was suggestive of religious truth and for the most part positively symbolical of truth, I shall take that laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text as all suggestive of the gospel, which first shows us our sins as in a mirror and then washes them away by divine ablution. Oh, happy day, happy day, When Jesus washed my sins away! The Mirror of Truth. I have to say that this is the only looking glass in which a man can see himself as he is. There are some mirrors that flatter the features and make you look better than you are. Then there are other mirrors that distort your features and make you look worse than you are, but I want to tell you that this looking glass of the gospel shows a man just as he is. When the priests entered the ancient tabernacle, one glance at the burnished side of this laver showed them their need of cleansing. So this gospel shows the soul its need of divine washing. "All have sinned and come short of the glory of God." That is one showing. "All we, like sheep, have gone astray." That is another showing. "From the crown of the head to the sole of the foot there is no health in us." That is another showing. The world calls these defects, imperfections, or eccentricities, or erratic behavior, or "wild oats," or "high living," but the gospel calls them sin, transgression, filth--the abominable thing that God hates. It was just one glance at that mirror that made Paul call out, "Oh, wretched man that I am, who shall deliver me from the body of [?] death?" and that made Martin Luther cry out, "Oh, my sins, my sins!" I am not talking about bad habits. You and I do not need any Bible to tell us that bad habits are wrong, that blasphemy and evil speaking are wrong. But I am talking of a sinful nature, the source of all bad thoughts as well as of all bad actions. The Apostle Paul calls their roll in the first chapter of Romans. They are a regiment of death encamping around every heart, holding it in a tyranny from which nothing but the grace of God can deliver it. The Deadly Sin. Here, for instance, is ingratitude. Who has not been guilty of that sin? If a man hand us a glass of water we say, "Thank you," but for the 10,000 mercies that we are every day receiving from the hand of God how little expression of gratitude--for thirst slaked, for hunger fed, for shelter, and sunshine, and sound sleep, and clothes to wear, how little thanks! I suppose there are men 50 years of age who have never yet been down on their knees in thanksgiving to God for his goodness. Besides that ingratitude of our hearts there is pride--who has not felt it?--pride that will not submit to God; that wants its own way--a nature that prefers wrong sometimes instead of right; that prefers to wallow instead of rise up. I do not care what you call that. I am not going to quarrel with any theologian or any man who makes any pretensions to the clergy. I do not care whether you call it "total depravity" or something else. I simply make the announcement of God's word, affirmed and confirmed by the experience of hundreds of Christian people. The imagination of the heart of man is evil from youth. "There is none that doeth good--no, not one." We have a bad nature. We were born with it. We got it from our parents. They got it from their parents. Our thoughts are wrong, our action is wrong, our whole life is obnoxious to God before conversion, and after conversion not one good thing in us but that which the grace of God has planted and fostered. "Well," you say, "I can't believe that to be so." Ah, my dear brother, that is because you have never looked into this laver of looking glasses.

It Is Full of Evil.

If you could catch a glimpse of your natural heart before God, you would cry out in amazement and alarm. The very first thing this gospel does is to cut down our pride and self sufficiency. If a man does not feel his lost and ruined condition before God, he does not want any gospel. I think the reason that there are so few conversions in this day is because the tendency of the preaching is to make men believe that they are pret-

ty good anyhow--quite clever, only

wanting a little fixing up, a few touch-

ers of divine grace, and then you will be all right--instead of proclaiming the broad, deep truth that Payson and Whitefield thundered to a race trembling

on the verge of infinite and eternal

disaster. "Now," says some one, "can this really be true? Have we all gone astray? Is there no good in us?" In Hampton Court I saw a room where the

four walls were covered with looking glasses and it made no difference which way you looked you saw yourself. And so it is in this gospel of Christ. If you once step within its full precincts, you will find your whole character reflected, every failure of moral deformity, every spot of moral taint. If I understand the word of God, its first announcement is that we are lost. I care not, my brother, how magnificently you may have been born, or what may have been your heritage or ancestry, you are lost by reason of sin. "But," you say, "what is the use of all this--of showing a man's faults when he can't get rid of them?" None! "What was the use of that burnished surface to this laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text, if it only showed the spots on the countenance and the need of washing, and there was nothing to wash with?" Glory be to God, I find that this laver of looking glasses was filled with fresh water every morning, and the priest no sooner looked on its burnished side and saw his need of cleansing than he washed and was clean--glorious type of the gospel of my Lord Jesus, that first show

a man his sin and then washes it all

away.

The Daily Need. I want you to notice that this laver in which the priest washed--the laver of looking glasses--was filled with fresh water every morning. The servants of the tabernacle brought the water in buckets and poured it into this laver. So it is with the gospel of Jesus Christ. It has a fresh salvation every day. It is not a stagnant pool filled with accumulated corruptions. It is living water, which is brought from the eternal rock to wash away the sins of yesterday, of one moment ago. "Oh," says some one, "I was a Christian 20 years ago!" That does not mean anything to me. What are you now? We are not talking, my brother, about pardon, ten years ago, but about pardon now, a fresh salvation. Suppose a time of war

should come, and I could show the gov-

ernment that I had been loyal to it 12

years ago, would that excuse me from

taking an oath of allegiance now? Suppose you ask me about my physical health, and I should say I was well 15 years ago, that does not say how I am

now. The gospel of Jesus Christ comes and demands present allegiance, present fealty, present moral health, and yet how many Christians there are seeking to live entirely in past experience, who seem to have no experience of present mercy and pardon! When I was on the sea, and there came up a great storm, and officers and crew and passengers all thought we must go down, I began to think of my life insurance, and whether, if I were taken away, my family would be cared for, and then I thought, Is the premium paid up? and I said, Yes. Then I felt comfortable. Yet there are men who, in religious matters, are looking back to past insurance. They have let it run out, and they have nothing for the present, no hope nor pardon, falling back on the old insurance policy of 10, 20, 30 years ago. If I want to find out how a friend feels toward me, do I go to the drawer and find some old yellow letters written

to me 10 or 12 years ago? No. I go to the letter that was stamped the day be-

fore yesterday in the postoffice, and I find how he feels toward me. It is not in regard to old communications we had with Jesus Christ. It is communications we have now. Are we not in sympathy with him this morning, and is he not in sympathy with us? Do not spend so much of your time in hunting in the wardrobe for the old, wornout shoes of Christian profession. Come this morning and take the glittering robe of Christ's righteousness from the Saviour's hand. You say you were plunged in the fountain of the Saviour's mercy a quarter

of a century ago. That is nothing to me. I tell you to wash now in this laver of

looking glasses and have your soul made

clean.

Made Wholly Clean. I notice also in regard to this laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text that the priests always washed both hands and feet. The water came down in spouts, so that, without leaving any filth in the basin, the priests washed both hands and feet. So the gospel of Jesus Christ must touch the very extremities of our moral nature. A man cannot fence off a small part of his soul and say, "Now, this is to be a garden in which I will have all the fruits and flowers of Christian character, while outside it shall be the devil's commons." No, no. It will be all gardens or none. I sometimes hear people say, "He is a very good man except in politics." Then he is not a good man.

A religion that will not take a man through an autumn election will not be worth anything to him in June, July and August. They say he is a useful sort of a man, but he overreaches in a bargain. I deny the statement. If he is a Christian anywhere, he will be in his business. It is very easy to be good in the prayer meeting, with surroundings kindly and blessed, but not so easy to be a Christian behind the counter, when by one skillful twitch of the goods you can hide a flaw in the silk so that the customer cannot see it. It is very easy to be a Christian with a psalmbook in your hand and a Bible in your lap, but not so easy when you can go into a shop and falsely tell the merchant you can get those goods at a cheaper rate in another store, so that he will sell them to you cheaper than he can afford to sell them. The fact is the religion of Christ is all pervasive. If you rent a house, you expect full possession of it.

You say: "Where are the keys of those rooms? If I pay for the whole house, I want possession of those rooms." And the grace of God when it comes to a soul takes full possession of a man or goes away and takes no possession. It will ransack every room in the heart, every room in the life, from cellar to attic, touching the varying extremities of his nature. The priests washed hands and feet.

There Is a Chance For All.

I remark further, that this laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text was a very large laver. I always thought, from the fact that so many washed there, and also from the fact that Solomon afterward, when he copied that laver in the temple, built it on a very large scale, that it was large, and so suggestive of the gospel of Jesus Christ and salvation by him--vast in its provisions. The whole world may come and wash in this laver and be clean.

When our civil war had passed, the government of the United States made proclamation of pardon to the common soldiery in the Confederate army, but not to the chief soldiers. The gospel of Christ does not act in that way. It says pardon for all, but especially for the chief of sinners. I do not now think of a single passage that says a small sinner may be saved, but I do think of passages that say a great sinner may be saved. If there be sins only faintly hued, just a little tinged, so faintly colored that you can hardly see them, there is no special pardon promised in the Bible for those sins, but if they be glaring, red like crimson, then they shall be as snow. Now, my brother, I do not state this to put a premium upon great iniquity. I merely say this to encourage that man, whoever he is, who feels he is so far gone from God that there is no mercy for him. I want to tell him there is a good chance. Why, Paul was a murder-

er. He assisted at the execution of Stephen and yet Paul was saved. The dying thief did everything bad. The dying thief was saved. Richard Baxter swore dreadfully, but the grace of God met him, and Richard Baxter was saved.

Wash and Be Clean. It is a vast laver. Go and tell everybody to come and wash in it. Let them come up from the penitentiaries and wash away their crimes. Let them come up from the almshouses and wash away their poverty. Let them come up from their graves and wash away their death. If there be any one so worn out in sin that he cannot get up to the laver, you will take hold of his head and put your arms around him, and I will take hold of his feet, and we will plunge him in this glorious Bethesda, the vast laver of God's mercy and salvation. In Solomon's temple there were ten lavers and one molten sea--this great reservoir in the midst of the temple filled with wa-ter--these lavers and this molten sea adorned with figures of palm branch and oxen and lions and cherubim. This fountain of God's mercy is a vaster molten sea than that. It is adorned not with palm branches, but with the wood of the cross; not with cherubim, but with the wines of the Holy Ghost, and around its great rim all the race may come and wash in the molten sea. I was reading the other day of Alexander the Great, who, when he was very thirsty and standing at the head of his army, had brought to him a cup of water. He looked off upon his host and said, "I cannot d ri8nk this; my men are all thirsty," and he dashed it to the ground. Blessed be God, there is enough water for all the host--enough for captains and host! "Whosoever will may come and take of the water of life freely,"

a laver broad as the earth, high as the heavens and deep as hell.

It Is Cleansing or Death. But I notice also, in regard to this laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text, that the washing in it was impera-

tive and not optional. When the priests came into the tabernacle (you will find them in the thirtieth chapter of Exodus), God tells them that they must wash in that laver or die. The priest might have said: "Can't I wash elsewhere? I wash-

ed in the laver at home, and now you want me to wash here." God says: "No matter whether or not you have washed before. Wash in this laver or die."

"But," says the priest, "there is water just as clean as this. Why won't that do?" "Wash here," says God, "or die." So it is with the gospel of Christ. It is imperative. There is only this alternative --keep our sins and perish, or wash them away and live. But, says some one, "Why could not God have made more

ways to heaven than one?" I do not

know but he could have made half a dozen. I know he made but one. You

say, "Why not have a long line of boats

running from here to heaven?" I cannot say, but I simply know that there is only one boat. You say, "Are there not trees as luxuriant as that on Calvary,

more luxuriant, for that had neither

buds nor blossoms; it was stripped and barked?" Yes, yes, there have been tall-

er trees than that and more luxuriant,

but the only path to heaven is under that one tree. Instead of quarreling because there are not more ways, let us be thankful to God there is one, one name given unto men whereby we can be saved, one laver in which all the world

may wash. So you see what a radiant gospel this is I preach. I do not know how a man can stand stolidly and present it, for it is such an exhilarant gospel. It is not a mere whim or caprice. It is life or death. It is heaven or hell. You come before your child, and you have a present in your hand. You put your hands behind your back and say: "Which hand will you take? In one hand there is a treasure; in the other there is not." The child blindly chooses. But God our Father does not do that way with us. He spreads out both hands and says: "Now this shall be very plain. In that hand are pardon and peace and life and the treasures of heaven. In that hand are punishment and sorrow and woe. Choose for yourselves!" "He that believeth and is baptized shall

be saved, but he that believeth not shall be damned."

The Unsearchable Riches.

Oh, my dear friends, I wish I could coax you to accept this gospel! If you could just take one look in this laver of looking glasses spoken of in the text, you would begin now spiritual ablution. The love of Christ--I dare not, toward the close of my sermon, begin to tell about it. The love of Christ! Do not talk to me about a mountain; it is higher than that. Do not talk to me about a sea; it is deeper than that.

An artist in his dreams saw such a splendid dream of the transfiguration of Christ that he awoke and seized his pencil and said, "Let me paint this and die." Oh, I have seen the glories of Christ! I have beheld something of the beauty of that great sacrifice on Calvary, and I have sometimes felt I would be willing to give anything if I might just sketch before you the wonders of that sacrifice. I would like to do it while I live, and I would like to do it when I die. "Let me paint this and die." He comes along weary and worn, his face wet with tears, his brow crimson with blood, and he lies down on Calvary for you. No, I mistake. Nothing was as comfortable as that. A stone on Calvary would have made a soft pillow for the dying head of Christ. Nothing so comfortable as that. He does not lie down to die; he stands up to die, his spiked hands outspread as if to embrace a world. Oh, what a hard end for those feet that had traveled all over Judea on ministries of mercy! What a hard end for those hands that had wiped away tears and bound up broken hearts! Very hard, O dying Lamb of God, and yet there are those who know it and who do not love thee. They say: "What is all that to me? What if he does weep and groan and die? I don't want him." Lord Jesus Christ, they will not help thee down from the cross! The soldiers will come, and they will tear thee down from the cross and put their arms around thee and lower thee into the tomb, but they will not help. They see nothing to move them. Oh, dying Christ, turn on them thine eyes of affection now and see if they will not change their minds!

I saw one hanging on a tree In agony and blood Who fixed his languid eyes on me As near his cross I stood. Oh, never till my latest breath Will I forget that look! He seemed to charge me with his death, Though not a word he spoke.

And that is all for you! Oh, can you not love him? Come around this laver, old and young. It is so burnished you can see your sins and so deep you can wash them all away. O mourner, here bathe your bruised soul, and, sick one, here cool your hot temples in this laver! Peace! Do not cry anymore, dear soul! Pardon for all thy sins, comfort for all thy afflictions. The black cloud that hung thundering over Sinai has floated above Calvary and burst into the shower of a Saviour's tears.

I saw in Kensington Garden a picture of Waterloo a good while after the battle had passed and the grass had grown all over the field. There was a dismounted cannon, and a lamb had come up from the pasture and lay sleeping in the mouth of that cannon. So the artist had represented it--a most suggestive thing. Then I thought how the war between God and the soul had ended, and instead of the announcement, "The wages of sin is death," there came the words, "My peace I give unto thee," amid the batteries of the law that had once quaked with the fiery hail of death I beheld the Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin of the world.

I went to Jesus and I was Weary and worn and sad, I found in him a resting place, And he has made me glad.

ABOARD AN OCEAN GREYHOUND. The Contrast Between Those on Deck and Those in the Stokehole.

The supreme development of the modern craft of shipbuilding, an ocean greyhound, is coming out full speed toward Sandy Hook. The sea is calm, and the trip has been a smooth and short one, and now as she draws near the shore the belief that has found lodgment in every mind during the past two or three days that the record is to be broken grows stronger and stronger, and the passengers crowd the deck, consulting their watches from time to time and discussing with one another the possibility of [?] the western record. Within two hours they will know whether or not their hopes have been justified, but just now there is not a human being on board, whether passenger or sailor, who is not thinking of the great chance that lies before them.

The steamer is crowded almost to its fullest capacity. Some of the passengers are returning home after a holiday, and there are others, of foreign aspect, who are making their first trip to America. The quiet man in the pepper and salt suit, who stands by himself, is a famous politician, who knows that he will be met on his arrival by two or three of the magnates of his party and possibly by a score of reporters. Not far from him is a foreign actress, who has been carefully drilled by her manager and will know exactly what to say to the reporters when they come

to interview her. She is prepared to love America--provided, of course, that the

American public is prepared to love her, but she is a little anxious just now as she thinks of the ordeal of interviewing that is before her. There is an Eng-

lish tourist, coming over to shoot griz-

zlies on Long Island and bringing with

him an elaborate collection of bathtubs, walking sticks, hatboxes and gun cases.

He is talking to a serious looking American whose acquaintance he has formed on board, and who has just explained to him that the rattlesnakes which infest the New York piers are not really as venomous as they are said to be. "God bless me soul!" exclaims the English tourist in a tone of relief. The cooks and stewards are busy with their preparations for the last meal that will be served on this voyage, and as they go about their labors they talk about the wonderful run that the ship has made and hope, just as the passengers are hoping on the deck above, that the record will be broken. Down in the engine room the well oiled and brilliantly polished wheels and pistons seem to be working as if they, too, were filled with the same hope, and the chief engineer wears an anxious look as he glances with practiced eye at the indicator, which shows the high pressure under which he is running. But far down in the hold is a corner of the vessel, the glory hole, to which the well fed, easy going passenger gives but little thought and into which he seldom seeks to penetrate. Yet it is here that we find the true source of the wonderful mechanical power that sends the swift racer like a thing of life across the sea from continent to continent. For it is here that the furnaces glow with their awful heat, while in the full glare of the flames the half clad stokers stand throwing into the fiery depths shovelful after shovelful of coal. There is no more interesting or impressive sight on shipboard than this, and the landsman who chances to look down into this pit of flame and soot wonders how it is that men are able to work there and live.--New York Herald.

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WISCONSIN HERONS. The Nests For Their Young and Methods of Housekeeping.

On the way [?] noticed a scattering [?] still farther up the [?] the North [?]. The two lines apparently [?] section of [?] about two miles to the south [?] but as it [?] we prepared supper and turned in for the night.

Four o'clock next morning found us up, breakfast cooked and ready for the voyage of [?] and voyage it proved to be, with [?] of [?] ankle deep, and every [?] supporting great drops of [?] in a few moments.

Instead of [?] around to the right, where the herons seemed to fly, we [?] through the great [?], whose tops towered full 100 feet above our heads, with but little underbrush beneath. As we rested among these grand columns no wonder we all echoed the doctor's sentiment when he remarked, "If I were a squirrel, this is just the place I would live, and I would like to stay here a month anyway."

Gradually working our way toward the south edge of the pines, all at once a harsh, grunting, croaking sound greeted our ears, and we stopped to listen. Then a louder combination still nearer, another one to the left, then half a dozen, which from a distance seemed not unlike a great many dogs fighting, grunting and squealing, confirmed and surmise that the nest was at hand.

We soon discovered that every pine for a distance of perhaps two acres contained a large stick nest, not flat and spread out like the nests in the trees in Florida, but a huge round affair, large and deep on the outside as a bushel basket, not on the flat surfaces of spreading branches, but right in the very top, where the trees separate into many parts. In one case where a tree formed like two great forks 30 feet from the ground the top of each contained a nest, while a third nest was placed lower down on the side shoot. This tree and one other, which spread out from a [?], flat top, were the only ones containing three nests, although quite a number had two.

There were actually three young to a nest, and they stood upright on the nest or on the branches [?] with it near by, and upon the arrival of the parent would all scramble into the nest, sitting up, meanwhile, a great squawking, grunting sound, in a volume hardly to be expected from three birds.

The old bird usually alighted on the smaller branches near the nest, proceeding immediately in it, thrusting her bill well into the outstretched throat of the nearest, the heads and necks of both birds weaving back and forth during the process, and other two keeping up an infernal squalling all the while. As soon as the bill was withdrawn another bird was served in the same manner, while the third made a vain effort to get his bill down the throat of the one just fed, which would indicate that such thefts might be successfully made.

The old birds were constantly coming and going, and therefore the combinations of noises were almost constant from one part or other of the heronry, the noise coming only from nests where birds were being fed. In the tree with three nests, the birds in the nest being fed made the usual outcry, but those in the remaining nests, not ten feet away, paid no attention to it.

The young birds were nearly full fledged and about ready to leave the nests, and when standing upon the branches were hardly distinguishable from the old birds, except by close examination of the feathers of the breast, which did not have the dashes of as deep black as the old birds.

We attempted to secure a set of young to mount for the local high school museum, but when shot they invariably fluttered and scrambled about, finally landing on the nest.--Forest and Stream.

A Fable Brought Down to Date. Two men who had found an oyster, which each of them claimed as his, referred their dispute to a lawyer, who ate the oyster and awarded them a shell apiece. [?] they organized the great Oyster Shell trust, [?] $10,000,000 [?], mortgage on the shells, retained the lawyer as their legal adviser, purchased several [?] and lived happily afterward. Moral--Do not throw away the shells, even after the lawyer has eaten the oyster.--Boston Transcript.

She Would Say the [?]. Robinson[?] It [?] Brown. What will you [?]? Brown (in [?]) dear, [?]. She'll say that [?].--Paul Dispatch.

Remarkable Cures By Faith. At the Christian Alliance camp meeting nearly 200 persons personally testified to having been cured by faith, and twice as many more stood up at the close of the meeting when their leader, Dr. Simpson, asked all in the audience who had been healed by divine power to arise. Mrs. Welcome of Yarmouth was one of those who claimed to have been cured of lung disease without the aid of a physician. Mrs. W. M. Davis of [?] had been relieved of a spinal trouble of long [?]. Mrs.

M. J. Ames of Portland, neuralgia of the

heart and pleurisy; Miss J. O. Thomp-

son of Portland has been cured of a

tumor, and Miss Jennie M. Bonwick of the same city had seven teeth extracted

without suffering any pain. Mrs. E. C. Clark of Tyngsboro, Mass., who suffered paralysis of the optic nerve, which nearly robbed her of her eyesight, was led to the camp ground, became anointed and her sight was restored. Mrs. C. F. Uran

of Lowell, Mass., was cured of an internal cancer. H. K. Smith of New Britain, Conn., said that he had been cured of a cancer without the aid of a physician. Mrs. M. J. Clark of New York gave testimony that a few years ago she fell in a church door and broke her wrist. Neither medicine nor bandage was applied, but the Lord [?] the broken bones. Another New York lady said she was thrown from a carriage not long ago, and her right ankle was dislocated. The Lord set the dislocated bone. The Rev. A. S. Orne of Haverhill, Mass., said that for seven years he had employed no physician in his family. In that time one child had been cured of the croup and another of pneumonia without the use of medicine. An infant had died, but Mr. Orne declared that its death was due to a broken heart.--Old Orchard Cor. New York World.

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Marrying In Hard Times. Question--Would The Sun advise an engaged couple to get married in these hard times?

Answer--If there be no other bar to the marriage than the hardness of the times, it ought not to be forbidden. Of course the bachelor who desires to become a husband should be able to earn a living or should otherwise have the means of life at his command, so that he shall be able to provide for the woman who is willing to become his wife, and that thus the twain may enjoy wedded bliss without undue anxiety about the morrow. We notice by the municipal record of marriages that just about as many people get married here in hard times as in better times; when work is slack and money tight as when both are plentiful. We could not give advice in an individual case like that which is presented to us, because we know nothing about the parties, but we know that the love which laughs at locksmiths can often act very badly without ever having cause to regret the action. We are not prepared to say that the engaged couple should shrink from a serious duty or postpone the day of wedlock merely because the times are not as good as they have been or as they will be after awhile.--New York Sun.

Governmental Economy. A paragraph in the "Life of General Sir Hope Grant," who did great service for England as a military commander in India and in China, throws a curious sidelight on some of the thrifty traditions of the British government. After General Grant's return from China to England he received at the hand of the queen at Buckingham palace the grand cross of the Bath. He was proud of the decoration, but his biographer adds that such honors are not without expense to the receiver. He finds among Sir Hope's papers a bill vouched for by "Albert Woods, Lancaster herald," to the amount of £84 4s, for "fees, charges and disbursements for the matriculation of your arms, etc., as G. C. B." Odder still was a document from the same "Albert Woods, Lancaster herald," calling upon Sir Hope Grant to send back the insignia of his former lower order, K. C. B.--knight commander of the Bath--for the use of her majesty's government! It is a good rule for governments as for men, "Take care of the pennies and the pounds will take care of themselves."

ODDS AND ENDS.

Geese in migrating often travel over 6,000 miles.

The first almanac was printed in Hun-

gary in 1470.

The father of Barry, the historical

painter, was a sailor.

The will-o'-the-wisp is caused by the

decay of vegetable matter.

In northern Siberia the ground is

frozen to a depth of 600 feet. Queen Victoria has about 40 pet dogs. Her greatest favorites are collies. The catacombs of Rome contain the remains of about 6,000,000 people.

Cattle were introduced into Virginia in 1600, into New England in 1624. As early as the year 786 A. D. a duty was levied [?] that grew wild in the Chinese [?].

Women Clerks of Paris.

A Paris merchant can get the prettiest and jauntiest girls in the world to sell his goods for $10 a month. In the large retail dry goods houses the clerks are given a commission on certain lines of hoods, more or less unsalable or risky.

In the Bon Marche, for example, this

commission frequently raises the earn-

ings to $60 a month, and no grande dame takes better care of herself or has a finer air.

An Expert Artisan. Mrs. Anna Metcalf of Sioux Falls has been awarded a handsome lithographed diploma as an expert artisan by Mrs. Potter Palmer, president of the lady board of managers of the World's fair.

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