CALL TO OUTSIDERS. SERMON BY DR. TALMAGE AT THE NEW YORK ACADEMY OF MUSIC. Rhe Dog in the Manger Spirit--Sheep That Are In Strange Folds--People Who Are Gospel Hardened--The Cry For Holy. NEW YORK, Feb. 10.--Three thousand persons were turned away from the Academy of Music this afternoon, being unable to gain admission. A few minutes after the doors were opened the auditorium and galleries were densely crowded. Rev. Dr. Talmage's sermon for the day was "A Call to Outsiders," the text chosen being John x, 16, "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold." There is no monopoly in religion. The grace of God is not a little property that we may fence off and have all to ourselves. It is not a king's park at which we look through the barred gateway, wishing that we might go in and see the deer and the statuary and pluck the flowers and fruits in the royal conservatory. No. It is the Father's orchard, and everywhere there are bars that we may let down and gates that we

may swing open.

In my boyhood next to the country schoolhouse there was an orchard of apples, owned by a very lame man, who, although there were apples in the place perpetually decaying and by scores and scores of bushels, never would allow any of us to touch the fruit. One day, in the sinfulness of a nature inherited from our first parents, who were ruined by the same temptation, some of us invaded that orchard, but soon retreated, for the man came after us at a speed reckless of making his lameness worse and cried out, "Boys, drop those apples, or I'll set the dog on you."

In Strange Company.

Well, my friends, there are Christian men who have the church under severe guard. There is fruit in this orchard for the whole world, but they have a rough and unsympathetic way of accosting outsider, as though they had no business here, though the Lord wants them all to come and take the largest and ripest fruit on the premises. Have you and idea, because you were baptized at 13 months of age, and because you have all your life been under hallowed influence, that therefore you have a right to one whole side of the Lord's table, spreading yourself out and taking up the entire room? I tell you no. You will have to haul in your elbows, for I shall place on either side of you those whom you never expected would sit there, for, as Christ said to his favored people long ago, so he says to you and to me, "Other sheep I have which

are not of this fold."

MacDonald, the Scotchman, has four or five dozen head of sheep. Some of them are browsing on the heather; some of them are lying down under the trees; some of them are in his yard--they are scattered around in eight or ten different places. Cameron, his neighbor, comes over and says: "I see you have 80 sheep. I have just counted them." "No," says MacDonald, "I have a great many more sheep than that. Some are here, and some are elsewhere. They are scattered all around about. I have 4,000 or 5,000 in my flocks. Other sheep I have which are not in this fold." So Christ says to us. Here is a knot of Christians, and there is a knot of Christians, but they make up a small part of the flock. Here is the Episcopal fold, the Methodist fold, the Lutheran fold, the Congregational fold, the Presbyterian fold, the Baptist and the Pedo-Baptist fold, the only difference between these last two being the mode of sheep washing, and so they are scattered all over, and we come with our stastistics and say there are so many thousands of the Lord's sheep, but Christ responds: "No, no. You have not seen more than one out of 1,000 of my flock. They are scattered all over the earth. 'Other sheep I have which are not of this fold.'"

Christ in my text was prophesying conversion of the gentiles with as much confidence as though they were already converted, and he is now, in the words of my text, prophesying the coming of a great multitude of outsiders that you never supposed would come in, saying to you and saying to me, "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold."

Stray Sheep. In the first place, I remark that the heavenly shepherd will find many of his sheep among the nonchurchgoers. There are congregations where they are all Christians, and they seem to be completely finished, and they remind one of the skeleton leaves which by chemical preparation have had all the greenness and verdure taken off them and are left cold and white and delicate, nothing wanting but a glass case to put over them. The minister of Christ has nothing to do with such Christians but to come once a week and with ostrich feather dust off the accumulation of the last six days, leaving them bright and crystalline as before. But the other kind of church is an armory, with perpetual sound of drum and fife, gathering recruits for the Lord of Hosts. We say to every applicant: "Do you want to be on God's side--the safe side and the happy side? If so, come in the armory and get equipped. Here is a bath in which to be cleansed. Here are sandals to put upon your feet. Here is a helmet for your brow. Here is a breastplate for your heart. Here is a sword for your right arm, and yonder is the battlefield. Quit yourselves like men."

There are some here who say, "I stopped going to church 10 or 20 years ago." My brother, is it not strange that you should be the first man I should talk to today? I know all your case. I know it very well. You have not been accustomed to come into religious assemblage, but I have a surprising announcement to make to you--you are going to become one of the Lord's sheep. "Ah," you say, "it is impos-

sible. You don't know how far I am from anything of that kind." I know all about it. I have wandered up and down the world, and I understand your case. I have a still more startling an-

nouncement to make in regard to you--you are not only going to become one of the Lord's sheep, but you will become one today. You will stay after this service to be talked with about your soul.

People of God, pray for that man. That is the only one for you here. I shall not beak off so much as a crumb for you, Christians, in this sermon, for I am going to give it all to the outsiders. "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold."

When the Atlantic went to pieces on Mars' rock, and the people clambered upon the beach, why did not that heroic minister of the gospel of whom we have all read sit down and take care of those men on the beach, wrapping them in flannels, kindling fire for them, seeing that they got plenty of food? Ah, he

knew that there were others who would do that. He says: "Yonder are men and women freezing in the rigging of that wreck. Boys, launch the boat."

And now see the oar blades bend under the strong pull, but before they reached the rigging a woman was frozen and dead. She was washed off, poor thing. But he says, "There is a man to save," and he cries out: "Hold on five minutes longer, and I will save you. Steady; steady. Give me your hand. Leap into the lifeboat. Thank god, he is saved!"

So there are some here today who are safe on the shore of God's mercy. I

will not spend any time with them at all, but I see there are some who are freezing in the rigging of sin and sur-

rounded by perilous storms. Pull away, my lads! Let us reach them. Alas, one

is washed off and gone. There is one more to be saved. Let us push out for that one. Clutch the rope. Oh, dying

man, clutch it as with a death grip.

Steady, now, on the slippery places. Steady, there--saved, saved! Just as I thought. For Christ has declared that

there are some still in the breakers who shall come ashore. "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold." Searching For Stray Sheep. Christ commands his ministers to be fishermen, and when I go fishing I do not want to go among other churches, but

into the wide world, not sitting along

Hohokus creek, where eight or ten oth-

er persons are sitting with hook and line, but, like the fishermen of Newfoundland, sailing off and dropping net away outside, 40 or 50 miles from shore. Yes, there are nonchurchgoers here who will come in. Next Sabbath they will be here again or in some better church. They are this moment being swept into Christian associations. Their voice will be heard in public prayer. They will die in peace, their bed surrounded by Christian sym-

pathies and to be carried out by devout men to be buried and on their grave be chiseled the words, "Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints." And on resurrection day you will get up with the dear children you

have already buried and with your Christian parents who have already won the palm. And all that grand and glorious history begins this hour. "Other

sheep I have which are not of this

fold."

I remark again, the heavenly shepherd is going to find a great many of his sheep among those who are positive rejectors of Christianity. I do not know how you came to reject Christianity. It may have been through hearing Theodore Parker preach, or through reading Benan's "Life of Jesus," or through the infidel talk of some young man in your store. It may have been through the trickery of some professed Christian man who disgusted you with religion.

I do not ask you how you became so, but you frankly tell me that you do re-

ject it. You do not believe that Christ

is a divine being, although you admit

that he was a very good man. You do

not believe that the Bible was inspired

of God, although you think there are

some very fine things in it. You believe

that the Scriptural description of Eden

was only an allegory. There are 50

things that I believe that you do not believe. And yet you are an accommodating man. Everybody that knows you says that of you. If I should ask you to do a kindness for me, or if any one else

should ask of you a kindness, you would

do it. Now, I have a kindness to ask of

you today. It is something that will cost you nothing and will give me great delight. I want you by experiment to try the power of Christ's religion. If I should come to you, and you were very sick, and doctors had given you up and said there was no chance for you, and I should take out a bottle and say: "Here is a medicine that will cure you. It has cured 50 people, and it will cure you," you would say, "I have no confidence

in it." I would say, "Won't you take

it to oblige me?" "Well," you would say, "if it's any accommodation to you, I'll take it." My friend, will you be just as accommodating in matters of religion? There are some of you who have found out that this world cannot satisfy your soul. You are like the man who told me one Sabbath after the service

was over, "I have tried this world and found it an insufficient portion. Tell me of something better." You have come to that. You are sick for the need of divine medicament.

Ready to Obey. Now I come and tell you of a physician who will cure you, who has cured hundreds and hundreds who were as sick as you are. "Oh," you say, "I have no confidence in him." But will you not try him? Accommodate me in the matter; oblige me in this matter; just try him. I am very certain he will cure you. You reply, "I have no especial confidence in him, but if you ask me as a matter of accommodation introduce him." So I do introduce him--Christ, the physician who has cured more blind eyes and healed more ghastly wounds and bound up more broken hearts than all the doctors since the time of Aesculapius. That divine physician is here.

Are you not ready to try him? Will you not, as a pure matter of experiment, try him and state your case before him this hour? Hold nothing back from him. If you cannot pray, if you do not know how to pray any other way, say: "O Lord Jesus Christ, this is a strange thing for me to do. I know nothing about the formulas of religion. These Christian people have been talking so long about what thou canst do for me I am ready to do whatever thou commandest me to do. I am ready to take whatever thou commandest me to take. If there be any power in religion, as these people say, let me have the advantage of it." Will you try that experiment now? I do not at this point of my discourse say that there is anything in religion, but I simply say try it, try it. Do not take my counsel or the counsel of any clergyman, if you despise clergymen. Perhaps we may be talking professionally; perhaps we may be prejudiced in the matter; perhaps we may be hypocritical in our utterances; perhaps our advice is not worth taking. Then take the counsel of some very respectable laymen, as John Miller, the poet; as William Wilberforce, the statesman; as Isaac Newton, the astronomer; as Robert Boyle,

the philosopher; as Locke, the metaphysician. They never preached or pretended to preach, and yet putting down, one his telescope, and another his parliamentary scroll, and another his electrician's wire, they all declare the adaption of Christ's religion to the wants and troubles of the world. If you will not take the recommendation of ministers of the gospel, then take the recommendation of highly respectable laymen.

O men, skeptical and struck through with unrest, would you not like to have some of the peace which broods over our souls today? I know all about your doubts. I have been through them all. I have gone through all the curriculum. I have doubted whether there is a God, whether Christ is God. I have doubted the immortality of the soul, I have doubted my own existence, I have doubted everything, and yet out of that hot desert of doubt, I have come into the [?], luxuriant, sunshiny land of gospel hope and peace and comfort, and so I have confidence in preaching to you and asking you to come in. However often you may have spoken against the Bible, or however much you may have caricatured religion, step ashore from that rocking and tumultuous sea. If you go home today adhering to your infidelities, you will not sleep one wink. You do not want your children to come up with your skepticism. You cannot afford to let in that midnight darkness, can you? If you do not believe in anything else, you believe in love--a father's love, a mother's love, a wife's love, a child's love. Then let me tell you that God loves you more than them all. Oh, you must come in. You will come in! The great heart of Christ aches to have you come in, and Jesus this very moment--whether you sit or stand--looks into your eyes and says, "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold."

A Cry For Help.

Again I remark that the heavenly shepherd is going to find a great many sheep among those who have been flung of evil habit. It makes me sad to see the Christian people give up a prodigal as lost. There are those who talk as though the grace of God were a chain of 40 or 50 links, and after they had run out there was nothing to touch the depth of a very bad case. If they were hunting and got off the track of the deer, they would look longer among the brakes and bushes for the lost game than they have been looking for that lost soul. People tell us that if a man have delirium tremens twice he cannot be reclaimed; that after a woman has sacrificed her integrity she cannot be restored. The Bible has distinctly intimated that the Lord Almighty is ready to pardon 490 times--that is, 70 times 7. There are men before the throne of God who have wallowed in every kind of sin, but saved by the grace of Jesus and washed in his blood they stand there radiant now. There are those who plunged into the very lowest of all the hells in New York who have for the tenth time been lifted up, and finally, by the grace of God, they stand in heaven gloriously rescued by the grace promised to the chief of sinners. I want to tell you that God loves to take hold of a very bad case. When the church casts you off, and when the clubroom casts you off, and when business associates cast you off, and when father casts you off, and when mother casts you off, and when everybody casts you off, your first cry for help will bend the eternal God clear down into the ditch of your suffering and shame. The Good Templars cannot save you, although they are a grand institution. The Sons of Temperance cannot save you, although they are mighty for good. Signing the temperance pledge cannot save you, although I believe in it. Nothing but the grace of the eternal God can

save you, and that will if you will throw

yourself on it. There is a man in this house who said to me: "Unless God helps me I cannot be delivered. I have tried everything, sir, but now I have got in the habit of prayer, and when I come to a drinking saloon I pray that God will take me safe past, and I pray until I am past. He does help me." For every man given to strong drink there are scores of traps set, and when he goes out on business tomorrow he will be in infinite peril, and no one but the everywhere present God can see that man through. Oh, they talk about the catacombs of Naples, and the catacombs of Egypt--the burial places under the city where the dust of a great multitude lies--but I tell you New York has its catacombs, and Boston has its catacombs, and Philadelphia its catacombs. They are the underground restaurants, full of dead men's bones and all uncleanliness. Young man, you know it. God help you. There is no need of going into the art gallery to see in the skillful sculpture that wonderful representation of a man and his sons wound around with serpents. There are families represented in this house that are wrapped in the martyrdom of fang and scale and venom--a living Laccoon of ghastliness and horror. What are you to do? I am not speaking into the air. I am talking to hundreds of men who must be saved by Christ's gospel or never saved at all. What are you going to do?

Help For the Intemperate.

Do not put your trust in bromide of potassium, or in jamaica ginger, or anything that apothecaries can mix. Put your trust only in the eternal God, and he will see you through. Some of you do not have temptations every day. It is a periodic temptation that comes every six weeks, or every three months, when it seems as if the powers of darkness kindle around about your tongue the fires of the pit. It is well enough at such a time, as some of you do, to seek medical counsel, but your first and most importunate cry must be to God. If the fiends will drag you to the slaughter, make them do it on your knees. O God, now that the paroxysm of thirst is coming again upon that man, help him! Fling back into the pit of hell the fiend that assaults his soul this moment. Oh, my heart aches to see men go on in this fearful struggle without Christ. There are in this house those whose hands so tremble from dissipation that they can hardly hold a book, and yet I have to tell you that they will yet preach the gospel and on communion days carry around consecrated bread, acceptable to everybody, because of their holy life and their consecrated behavior. The Lord is going to save you. Your home has got to be rebuilt. Your physical health has got to be restored. Your worldly business has got to be reconstructed. The church of God is going to rejoice over your discipleship. "Other sheep I have which are not of this fold." While I have hope for all prodigals, there are some people in this house whom I give up. I mean those who have been churchgoers all their life, who have maintained outward morality, but who, notwithstanding 20, 30, 40 years of Christian advantages, have never yielded their heart to Christ. They are gospel hardened. I could call their names now, and if they would rise up they would rise up in scores. Gospel hardened! A sermon has no more effect upon them than the shining moon on the city pavement. As Christ says, "The publicans and his lots will go into the kingdom of God before them." They have resisted all the importunity of divine mercy and have gone during these 30 years through most powerful earthquakes of religious feeling, and they are further away from God than ever. After awhile they will lie down sick, and some day it will be told that they are dead. No hope!

The Open Fold. But I turn to outsiders with a bone that thrills the through my body and soul. "Other sheep I have have which are not of this fold." You are not gospel hardened. You have not heard or read many sermons during the last few years. As you came in today everything was novel, and all the services are suggestive of your early days. How sweet the opening hymn sounded in your ears, and how blessed is this hour! Everything suggestive of heaven. You do not weep, but the shower is not far off. You sigh, and you have noticed that there is always a sigh in the wind before the rain falls. There are those here who would give anything if they could and relief in tears. They say: "Oh, my wasted life! Oh, the bitter past! Oh, the graves over which I have stumbled! Whither shall I fly? Alas for the future! Everything is dark--so dark, so dark! God help me! God pity me!" Thank the Lord for that last utterance! You have begun to pray, and when a man begins to petition that sets all heaven flying this way, and God steps in and beats back the hounds of temptation to their kennels, and around about the poor wounded soul puts the covert of his pardoning mercy. Hark, I hear something--something fall! What was that? It is the bars of the fence around the sheepfold. The shepherd lets them down, and the hunted sheep of the mountain bound in, and some of them their fleece torn with the brambles, some of them their feet lame with the dogs, but bounding in. Thank God! "Other sheep I have which are

not of this fold."

WHEN FRENCHMEN LAUGH. How They Regard Outsiders Who Criticise Their Country. A Parisian who during the few years of his residence in New York have observed American sensitiveness to any criticism from foreigners says that this reminds him of a difference between Frenchmen and Americans. "When an Englishman or a German or any other foreigner," he remarked, "who has been in France writes a book finding fault with Frenchmen, or their manners, or their cookery, or their domestic habits, or their fashions, or their architecture, or their ways of life, we do not take offense at the book, but we ridicule and laugh at the author of it. There are bonmots about the poor author in the journals, there are caricatures. We sneer in good fun at his ignorance of France and our customs. We have pleasant times over him, and he puts all Paris in an agreeable humor. If he be a person of consequence, we dramatize him in a comedy which will make the habitues of a cafe chantant happy for an hour. "Let the German get obfuscated over French cookery; we speak of the horrible things that are eaten in Germany. Let an Englishman do it; we advise him to devour his raw ros bif of the cannibals.

They do not like French esprit. That is because they are very stupid. They do not admire Paris. We remind them of such gross places as Hamburg or Man-

chester. We do not get angry at them,

but mock them in the spirit of gayety.

Thus they are mortified. We Frenchmen know that everything in France is the best in the world and do not care for the ignorant words of incompetent barbarians. France is sufficient for herself, and the soul of France is Paris, which all the world tries to imitate, at which we are amused.

"But the Americans, unlike the French, are very sensitive as to the things said about them by the foreigners who scribble books. This is evidence of their immaturity, their lack of self respect, their consciousness that they can be successfully assailed, their apprehensions that they have weaknesses which are visible to strangers or their knowledge that the boasting in which they sometimes indulge is mere bombast.

"It is two generations since Mrs. Trollope ridicules the Americans in her jolly book, yet when I utter her name one day to a Puritan of Boston he got outraged at her memory. This is foolish-

ness in the Americans, who have a fine country, a satisfactory population, manners that are not intolerable and some curious French cookery perpetrated by Germans. The Americans must attain to the equilibrium of mind which characterizes the Frenchmen. They must take no more heed than Frenchmen take of what the foreigners think of them. They must laugh at every word uttered by their foreign critics. Above all, they must refrain from reading the piquant books of their assailants. The French would not read a foreign book which depreciated France. Yet Americans are always ready to buy English books which slur their country and people."--New York Sun.

Britain Slowly Washing Away. The British board of hydrographers have made a report which is startling in some of its details. It appears that after a long series of observations it has been ascertained that the little Thames is carrying 14,000,000 cubic feet of British soil into the sea annually. In order to get an idea of what the above figures really mean, let us imagine a huge mass of stone 100 feet in width, 100 feet long and 100 feet high. Then let us imagine that 14 of these immense cubes are yearly floated out to sea from the British mainland. The Thames basin has, however, an area of 6,160 square miles. The immense amount of solid matter alluded to above is taken grain by grain from this large extent of surface, so that it only wears away that surface of the basin as a whole at the rate of one eight hundredth part of an inch each year. At the rate of wear and tear mentioned in the opening paragraph of this article one would naturally supposed that within a few hundred

years the whole of the main British isle would be deposited at the bottom of the ocean, but owing to the vast area from which that 14,000,000 cubic feet of solid matter is gathered the basin of the Thames has only been lowered one single inch since the Norman conquest.

Some of the readers of this will no

doubt be disappointed to find that the

rate of erosion is so slow and will declare that the head line conveys a different impression. The island is, however, "slowly washing away," for the statistician of the hydrographic board says that it will take 3,500,000 years more to reduce Britain to the level of the sea.

--St. Louis Republic.

Lincoln's Frankness With Hooker.

At no stage of the war was the Army of the Potomac in such a demoralized condition as during the period from the

defeat of Fredericksburg until Hooker was called to the command. Lincoln believed that some of Burnside's corps commanders were unfaithful to him, and where was he to get a commander? It is an open secret that Sedgwick, Meade and Reynolds each in turn declined it, and the president finally turned to Hooker as the only main whose enthusiasm might inspire the demoralized army into effectiveness as an aggressive military power. That Lincoln was much distressed at the condition then existing is evident from many sources, but he makes it specially evident in a characteristic letter addressed by him to Hooker on the 26th of January, 1863, telling him of his assignment to the command of the Army of the Potomac. In this letter he says to Hooker: "I think that during General Burnside's command of the army you have taken counsel of your ambition and thwarted him as much as you could, in which you did a great wrong to the country and to a most meritorious and honorable officer. I have heard, in such a way as to believe it, of your recently saying that both the army and the government needed a dictator. Of course it was not for this, but in spite of it, that I have given you the command. Only those generals who gain success can set up as dictators. What I now ask of you is military success, and I will risk the dictatorship." Hooker accepted this pointed admonition like a true soldier. His answer was: "He talks to me like a father. I shall not answer this letter until I have won a great victory."--Colonel A. K. McClure in McClure's Magazine.

Electric Fire Engines.

There can be little question that an

electric portable fire engine would be efficient and thoroughly practical were the question of current supply settled and were it not that this part of the outfit, if properly installed and used for its special purpose only, would necessi-

tate so great an outlay of money. But it is not absolutely necessary that a separate plant should be installed for the electric engine system. Where a city or district is well supplied with electric lighting, railway or power

mains, distributed fairly well and all

of the same nature and voltage, these could be used for current supply by connecting them at intervals with suitable

tap or switch boxes which would be easily accessible and to which the engine motor could be connected. It would not be necessary to have these

switchboxes very close to the water plugs. They could be some distance away, and the cable carried by the engine would be attached to the nearest one. The electric supply mains and

switch plugs or boxes would thus have to be only in the principal streets and avenues. The engine could be connected to any water plug without regard to the location of the connection boxes, as enough flexible cable could always be carried on the engine to permit operating the engines at quite some distance from the distributing mains.--Joseph Sachs in Cassier's Magazine.

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The "Tramp" Printer. The typesetting machines are fast thinning out the ranks of the journeyman printer, who was once such a familiar character in the newspaper offices. One of this class dropped into The Constitution office night before last. He listened sadly to the click of the linotypes in an adjoining room and said, with grim humor, "That's the deathknell of the tramp printer." He came back an hour afterward with some two columns of philosophy and incident that he had written, the text of which was the "Glory of the Traveling Printer." There was the story of Amos Cummings going to The Tribune a tramp printer and getting a job. "Governor Hogg of Texas once held cases, and he held them in more than one town," the story went. "He is still a member of the union and pays his dues regularly. I called on him in Austin recently, and he said he was very glad to see me indeed. In fact, he always was glad to see a printer. I had quite a pleasant chat with him. They say the governor has a presidential bee in his bonnet."--Atlanta Constitution.

Japan's Learned Soldiers.

It appears that notebooks are quite common in the Japanese army among both soldiers and coolies. They keep regular diaries and take copious notes of everything they see. "It is surpris-

ing," writes a war correspondent of the China Mail, "what a lot they know about the great west. Several of them talk intelligently of Spartans and Persians, Napoleon and his march to Moscow and even compare the abolition of feudalism in England and Japan. They fully understand all that is implied in the contest between old fashioned hand to hand warfare and modern long range maneuvers, and they speak scornfully

of the Chinese tactics at Ping Yang in trying cavalry charges against massed bodies of riflemen without first using

their machine guns, as the French at Waterloo did their [?], to throw the ranks in disorder. All this from the Japanese must be surprising to Europeans, because we do not know them. Their progress is greater and more real than foreigners imagine."--London News.

THE TELEPHONE. Does the Use of the Instrument Save Time, or Does It Waste It?

There is a general doubt whether the telephone has really ever saved any net amount of man's time. Perhaps today

one may save almost half a day's journey by the use of the telephone and

perhaps tomorrow some one wastes half an hour of his time by calling him needlessly over the instrument, and next day somebody wastes another half hour, and so on until the saved half day is put over on to the other side of the

account. There is a class of people who are in a special way the victims of the telephone. They haven't one at their

elbow nor a cheaply paid employee to answer calls for them. They are within calling distance, and no one hesitates to call them over that distance.

Imagine yourself one of these people.

You are actively at work in your room, developing a line of thought that has

just come to you and may not come again. Some one comes in and says, "You're wanted at the telephone--Boston, 6199." You throw down your pen. Shall you answer the call? You don't want to, but after reflection that perhaps it may be something important to somebody you get up and go a long way, and after some five minutes' waiting for some one to get out of the telephone closet you are admitted. "Hello, Tremont--hello, Tremont--hello, Tremont!" Total silence of Tremont. You ring again. "What number please?" snappishly from Tremont. "Boston, 6199"--another long silence, which never has any explanation. But after another call you get this answer, "6199's busy."

So you hang up the instrument and go outside and wait five minutes. And then you resume your plaintive petitions to Tremont to listen to you, and perhaps after ten minutes more you get number 6199, and you find then that Perkinson just thought he'd ask you what kind of a flower it is that goes to seed in November and has a kind of a button on top. He doesn't remember what kind of leaves it has and never thought of noticing what kind of a place it grows in, but he knew that of course you'd know the moment you heard of it. Then you tell him that you don't know, and discuss the weather and his family's health with him, and give him a sad, sad goodby, and go back to your room, and see by your watch that you have lost exactly half an hour. Then you try to get to work and can't make it go to save your life. It is quite useless. You put on your hat and overcoat and go down town to paw over the books on the counters of the book stores and try to get cheered up. Ah, the telephone is a great invention for saving time!--New York Mail and Express.

Largest Lighthouse In the World.

The distinction of owning the most powerful flashlight and the largest lighthouse in the world belongs to

France. This monster light has been set

up at Cap de la Heve, near Havre, in

the center of the most dangerous section of the French coast. For the past year the French lighthouse board has been

making some curious experiments at the Cap de la Heve tower. First they used oil lamps, with fixed lenticular apparatus, which yielded 19,000 candle power and could be seen 49½ miles. The next trial was that of the fixed lenticular in connection with powerful electric arc lamps, the light in this case being equal to 24,000 candle power and capable of being seen 57 miles. The next trial was that of electric arc and flashing machinery yielding 24,000,000 candle power, which could be seen no less than 130 miles on a clear night. The light now in use at this Titan of the lighthouses has power equal to 40,000,000 candles, and its reflection can be seen 243 miles.--St. Louis Republic.

What is joy? A sunbeam between two clouds.

C. THOMAS, NO. 108 MARKET STREET,

PHILADELPHIA.

HEADQUARTERS OF SOUTH JERSEY FOR FINE FAMILY GROCERIES.

ALWAYS THE FRESHEST AND BEST TO BE FOUND IN THE MARKET.

Full Flavored Teas, Choice Brands of Coffee, Sugars of all Grades,

Canned Fruits,

Pickles, Spices, Raisins, Dried

Beef, Butter and Lard.

Hams of Best Quality,

Weighed when Purchased by

Customers. No Loss in Weight Charged to Purchasers. Stop in and make selections from the best,

largest and freshest stock in Philadelphia.

Orders by mail promptly attended to and goods delivered free of charge at any railroad or steamboat in the city.

LOW PRICES. Satisfaction Gauranteed. [sic]

English Railroads. The staff of the English railroads in mostly made up of men who entered the service as lads, say, 14 years old, and necessarily in very subordinate posi-tions--about the stations as porters and telegraph boys, in the offices as messengers and subordinate clerks, or in the shops doing such humble work as a boy can do. These boys come largely from the farms. In fact, one old station master

told me that the plowboys are the best material that he has. He himself having been a plowboy, and his general superintendent having been another, perhaps he is a little prejudiced, but he

said these boys are less inclined to drink and to be saucy than city bred boys. They are healthier and more docile and have sounder brains.--Scribner's Magazine.

Bronzing Metals. A beautiful soft bronze color is imparted to metals by rubbing with a mixture of [?] and graphite, the application [?] with a brush. Antique [?] is ascertained by dipping the [?] into a solution of [?] parts by weight of salt, 10 parts cream of tartar, [?] parts acetate of copper and 30 parts [?] to 20 parts of vinegar. The satin finish is produced [?] of copper and subsequent [?] with wax. Old [?] by [?] of the [?] and [?] of wax [?].--New York Sun.

A Vivid Imagination.

A Springfield man awoke one night with a tormenting pain in his back. He directed his wife to apply a plaster and told her where the plaster was to be found. Re-

lieved of the pain soon after the plaster was applied, sleep came, but in the morning it was ascertained that instead of a plaster a sheet of postage stamps had wrought the cure.--Good Housekeeping.

All Business.

Helen--Poor, dear George must be devoting himself to business strictly.

Florence--What makes you think so, dear?

Helen--Why, he only writes me twice a day now.--[?] Tribune.

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All our shoes are equally satisfactory They give the best value for the money.

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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 Modem 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.