WINDOWS WIDE OPEN

REV. DR. TALMAGE'S WORDS OF COMFORT AND CHEER.

Are Your Windows Open to Jerusalem?

Daniel the Lion Hearted of the Ages Not Standing, but Kneeling--The Battle and the Victory.

NEW YORK, Sept. 8.--In his sermon for today Rev. Dr. Talmage has chosen a theme overflowing with Christian cheerfulness and encouragement. The

subject is "Open Windows," and the

text selected was Daniel vi, 10, "His windows being open in his chamber

toward Jerusalem."

The scoundrelly princes of Persia,

urged on by political jealousy against

Darnel, have succeeded in getting a law

passed that whosoever prays to God

shall be put under the paws and teeth of the lions who are lashing themselves in rage and hunger up and down the

stone cage or putting their lower jaws

on the ground, bellowing till the earth

trembles. But the leonine threat did not hinder the devotions of Daniel, the Coeur de Lion of the ages. His enemies might as well have a law that the sun should not draw water, or that the south wind should not sweep across a garden of magnolias, or that God should be abolished. They could not scare him with the redhot furnaces, and they cannot now scare him with the lions. As

soon as Daniel hears of this enactment

he leaves his office of secretary of state, with its upholstery of crimson and gold, and comes down the white marble steps and goes to his own house. He opens his window and puts the shutters back and

pulls the curtain aside so that he can look toward the sacred city of Jerusalem

and then prays.

A Picture For an Artist. I suppose the people in the street gathered under and before his window and said: "Just see that man defying the law. He ought to be arrested." And the constabulary of the city rush to the police headquarters and report that Daniel is on his knees at the wide open window. "You are my prisoner," says the officer of the law, dropping a heavy hand on the shoulder of the kneeling Daniel. As the constables open the door of the cavern to throw in their prisoner they see the glaring eyes of the monsters. But Daniel becomes the first lion tamer, and they lick his hand and fawn at his feet, and that night he sleeps with the shaggy mane of a wild beast for his pillow, while the king that night, sleepless in the palace, has on him the paw and teeth of a lion he cannot tame--the lion of a remorseful conscience. What a picture it would be for some artist! Darius in the early dust of morning not waiting for footmen or chariot, hastening to the den, all flushed and nervous and dishabille, and looking through the crevices of the cage to see what had become of his prime minister. "What, no sound!" he says. "Daniel is surely devoured, and the lions are sleeping after their horrid meal, the bones of the poor man scattered across the floor of the cavern." "With trembling voice Darius calls out, "Daniel!" No answer, for the prophet is yet in profound slumber. But a lion, more easily awakened, advances, and with hot breath blown through the crevice seems angrily to demand the cause of this interruption, and then another wild beast lifts his mane from under Daniel's head, and the prophet, waking up, comes forth to report himself all unhurt and well. But our text stands us at Daniel's window, open toward Jerusalem. Why in that direction open? Jerusalem was his native land, and all the pomp of his Babylonian successes could not make him forget it. He came there from Jerusalem at 18 years of age, and he never visited it, though he lived to be 85 years. Yet when he wanted to arouse the deepest emotions and grandest aspirations of his heart he had his window open toward his native Jerusalem. There aer many of you today who understand that without any exposition. This is getting to be a nation of foreigners. They have come into all occupations and professions. They sit in all churches. It may be 20 years ago since you got your naturalization papers, and you may be thoroughly Americanized, but you can't forget the land of your birth, and your warmest sympathies go out toward it. Your windows are open toward Jerusalem. Your father and mother are buried there. It may have been a very humble home in which you were born, but your memory often plays around it, and you see hope some day to go and see it--the hill, the tree, the brook, the house, the place so sacred, the door from which you started off with parental blessing to make your own way in the world--and God only knows how sometimes you have longed to see the familiar places of your childhood, and how in awful crises of life you would like to have caught a glimpse of the old, wrinkled face that bent over you as you lay on the gentle lap of 20 or 40 or 50 years ago. You may have on this side of the sea risen in fortune, and like Daniel have become great and may have come into properties which you never could have reached if you had staid there, and you may have many windows to your house--bay windows and skylight windows and windows of conservatory and windows on all sides--but you have at least one window open toward Jerusalem.

Life's Struggle. When the foreign steamer comes to the wharf, you see the long line of sailors, with shouldered mailbags, coming down the planks, carrying as many letters as you might suppose to be enough for a year's correspondence, and this repeated again and again during the week. Multitudes of them are letters from home, and at all the postoffices of the land people will go to the window and anxiously ask for them, hundreds of thousands of persons finding that window of foreign mails the open window toward Jerusalem. Messages that say: "When are you coming home to see us? Brother has gone into the army. Sister is dead. Father and mother are getting very feeble. We are having a great struggle to get on here. Would you advise us to come to you, or will you come to us? All join in love and hope to meet you, if not in this world, then in a better. Goodby." Yes, yes. In all these cities and amid the flowering western prairies and on the slopes of the Pacific and amid the Sierras and on the banks of the lagoon and on the ranches of Texas there is an uncounted multitude who this hour stand and sit and kneel with their windows open toward Jerusalem. Some of these people played on the heather of the Scottish hills; some of them were driven out by Irish famine; some of them in early life drilled in the German army; some of them were accustomed at Lyons or Marseilles or Paris to see on the street Victor Hugo and Gambetta; some chased the chamois along the Alpine precipices; some plucked the ripe clusters from Italian vineyard; some lifted their faces under the midnight sun of Norway. It is no dishonor to our land that they remember the place of their nativity. Miscreants would they be if, while they have some of their windows open to take in the free air and the sunlight of an atmosphere which no kingly despot has ever breathed, they forgot sometimes to open the window toward Jerusalem.

An Open Porthole. No wonder that the son of the Swiss, when far away from home, hearing the national air of his country sung, the malady of homesickness comes on him so powerfully as to cause his death. You have the example of heroic Daniel of my text for keeping early memories fresh. Forget not the old folks at home.

Write often and if you have surplus of means and they are poor make practical contribution, and rejoice that America

is bound to all the world by ties of

sanguinity as in no other nation. Who can doubt but it is appointed for the evangelization of other lands? What a

stirring, melting, gospelizing theory

that all the doors of other nations are

open toward us, while our windows are

open toward them!

But Daniel in the text kept this port-

hole of his domestic fortress unclosed

because Jerusalem was the capital of sacred influences. There had smoked the sacrifice. There was the holy of holies. There was the ark of the covenant. There stood the temple. We are all tempted to keep our windows open on the opposite side, toward the world,

that we may see and hear and appropriate its advantages. What does the world say? What does the world think?

What does the world do? Worshipers of the world instead of worshipers of

God. Windows open toward Babylon.

Windows open toward Corinth. Windows open toward Athens. Windows

open toward Sodom. Windows open toward the flats instead of windows open toward the hills. Sad mistake, for this

world as a god is like something I saw

in the museum of Strasburg, Germany--the figure of a virgin in wood and

iron. The victim in olden time was brought there, and this figure would open its arms to receive him, and once enfolded the figure closed with a hundred knives and lances upon him, and then let him drop 180 feet sheer down. So the world first embraces its idolaters, then closes upon them with many tortures, and then lets them drop forever down. The highest honor the world could confer was to make a man Roman emperor, but out of 63 emperors it allowed only six to die peacefully in their beds. The dominion of this world over multitudes is illustrated by the names of coins of many countries. They have their pieces of money which they call sovereigns, crows and half crowns, Napoleons and half Napoleons, Fredericks and double Fredericks and ducats and Isabellines, all of which names mean not so much usefulness as dominion. The most of our windows open toward the exchange, toward the salon of fashion, toward the god of this world. In olden times the length of the English yard was fixed by the length of the arm of King Henry I, and we are apt to measure things by a variable standard and by the human arm that in the great crises of life can give us no help. We need, like Daniel, to open our windows toward God and religion.

Necessity for Prayer. But, mark you, that good lion tamer is not standing at the window, but kneeling while he looks out. Most photographs are taken of those in standing or sitting posture. I now remember but one picture of a man kneeling, and that was David Livingstone, who in the cause of God and civilization sacrificed himself, and in the heart of Africa his servant, Majwara, found him in the tent by the light of a candle stuck on the top of a box, his head in his hands upon the pillow and dead on his knees. But here is a great lion tamer living under the dash of the light, and his hair disheveled by the breeze, praying. The fact is that a man can see farther on his knees than standing on tiptoe. Jerusalem was about 550 statute miles from Babylon, and the vast Arabian desert shifted its sands between them. Yet through that open window Daniel saw Jerusalem, saw all between it, saw beyond, saw time, saw eternity, saw earth and saw heaven. Would you like to see the way through your sins to pardon, through your troubles to comfort, through temptation to rescue, through dire sickness to immortal health, through night to day, through things terrestrial to things celestial, you will not see them till you take Daniel's posture. No cap of bone to the joints of the fingers, no cap of bone to the joints of the elbow, but cap of bone to the knees, made so because God of the body was the God of the soul, and especial provision for those who want to pray and physiological structure joins with spiritual necessity in bidding us pray and pray and pray. In olden time the Earl of Westmoreland said he had no need to pray because he had enough pious tenants on his estate to pray for him, but all the prayers of the church universal amount to nothing unless, like Daniel, we pray for ourselves. O men and women, bounded on one side by Shadrach's redhot furnace and the other side by devouring lions, learn the secret of courage and deliverance by looking at that Babylonish window open toward the southwest. "Oh," you say, "that is the direction of the Arabian desert." Yes, but on the other side of the desert is God, is Christ, is Jerusalem, is heaven. The Brussels lace is superior to all other lace, so beautiful, so multiform, so expensive--100 francs a pound. All the world seeks it. Do you know how it is made? The spinning is done in a dark room, the only light admitted through a small aperture, and that light falling directly on the pattern. And the finest specimens of Christian character I have ever seen or ever expect to see are those to be found in lives all of whose windows have been darkened by bereavement and misfortune save one, but under that one window of prayer, the interlacing of divine workmanship went on until it was fit to deck a throne, a celestial embroidery which angels admired and God approved.

Think of Heaven.

But it is another Jerusalem toward which we now need to open our windows. The exiled evangelist of Ephesis saw it one day as the surf of the Icarian sea foamed and splashed ober the bowlders at his feet, and his vision reminded me of a wedding day when the bride by sister and maid was having garlands twisted for her hair and jewels strung for her neck just before she puts her betrothed hand into the hand of her affianced. "I, John, saw the holy city, New Jerusalem, coming down from God out of heaven prepared as a bride adorned for her husband." Toward that bridal Jerusalem are our windows opened?

We would do well to think more of heaven. It is not an annex of earth. It is not a desolate outpost. As Jerusalem was the capital of Judea, and Babylon the capital of the Babylonian monarchy, and London is the capital of Great Birtain [sic], and Washington is the capital of our own republic, the New Jerusalem is the capital of the universe. The kind lives there, and the royal family of the redeemed have their palaces there, and there is a congress of many nations and parliament of all the world.

Yea, as Daniel had kindred in Jerusalem of whom he often thought, though he left home when a very young man, perhaps father and mother and brothers and sisters still living, and was homesick to see them, and they belonged to the high class of royalty, Daniel himself having royal blood in his veins, so we have in the New Jerusalem a great many kindred, and we are sometimes homesick to see them, and they are all princes and princesses, in them the blood imperial, and we do well to keep our windows open toward their eternal residence.

It is a joy for us to believe that while we are interested in them they are interested in us. Much thought of heaven makes one heavenly. The airs that blow

through that open window are charged with life, and sweep up to us aromas from gardens that never wither, under skies that never cloud, in a spring tide

that never terminates. Compared with it all other heavens are dead failures.

Homer's heaven was an elysium which he describes as a plain at the end

of the earth or beneath, with no snow

nor rainfall, and the sun never goes down, and Rhadamanthus, the justest

men, rules. Hesiod's heaven is what he calls the islands of the blessed, in the midst of the ocean, three times a year

blooming with most exquisite flowers,

and the air is tinted with purple, while

games and music and horse races occupy the time. The Scandinavian's heaven was the hall of Walhalla, where the god Odin gave unending wine suppers to earthly heros and heroines. The Mohammedan's haven passes its disciples over the bridge Al-Sirat, which is finer than a hair and sharper than a sword, and then they are let loose into a riot of everlasting sensuality. The American aborigines look forward to a heaven of illimitable hunting ground, partridge and deer and wild duck more than plentiful, and the hounds never off the scent, and the guns never missing fire. But the geographer has followed the earth round and found no Homer's elysium. Voyagers have traversed the deep in all directions and found no Hesiod's islands of the blessed. The Mohammedan's celestial debauchery and the Indian's eternal hunting ground for vast multitudes have no charm. But here rolls in the Bible heaven. No more sea--that is, no wide separation. No more night--that is, no insomnia. No more tears--that is, no heartbreak. No more pain--that is, dismissal of lancet and bitter draft and miasma and banishment of neuralgias and catalepsies and consumptions. All colors in the wall except gloomy black. All the music in the major key because celebrative and jubilant. River crystalline, gate crystalline and skies crystalline because everything is clear and without doubt. White robes, and that means sinlessness. Vials full of odors, and that means pure regalement of the senses. Rainbow, and that means the storm is over. Marriage supper, and that means gladdest festivity. Twelve manner of fruits, and that means luscious and unending variety. Harp, trumpet, grand march, anthem, amen and halleluiah in the same orchestra. Choral meeting solo, and overture meeting autiphon, and strophe joining dithyramb, as they roll into the ocean of doxologies. And you and I may have all that, and have it forever through Christ if we will let him with the blood of one wounded hand rub out our sin, and with the other wounded hand swing open the shining portals.

Think, Talk, Dream. Day and night keep your window open toward that Jerusalem. Sing about it. Pray about it. Think about it. Talk about it. Dream about it. Do not be inconsolable about your friends who have gone into it. Do not worry if something in your heart indicates that you are not far off from its ecstasies. Do not think that when a Christian dies he stops, for he goes on. An ingenious man has taken the heavenly furlongs as mentioned in Revelation and has calculated that there will be in heaven 100 rooms 16 feet square for each ascending soul, though this world should lose 100,000,000 yearly. But all the rooms of heaven will be ours, for they are family rooms, and as no room in your house is too good for your children, so all the rooms of all the palaces of the heavenly Jerusalem will be free to God's children, and even the throneroom will not be denied, and you may run up the steps of the throne, and put your hand on the side of the throne, and sit down beside the King according to the promise, "To him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne." But you cannot go in, except as conquerors. Many years ago the Turks and the Christians were in battle, and the Christians were defeated, and with their commander Stephen fled toward a fortress where the mother of this commander was staying. When she saw her son and his army in disgraceful retreat, she had the gates of the fortress rolled shut, and from the top of the battlement cried to her son, "You cannot enter here except as conqueror." Then Stephen rallied his forces and resumed the battle and gained the day, 20,000 driving back 200,000. For those who are defeated in battle with sin and death and hell nothing but shame and contempt, but for those who gain the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ the gates on the new Jerusalem will hoist, and there shall be an abundant entrance into the everlasting kingdom of our Lord, toward which you do well to keep your windows open.

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A FAMOUS COUPLET. The Familiar Lines Which Have Been Attributed to Martin Luther. Nearly everybody is familiar in one language or another with the famous old German couplet attributed to Martin Luther, and which literally and properly translated into English is as follows: Who loves not wine, wife and song Remains a fool his whole life long. This supposed sentiment of the great reformer has been quoted thousands of times as his and its authenticity was not questioned. But now comes a very competent authority--The Lutheran Observer--and stoutly insists that Luther never wrote the lines, and that, in fact, they made their first appearance more than 200 years after his death. According to The Observer, in the year 1777 a well known German poet, John Henry Voss, published at Hamburg a small volume entitled, "Musenalmanach ("The Alamanac of the Muses"). At the end of one of the poems in this book he placed the couplet in German: Wer nicht leibt wein, weib und gesang Der bleibt ein narr sein leben lang. To this effusion Voss affixed the name of Luther. This caused a good deal of comment and excitement. Voss was a candidate for the position of teacher in the Hamburg gymnasium. The Lutheran pastors of the city protested against his appointment because Luther was not the author of "the couplet" which had been attributed to him, and because Voss had thus made Luther encourage intemperance. But in spite of all that could be done in the way of denial and explanation the lines literally clung to the great name and refused to be separated, and we venture to say that comparatively few down to the present day ever doubted that Luther was their real author. As the couplet expresses the convivial sentiments of many Germans it is probable that it was a common piece of unwritten German folklore even before Luther's time. Some English writers have made the lines into a bacchanal rhyme, with a sinister meaning, but the true version, coupling "wine, wife and song," expresses the prevailing senti-

ment and custom among Germans in

taking their wives and children with them to the gardens and other social resorts for recreation and amusement.--

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ELECTRICITY AT SEA. Tests Prove That the White Light Is by Far the Most Easily Seen.

Some interesting experiments have been made on the visibility of the elec-

tric light at sea by the governments of the United States, Germany and the

Netherlands. The word "visible" in the report on the tests means visible on a dark night with a clear atmosphere. The result of the experience of the German committee was that a white light of one candle power was visible 1.4 miles on a dark, clear night and one mile on a rainy night. The American tests resulted as follows: In very clear weather a light of one candle power was plainly visible at one nautical mile; one of three candle power at two miles; one of ten candle power was seen by the aid of a binocular at four miles; one of 29 candle power faintly at five miles and one of 33 candle power plainly at five miles. On an exceptionally clear night a white light of 3.2 candle power was readily distinguished at three miles; one of 5.6 candle power at four miles and one of 17.2 candle power at five miles. In the Dutch experiments the results were almost similar, but a 16 candle power light was plainly visible at five miles. For a green light the power required was two for one mile, 15 for two miles, 51 for three miles and 106 for four miles. The results of tests with a red light were almost identical with those with green, but it was conclusively proved that a white light was by far the most easily seen.--Chicago Record.

BIG OCEAN WAVES. Careful Data Show Them to Be Not Over Thirty-two Feet High. An article quoted in Current Literature gives this interesting information on ocean waves. Dr. G. Schott, as the result of studying the form and height of the waves of the sea, claims that under a moderate breeze their velocity was 24.6 feet per second, or 16.8 miles an hour, which is about the speed of a mod-

ern sailing vessel.

As the wind rises the size and speed of the waves increase. In a strong breeze their length rises to 260 feet and their speed reaches 36 or 36.4 feet per second. Waves the period of which is nine seconds, the length 400 or 425 feet, and the speed 28 nautical miles per hour are

produced only in storms. During a southeast storm in the southern Atlantic he measured waves 600 feet long, and this was not a maximum, for in latitude

28 degrees south and longitude of 39 de-

grees east he observed waves of 15 seconds' period, which were 1,150 feet long, with a velocity of 78.7 feet per second, or 46½ nautical piles an hour. Dr. Schott does not think that the maximum height of the waves is very great. Some observers have estimated it at 30 or 40 feet in a wind of the force represented by 11 on the Beaufort scale, the highest number of which is 12, and

Dr. Schott's maximum is just 32 feet. He

believes that in great tempests waves of more than 60 feet are rare, and that even those of 50 feet are exceptional. In the ordinary trade winds the height is 5

or 6 feet. The ratio of height to length is about 1.33 in a moderate wind, 1.18 in a strong wind and 1.17 in a storm, from which it follows that the inclination of the wave is respectively about 6, 10, 11 degrees. The ratio of the height of the waves to the force of the wind varies greatly.

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WATER POWER. American and European Methods of Using It In a Large Way.

The standard American method of utilizing a large amount of water power has hitherto been to distribute the water to the several consumers or mill owners by means of a system of head races, so called, with facilities for its discharge at a lower level, to be utilized as the owner or lessee saw fit, and generally on his own premises. This led to long head canals and to insignificant tail races, whereas the Niagara plant consists of a common tail race, a mile and a half long, with comparatively insignificant head races. The old time water power company sold or leased the right to draw a definite quantity of water at defined times, with the privilege of discharging it at a lower level, and the mill owner did the rest, whereas at Niagara Falls the right is leased to discharge a definite quantity of water into the tail race tunnel, with the privilege of drawing this quantity from the head canal, or from the river. But over and above this the product--power--may be contracted for at Niagara Falls, delivered on the shaft.

To create a large group of mill sites of the older sort there was necessary, in the first instance, a large, continuous body of land, properly located for the purpose. If this could not be bought up secretly, and in large blocks, the whole water power enterprise would fail to come to fruition. In Europe, however, several such enterprises came into being in spite of the inability of the projectors to primarily buy tracts of land such as have been described. This was done by establishing central power stations near the dam, or head canal, and then transmitting the power produced, instead of the water to produce it, to the consumers or mill owners. Up to within, say, five years, this had always been accomplished by means of wire rope transmissions of power, and it is easy to see that the invention of the electrical transmission of power would give this form of the utilization of a large water power a great impetus. Many such plants are therefore already in existence, many are building, but among them all no one is probably so celebrated and is attracting the attention of all intelligent men as this at Niagara Falls.--Cassier's Magazine.

A LUCKY SNEEZE. It Came Just In Time to Make M. X. a Spanish Minister.

The writer of "Secrets In Spain" tells in the pages of The New Review how ministers were sometimes made under the regime of Queen Isabella of Spain. Perhaps the most remarkable instance is that of a man who was made minister for sneezing.

The story is as follows: M. X. had gone one day to pay a casual visit to one of his friends. To his surprise he found his friend very much occupied.

"Excuse me," said he, "but I am very busy today. But if you have nothing to do come along with me." "Where are you going?" "I have been summoned to the palace." They set off together.

At the palace one was conducted to the presence of the queen, while the other waited in the anteroom. There was a lengthy sitting in the queen's cabinet, a new ministry being in course of formation.

It was very cold and drafty in the anteroom, and the man who was waiting began to grow very impatient, as he felt a cold in the head coming on. "Whom shall we appoint to the exchequer? Whom to the Fomerto? Whom to the war department?" asked the queen. Gradually after much discussion the ministry was built up bit by bit. There was now only the colonial minister to be appointed. "I must have a colonial minister," said the queen. "Whom shall we appoint colonial minister?" No one could be thought of. All at once a loud sneee was heard in the anteroom.

"Who is that sneezing in the anteroom?" asked the queen. "M. X." "M. X.! The very man--the very man for the colonial minister! Tell M. X. to come in." That is how M. X. became colonial minister--for having sneezed.

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At the end of life we discover that we have passed nearly one half of it in being happy without realizing it, and the other in imagining that we were miserable.

The heaviest rainfall is near the equator and diminishes steadily as the latitude does.

Freckle Cures. Do the freckles prove stubborn? There is usually a clamor for "freckle cures"

about this time of the year, and the very best thing that proves reliable year after year is simply common buttermilk.

Secure it as fresh as possible. It will be found that nothing can equal this fresh

buttermilk for removing tan, freckles,

sunburn or moth spots. It has the great advantage that it does not injure the

skin, but makes it soft and white. Take a soft sponge and bathe the face, neck

and arms before retiring for the night.

Then wipe off the drops lightly. In the morning wash it off thoroughly and wipe dry with a crash towel. Two or

three such baths each week during the summer months will take off and keep off the tan and freckles and keep the skin soft and smooth.--Philadelphia

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AN ANCIENT BLOCKHOUSE. The Bouqet Redoubt the Only One In Existence.

Here in Pennsylvania we find what is not in existence in the east or south--one of the original blockhouses built before the Revolution and still in a perfect state of preservation. All the others have disappeared. Forts Duquesne and Pitt are things of the past, but the re-

doubt of Colonel Bouquet stands today as it stood 130 years ago. To the Pittsburg chapter of the Daughters of the Revolution we are indebted for it res-

toration. It has been owned by them since 1888. Until that year the old redoubt of Bouquet, as it is called, was occupied as a tenant house, and within

its walls was born Pittsburg's local historian, the late Neville B. Craige, Esq.

Down on "the point," on a narrow, dirty little street called Fort street, surrounded by tumbledown buildings nearly as old as itself, is a little five sided building of stone and brick erected by Colonel Bouquet in 1764 as a defense against the Indians. The lower story is of stone and the upper of brick. In both are performations or loopholes, through which the defenses could fire with comparative safety from the enemy.

Why this redoubt was erected has been a query to us, as but a short distance away stood Fort Pitt, a work of considerable magnitude and whose erection cost the colony of Virginia, or the English government, £60,000, but the redoubt was built as a stone slab over the door with the legend, "1764 Col. Bouquet," testifies.--Philadelphia Times.

Geodes.

Did you ever see a geode, the ugly, creamy, yellow, rounded rock, which, upon being broken open, presents a perfect wilderness of diamondlike crystals? They are oddities of the oddest kind, and are not too plentiful anywhere. The

word "geode" means "earthform" and is applied to all hollow stones which are filled with crystallized matter.

When broken open, some are found to be full of pure looking, clear water. Oth-

ers appear to be full of yellow or brown

paint, while a third class are filled with

what appear to be a very fair quality

of tar. No odds what the filling of the cavity may be composed of, the sides are always studded with crystals. Should the filling be yellow the crystals are likely to be of the same color, but by far the greater portion of them are as clear

as ice or diamonds.--St. Louis Republic.

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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.

The United States has all kinds of climate from that of the Sahara in the sandy deserts of Arizona to that of the Amazon in southern Florida and that of Greenland in northern Idaho and Montana.

A Marvel of Art. The casket that Nasrulla Khan presented to the queen from his father, the

ameer of Afghanistan, is a marvel of art. It is 48 inches long by 15 inches high. It is cut from a block of lapis lazuli, and is incrusted with large diamonds, rubies and emeralds. From the

four top corners spring stars containing

612 brilliants. The value of the whole

is $85,000. The queen in return sent a

gold plate service and other presents of

equal value.--Philadelphia Ledger.

Kind Offer. Impoliteness may sometimes perhaps be answered properly with impertinence. A struggling authot went to an editor with a manuscript. "Oh," exclaimed the editor, "don't bother me now. I've other fish to fry." "Well, I'll fry your fish for you," said the author, "while you read my manuscript." So the editor had to read it.

Diplomatic.

"Mr. Hawkins," said she, "I wish you'd decide a bet between me and Mr. Barrows. He says it is only 500 feet from here to the hotel, and I say it is 1,000 feet." "Well," said Hawkins, "I should say you were both right. It's about 500 of Barrow's feet and 1,000 of yours."--London Tit-Bits.

SMITH & THORN, 846 Asbury Avenue,

PLUMBING & DRAINAGE. All kinds of Pump, Sink, Drivewell Points and Plumbing Material constantly on hand. All kinds of Jobbing in our line promptly attended to. Best of Material used. Experienced workmen constantly on hand.

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.