THE ALL SEEING EYE. VISION, SAYS THE REV. DR. TALMAGE, IS THE CREATOR'S MASTERPIECE. But the Eye of God Is More Indescribably Wonderful, Searching and Overwhelm-ing--An Extremely Eloquent and Instructive Discourse--Sight Restored.

NEW YORK, July 28.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is still absent on his summer preaching tour in the west and southwest, has prepared for today a sermon on "The All Seeing," the text selected being Psalm xciv, 9, "He that

formed the eye, shall he not see?"

The imperial organ of the human system is the eye. All up and down the Bible God honors it, extols it, illustrates it or arraigns it. Five hundred and thir-ty-four times it is mentioned in the Bible. Omnipresence--"the eyes of the Lord are in every place." Divine care--"as the aple of the eye." The clouds

--"the eyelids of the morning." Irrev-erence--"the eye that mocketth at its father." Pride--"Oh, how lofty are their eyes!" Inattention--"the fool's eye in the ends of the earth." Divine inspection--"wheels full of eyes." Sud-denness--"in the twinkling of an eye at the last trump." Olivetic sermon--"the light of the body is the eye." This morning's text--"He that formed the eye, shall he not see?" The surgeons, the doctors, the anatomists and the physiologists understand much of the glories of the two great lights of the human face, but the vast multitudes go on from cradle to grave without any appreciation of the two great masterpieces of the Lord God Almighty. If God had lacked anything of infinite wisdom, he would have failed in creating the human eye. We wander through the earth trying to see wonderful sights, but the most wonderful sight that we ever see is not so wonderful as the instruments

through which we see it.

It has been a strange thing to me for 40 years that some scientist with enough eloquence and magnetism did not go through the country with illustrated lectures on canvas 30 feet square to startle and thrill and overwhelm Christendom with the marvels of the human eye. We want the eye taken from all its technicalities, and some one who shall lay aside all talk about the pterygomaxillary fissures, and the sclerotica, and the chiasma of the optic nerve, and in common parlance which you and I and everybody can understand present the subject. We have learned men who have been telling us what our origin is and what we were. Oh, if some one should come forth from the dissecting table and from the classroom of the university and take the platform, and asking the help of the Creator, demonstrate the wonders of what we are! If I refer to the physiological facts suggested by the former part of my text it is only to bring out in a plainer way the theological lessons at the latter part of my text, "He that formed the eye, shall he not see?" I suppose my text re-

ferred to the human eye, since it excels

all others in structure and in adaptation. The eyes of fish and reptiles and moles and bats are very simple things, because they have not much to do. There

are [?] with eyes, yes, but the 100

eyes have less faculty than the human eyes. The black beetle swimming the summer pond has two eyes under water and two eyes above the water, but the four insectile are not equal to the two human. Man, placed at the head of all living creatures, must have supreme equipment, while the blind fish in the

Mammoth cave of Kentucky have only an undeveloped organ of sight, an apology for the eye, which, if through some crevice of the mountain they should get into the sunlight, might be developed into positive eyesight. In the first chapter of Genesis we find that God, without any consultation, created the light, created the trees, created the fish, created the fowl, but when he was about to make man he called a convention of divinity, as though to imply that all the powers of the Godhead were to be enlisted in the achievement. "Let us make man." Put a whole ton of emphasis on that word "us." "Let us make man." And if God called a convention of divinity to create man I think the two great questions in that conference were how to create a soul and how to make an appropriate window for that emperor to look out of.

Structure of the Eye. See how God honored the eye before he created it. He cried, until chaos was irradiated with the utterance, "Let there be light!" In other words, before he introduced man into this temple of the world he illuminated it, prepared it for the eyesight. And so, after the last human eye has been destroyed in the final demolition of the world, stars are to fall, and the sun is to cease its shining, and the moon is to turn into blood. In other words, after the human eyes are no more to be profited by their shining, the chandeliers of heaven are to be turned out. God, to educate and to bless and to help the human eye, set in the mantel of heaven two lamps--a gold lamp and a silver lamp--the one for the day and the other for the night. To show how God honors the eye, look at the two halls built for the residence of the eyes, seven bones making the wall for each eye, the seven bones curiously wrought together. Kingly palace of ivory is considered rich, but the halls for the residence of the human eye are richer by so much as human bone is more sacred than elephantine tusk. See how God honored the eyes when he made a roof for them, so that the sweat of toil should not smart them and the rain dashing against the forehead should not drip into them. The eyebrows not bending over the eye, but reaching to the right and to the left, so that the rain and the sweat should be compelled to drop upon the cheek, instead of falling into this divinely protected human eyesight. See how God honored the eye in the fact presented by anatomists and physiologists that there are 800 contrivances in every eye. For window shutters, the eyelids opening and closing 33,000 times a day. The eyelashes so constructed that they have their selection as to what shall be admitted, saying to the dust, "Stay out," and saying to the light, "Come in." For inside curtains of iris, or pupil of the eye, according as the light is greater or less, contracting or dilating. The eye of the owl is blind in the daytime, the eyes of some creatures are blind at night, but the human eye so marvelously constructed can see both by day and by night. Many of the other creatures of God can move the eye only from side to side, but the human eye so marvelously constructed has one muscle to lift the eye, and another muscle to lower the eye, and another muscle to roll it to the right, and another muscle to roll it to the left, and another muscle passing through a pulley to turn it round and round--an elaborate gearing of six muscles as perfect as God could make them. There also is the retina, gathering the rays of light and passing the visual impression along the optic nerve, about the thickness of the lamp-

wick--passing the visual impression on

to the sensorism and on into the soul.

What a delicate lens, what an exquisite screen, what soft cushions, what wonderful chemistry of the human eye! The

eye, washed by a slow stream of moisture whether we sleep or wake, rolling imperceptibly over the pebble of the eye and emptying into a bone of the nostril. A contrivance so wonderful that it can see the sun, 95,000,000 miles away, and the point of a pin. Telescope and microscope in the same contrivance. The astronomer swings and moves this way and that and adjusts and readjusts the telescope until he gets it to the right focus. The microscopist moves this way and that and adjusts and readjusts the magnifying glass until it is prepared to do its work, but the human eye, without a touch, beholds the star and the smallest insect. The traveler among the Alps, with one glance taking in Mont Blanc and the face of his watch to see whether

he has time to climb it.

The Tear Glands.

Oh, this wonderful camera obscura which you and I carry about with us, so today we can take in our friends, so from the top of Mount Washington we can take in New England, so at night we can sweep into our vision the constellations from horizon to horizon. So delicate, so semi-infinite, and yet the light coming 95,000,00 of miles at the rate of 200,000 miles a second is obliged to halt at the gate of the eye, waiting for admission until the portcullis be lifted. Something hurled 95,000,000 of miles and striking an instrument which has not the agitation of even winking under the power of the stroke! There also is the merciful arrangement of the tear gland, by which the eye is washed, and from which rolls the tide which brings the relief that comes in tears when some bereavement or great loss strikes us. The tear not an augmentation of sorrow, but the breaking up of the arctic of frozen grief in the warm gulf stream of consolation. Incapacity to weep is madness or death. Thank God for the tear glands, and that the crystal gates are so easily opened. Oh, the wonderful hydraulic apparatus of the human eye! Divinely constructed vision! Two lighthouses at the harbor of the immortal soul, under the shining of which the world sails in and drops anchor! What an anthem of praise to God is the human eye! The tongue is speechless and a clumsy instrument of expression as compared with it. Have you not seen it flash with indignation, or kindle with enthusiasm, or expand with devotion, or melt with sympathy, or stare with fright, or leer with villainy, or droop with sadness, or pale with envy, or fire with revenge, or twinkle with mirth, or beam with love? It is tragedy and comedy and pastoral and lyric in turn. Hae you not seen its uplifted brow of surprise, or its frown of wrath, or its contraction of pain? If the eye say one thing and the lips say an-

other thing, you believe the eye rather than the lips.

The eyes of Archibald Alexander and Charles G. Finney were the mightiest part of their sermon. George Whitefield

enthralled great assemblages with his eyes, though they were crippled with

strabismus. Many a military chieftain

has with a look hurled a regiment to

victory or to death. Martin Luther turned his great eye on an assassin who came to take his life, and the villain fled. Under the glance of the human eye the tiger, with five times a man's strength, snarls back into the African jungle. But those best appreciate the value of the eye who have lost it. The Emperor Adrian by accident put out the eye of his servant, and he said to his servant: "What shall I pay you in, money or in lands? Anything you ask me. I am so sorry I put your eye out." But the servant refused to put any financial estimate on the value of the eye, and when the emperor urged and urged again the matter he said, "Oh, emperor, I want nothing but my lost eye!" Alas for those for whom a thick and impenetrable veil is drawn across the face of the heavens and the face of one's own kindred. That

was a pathetic scene when a blind man

lighted a torch at night and was found passing along the highway, and some one said, "Why do you carry that torch, when you can't see?" "Ah," said he, "I can't see, but I carry this torch that others may see me and pity my helplessness, and not run me down." Samson, the giant, with his eyes put out by the Philistines, is more helpless than the smallest dwarf with vision undamaged. All the sympathies of Christ were stirred when he saw Bartimeus with darkened retina, and the only salve he ever made that we read of was a mixture of dust and saliva and a prayer, with which he cured the eyes of a man blind from his nativity. The value of the eye is shown as much by its catastrophe as by its healthful action. Ask the man who for 20 years has not seen the sun rise. Ask the man who for half a century has not seen the face of a friend. Ask in the hospital the victim of ophthalmia. Ask the man whose eyesight perished in a powder blast. Ask the Bartimeus who never met a Christ or the man born

blind who is to die blind. Ask him.

This morning, in my imperfect way, I have only hinted at the splendors, the glories, the wonders, the divine revelations, the apocalpyses of the human eye, and I stagger back from the awful por-

tals of the physiological miracle which must have taxed the ingenuity of God, to cry out in your ears the words of my text, "He that formed the eye, shall he not see?" Shall Herschel not know as much as the telescope? Shall Fraunhofer not nkow as much as his spectroscope? Shall Swammerdan not know as much as his microscope? Shall Dr. Hooke not know as much as his micrometer? Shall the thing formed know more than its master? "He that formed the eye, shall he not see?"

Wonders of Vision.

The recoil of this question is tremendous. We stand at the center of a vast circumference of observation. No privacy. On us, eyes of cherubim, eyes of seraphim, eyes of archangel, eyes of God. We may not be able to see the habitants of other worlds, but perhaps they may be able to see us. We have not optical instruments enough to descry them; perhaps they have optical instruments strong enough to descry us. The mole cannot see the eagle mid sky, but the eagle mid sky can see the mole mid grass. We are able to see the mountains and caverns of another world, but perhaps the inhabitants of other worlds can see the towers of our cities, the flash of our seas, the marching of our processions, the white ropes of our weddings, the black scarfs of our obsequies. It passes out from the guess into the positive when we are told in the Bible that the inhabitants of the other worlds do come as convoy to this. Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister to those who shall be heirs of salvation? But human inspection, and angelic inspection, and stellar inspection, and lunar inspection, and solar inspection are tame compared with the thought of divine inspection. "You converted me 20 years ago," said a black man to my father. "How so?" said my father. "Twenty years ago," said the other, "in the old schoolhouse prayer meeting at Bound Brook you said in your prayer, 'Thou, God, seest me,' and I had no peace under the eye of God until I became a Christian." Hear it. "The eyes of the Lord are in every place." "His eyelids try the children of men." "His eyes were as a flame of fire." "I will guide thee with mine eye." Oh, the eye of God, so full of pity, so full of power, so full of love, so full of indignation, so full of compassion, so full of mercy! How it peers through the darkness! How it outshines the day! How it glares upon the offender! How it beams on the penitent soul! Talk about the human eye as being indescribably wonderful! How much more wonderful the great, searching, overwhelming eye of God! All eternity past and all eternity to come on that retina.

A Searching Glare. The eyes with which we look into each other's face today suggest it. It

stands written twice on your face and twice on mine, unless through casualty

one or both have been obliterated. "He that formed the eye, shall he not see?"

Oh, the eye of God! It sees our sorrows to assuage them, sees our perplexities to disentangle them, sees our wants to sympathize with them. If we fight him back, the eye of an antagonist. If we ask his grace, the eye of an everlasting friend. You often find in a book or manuscript a star calling your attention to a footnote or explanation. That star the printer calls an asterisk. But all the stars of the night are asterisks calling your attention to God--an all observing God. Our every nerve a divine

handwriting. Our every muscle a pul-

ley divinely swung. Our every bone

sculptured with divine suggestion. Our every eye a reflection of the divine eye.

God above us, and God beneath us, and God before us, and God behind us, and God within us.

What a stupendous thing to live!

What a stupendous thing to die! No such thing as hidden transgression. A

dramatic advocate in olden times, at night in a courtroom, persuaded of the innocence of his client charged with murder and of the guilt of the witness who was trying to swear the poor man's life away--the advocate took up two bright lamps and held them up to the face of the witness and cried, "May it please the court and gentlemen of the jury, behold the murderer!" and the man, practically under that awful glare, confessed that he was the criminal instead of the man arraigned at the bar. Oh, my friends, our most hidden sin is under a brighter light than that. It is under the burning eye of God. He is not a blind giant stumbling through the heavens. He is not a blind monarch feeling for the step of his chariot. Are you wronged? He sees it. Are you poor? He sees it. Haave you domestic perturbation of which the world knows nothing? He sees it. "Oh," you say, "my affairs are so insignificant I can't realize that God sees me and sees my affairs." Can you see the point of a pin? Can you see the eye of a needle? Can you see a mote in the sunbeam? And has God given you that power of minute observation, and does he not possess it himself? "He that formed the eye, shall he not see?" Restored to Sight. But you say: "God is in one world, and I am in another world. He seems so far off from me I don't really think he sees what is going on in my life." Can you see the sun 95,000,000 miles away, and do you not think God has as prolonged vision? But you say, "There are phases of my life and there are colors--shades of color--in my annoyances and my vexations that I don't think God can understand." Does not God gather up all the colors and all the shades of color in the rainbow? And do you suppose there is any phase or any shade in your life he has not gathered up in his own heart? Besides that I want to tell you it will soon all be over, this struggle. That eye of yours, so exquisitely fashioned and strung, and hinged and roofed, will before long be closed in the last slumber. Loving hands will smooth down the silken fringes. So he giveth his beloved sleep. A legend of St. Frotobert is that his mother was blind, and he was so sorely pitiful for the misfortune that one day in sympathy he kissed her eyes, and by miracle she saw everything. But it is not a legend when I tell you that all the blind eyes of Christian dead under the kiss of the resurrection morn shall gloriously open. Oh, what a day that will be for those who went groping through this world under perpetual obscuration, or were dependent on the hand of a friend, or with an uncertain staff felt their way, and for the aged of dim sight about whom it may be said that "they which look out of the windows are darkened" when eternal daybreak comes in! What a beautiful epitaph that was for a tombstone in a European cemetery: "Here reposes in God, Katrina, a saint, 85 years of age and blind. The light was restored to her May 10, 1840."

SEVEN HANDED EUCHRE. Definite Points Given That Will Enable One to Play the Game. For pleasure, pure and simple, seven handed euchre clubs may be cited as models. The game is played with a full pack of cards, and the joker is used. Seven cards are dealt to each player, giving first three and then four and leaving four on the table. This quartet is dubbed "the widow." The player on the left of the dealer makes the first bid of 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 or 7 tricks, naming the suit, the highest bid getting it. The [?] is done [?]. The person who secures the bid then selects three other players--partners--thus pitting four agains three. If the bidder wins, he and his partners each count the amount bid. If he fails, he is euchred, and the three opponents count each the amount bid. While one can play a quiet, steady game, taking no risks, and holding high cards or the joker play for a euchre, the spirit of extreme feminine politeness engendered by this fad of the hour requires that a person holding the joker shuld bid the limit, seven, thereby always introducing an element of chance in the contest and giving each one more show.

Prizes are played for. A certain number of points gained can be the limit or a given period of time as agreed upon. The one holding the highest number of points at the decisive moment wins.--Philadelphia Press.

HER WEDDING PRESENT. Marie Was No Doubt as Much Surprised

as Freddie Was.

Young Mr. Smithers, having eaten an excellent dinner, sat down to smoke a good cigar while his wife ran up stairs

to make her toilet for the theater. So peaceful was his state of mind

that he did not even look accusingly at

his watch when, after the promised "minute" had developed into 60, she

entered the room.

"Seems to me that you are looking very nice tonight, my dear," he re-

marked.

"I am so glad you think so, darling. Of course I care more for your admira-

tion than that of any one else. Besides

the Skinners sit right behind us this evening, and this dress will give her a bad headache before the second act is over."

Mr. Smithers looked anxious. "So

that is new, is it? Wasn't the old one

good enough?"

"N-not quite, dear. Besides I earned the money for this one myself."

"But how did you earn"--

"Oh, after you left I fell to thinking what a lot of money $25 was to spend on a wedding present for Marie when I

really needed so many things. Then an idea struck me. I remembered all those pretty things I found in your big trunk

after we were married--the ones that

horrid girl, whoever she was, sent back when the engagement was broken. I

wouldn't have one of them myself, but it seemed a pity for them to lie there, so I went up stairs and looked them all over. I selected that lovely silver backed mirror and cleand it up until it looked just like new, and then I"--"Sold it to buy the dress? I see!" "Nothing of the kind. I bought the

dress with the money you gave me. The

mirror I sent to Marie with our best wishes. Won't she be surprised, and--

why, Freddie, are you ill?"

"Not at all, my dear! You are quite

right. Marie will be [?] much surprised, for, you see, she herself was the girl who returned those presents; that is all!"--Baltimore Herald.

SHE WAS AFRAID. And Took Particular Care to Outwit Those Wicked Night Doctors. Mme. Kirkholder's servant was getting ready to go home for the night. It was about 9 o'clock in the evening. Just as her bonnet was on her head and her hand on the door to depart, Mme. Kirkholder noticed that the face was aglow with grease--a liberal coat--from ear to ear. "Tut, tut, Katie!" remonstrated Mme. Kirkholder. "Wash your face before you go. You mustn't go home with such a looking face as that." Katie muttered something, and taking off her bonnet turned to the sink, as if about to make the improvements suggested. It chanced that just as Katie was again about to depart Mme. Kirkholder was amazed to find her countenance even more tremendous in grease than before. "What on earth is the matter with your face, Katie?" asked Mme. K. "Why don't you wash away that grease?" "I'ze afeard of dem yar night doctahs," said Katie faintly. "What's that?" queried Mme. K. "The night doctors. What in the name of goodness is a night doctor, and what have they to do with you?" "Why de night doctahs done cotch yo'," replied Katie in a horrified whisper, "an dey takes yo' an bleeds yo' to def. 'Deed dey dose. Dey cotches yo' an puts a plastah over yo' mouf so yo' can't squall, an lugs a pusson off som res an bleeds 'em 'till dey's daid. An dat's why I done greases all roun my mouf. Dat's so no plastah won't stick, an ef dey teches me I'll holler like a wildcat, an yo' bet dey'll done drap' me an mosey off. 'Deed I'ze 'feared, Mis Kukholdah, to go outen de dark onless my mouf is

greased." Mme. K. said no more, and when Katie slammed the back gate her face was like unto a pan of lard.--Washington Star.

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LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI. My love is young, my love is fair, Sweet, true and amiable is she, With turkis eyes and topaz hair--Alas, my love is lost to me! Her no crusades nor cranks confound, Nor Ibsenitish problems vex; She has no theories to propound--I've never heard her mention sex. She doesn't smile on risque mots; Her taste in dress is quite divine; She's half an angel, goodness knows, But, ah, she never can be mine. I knew she painted tambourines And pickle jars and copper bells, With flowers and storks and river scenes And moonlight views on scallop shells. She's painted photo frames galore--Wood, velvet, ivorine and brass; She paints the panels of the door; She has not spared the looking glass. The plush framed plaques upon her wall, Her limp art muslins everywhere, The floral drain pipe in her hall--They know the pangs I've had to bear. And now the Rubicon is passed, The great abyss between us set, The final blow has fall'n at last--I've said goodby to Amoret. Goodby to bliss that might have been, Goodby to happy hopes that were--She's "draped" a Vernis-Martin screen And aspinalled an empire chair.--Pall Mall Gazette.

AS THE ROMANS SAW IT. A Classic Performance In the Old Theater at Orange.

Of scenery, in the ordinary sense of the word, there was none at all. What we saw was the real thing. In the opening scene of "Oedipus," the king, coming forward through the royal portal and across the raised platform in the rear of the stage, did literally "enter from the palace" and did "descend the palace steps" to the "public place" where Creon and the priests awaited him. It was a direct reversal of the ordinary effect in the ordinary theater, where the play loses in realism because a current of necessarily appreciated but purposely rejected antagonistic fact underruns the conventional illusion and compels us to perceive that the palace is but painted canvas, and even on the largest stage only four or five times as high as the prince. The palace at Orange, towering up as though it would touch the very heavens and obviously of veritable stone, was a most peremptory reality.

The fortuitous accessory of the trees growing close beside the stage added to the outdoor effect still another very vivid touch of realism, and this was heightened by the swaying of the branch-

es, and by the gracious motion of the draperies, under the fitful pressure of the strong gusts of wind. Indeed the mistral took a very telling part in the performance. Players less perfect in their art would have been disconcerted by it, but these of the Comedie Francaise were quick to perceive and to utilize its artistic possibilities. In the very midst of the solemn denunciation of Oedipus by Tiresias, the long white beard of the blind prophet suddenly was blown upward so that his face was hidden and his utterance choked by it, and the momentary pause, while he raised his hand

slowly, and calmly freed his face from this chance covering, made a dramatic break to his discourse, and added to it a naturalness which vividly intensified its solemn import. In like manner the final entry of Oedipus, coming from the palace after blinding himself, was made thrillingly real. For a moment, as he came upon the stage, the horror which he had wrought upon himself--his gastly eyesockets, his blood stained

face--was visible, and then a gust of wind lifted his mantle and flung it about his head so that all was concealed, and an exquisite pity for him was aroused--while he struggled painfully to rid himself of the incumbrance--by the imposition of this petty annoyance upon his mortal agony of body and of soul.--"The Comedie Francaise at Orange," by Thomas A. Janvier, in Century.

Caseneuve's Rival. Although the French courts are conducted with more ceremony than our

own, they are occasionally enlivened by amusing incidents.

Maitre Caseneuve, a famous advocate of Toulouse, now dead, had a pet dog, of which he was very fond. One day he ventured to take this dog, which was small, and named Azor, into court with him. He seated Azor at one end of the bench assigned to the counsel and be-

gan an argument.

Maitre Caseneuve had a high pitched voice, and as he warmed up with his plea he raised it to a loud tone. Azor could stand it no longer. He stood up on the bench and howled--wow! wow! wow! Maitre Caseneuve moderated his voice and cuffed the dog "aside," whereupon Azor subsided into silence. The lawyer

argued on, and by and by, forgetting himself in his earnestness, raised his

voice once more to a high pitch and a loud tone.

"Wow! wow! wow!" howled the little dog once more.

This time the lawyer stopped short, turned to the dog and eyed him severely. "See here, Azor," he said aloud,

"this can't go on. If you are arguing

this case, you'd better do it alone, but if I am then you've got to keep still!"

After that Azor held his peace.--Youth's Companion.

Press On.

Have an aim that you may unblushingly and proudly exhibit to the light of day and for which you may safely challenge the respect of all. Then pursue it earnestly and steadfastly. No

natter what discouragements assail you, keep right on in the pursuit of your knowledge. If your progress be slow, still persevere and make it sure. Do sorrows come to you? They come to all. The continued adherence to the great plan of usefulness which you have laid out will do as much as anything to brighten your path, even when grief and gloom overshadow it. Press on, through good report or evil report, through darkness or through sunshine, amid storms or under peaceful skies--still press on and never relinquish the great object of your ambition.--Exchange.

An Extraordinary Freak.

A citizen of Tampa, Fla., is the owner of a wonderful curiosity in the shape of a pair of deer's horns in which one

of the prongs ends in a startling mal-

formation. Four inches from the place where it branches from the main horn

this prong suddenly enlarges into a bulbous growth nearly as large as a man's fist, and it is in this excrescence that the wonder lies. The bulb is in the form of a hound's head, plainly showing ears, mouth, eyes, etc. It was "taken in the down," and were it otherwise it is impossible that it could be a work of art, owing to the enlargement necessary for the freak.

The highest temperature ever known in London was recorded July 15, 1881, 95.5 degrees; at Paris, 104, on Aug. 26,

1765; at Adelaide, Australia, January, 1841, 114; at Mourzuk, India, July 10, 1872, 133.

A SPANISH ANECDOTE. A Moor Whose Son Was Killed Assists the Murderer to Escape. A Spanish cavalier, in a sudden quarrel, slew a Moorish gentleman and fled. His pursuers soon lost sight of him, for he had unperceived thrown himself over a garden wall. The owner, a Moor, happening to be in his garden, was addressed by the Spaniard, on his knees, who acquainted him with his case and implored concealment. "Eat this," said the Moor, "you know that you may confide in my protection." He then locked him up in his garden apartment, telling him that as soon as it was night he would provide for his escape to a place of safety. The Moor then went to his house, where he had just seated himself, when a great crowd, with loud lamentations, came to his gate, bringing the corpse of his son, who had just been killed by the

Spaniard. When the first shock of surprise was a little over, he learned, from the description given, that the fatal deed was done by the very person in his

power. He mentioned this to no one, but as soon as it was dark, retired to his garden, as if to grieve alone, giving orders that none should follow him. Then, accosting the Spaniard, he said: "Chris-

tian, the person you have killed is my

son; his body is now in my house. You ought to suffer, but you have eaten with me, and I have given you my faith, which must not be broken." He then led the astonished Spaniard to his sta-

bles, and mounted him on one of his

fleetest horses, and said:

"Fly far while the night can cover you; you will be safe in the morning.

You are indeed guily of my son's blood,

but God is just and good, and I thank

him I am innocent of yours, and that my faith given is preserved!" His point of honor is, it is said, most religiously observed by the Arabs and Saracens, from whom it was adopted by the Moors of Africa and by them was brought into Spain.

When Tears Are Dangerous.

M. S. Gregory, sheriff of Amador, was telling some friends the other evening about a plucky deputy and wound up by saying: "When you find a man as cool and steady as a rock in the face of danger, you can bet on him. But the

most dangerous men are those who laugh or cry when they have a dispute

• a " on hand. I knew a man named Drew, down in Texas, who was noted as a very

bad man. When he was doing any shooting, he would laugh loudly--a hard, demoniacal laugh, without any merriment in it. Up at Indian Diggings, many years ago, two men named Archer and Pawson had a dispute with a German

about a claim. When they claimed the property, he broke down and cried, and they, supposing they would have no rouble in taking possession, marched on the ground. The German took up a broken pick and laid them both out.

Archer was badly hurt and was a long time getting over his injuries. After that whenever he saw a man start to cry he got out of the way."--San Francisco Call.

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 pro-

hibited by deed.

Every lover of Temperance

and Morals should combine to help us.

ALBERT GILBERT. MARK LAKE.

GILBERT & LAKE,

House & Sign Painters.

STORE AND SHOP:

609 ASBURY AVENUE.

A full stock of paints and painters' supplies always on hand. Give us a call before purchasing elsewhere. Work done by the day or contract. Jobbing promptly attended to. Estimates cheerfully given. Guarantee to do first-class work and use the best material.

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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.

W. L. DOUGLAS $3 SHOE IS THE BEST. FIT FOR A KING.

$5. CORDOVAN, FRENCH & ENAMELLED CALF. $4. $3.50 FINE CALF & KANGAROO. $3.50 POLICE, 3 SOLES. $2.50 $2. WORKINGMEN'S. EXTRA FINE

$2. $1.75 BOYS' SCHOOL SHOES.

LADIES $3. $2.50 $2. $1.75 BEST DONGOLA

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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

SMITH & THORN,

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That Finished Him. He--Why was Solomon the wisest man?

She--Because he had so many wives to advise him.--London Tit-Bits.