The Mineola Monitor (Mineola, Tex.), Vol. 12, No. 1, Ed. 1 Saturday, September 29, 1888 Page: 2 of 8
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A CO.MriSSION.
Do t h lemon,her, Utile wife,
llow y<yirs ugu we two togeth'-r
8uw uaught hut love Illumine life
In auuny days or winter weatlicrl
Do Ton recall In rouneer years '/ _
To part & day u hitter puitif
Love's light tvas hid In cloud# of I«• or
Till meeting cleared tliu sky ugalu.
Do you remeinher how we two
Would tare into each other's eves,
Till all (lieearth grew heuv.mly hlmi 1
And apcech .van lout iu happy alghsl ,
Do vou another tiling recall, !
Tiiat used to happen oiten then:
Hoiv, simple pusahig In ilie hull, ,
We'd stop to .mile mill kiss aguful
Do vou remember how I oat
And. reading, held your hand In inine^
Caressing it with gentle pal— J[ A
One pat for every blesse I line? . , f
Do vou recall how at the play
Throuub hours of agon, wo tarried?
The lovers' grtels brought us dismay;
Oh, we rejoiced when they were married.
And then a allied homeward arm In arm,
Beiieuih the crescent inooiilet new,
'J hat smiled on us with silent charm; jr
•So glad that we wore married toi>.
Ah me, ' tv.'as years and years if.'o f
When all this liup;ioucd tli iL I sing,
And many a time ;ni: winter snow
Has slipped from u'ive slopes of spring.
And now—oh, immense! let us t"ll;
A lie lor laugh of maids or men I
You'll hide your blushes! I'll not. Well —
We're ten tune* worse than «e were then.
— II. J. jlciiilfiiwttii in the ('I'ntmy.
My Narrow Escajie,
] novel1 toll! anybody how very, very
near 1 was to tloiifli tlnit night, just it
year ugo; but us I oan now look back
uud calmly recall each 111< i:lciif. each
word, ciich not, I think I. will write it
down as n warning to nil wlio may liud
themselves similarly circumstanced,
hoping, with all my heart, llmt the
iiumber may bit few.
In tlie Iir.il place, my nttiiio is Fred-
erick l'litiuuii. I am and liavo been
for liio lust ton year.-;, lliu foreman
and bookkeeper of tins Iurge Intut!jor-
ing establishment of WHIiiin Winston
& Co., and hope to bo for another
decade, unless something else u;;lis
up.
Mr. Winston is lite resklotit partner
and manager of tiiu .'iiunitfuct tiring
part of tlio lina miss. Tins other mem-
bers of the linn,of which thorn uro two,
live in the city, at the foot of tho lake,
and attend to tlio sales of liunbor,
which wo send them by vessels.
This is by far tlio largest sliaro of
•what lit" mill cuts, although tlio amount
of our sales directly from tho mill, to
supply the country west of its, is <|iiito
largo.
Woll, one cold December evening,
just as I was preparing tor home, 1
Hoard footsteps on Iho croaking snow
outs do, nnfl presently tho oilieo door
llow open, as though some otio iu iiniito
had given it a push, udniitt ng a tall,
stout, well dressed mail, with a, small
traveling bag in one hand and a shawl
thrown over one arm.
1 wan alone—Mr. Winston having
gone to tho house some half an hour
before, locking tho safe, in which we
kept our books and papers, and taking
tho key with him. as usual.
1 hait akeatly closed Iho damper to
tho stove, put on my overcoat, and
was just in the act of turning down
tho lump—hut, of course, I waited.
"Good evening, sir," said the man,
bustling up tho slave, and kicking the
damper opon with his right foot. "Has
Winston gone to tho houseP '
1 answered that he had.
"WheuP 1 was afraid of it."
Ho drew out Ins watch— a vory lino
one. 1 thought.
•'I shall not havo time to go up," ho
said. "The train is due in liltuun min-
utes."
"Is there unylli ng I can do?" I
asked.
"1 wanted to leave some money with
\V inslon. 1 intended to stop in town
a day or two, but I havo just got a
dispatch that calls mo homo."
"What n a liio sir?"
"Anderson, of Aiidersonvillo."
1 know him then, tI had seen
him but once before, lie had been
ono of our best Western customers, 1
said had boon, for tho reason that dur-
ing Iho past year his payments had
not bean so prompt. In fact, he was
considerably behind, and Winston had
that, very day told mo to write him,
and '•punch him up a little," us he ex-
pressed it. The letter was then iu
the breast-pocket of in, overcoat.
"You can leave the money with mc,
sir. and 1 will g vo you a receipt."
lie seemed to oe.sitnte, which no' tled
mo somewhat. 1 havo never blamed
anvbody since, however.
"How much is my hill?" ho asked,
eyoing mo, sliarpU.
1 answered prompt!;, for I had
struck tho balance not more than half
an hour before:
"Eleven thousand seven hundred
mid fifty dollars and Iwenly-threo
cunts.'
"Humph! less than I susposed.
Write out a receipt lor that amount."
Ho left the stove, and came and
looked over my shoulder while 1
wrote.
"It is all i"i <xii t. Mr. Put man. 1 know
you now. You've been with Winston a
long time*. I can tell your signature
anywhere,"
Ho drew from tin ins do pocket a
large black wallet, \vr . round and full,
and counting out olev- i dill'erent piles
of banknotes, ho told nt" to run tliem
over, li was a short uud easy task, for
each pile contained just ten one hun-
dred dollar bills.
The balance was in lives, tens and
twenties, and it took more time to
onunt them; but at last we got it so
that both were satisfied.
At this moment we heard the whistlo
for tho station. Anderson sprung for
his traveling bag, and giving me a
hasty hand-shake, was ofl on tho run.
I closed the door, and counted the
money again, finding it, all right, I
wrapped a piece of newspaper around
it, and slipped it into iny overcoat
pocket.
1 did not fool quite easy to l^avo so
much money about me; but as Win-
ston's house wtN at least a mile dis-
tant. I concluded to keep it until
morning when I could deposit iu the
bunk.
1 closed tho damper again, droir on
my gloves, took tho olliee key from the
nail just over the door, and stop-
pod up to put out the light As 1 did
so. I saw a bit of paper on the iloor,
. which, on picking up I saw the receipt
1 wrote for Mr. Anderson. Ho had
dropped it in his hurrv. 1 put it in
my pockot, and thought no more about
it, only that I would mail it to him. I
would liavo done it then, but us tho last
mall for that day had gone out on the
train which took Mr. Anderson, I
could do it just as woll in tho morning.
Thou, too, 1 was in something of a
hurry that night, for I had an appoint-
ment; uud 1 may as well stato hero
that it was with a young lady, who, I
hoped, would bo my wife before many
months.
1 hastened to my boarding-place, ate
my supper, and then wont to Mr. War-
ner's wearing tho overcoat with tho
money iu it, as 1 did not fool easy
about leaving it in mv room. Carrie
was at homo, of course, as she was ex-
pecting mo, and, leaving mv coat and
hat in the hall, 1 went into tho parlor.
1 do not think a repetition of our
conversut on would bo very interesting,
so 1 will past over it, merely remark-
ing that nothing occurred to disturb
lue miliI I arose to take,my leave.
Carrie went into tlio entry lor my
coat and lint, that 1 might put them oil
by the warm lire, but slio came back
with only my hat.
"Why," Fred, you corta'nly did not
venture out on such it night as this
without an overcoat!'"
"Mo coat,''' I oxela mod, in a classed
sort of way, for tho thought of the
money, Hashing upon me suddenly, had
almost stunned me.
Tho next moment I tore past her
like a mjulmun, as 1 was. The coat
was gone!
Then I was unnerved. I grasped at
tlio stuiiTiiil, and caught il, just iu time
to support myself. Carrie came run-
ning out. her face pale with alarm.
"Oli, Fred! are you sick? Let mo
call mother and the doctor! You are
as white as a sheet!''
"No, no. Carrie!" I entreated,
"There I am better now."
Aud I was better. 1 was strong, all
at once—desperately strong. And
what brought about this change? The
simple receipt which 1 had in my
pocket. Anderson had nothing to
show that the money had been paid;
an I was not my unaided word as good
as 1'. is?
1 was foolish enough to believe that
I v 11 brave it through, and I grew
con i lent and qu.to easy at ouco.
• ..tore, Carrie, I am much better
now. The room was too warm, i
gue Some sneak-thief has
dodged hi and stole my coat. Woll,
lot it. go. It was only an old one, aud
I'll liavo a better one."
••ISut was there liotlilug in your-
pockets?" asked Carrie.
It is atrungo how suspicious guilt
will make us. I really thought that
Carrie suspected me, and an angry
reply was on tho end of my tongue.
I suppresBod il, however, and uttered
a falsehood instead.
•Nothing of consequence. Carrie.
A good pair of gloves and some other
It' ll ng notions.1'
•1 am glad it is no worse, Fred.
Now, if you will wa t just a moment, I
will gut you ono of lather's coats to
wear home."
Thus equipped I loft her.
You may guess that my slumbers
that li ght were not very sound, nor
very refreshing. I never passed a
more miserable night and iu tho morn-
ing my haggorod looks were tho sub-
ject of remark,
"Why, Fred, you look as though you
had mot a legion of ghosts last night! •
said Winston. "What is tho matter?"
"I had a bad night of it," I answered,
with a s olely smile.
"And you'll have another, if you're
not cat'oful. You had better keep
quiet to-day. Hy-thc-vvay, did you
write to Anderson?''
I don't know how I managed to re-
ply, for tho question set me to shiver-
ing from head to foot, and 1 was so
weak that I could scarcely sit in my
chair.
I must have answered in the aflirilla-
tive, however, lor he su'd:
"Thou wo may look for somothiug
from him tomorrow, or next day?1'
Immediately after he added:
"Why, Fred, you shiver as though
vou had the ague, and you are sweat-
ing like a butcher! You're sick, man!
Come! jump into my cutter, and I'll
take you home."
1 was glad of the chanco to got
away, and reaching my room, 1 locked
myself in.
Winston sent a doctor round, but I
refused to see him. Then Winston
came himself, but I would not open
the door. The landlady catue, thou
some of my fellow-boarders, but I
turned then, all away.
Ah! those were terrible hours that I
passed and tho night eoniiug on
brought mo no relief. Can you not
guess what I was meditating? Coward
that I was, 1 had at last resolved upon
self destruction.
1 commenced my preparations with
the same calmness and deliberation
that 1 would havo used iu the most
common transaction. 1 wrote a short
explanation for Carrie, another for
Ulr. Winston, a third for my poor
mother; and f sealed them all. In a
fourth envelope I enclosed tho receipt
to Mr. Anderson,
All this accomplished, I wont to my
secretary, and took out the weapon of
death. It was simply a revolver, small
and insignificant enough iu appear-
ance, Vmt till sutlicieut.
Having examined the cartridges, to
make sure that thoro would bo no
failure, I sat down before the fire, and
placed tho cold muzzle to my fore-
head.
in another second I would have
boen lifeless; but just as my linger be-
gan to press the trigger there caste a
tap on mv door.
It startled me, and kistiiy conceal-
ing my weapon, I culled out that I
could iidmit no one.
"Not ma Fred?"
I know Carrie's voice, nnd a yearn-
| ing to look on her loved faeo got the
I mastery of me. Qnietlv slipping the
tell-tale letters, which I had left on
I the table, into my pocket, 1 opened the
' door.
"Oh, Fred, you are real lick!" ex*
claimed Carr e, the moment the light
tell ou my face. "Why did you not
send for me? Aren't you better?"
••Worse," I answered, huskily; "butt
Carrie—good heavens! '
As I uttered this exclamation I start-
ed buck, and then forward; and then
—I hardly know whal, for, hanging
across Carrie's arm, wus my over-
coat!
Recovering from my astonishment,
I snatched it from her, uud thrust my
hand into the pocket I drew out
eleven thousand, seven hundred and
lli'ty dollars aud twenty-three cents.
You havo hoard about, and perhaps
soeu, the singular capers of a madman,
or the w Id antics of those crazed Willi
rum, or I he grotesque dane.ng of sav-
ages. Woll, judging from What Car-
no told me, aud from the appearunce
of my apartment uflor it was all over,
1 am led to believe that, were it possi-
ble to concentrate tlio three above-
mentioned species of demons into ono,
their capering anil dancing would ap-
pear tame iii comparison with mine
thai night.
lint I coolod down after a while, and
just in time to save Carrie's head a
thump from tho chair or the wash-
stand, which I had selected as partners
iu my crazy waltz.
Thou I asked for an explanation. It
wus the simplest thing imaginable. (
do not know why I had not thought
of t before. It was siurplv a blunder
of Carrie's father. He had mistaken
my coat for his own, and worn it down
town, never dreaming that a small for-
tune was lying idly in tho pockot.
Well, I didn't havo the brain fever
over the affair, but I was, the next door
to it. 1 made a clean breast of the
whole thing excepting my attempt, or,
rather, my resolve, at self-destruction.
No ono ever guessed that part of it,
aud I toll it to-day for tho first time.
I sent Mr. Anderson his receipt,
iiuuded over tho money to Mr. Win-
ston, and went right on with my du-
ties, a wiser and a belter man, I hope.
Aud to-morrow, Ood willing, I shall
load Carrie to the altar.
Reading Over Old Letters.
In these busy days how many peoplo
ftver liiiil time to rummage out il pack-
age of time-stained old letters, and
then yield themselves up to tho spell
of quietly reading tliein? No; even if
going away to tho seashore or the
mountains, they preferably stow away
a novel or two in tlio valiso and trust
to those to supply them with all the
needful romance. And yet there is
more romance to lie got out of one
package of old letters from intimate
associates of one's youth lhan half a
circulating library of lite novels. With
most men and women of forty or fifty
tliu unstirred lneiiiors ot early days of
of life has, grown utterly vaguo and
shadowy. Ail forgoten with thorn is
how they used to exult, weep, hope
and despair—all forgotten how rap-
turous tlio witio of youth was, how
b.tter its dreg and loos. Hut now
comes the package of old letters to tho
rescue. Under its enchanting wand
the sensations become positively start-
ling as I lie drama of the past i begins1
to unroll and scene after .scene breaks
iu with its old vivid nsssociatons.
The first to bo opened is perhaps a
letter from tho loud dead, dear old
mother. It was wr tten when her boy
first loft for the boarding school or to
seek his fortune in the world, and
with the re-reading of it across the
abvss of time how the heart beats
wilh the old l'ears and hopes, tho old
clinging embrace, Iho old boyish re-
solve never to bring grief or shame
on such dovotian. Next comes a letter
from a Damon or a Pythias of a far-
away schoolmate. "Poor Tom!" the
heart sighs before one begins to read,
iis one calls how sad a fate in life the
unhappy fellow had. lint no trace of
foreboding iu tho letter! Tom is tho
old young Tom of fourteen years. Ho
has just been to a dancing party, where
he had a colilion and the Virginia reel
wilh a ry, fairy Murv Pholps. She
looked like an angle, Tom's aflldavit
for it. Her eyes danced with joy, aud
Tom thought he knew the reason why.
Then followed a college loiter. It, was
from tlio reader's dear, proud sistor.
She had hoard all about her brother's
class-day oration. Susan Alcott had
written her that, it was pronounced a
combination of the charm of Cicero,
Iho lite of Demosthenes,and the Gan-
ges vol limit of Burke. Yes, tlio reju-
venated old follow remembers this was
just what he once believed of it him-
self and was finally sure of, when his
classmates Hooked around him and
.nottrly shook his arms oil".
Aud then the failures! All, the
glamor of beauty, time and distance
thrown over sleep and ragged experi-
ences. Why may not. heaven at last
turn out to be just such a "reading of
old letters? '
How to Hum! TIckIbi's,
A correspondent of Science writes
as follows: "I was a very ticklish
youngster, and m/ comrades some-
times used that weakness for their own
amusement. Ono boy used to show
how 1 tile e.lleel tickling had upon him;
but one hot summer day, as ho was
lying reading, I tickled him on tho
ribs, and he almost went into con-
vulsions. I found that he was far
more sensitive than any boy in tho
company, and ho revealed h s secret to
mo under condit on of my nuvor toll-
ing any one else. By holding his
breath ^o became pachydermatous,
and would let anybody tickle him as
much as they pleased; but of course
tho/ always gave it up at once when
Ihoy saw his solid look. I tried the
plan, and it worked admirably; and it
is iny e«ily protection, even uulo this
day. i'.ir my cuticle is as sensitive as
evor. Tho deduction is simple; a man
hold-' his breath aud the tickler is
bu filed.
Encouraging.
Author (to publisher)—"Well, how
About my book?" Does it maintain
its place in literature?"
Publisher—"I don't know anything
about that, hut 1 know it holds its own
pretty well on my shelves. I haven't
boon able to got rid of an" ' *t compli-
mentary copies thus ' — 'i-<*
H Jlinq'i,
'—'tcsiu
"SUPERFLUITIES A H1NDERENCE.
The Rev, Talmage at the City
of Churches.
The E'.oquunt Divine Uses the Book of
Chronic for His Enchanting Depiction
of tile Malformed Ancient.
Brooki/tx, September 23.—Tlie Rev. T.
DeWltt Talmage, 1). D., preached In the
Brooklyn Tabernuulo this morning on the sub-
ject, "Superfluities a lllndiiriuice." Several
ocean steamers arrive In port Sunday morn-
ings and many of the passengers, browned
by the sea, come directly from the wharf to
the Brooklyn Tabernacle. Ttie great cougre-
gatfon, led by Professor All's cornet aud ac-
companied by the oriran, at which Professor
Browne presides, joined iu tho opening
hymn:
Wi" aro Thy people, we Thy cure.
Our souls nnd all our mortal frame,
Wlittt laatiiiR honors shall we rear,
Almighty Matter, to Thy name?
Dr. Tultnagu's text wast I. Chronicles,
Cli. xx. v. 0 and 7: "A man of groat st iturc,
whose Angers aud toes were four and twenty,
six on each hand, and six on each foot: and
he also was the son of the giant But when
he dalled Israel, Jonathan the son of Slilmea,
David's brother, slow hhn."
Mttlfonniitlon photographed, and for what
reason? Did not this passage slip In by mis-
take into the Sacred Scripture*, as some-
times a paragraph utterly obnoxious to the
editor gets its way into his newspaper during
lils absence? fs not this Scriptural errata?
No, no; there is nothing haphazard about the
Bible. 'Mils passage of Scripture was cer-
tainly Intended to be put in tho Bible as
the passage, "In the beginning God created
tho heavens and the earth," or, "God so
loved tho world that lie gave llis only be-
fioltcu son,"
And I select ft for my text to-day bo-
cuse ft is charged with practical and
tremendous meaning. By the people of God
tlic Fhilistiues luid been conquered, with the
exception of a few giants. The race of glant9
Is mostly extinct, I am glad to say. There Is
no use of giants now except to'enlai'ge ttie
Income of museums. But there were many
of them iu oldeu times, (iollatn was, accord-
ing to tho Bible, eleven feet, lour and a half
Inches high. Or, If you do uot believe tho
Bible, the famous l'Jiu,, a secular writer,
declines thai, at Crete by an earthquake a
monument was broken open, discovering the
remains of a giant forty-six eubhs long, or
sixty-nine feot high So, whether you prefer
snored history or profane history, you must
come to Hie conclusion that there were iu
thuso oldeu times cases of human altitude
monstrous mid appalling. David had smash-
ed the skull of one of those giants, but there
were other giants that the Davidenn wars had
not yet subdued, and one of them stands ill
my text. lie was not only of Alpine stature,
but hud a surplus of digits. To tUe ordinary
fingers was annexed an additional finger aud
theliot had also a superfluous addendum,
lio had tweuty-four terminations to hands
and feet where others liavo twenty. It was
not the only Instance of the kind. Taver-
nier, tho learned writer, says that the Em-
peror of Java had a son endowed with Iho
seme number of extremities. Votcatius, tho
poet, had six lingers on each hand. Muupn-
tilH, In llis celebrated totters, speaks of two
families near Berlin similarly equipped of
hand and foot. All of which lean believe
far 1 have ecen two cases oi the same physi-
cal superabundance. But this giant of the
text is 111 battle, and as Dnvid, tho dwarf
warrior, had d spatcbed one glaut, the
brother of David slays this monster of
mv text, and there lie lies alter tlio
battle la Giilh, a dend glnnt. His stature
did not save lilm and his superlluous append-
Jens of band ami foot did not, save him. Tli"
'probability was that in the buttle ins sixth
linger on his baud made him clumsy in the
us.! of his weapon, and his sixth toe crippled
his gait. Behold the prostrate and uimfor-
inatud giant of the text: "A man great of
stnlure, whoso lingers and toes were four
and twenty, six ou each luind, and six on
each foot;'aud he also wits tho eon of tho
glnnt. But when he defied Israel, Jonathan,
tho son of tihiuieu, David's brother, siew
him."
Behold how auperfltil'.leR mv a liinderauee
rntuer than ahelpl In all the battle at, Until
that day there was nut a man unit orilinurv
hand mid ordinary foot uud ordinary stature
that was not better off Hi.tn this physical
curiosity of my text. As ph sieul « ■/.; is apt
to run ill families the probability Is that this
brother of David who aid the work was of tin
abbrev.ated stature. A dwarf ou tho right
side is stronger tluin u giant on the wrong
side, aud all the body, and mind and estate, j
and opportunity that you call not us- for God
and the betterment of lite world is a R.xth
linger and a sixth toe, and a terrific hinder-
aiice. Tho most of the good dona in the
world, and Iho most, of those who win Iho
battles for the right, are ordinary people.
Count the Angers of their right baud and
they have just 11 v, no more uud no less. One
Doctor Dull among missionaries, but three
thousand missionaries that would tell you
they have only common endowment. One
Florence Nightingale to nurse the sick in
coiispiclotis places, but ten thousand women
who are just as good nurses though never
heard of. The Swamp Angel n as ii big gun
that during the war made a big noise, but
muskets of ordinary calibre and shells of or-
dinary heft did the execution. President Tyler
and lils cabinet go down the Potomac one day
to experiment with the peacemaker, a great
iron gun that was to alright with its
thunder foreign navies. The gunner touch-
es It oil and it explodes and leaves cabinet
ministers dead on the deck, while at, that time
all up ami down our coasts were cannon of
ordinary bore utile to bo the defense of tho
nation, and read/ at the first touch to waken
to duty. Tho curse of tho world is big guns.
Alter tho politicians who have made all the
noise go home hoarse from angry discussion
on the evening of the iirst Monday io Novem-
ber, tho next day the people with the silent
ballots will settle everything, and settle It
right, a million of the white slips of paper
they drop making about as much noise us tho
J ill of an apple blossom.
Clear back In tho country to-day there are
mothers In plain apron, and shoes fashioned
on a rough last by the shoemaker at the end
of the lane, rocking babies that are to lie the
Martin I.iithcra and tho Faraduvn, and the
Edtsons, and the Bismaroks, and the Glad-
stones. and the Washingions, and the George
Whlteilelds of the year 10US, and who will
make tho twentieth contutv so bright that
tills much lauded nineteenth In comparison
w ill seem a part of iho dark ages. The longer
1 iivo tlio more I like common lolks. They do
the world's work, hearing tho world's burdens,
weeping the world's sympathies, carrying 1 lie
world's consolation. Among lawyers ho see
rise up a liufus Clioate, or a William Wirt or
a Samuel I). Siiiithnnil, but society wouhl go
to pieces to morrow if there were not thous-
ands of common lawyers to see that mcu aud
women get their right* A Valentine
Mott or a Willard Parker rises up
eminent in tbe medical profession,
but what an unlimited sweep would
pneumonia, and diphtheria, and scarlet fever,
iiave in the world If it were not for ton thou-
sand common doctors. The old phisiclan in
in lils gig rolling up Iho lane of the farm-
house, or riillng on horseback, lils medicines
111 the saddle-bags, arriving on the ninth day
of the fever, and coming In to take hold of
tho pulse of the patient, while the family,
pale w ilh anxiety, are looking on and waiting
for his decision in regard to the patient, and
hearing liiiu say: "Thank God, I have mas-
tered the case, he Is getting well." excites iu
me an admiration quite equal to tho mention
of the names of the great metropolitan doc-
tors, Pancoast or tiross or Joseph ('. Hutch-
inson of tho past, or the Illustrious living
nv n of tho present.
Yet what do we se« In nil departments!
People not satisfied with ordinary spin-res of
work and old nary duties. Instead of trying
to see what they can do with a hand of'live
lingers they want six, Instead of usual en-
dowment of tw enty maiiil il and pedal adden-
da they wnnt twenty-four. A certain amount
of luouey fur livelihood aud for the supply of
loins with tbe voice ot God commanding jon
to (bake bands. Tbe custom la as old aa tbe
Bible, anyhow. Jehu aald to Jebonadab:
"la thine beart right aa my heart Is wl«
tblne heart? If It be. give me thine hand."
When bands joiu in Christian salutation a
gospel electricity thrills across the palm from
heart to heart, and Iroin the shoulder ot ooe
to the shoulder of the oLher. Shake bands alt
around. With the timid aud for tbolr en-
couragement, sbalce hands. Wltb the trou-
bled and in wiiriii-hciirttid sympathy, Bhaka
bauds. With the young mau Just entering
business and discouraged at the ainail sales
aod the large expenses, shake hauus. With
the child who is new from God and started
ou unending Journey tor which he needs to
gather a great supply of strength, and
who can hardly reach un to you uow, because
you aro so much taller, shake bunds. Across
cradles and dying buds aud graves, shake
vour enemies who have done
those whom we leave behind us after we
have departed this life Is Important, for we
bare tbe best authority for snyluiri
that providutU not for bis own and especially
tbose of hi* own household Is ]vVri.tt 1
infidel." but thelar^e and and fabulous muius
for wblcb mauy sirnjriile, If obtained would
be a bindersnce rather than au advantage.
Tbe anx eties and annoyances that
have whose estates have become plethoric
can only be told by those who possess them.
It will ho a good tiling when through
your iudustry aud public prosperities you can
own tho "house in which you live.
Hut suppose you own fifty bouses and
you have all those rents to collect
aud all those tenant* to please. Suppose you
have branched out In business successes until
In almost every direction you have invest-
ments. The lire bell rlnas at nlffht; vou rush . . .
upstairs to look out of the window to see if It cradles and. u
is auvof \our mills. Epidemic of crime comes bfttida. Willi ." .« whom vou
and there are embedments and abscondings ^,^>1Mds! At \b
• In, and
panic strikes tliu lluanelal world, and you nre ai me jum ui T,a"nd^°wUU
like a ben under a sky full of hawks and try- shake bands. Let P"'11®1" '",''®".,,® * "jj
ing with anxious cluck to get your overgrown pew,and BabbatU dav shake hands with^wtsek
chickens safelv 'umler vour wiuig. After a d y, aud earth shake bauds with heaven. Uu
certain stage of success lias boon ruacliud you the strauge, the migbiv,lheundellned,to
have to trust so many iniportu.it things to mysterious, the eternal power of an IKmeat
others that you are apt to become the prev of handshaking. Ihe d)lleit<ncc between these
. - 1 . ,1 1.1 1.1'.. ...I wl tio.oa UII/I til
nntl there are emoesxiemenis aim uubw uuihji At
in all directions, and you wonder whether any can tiflord to fori^o, Bhake bauas. At
of your bookkeepers will prove recreant. A door of churches where people come In,
panic strikes I lie lluanelal world, and you nre at the door of churches where ^Ofile «o
others, and jou ure swindled uud defrauded,
aud the anxiety you hud on your broiv wlieu
you were curning your Iirst thousand dollars
Is not equul to the anxiety on your brow uow
that you havo won your three hundred thou-
sand, The trouble with such a one Is ho is
spread out like the uiifortunato ono lu my
text. You liuv>! moro lingers uud toes thau
you know wiiat to do Willi. Twenty were use-
ful, twenty-four is a hindering superfluity.
Disraeli says that a king of Poland abdicated _ „— .
his throne and joined tho peoplo aud became Trujuu's arch nt Bcnevonluui, or t/onstau-
a porter to carry burdens. And some one tine's arch at Koine, or arch of Iriuinph at
times aud the millennial times is that now
some shake bauds but then all will sbaKe
bands, throne and foot-stool, across seas na-
tion with nation, God and man, church mili-
tant and church triumphant.
Yea; tbe malformation of this fallen giant's
foot glorifies tho ordinary foot, for which I
four you have never once thanked God. Iho
tweuty-six bones of tho foot are the admira-
tion of tho anatomist. The arch of the foot
fashioned with a grace and a poise tha-
rry
asked lilm why ho did so and he replied:
"Upon my honor, gentlemen, Die loud which
I quit is by far heavier than tho one you see
me carry." The weightiest is but a straiv when
compared to that, world under which I labored.
I have slept more in four nights thau 1 have
during all my reign. I begin to live and to bo
a king mysoff. Klect whom you choose, for
mo who iim so well it would be madness to .«•
turn lo court,"
"Well," snys somebody, "pitch over-
loaded persons ouuht to bo pitied,
for their worrlments uro real and
tlio ir instiiiinla and their nervous prostra-
tion are genuine." 1 reply that, thoy could
get rid of lite bolhersmno surplus by giving
it away. 11' a man has more houses than ho
can curry without vexation, h-t him drop a
lew of tiieui. If ills estate is so great lie can-
not manage It without getting nervous dys-
pepsia from having t'jo much, lot him divide
up with those who have nervous dyspepsia
because they cannot get enough. No I tlio/
guard their sixth linger with more euro thiol
they tl d the original live. They go limping
with w hat they cull gout and kno v not that,
like the gluut of my text, they uro lamed by
a superlluous loo. A lew ol' tliem by large
charities bleed themselves of tills llnuticiui
obesity and monetary plethora, but mauy of
them bang on to tlio hindering superfluity
till death, and then as thoy are compelled to
give the money up anyhow, in iiioir last will
a in I testament they generously give some of
it to the Lord, expecting no doubt that lie
will feel very much ob Iged to thorn. Thank
(Sod that once ill a white we have a Peter
Cooper who. owning an interest iu tbe iron
works at Trenton, said to Mr. Leuter: "I do
not feel quite easy about the amount; we aro
making. Working under one of our patents,
we have a monopoly which soouis to tu t some-
thing wrong. Everybody has to come to us
for it aud we nre making money too fast."
So they reduced the price and this while our
philanthropist was building Cooper institute,
which mothers a hundred institutes of kind-
ness and mercy iill over tho land. But, the
world had to wait live thousand eight hun-
dred years for Peter Cooper. I am glad for
the benevolent institutions that eet a le tucv
front men who during their life were as stingy
as death, bill who iu their last will aud testa-
ment bestowed money on hospitals
and missionary societies; but for such
testators I have no respect. They would have
taken every cent of it with thorn If they
could, and bought up half of heaven and lot
it out at ltnucms rout, or loaned t he money
to celestial cltzons at Mvo percent a mouth,
nipt got a corner oil harps and triimpols.
They l.ved in litis world tilt, or sixty years In
the presence of appalling suffering ntid want
and made no effort for their relief. The
charities of such people are for tho most part
in "paulo post future" tense and lliev are go-
ing to do tliem. Tlio probability Is that if
such a one in his lust will by a donation to
benevolent societies tries to alone l'or Ills life-
iiiuu olosi'dislednoss, tlte heirs at law will try
lo b link the '"til it proving that iho old mail
wassi'tiilo or era/.'. an I lie expense of tbe
litigation will a!) nil le iv- in the lawyers'
biiittls w lint wiii meant for ilie American 1S1-
ble Society. O \e overwol litetl suecesslul
business men, win tiler iliis sermon reach
your ear or your e\'e. h-t in.: say tluil, If you
lire prostrated with anxieties about, keeping
or investing these tremendous hirtiiues, lean
tell yon Iimv vou can do more to get four
lie:,lilt back and your spirits raised lliaii by
tlriiiking^al otts of liatl-iiistnig water at S.tr-
atoiiii, lioiuhiiri or Car,sb:i'i — jlvo to God and
liuiiiuiiily the IJible ten per cent, of all your
Income, and if will malic u new man ol' you,
mid from restless walking of the lloor at
nlglit you shall have eight hours sleep with-
out the help of bromide of potassium, and
from no appetite you will hardly bo able to
wait your regular meals, and vour wan cheek
will fill up, and when you die iito blessings
of those who but for you would have per-
ished will bloom nil. over your gravo with
violets, if it be spring, or gladiolus, if it be
autumn.
Perhaps pome of vo'i will talc o
this i dvice, but tho most of you
will not. And you will try to
cure your swollen hand br getting on it more
lingers, and your rheumatic foot by getting
on it more toes, aud there will bo a sigh of
relief when you lira gone out of the world;
and wlieu over your ruiuaius the minister re-
cites the words:
"Blessed are Ihe dead who die In the Lord,"
persons who havo keen appreciation of tho
ridiculous will hardly be utile to keep their
laces straight. But whether in that direction
m v words do good or not, Iain anxious that
all who have only ordinary equipment be
thankful for what they have and rightly em-
ploy it. I think you all hove, figuratively as
well as literally, lingers enough. Do not
long for hindering superfluities. Standing
iu the presence of this fallen giant, of my
text and 111 tills post-mortem examination -of
liio end of Chumps Ely-sees could uot equal.
Those niches stand where they were plauted,
: hut this arch of tho foot Is an adjustable
arch, a yielding arch, u flying arch, aud ready
' for movements innumerable. The human
foot so fashioned as lo enable man to stand
upriu'ht as no other creature, aud leave tbe
, baud that would otherwiso have to help In
, balancing the body lice for any thing It
chooses. Tlio foot of the camel fashioned
! for tho sand, the foot of Ihe bird fashioned
' for the tree branch, the foot of the hind
1 fashioned for tliu slippery rock, tho foot ot
lion fashioned to rend Its prey, the
foot of tho horse fashioned for
tlio soidld earth, but tho foot ot
man made to cross tlio desert, or climb the
tree, or scale the cliff, or walk liio earth, or
: go iiuywhet-o he needs to go. With that di-
vine'triumph of anatomy 111 your possession,
where do you walk? Iu wliut path of right-
eousness or what, path of siu have you set It
down'i Where have you left Ihe mark of
your footsteps! Am d tho potriinctious iu
the rocks have boon found tho mark or the
l'eet nt birds ami beasts of thousands of
! years ago. And Uod can trace out ull the
footsteps of your lifetime, and those you
made lli'ty years aco aro as plain as those .
mode in (he lust sole weather, all of tliem
petrified for the Judgment day. Oh, Ihe
loot! How divinely honored not only lu its
; construction but in tho fact that Uod rcpre-
\ sents Himself in tlio Bible us huviug feet:
i '•The clouds on Ihe dust of llis feet;"
"Darkness was under Ills feet;" "The
j earth is My footstool." And representing
j cyclones and euroelvdoiis und whirlwinds
| and hurricanes as winged creatures, He do-
1 scribes Himself as putiing Ills foot on those
i monsters of tlio iilr anil walking from p ill'.oil
| to pinion, saying: "lie walkoth upiu the
wings of the wind." "Thou hast put all
! things under his foot," cries the • psalmist,
i Oil, liio foot I (Jive me the autobiography of
I your foot from the lime you stepped out of
the cradle until to-day and I will tell your
) exact character now and what are your pros-
pecls for the world to come. That there
might bo no doubt ub jtit the fact that both
] theso pieces of divine mechanism, hand nnd
foot, belong to Christ's servico, both hands
j of Christ and boih feet of Christ were spiked
on the cross. Right through the arch of
both Ills feet to tho hollow of ilia footstep
1 went the Iron of torture, uud from the palm - ,
i of His huml to the back of it, and
| there is not a muscle or nerve
| or bono among Ihe twenty-seven
bones of band and wrist, or among the
i twenty-six bones of the foot, but it belongs to
i Hun how and forever. Charles Hoatle, the
! groat writer, lost the joint of his forefinger
by feeding a bear. Look out, that your whole
hand get:i not into the maw ot tho old Cere-
, but of perdition. Sir Thomas Trowbridge,
< at the battle of Inkcrmann, lost his foot und
I when Iho soldiers would carry him away, ho
said; "No, 1 do not move until the battle Is
won." So if our foot bo lamed or lost let it
be in the service of our God, our home or our
j country.
That Is tho most, beautiful foot that poos
I about paths of greatest usefulness, and that
' the most beautiful hao 1 that doas tho most
to help others. 1 was reading of three women
who were in rivalry about tho appearance of
tho hand. And tho one reddened her hand
with berries, aud said the beautiful tinge
made hers tlio most beautiful. And anotber
put her hand in the mountain brook, and
said as the waters dr ppe I off. that her hand
| was Iho most beautiful. And another pluck-
[ cd flowers oil the bank, and under the bloom
( contended that her hand was the most at-
I tractive. Then a poor old woinau appeared,
1 and looking up in her docrcpltttdo asked for
alms. And a woman who had not, taken part
in the rivalry gave her alms. And all the
women resolved to leave to this beggar the
question as tirwhlch of «11 the hands present
| wus tlio mo3t attractive, and sho said: "The
: most beautiful of them ull is the one that
gave relief to my necessities," and as sho so
i said her wrinkles and rags and her decropi- «
I tuile and her body disappeared, and In place
thereof stood the Christ who long ago said:
"Inasmuch as ye did It to ouo of the least ol
these ye did it to Mel" nnd who to purchase
the servico of our hand aud foot here on
earth or in rcsurreclioii state, litrd bis own
baud aud foot lacerated.
>
'"4
A Beggar's Guild.
Peril tips tlio most curious of nil
jruilds in tin oriental I own, and ooe
which flourishes exceedingly in Cavil-
In. is tho beggar's guild. Like othet
gu Ids, they have their own laws, theii
president and thoir council. This
council gives a diploma to those who
iiiin, let. us learn how much butter oil we are j w sh to beg, and without permission
with just the usual baud, the usual foot, t no ono durst seek alms at tho churches.
You have thanked God for a thousand
things, but 1 warrant you never thanked 1-liin !
for those two implements of work and loco-
motion, that, no one but the Infinite and
Omnipotent God could have either planned
or made, Ihe hand and the foot. Only that
soldier or that mechanic who In a liutilo or 1
through machinery Inn lost them knows
anything about their value, and only tho
Christian scientist can have any apprecia-
tion of what du lite masterpieces they are.
Sir Charles Bail, the English surgeon, on the
battlefield of Waterloo, while engaged in
urn utatioiis of the wounded was so impres-
sed with the wondrous construction of the
hum tin hand that when tlio Earl of Bridge-
water gave forty thousand dollars for essays
on the wisdom and goodness of God, and 1
eight books were written. Sir Charles Bell
wrote his entire book on the wisdom and
goodness of God as displayed In tbe bu-
rn ill hand. The twenty-seveu b ines In hand
and vi-Ist wilh curtilage and Hirametits and
pi .lunges of the lingers a 1 made just ready
to knit, lo sew, to 'build up, to pub down, to
weave, to write, to plow, to pound, to wheel
lo battle, to give friendly salutation. The
tips of Its fingers are so many telegraph ol-
ilces by reason of their seusitlvenessot touch. 1
The bridges, the tunnels, the cities of the
whole earth are the victories of the huml.
The linn,is ure uot dumb, but often speak as \
il.stlnclly as the lips. With our hands ive in- j
Vile, wo repel, we Invoke, we entreat, we
wring tliem In grief ami clan tliein in joy, or 1
spread tliem abroad lu hem diction. Tliu mill
furuuition of the giant's baud In the text glo-
rllles the usual hand. Fmhloited of God more |
exquisitely and wondrotudy than any human
mecliuulclsm that was ev,>r contrived,I oil urge
you use it for God and the lifting of tho world
out of Its moral predicament. Employ it iu
the sublime Work of gospel handshaking.
You can see the hand is just, made for that.
Four llng-rs just pet right to touch your
uclghboi's b ind on one side ami your thumb
set so as to clench II on the other fddo. Hv
ull Ito bones, and joints, and muscles, and
cartilages uud ligaments, the voice of nature
mosques, of street doors. All the le-
gitimate beggars would rise in arms
against him, antl ills lifo would not be
worth much. Friday is tho recognized
beggars' day, in which they go around
from door to door and get thoir wal-
lets filled with broad and beans; these
aro divided liy Hie community; nothing
is private properly; it is against their
creed. Tlio beggars' .brotherhood is
rich; thoy possess house property, tho
income of which is spent for the bone-
lit of the community, and once a year,
on the day of St. John the Charitable,
they have a feast.
They all go to church on this day; It
would be ditlicult to recognize the ti-
dily-dressed members of this honorable
community in their best clothes; rags
and tatters aro only do riguer to tliein
when they tiro ou their roiiuds. Beg-
gary pnys very woll; if a beggar's
(laughter marries, she is dowered by
the community, tho president soes to
the betrothal, and his consent is essen-
tial to tho ttn'on. At Salonica, Blind
Demetrius is tlio president; lie is easilv
reeogu zml as he parades tho streets,
singing his everlasting wail:
Day and night, day and night I live In tbl
dark,
Wretch that I ami I hear the world but 1
cannot see It.
And though you know him to bo a rlcb
man, that his wife if well dressed, nnd
that his daughter will receive a hand-
some (lower, bis plea for nlms is al-
most irresistible. — Cornhtll Magazine.
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