THE GOSPEL'S POWER. REV. DR. TALMAGE REFERS TO MUNICIPAL REFORM. He Preaches a Powerful and Eloquent Sermon In New York, Taking For His Subject the Points of the Compass--The Rest at Last.

NEW YORK, Jan. 20.--The hearty welcome accorded to Dr. Talmage at the Academy of Music, New York, Sunday before last, on the occasion of the eminent divine's introduction to the metropolitan pulpit, was additionally emphasized by the immense throng that greeted him this afternoon and which filled every seat from orchestra to top gallery. The singing was led by Professor Ali's cornet, and the services opened at precisely 4 o'clock with the singing of the long meter doxology. The subject of Dr. Talmage's discourse was "Points of Compass" and the text Luke xiii, 29, "They shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north, and from the south, and shall

sit down.''

The man who wrote this was at one time a practicing physician, at another time a talented painter, at another time

a powerful preacher, at another time a re-porter--an inspired reporter. God bless

and help and inspire all reporters! From their pens drops the health or poison of

nations. The name of this reporter was Lucacnus. For short he was called Luke,

and in my text, although stenography had not yet been born, he reports verbatim a sermon of Christ which in one paragraph bowls the round world into the light of the millennium. "They shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north, and from the

south, and shall sit down."

Nothing more interested me in my recent journey around the world than to see the ship captain about noon, whether on the Pacific or the Indian or Bengal or Mediterranean or Red sea, looking through a nautical instrument to find just where we were sailing, and it is well to know that, though the captain tells you that there are 32 points of

division of the compass card in the mariner's compass, there are only four cardinal points, and my text hails them--the north, the south, the east, the west.

So I spread out before us the map of the world to see the extent of the gospel campaign. The hardest part of the field to be taken is the north, because our gospel is an emotional gospel, and the nations of the far north are a cold blooded race. They dwell amid icebergs and eternal snows and everlasting winter. Greenlanders, Laplanders, Icelanders, Siberians--their vehicle is the sledge drawn by reindeer, their apparel the thickest furs at all seasons, their existence a lifetime battle with the cold. The winter charges upon them with swords of icicle and strikes them with bullets of hail and pounds them with battling rams of glacier.

The Gospel In the Arctics.

But already the huts of the arctic hear the songs of divine worship. Already the snows fall on open New Testaments. Already the warmth of the sun of righteousness begins to be felt through the bodies and minds and souls of the Hyperboreans. Down from Nova Zembla, down from Spitzbergen seas, down from the land of the midnight sun, down from the palaces of crystal, down over realms of ice and over dominions of snow and through hurricanes of sleet Christ's disciples are coming from the north. The inhabitants of Hudson bay are gathering to the cross. The Church Missionary society in those polar climes has been grandly successful in establishing 24 gospel stations, and over 12,000 natives have believed and been baptized. The Moravians have kindled the light of the gospel all up and down Labrador. The Danish mission has gathered disciples from among the shivering inhabitants of Greenland. William Duncan preaches the gospel up in the chill latitudes of Columbia, delivering one sermon nine times in the same day to as many different tribes who listen, and then go forth to build schoolhouses and churches. Alaska, called at its annexation William H. Seward's folly, turns out to be William H. Seward's triumph, and it is hearing the voice of God through the American missionaries, men and women as defiant of arctic hardships as the old Scottish chief who, when camping out in a winter's night knocked from under his son's head a pillow of snow, saying that such indulgence in luxury would weaken and disgrace the clan. The Jeanette went down in latitude 77, while DeLong and his freezing and dying men stood watching it from the crumbling and cracking polar pack, but the old ship of the gospel sails unhurt in latitude 77 as in our own 40 degrees, and the one starred flag floats above the topgallants in Baffin's bay and Hudson's strait and Melville sound. The heroism of polar expedition, which has made the names of Sebastian Cabot and Scoresby and Schwatka and Henry Hudson immortal, is to be eclipsed by the prowess of the men and women who are amid the frosts of highest latitudes are this moment taking the upper shores of Europe, Asia and America for God. Scientists have never been able to agree as to what is the aurora borealis, or northern lights. I can tell them. It is the banner of victory for Christ spread out in the northern night heavens. Partially fulfilled already the prophecy of my text, to be completely fulfilled in the near future, "They shall come from the north."

The South For God.

But my text takes in the opposite point of the compass. The far south has, through high temperatures, temptations to lethargy and indolence and hot blood which tend toward multiform evil. We have through my text got the north in, notwithstanding its frosts, and the same text brings in the south notwithstanding its torridity. The fields of cactus, the orange groves and the thickets of magnolia are to be surrendered to the Lord Almighty. The south! That means Mexico and all the regions that William H. Prescott and Lord Kingsborough made familiar in literature; Mexico, in strange dialect of the Aztecs; Mexico conquered by Hernan Cortes, to be more gloriously conquered; Mexico, with its capital more than 7,000 feet above the sea level looking down upon the entrancement of lake and valley and plain; Mexico, the home of nations yet to be born--all for Christ. The south! That means Africa, which David Livingstone consecrated to God when he died on his knees in this tent of exploration. Already about 950,000 converts to Christianity in Africa. The south! That means all

the islands strewn by omnipotent hand through tropical seas--Malayan Polynesia, Melanesia, Micronesia and other islands more numerous than you can imagine unless you have voyaged around the world. The south! That means Java for God, Sumatra for God, Borneo for God, Siam for God.

A ship was wrecked near one of these islands, and two lifeboats put out for shore, but those who arrived in the first boat were clubbed to death by the cannibals, and the other boat put back and was somehow saved. Years passed on, and one of that very crew was wrecked again with others on those same rocks.

Crawling up on the shore they proposed to hide from the cannibals in one of the caverns, but mounting the rocks they saw a church and cried out: "We are saved! A church, a church!" The south!

That means Venezuela, New Granola, Ecuador and Bolivia. The south! That means the torrid zone, with all its bloom, and all its fruitage, and all its exuberance, and redolence of illimitable gardens, the music of boundless groves, the lands, the seas, that night by night look up to the southern cross, which, in stars, transfigures the midnight heaven, as you look up at it all the way from the Sandwich Islands to Australia. "They shall come from the south."

Christ In the East.

But I must not forget that my text takes in another cardinal point of the

compass. It takes in the east. I have to report that in a journey around the world

there is nothing so much impresses one is as the fact that the missionaries divine-

ly blessed are taking the world for God. The horrible war between Japan and China will leave the last wall of oppo-

sition flat in the dust. War is barbarism always and everywhere. We hold up our hands in amazement at the massacre at Port Arthur, as though Christian nations could never go into such diabolism. We forget Fort Pillow! We forget the fact that during our war both north and south rejoiced when there were 10,000 more wounded and slain on the opposite side. War, whether in China or the United States, is hell let loose. But one good result will come from the Japanese-Chinese conflict. These regions will be more open to civilization and Christianity than ever before. When Missionary Carey put before an assembly of ministers at Northampton his project for the evangelization of India, they launched him out of the house. From Calcutta on the east of India to Bombay on the west there is not a neighborhood but directly or indirectly feels the gospel power. The Juggernaut, which did its awful work for centuries, a few weeks ago was brought out from the place where it has for years been kept under shed as a curiosity, and there was no one reverentially to greet it. About 3,000,000 of Christian souls in India are the advance guard that will lead on the 250,000,000. The Christians of Amoy and Peking and Canton are the advance guard that will lead the 340,000,000 of China. "They shall come from the east." The last mosque of Mohammedanism will be turned into a Christian church. The last Buddhist temple will become a fortress of light. The last idol of Hindooism will be pitched into the fire. The Christ who came from the east will yet bring all the east with him. Of course there are high obstacles to be overcome, and great ordeals must be passed through before the consummation, as witness the Armenians under the butchery of the Turks. May that throne on the banks of the Besperus soon crumble! The time has already come when the United States government and Great Britain and Germany ought to intone the indignation of all civilized nations. While it is not requisite that arms be sent there to avenge the wholesale massacre of Armenians, it is requisite that by cable under the seas, and by protest that shall thrill the wires from Washington and London and Berlin to Constantinople, the nations anathematize the diabolism for which the sultan of Turkey is responsible. Mohammedanism is a curse whether in Turkey or New York. "They shall come from the east." And they shall come at the call of the loveliest and grandest and best men and women of all time. I mean the missionaries. Dissolute Americans and Englishmen who have gone to Calcutta and Bombay and Canton to make their fortunes defame the missionaries because the holy lives and the pure households of those missionaries are a constant rebuke to the American and English libertines stopping there, but the men and women of God there stationed go on gloriously with their work. People just as good and self denying as was Missionary Moffat, who, when asked to write in an album, wrote these words:

My album is in savage breasts, Where passion reigns and darkness rests Without one ray of light. To write the name of Jesus there, To point to worlds both bright and fair, And see the pagan bow in prayer, Is all my soul's delight.

In all those regions are men and women with the consecration of Melville B. Cox, who, embarking for the missionary work in Africa, said to a fellow student, "If I die in Africa, come and write my epitaph." "What shall I wrote for your epitaph?" said the student. "Write," said he, "these words: 'Let a thousand fall before Africa be given up.'"

Worldly Reform In the West.

There is another point of the compass that my text includes. "They shall come from the west." That means America redeemed. Everything between Atlantic and Pacific oceans to be brought within the circle of holiness and rapture. Will it be done by worldly reform or evangelism? Will it be law or gospel? I am glad that a wave of reform has swept across the land, and all the cities are feeling the advantage of the mighty movement. Let the good work go on until the last municipal evil is extirpated. About 15 years ago the distinguished editor of a New York daily newspaper said to me in his editorial room: "You ministers talk about evils of which you know nothing. Why don't you go with the officers of the law and explore for yourself, so that when you preach against sin you can speak from what you have seen with your own eyes?" I said, "I will," and in company with a commissioner of police and a captain of police and two elders of my church I explore the dens and hiding places of all styles of crime in New York and preached a series of sermons warning young men and setting forth the work that must be done lest the judgments of God whelm this city with more awful submergement than the volcanic deluge that buried Herculaneum and Pompeii. I received, as nearly as I can remember, several hundred columns of newspaper abuse for undertaking that exploration. Editorials of denunciation, double leaded, and with captions in great primer type, entitled "The Fall of Talmage," or "Talmage Makes the Mistake of His Life," or "Down With Talmage," but I still live and am in full sympathy with all movements for municipal purification.

But a movement which ends with crime exposed and law executed stops half way. Nay, it stops long before it gets half way. The law never yet saved anybody, never yet changed anybody. Break up all the houses of iniquity in this city, and you only send the occupants to other cities. Break down all the policemen in New York, and while it changes their worldly fortunes it does not change their heart or life. The greatest want in New York today si the transforming power of the gospel of Jesus Christ to change the heart and the life and uplift the tone of moral sentiment and make men do right not because they are afraid of Ludlow Street jail or Sing Sing, but because they love God and hate unrighteousness. I have never heard, nor have you heard, of anything except the gospel that proposes to regenerate the heart, and by the influence of that regenerated heart rectify the life. Execute the law most certainly, but preach the gospel by all means in churches, in theatres, in homes, in prisons, on the land and on the sea. The

All else is half and half work and will not last. In New York it has allowed men who get by police bribery their thousands and tens of thousands and perhaps hundreds of thousands of dol-

gospel is the only power that can revolutionize society and save the world.

All else is half and half work and will

not last. In New York it has allowed men who got by police bribery their thousands and tens of thousands and perhaps hundreds of thousands of dol-

lars to go scot free, while some who were merely the cat's paw and agents of bribery are struck with the lightning of the law. It reminds me of a scene in Philadelphia when I was living there. A poor woman had been attested and tried and imprisoned for selling molasses

candy on Sunday. Other lawbreakers

had been allowed to go undisturbed, and the grogshops were open on the Lord's day, and the law, with its hands behind its back, walked up and down the streets declining to molest many of the offenders, but we all rose up in our

righteous indignation, and calling upon all powers, visible and invisible, to help us, we declared that though the heavens fell no woman should be allowed to sell molasses candy on Sunday.

Party and Politics. A few weeks ago, after I had preached in one of the churches in this city, a man staggered up on the pulpit stairs, maudlin drunk, saying, "I am one of the reformers that were elected to high office at the last election." I got rid of that "great reformer" as soon as I could, but I did not get rid of the impression that a man like that would cure the abominations of New York about as soon as smallpox would cure typhoid fever or a buzzsaw would render Haydn's "Crea-

tion." Politics in all our cities has become so corrupt that the only difference between the Republican and Democratic parties is that each is worse than the other. But what nothing else in the uni-

verse can do the gospel can and will accomplish. "They shall come from the west," and for that purpose the evangelistic batteries are planted all along the Pacific coast, as they are planted all along the Atlantic coast. All the prairies, all the mountains, all the valleys, all the cities are under more or less gospel influence, and when we get enough faith and consecration for the work this whole American continent will cry out for God. "They shall come from the west."

The work is not so difficult as many suppose. You say, "There are the foreign populations." Yes, but many of them are Hollanders, and they were brought up to love and worship God, and it will take but little to persuade the Hollanders to adopt the religion of their forefathers. Then there are among these foreigners so many of the Scotch.

They or their ancestors heard Thomas Chalmers thunder and Robert McCheyne pray. The breath of God so often swept through the heather of the highlands, and the voice of God has so often sounded through the Trossachs, and they all know how to sing Dundee, so that they will not have often to be invited to accept the God of John Knox and Bothwell Bridge. Then there are among these foreigners so many of the English. They inherited the same language as we inherited--the English in which Shakespeare drama-

tized, and Milton chimed his cantos, and Henry Melville gospelized, and Oliver Cromwell prorogued parliament, and Wellington commanded his eager hosts.

Among these foreigners are the Swiss, and they were rocked in a cradle under the shadow of the Alps, that cathedral of the Almighty in which all the ele-

ments, snow and hail and tempest and hurricane, worship. Among these foreigners are a vast host of Germans, and they feel centuries afterward the power of that unparalleled spirit who shook the earth when he trod it, and the heavens when he prayed--Martin Luther!

From all nations our foreign populations have come, and they are homesick, far away from the place of their child-

hood and the graves of their ancestors, and our glorious religion presented to them aright will meet their needs and fill their souls and kindle their enthusiasm. They shall come from amid the wheat sheaves of Dakota, and from the ore beds of Wyoming, and from the silver mines of Nevada, and from the golden gulches of Colorado, and from the banks of the Platte, and the Oregon, and the Sacramento, and the Columbia. "They shall come from the west."

Invited to Sit Down.

But what will they do after they come? Here is something gloriously consolatory that you have never noticed, "They shall come from the east, and the west, and the north, and the south, and shall sit down." Oh, this is a tired world! The most of people are kept on the run all their lifetime. Business keeps them on the run. Trouble keeps them on the run. Rivalries of life keep them on the run. They are running from disaster. They are running for reward. And those who run the fastest and run the longest seem best to succeed. But my text suggests a restful posture for all God's children, for all those who for a lifetime have been on the run. "They shall sit down!" Why run any longer! When a man gets heaven, what more can he get? "They shall sit down." Not alone, but picked companionship of the universe; not embarrassed, though a seraph should sit down on one side of you and an archangel on the other. There in that mother who, through all the years of infancy and childhood, was kept running amid sick trundle beds, now to shake up the pillow for that flaxen head, and now to give a drink to

those parched lips, and now to hush the frightened dream of a little one, and when there was one less of their children because the great lover of children had lifted one out of the croup into the easy breathing of celestial atmosphere, the

mother putting all the more anxious care on those who were left, so weary of arm and foot and back and head, so often crying out: "I am so tired! I am so tired!" Her work done, she shall sit down, and that business man for 30, 40, 50 years has kept on the run, not urgent by selfishness, but for the purpose of achieving a livelihood for the household. On the run from store to store, or from factory to factory, meeting this loss and discovering that inaccuracy and suffering betrayal or disappointment, never more to be cheated or perplexed or exasperated, he shall sit down, not in a great armchair of heaven, for the rockers of such a chair would imply one's need of something, of changing to easy posture or semi-invalidism, but a throne, solid as eternity and radiant as the morning after a night of storm. "They shall sit down." The Heavenly Rest. I notice that the most of the styles of toil require an erect attitude. There are the thousands of girls behind counters, many such persons through the inhumanity of employers compelled to stand, even when because of a lack of customers there is no need that they stand.

Then there are all the carpenters, and the stonemasons, and the blacksmiths, and the farmers, and the engineers, and the ticket agents, and the conductors. In most trades, in most occupations, they must stand. But ahead of all those who love and serve the Lord is a resting place, a complete relaxation of fatigued muscle, something cushioned and upholstered and embroidered, with the very ease of heaven. "They shall sit down." Rest from toil, rest from pain, rest from persecution, rest from uncer-

tainty. Beautiful, joyous, transporting, everlasting rest.

Oh, men and women of the frozen north, and the blooming south, and from the realms of the rising or setting sun, through Christ get your sins forgiven and start for the place where you may at last sit down in blissful recovery from the fatigues of earth, while there roll over you the raptures of heaven.

Many of you have had such a rough tussle in this world that if your furniture were not perfect in heaven you would some time forget yourself and say, "It is time for me to start on that journey," or "It must be time for me to count out the drops of that medicine," or "I wonder what new attack there is on me through the newspapers?" or "Do you think I will save anything of those crops from the grasshoppers, or the locusts, or

the droughts?" or "I wonder how much I have lost in that bargain?" or "I must hurry lest I miss the train." No,

no! The last volume of direful, earthly experiences will be finished. Yea, the last chapter, the last paragraph, the last sentence, the last word. Finis!

Frederick the Great, notwithstanding the mighty dominion over which he reigned, was so depressed at times he could not speak without crying, and carried a small bottle of quick poison with which to end his misery when he could stand it no longer. But I give you this small vial of gospel anodyne, one drop of which, not hurting either body or soul, ought to soothe all the unrest and

put your pulses into an eternal calm. "They shall come from the east, and from the west, and from the north,h and from the south, and shall sit down."

KINDNESS FOR HOUSE DOGS. Build Them Neat Beds, Well Protected From the Elements.

If you own a good dog, do not kick him outdoors when you go to bed and tell him [?] for himself. He cannot be expected to remain a good dog long.

Get a tight, large dry goods box, cut a circular hole, just big enough for this dog to press through, in one side of the box near the end. Nail a loose flap of carpet above the hole to keep out the wind.

Put on a sloping roof of matched boards and set the house in an open shed or on the outside of a building. A dog with such a residence, although it is cheap, will learn self respect. Now get several yards of heavy wire and fasten it near the dog's house, a little higher than your head, so it will not be an obstacle,

and carry it out to a tall post and fasten it taut about six feet high. String the ring of the dog's chain on it before fastening it. It is then but a second's work to snap or unsnap the chain from the dog's collar. The animal can have a fine run out to the post and back, insuring

health and cleanliness, and the way he will make the chain jingle along that wire will make you admire the contrivance. Give the dog an occasional bath with flea soap or a rubbing with bagging. Insect powder also will kill fleas if dusted dry into the hair. A dog's food should be varied, with not too much meat, though a bone is always a boon to him--table scraps, johnnycake made of meal and fine middlings, with a little bonemeal in it, and dried beet root. Stale bread from the baker's will piece out the dog's menu. Remember also that pure water is as important as food. For all purposes of the farmer the Scotch collie is the choice dog. He will not only drive stock by instinct, but is a good watcher, fond of children, and often a game hunter of vermin, squirrels, etc. Terriers--Scotch, Irish fox, bull and other sorts--are valuable animals not only for hunting rats, but as house dogs to detect robbers they are unequaled. They are generally safe and gamy, amusing pets. Foxhounds render an excellent service to poultry ratters, but setters, pointers and such pets of hunters cannot be trusted around poultry. They are better kept on the chain, being often snappy in disposition. Beware of Spitz dogs and degenerate

Newfoundlands, as they are prone to bite and seem especially liable to hydrophobia. A pure Newfoundland makes a noble protector, especially for children when near the water. A thoroughbred St. Bernard is the noblest and safest of canine companions, but they are too high priced for the average farmer.--Country Gentleman.

ECCENTRICITIES OF DICKENS. His Dread of Railway Traveling--Strange Mirror Antics. In some interesting "Recollections of Charles Dickens," in The Young Man, his oldest daughter tells how, after the railway accident which befell the novelist in 1805, he often suffered from a feeling of intense dread whenever he found himself in any kind of conveyance: "One occasion," she says, "I specially recall. While we were on our way from London to our little country station Higham, where the carriage was to meet us, my father suddenly clutched

the arms of the railway carriage seat, while his face grew ashy pale, and great drops of perspiration stood upon his fore-

head, and though he tried to master the dread it was so strong that he had to leave the train at the next station. The accident had left its impression upon the memory, and it was destined never to be [?]ated."

Miss Dickens, when an invalid, was frequently carried into her father's study and lay quietly on the sofa watching the novelist at work. On these occasions she was sometimes witness of a curious proceeding in which the novelist indulged:

"Suddenly my father would jump from his chair and rush to a mirror which hung near, and in which I could see the reflection of some extraordinary facial contortions which he was making.

He returned rapidly to his desk, wrote furiously for a few minutes, and then went again to the mirror. The facial pantomime was resumed, and then, turning toward but evidently not seeing me, he began talking rapidly in a low tone. Coming this soon, however, he returned once more to his desk, where he remained silently writing until luncheon time." It was not till long afterward that Miss Dickens discovered that, with his natural intensity, her father had thrown himself into the character that he was creating, "and that for the time being

he had not only lost sight of his surroundings, but had actually become in action, as in imagination, the personality of his pen."

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Club Life Among Women. I do approve of the extent to which club life among women has been carried, writes Ruth Ashmore in an article deprecating "The Restlessness of the Age" in The Ladies' Home Journal. I do think it charming for women to meet and talk over that which is interesting to each other, but I rather like the old fashioned way, when all womankind met in the afternoon, some with a bit of fancy work, some with hands that were resting, and then, as it grew near suppertime, the husbands and sons appeared, and after supper all had a merry time together. The advanced woman says that was the day of gossip, but I

have been the invited guest of many clubs, and I have never heard at a tea party as much malicious gossip as I have in these clubs, which, first of all, de-

mand that the members shall be sisters in words as well as in deeds. This sounds positive; but, my dear girl, it is true.

The malice and evil speaking that come out in the "society" are just as prominent in the "club," and are, I think, a little more daring. The desire for position is great, and the hurry to be president or chairman, or whatever the office may be, brings out all the petty faults

that the advanced woman scorns and de-

clares were relegated to the "sewing circle."

CANALS OF THE FUTURE.

They Will Be Large Enough For the Handling of a Heavy Business.

The history of the struggle between canals of small dimensions and of railroads has been the same in all countries. The fight raged bitterly for a number of years, the canals acting on the defensive, although they had as allies the states under whose patronage they were built and operated. The result has been the same in all cases--the unconditional surrender of the canals to the railroads. This, however, is not so much the fault of the system as of their management. The railroads have great advantages over canals. They are better able to

abridge distances both by reason of superior speed and of facilities for overcom-

ing elevations, spurning streams, free from danger of destructive floods, and

piercing through the highest mountains,

but their great success is mainly due to

the fact that they have kept pace with the progress of the world.

Waterways built from the beginning of the eighteenth century to the first quarter of the nineteenth century were

regarded ample to meet the requirements

of trade at the time they were constructed, and there was in many instances a progressive improvement in their dimensions and appurtenances. But while the industrial, agricultural and commercial developments of the world have advanced to proportions not dreamed of a century ago canals have remained stationary. They are now obsolete and can no longer fulfill the requirements of cheap transportation in competition with railroads. The canals of the future must have the dimensions and the facilities for rapid transport to adapt them to the new conditions of commerce. They must not be barge or boat canals, but ample waterways for the free passage of such ships as are now engaged in carrying the world's trade. Of such canals we have now some important types in successful operation, and others in process of construction or in completion.--Chautauquan.

THE SECRET OF LONG LIFE. Some Speculations of the Aged as to What

It May Be.

M. Bartholemy St. Hilaire, the famous French scholar and politician who recently entered on his ninetieth year full of physical and intellectual vigor, has been telling the inevitable interviewer how it is his days have been so

long in the land. It is, we are told, the

effect of adherence to the old precept, "early to bed and early to rise," with steady work during waking hours.

Every grand old man seems to have a secret of his own. Mr. Gladstone, we believe, attributes his longevity to his habit of taking a daily walk in all weathers and to his giving 32 bites to every morsel of food. Oliver Wendell Holmes pinned his faith on equability of temperature. The late Major Knox Holmes swore by the tricycle, which, in the end was the cause of his death. Dr. P. H. Van der Weyde, an American octogenarian, not long ago offered himself "as an example of the benign influence of the study and practice of music." Some aged persons give the credit of their long lives to the absence of tobacco, alcohol, meat or what not, others to their indulgence in all these things. One old lady, of whom we read not long ago as having reached the age of 80 or thereabouts, maintained that single blessedness is the real elixir vitae, and she ascribed the death of her brother at the tender age of 90 to the fact that he had committed matrimony in early life. M. Ferdinand de Lesseps believed in horse riding. Mr. James Baya complains that in his boyhood he "got a little bored with too much horse." The grand Francais seems to think that one can hardly have "too much horse." In a letter recently published M. de Lesseps delivered himself on the subject as follows: "I shall always feel deeply grateful to Larine, my riding master, who, from my earliest years, made me

share his keen passion for horses, and I am still convinced that daily horse exercise has in large measure been the means of enabling me to reach my eighty-fourth year in perfect health." Carlyle was also a great rider, almost to the end of his long life, and he not only rode, but, we believe, groomed his horse himself.

On the whole, it must be concluded that the real secret of longevity is a sound constitution prudently [?]ed. The only general rules that can be laid down are these set forth by Adam in "As You Like It."

Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood, Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility;695 Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.

That is the whole secret of long life. Shakespeare knew it as well as any one, yet he died at 52.--British Medical Journal.

Princes and Princesses. The English like to read about princes and princesses, and to gossip about their doings, and to utilize them for ceremonials, but their positive liking for them has rather narrow limits. They will not allow them any political influence; they are desperately jealous of their claim to appointments even in the army, though princes fill these fairly well; and they will not, when they can help it, vote them any money to live on. It will by-and-by be simply impossible even to ask Parliament for grants.

The real English feeling, we should have said, is limited to the sovereign, and to those who must succeed her, the throne rather than the royal family being the true object of the nation's regard.--London Spectator.

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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, larges 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]

The Stamp Was Made Fast.

There has been a deal of mild calum-

ny heaped on the postoffice and the bureau of engraving and printing for the lack of stickativeness on the back of the new stamps. But there has not been such a pointed rebuke as came through the mail the other day on a letter addressed to a member of the Press club.

It was pointed in more ways than one, for the stamp was fixed to the letter by a large safety pin. It was from another enterprising member of the Press club to a colleague in the city. No. 1 had gone up the country a little way, and in one of the backwoods towns of Maryland got hold of some of the stickless issue of stamps first sent out from Washington. The resourceful newspa-

perman, after licking the stamp in vain, pinned it to the envelope as aforesaid and wrote under it a short note to Postmaster Willet explaining that he had purchased a stamp for the letter, but had no other way of fastening it on. He suggested that if the letter did not reach Washington in the same train with the stamp it was the fault of the government and he asked that Mr. Willett make a personal matter of seeing it delivered at the Press Club.--

Washington Post.

Cooks of the Future.

A writer in The New England Kitchen is of the opinion that the teaching of cooking in the future will be in the hands of specialists--that is, the work will be divided into branches, as cook-

ing for the sick, the preparing of meats, making bread and the like. The writer

further states that "the demand for teachers of the household arts seems to be greater than the supply. There have been many calls lately for teachers of cookery who are also qualified to teach

sewing and millinery, and good salaries have been [?], ranging from $900 to $1,300 per year."

Juck's Sensitizing Process. The sensitizing of canvas, silk and paper has been much simplified and perfected, according to a new process due to Juck of Berlin. A mixture of bromide and iodide of silver is precipitated at a temperature of 28 degrees C. in the presence of a trace of gelatin and is maintained at that temperature for an hour or so, with constant agitation, so as to prevent the precipitate from coag-

ulating. Washing in a centrifugal machine removes the alkaline nitrate, and this is followed by mixing thoroughly with a cold solution of arrowroot which has been boiled in water until perfectly clear. The fabric or paper to be sensitized is now coated by means of a sponge in the darkroom and dried, and if the emulsion has not been washed it is soaked in water for an hour and dried again. Development takes place as for an ordinary gelatine bromide emulsion. Prints so made, says Juck, lend themselves far more readily to finishing in crayons, oils or water colors than when the fabric has been coated with an emulsion in gelatin, as there is no risk of the whole film stripping off the canvas. Paper pr ints made with the arrowroot emulsion may also be finished with both chalk and the brush, which was impossible before.

A machine for making tacks was patented in 1806, but not put into practical use until near the middle of the century. Now the world consumes 50,000,000 tacks a day.

W. L. DOUGLAS $3 SHOE IS THE BEST. NO SQUEAKING. $5 CORDOVAN, FRENCH & ENAMELLED CALF. $4. $3.50 FINE CALF & KANGAROO. $3.50 POLICE, 3 SOLES.

$2.50 $2. WORKINGMENS EXTRA FINE.

$2. $1.75 BOYS' SCHOOL SHOES. LADIES $3. $2.50 $2. $1.75 BEST DONGOLA. SEND FOR CATALOGUE. W. E. DOUGLAS, BROCKTON, MASS. Over One Million People wear the W. L. Douglas $3 & $4 Shoes All our shoes are equally satisfactory They give the best value for the money. They equal custom shoes in style and fit. Their wearing qualities are unsurpassed. The prices are uniform--stamped on sole. From $1 to $3 saved over other makes. If your dealer cannot supply you we can. Sold by

C. A. CAMPBELL.

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. 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.