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TALMAGE AT CRETE.
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A QEEAT OUTDOOR ASSEMBLAGE.
The Brooklyn Divine Crates at
a Chautauqua Meeting.
Be Portray?.n in Hi-i Usual Eloqu nt Ety'.e
Our Q-rf-at Laolt of S'aiih, tli« Hnn 011
Which EtttrnUv Tunis- C.iriHt Uuui D .vm
to Sav > ihe World, But Tll*ro Aro I-'eopln
80 Woipvl by Mi.i-iiMtiary Affairs Tiiat
They Ara Sjon List lu the Ifi-shea cf S.11,
Not Having the Faith to Lot Go and Giiru
to the Prom se of Ou.- fcaviour on tli« Croat.
C'nnT:', Nen., July 1.—To-day there la a
great outdoor meeting nt thin place—a Chau-
tauqua meeting—and people from all purls
are present. A leimou by the Iter. 'J'. l)e-
Wllt Talmaicc, I). I)., la the principal feature
Of the occasion. The reverend gentleman's
subject was: "None Like Jesus." lie took
for his lost: "Unto you ttieri-foro which bn-
lleve lie Is precious." I. Peter, Cli. 2., v. 7.
Following Is the sermon:
We had for many years in this country com-
mercial depression. What w.is the matter
With the stores) With the harvest? With
thapeoplei Lac'c of faith. Money enough,
IMS enough, skillful brains enough, Indus-
Moos hands euougb, hut no faith. Now what
Carnages the commercial world, damages the
spiritual. Our great lack is faith. That Is
the hinge on which eternity turns. The Ulhle
•ays we are saved by faith. "O," says soma
one In the audience. "I haro faitti, I hollevo
that Christ came down to aave the world." I
reply that in worldly matters when you have
(pith you always act upon It. For Instance,
If I could show you a business operation by
which you could make live thousand dollars,
you would Immediately go Into it. You would
prove your fu'lth In what 1 toll you by your
prompt and Immediate action. Now, if what
you call faith In Christ has led you to sur-
render your entire nature to Jesus and to cor-
responding action In your life, It Is genuine
faith, and If It has not, It Is not faith at all.
There are some things which 1 be-
lieve with the head.' And there are
other things which I believe with the
heart. And then there are other things
which T believe both with the head and heart.
1 believe, for instance, that. Cromwell lived.
That Is a matter of the head. Then there are
other tilings which I believe with the heart
and not with the head. That Is, 1 have no
especial reason for believing them, anil yet I
want to believe them, and the wish Is the
father to the expectation. 1)Lit there Is 11 very
fireat difference between that which wo lie-
leye about ourselves, and that which we be-
llevo about otlior-C For instance, you lenitim-
..hernot a great while ago there was a disaster
In Pennsylvania, amid the mines; there wiis
in explosion ainld the damps, anil iniijiy lives
were lost, In'the morning you picked up
your newspaper, and saw there had been a
weat disaster In Pennsylvania. You said:
"Ah, what a sad. thing this Is; how iniiuy
lives lost, I O, what sorrow I" Then you read
a little further on. There had been an almost
miraculous effort to get th<ui:i men out, and u
lew had been saved. you salil, "what
* brave thing, what a grand thing that wast
How well It was (loneI" Then you folded
(lie paper up, mid sat down to your morning
repast. Your appetite bail not been Interfer-
ed with; and during that, day, perhaps, you
thought only two or three times of the disus-
t«r. Hut suppose von and 1 hud been in the
tnluo, and the dying had been all around
as, and we had huurd the plckuxos just above
..us as they were trying to wojk their way
down, and after a while we saw the light,
and the life-bucket let down through the
•haft, and suffocated and half dead, we had
fust strength enough to throw ourselves over
uto It, and had been hauled out into the
' "glit ' i'iien what an appreciation we would
have had of the agony and the darkness be-
neath, and the joy of deliverance. That Is
the difference between believing a thing
about others and believing-It about ourselves.
' We take up the Bible and lend that Christ
eame to auvo the world. "That was beauti-
ful," you say, "a Hue speelmeii of self-denial.'
That was very grand Indeed." Hut suppose
It fa fouhd that we • ourselves were down in
the mine of sin and In the darkness, and
Christ stretched down Ills arm of mercy
through the gloom anil lifted us out of the
pit, aud aet our feet ou the itoek of Ages, and
DUt a new song into our mouth. O, then It Is
a matter of hundclapplng; It Is u matter of
congratulation; It Is a mutter of deep emo-
tions. Which kind of fuitli have you, my
brother!
It Is faith that makes a Christian, and It Is
the proportion of faith that makes the diller-
•nco between Christians. What was It that
lifted Haul, and Luther, and Pay-sun, and
Doddridge above tho ordinary level of Chris-
tian character) It was tho simplicity, tho
brilliancy, the power, and the splendor of
their faith. O, that we had more of it! God
live us moro faith to preach aud tuoro fuitli
to hear. "Lord I we believe, help Thou our
unbelief!" "To you which believe He . Is
precious."
First: I remark Christ Is prcclous to the
believer, us a Saviour from alu. A man says:
"To whom sre vou talking! 1 am one of the
most respectable men lu tills neighborhood;
do vou call 1110 a sinner'" Yesl 'Tho heart
!• dccolttul above all things and desperately
wlcktil." You suv: "Ilow do you know any-
thing about my heart)" I know that about
It, for Cod announces It In His word; aud
what Ood says Is always right When 11 man
becomes a Christian, people say:
•els himself above us.'
That man
(>, 1101 Instead of
•ettlug himself up, he throws himself down.
Ho cries out: "I was lost once, but now 1
am found. "I was blind ouce, but now I see.
1 prostrate myself at the foot of the cross of
the Saviour's mercy."
What a grand thing It Is to feol that nil
the bad words I have ever uttered, and all
the bad deeds I have over done, and all the
had thoughts that have gone through my
mind, are as though tliev had never been,
for the sake of what Christ has done. You
know there Is a difference In stains. Some
can be washed out bv wutcr, but'others re-
quire a chemical preparation. The sin of the
heart Is so black ami Indelible a murk that
no human application can cleanse it, while
the blood of .lesiis Christ can wash It out for-
ever. O, the Infinite, the omnipotent chemis-
try of the Gospel! Some man say's: "I be-
lieve all that. I believe (tod has forgiven
tho most of my sins, but there is one sin 1
cannot forget."" What is it! I do not want
to know what It Is, but I take the responsi-
bility of saying that (iod will forgive it us
willingly as any other sin.
"O'er ntnsllkc mountains for their nine,
The hi'Uh of sitvei'cluu grtn-e expand,
The teas of sovereign uruoo urls ."
There was a verv good man, about seven I v-
live jeori of age, that once said: "I believe
GiHl has forgiven me, but there was one sin
which I committed when I was about twenty
years of nge that 1 never forgave myself for,
and 1 can't feel happy when 1 think of It"
He «ald that one sin sometimes came over
kls heart, and blotted out ail his hope of
heaven. Why, ho lacked In faith. The grace
that can forgive a small sin can forgive a
largo sin. Mighty to save. Mighty to save.
Who !• the God like unto our God, tiiut
' pardoneth Iniquity) O, what .lusus Is to the
•oul that believes lu 111m! The soul looks up
Into Christ's face, and says: "To what ex-
tent wilt thou forgive me)". And .lesua
looks buck Into his face, and savs: "To the
uttermost" The soul says: "Will it ever bo
brought up again In Judgment Day!" "Nev-
er,"''Bays Christ "Won't' It bo brought up
again In Judgment Ilavf" "No," says
Christ, "never in the Judgment Day."
What broad is to .the hun£rv, what lyirbor Is
to the bestornied, what light is to the
blind, what liberty is to the captive, that, and
more lliuu that, is Christ to the mail who
trusts 111 til.
Just try to get Christ awav from that
Christian, Put on that man the thumb-
screw. Twist It until the bones crae* Put
tliat footluto the Iron Ifoot or persecution un-
til It h> inashed to a' pulp. Stretch that man
on tho rack of tho .inquisition, and louder
than all tbe uproar of. the persecutors, you
wit) hear bis voice like the voleir of Alexan-
der Le Croix, above the crackling faggots as
he cried out: "O, Jesus! O, tuy blessed
Jesus! O divine J.-aun! who would uot die
for Tbeel"
Again: I remark that Christ la precious to
the bel ever, as a friend. You have comni"r-
clul friends and you have family friend*. To
the commercial friend you iro when you have
business troubles. You can look back to some
iluy—when, If you bad uot had that friend,
you would have been entirely overthrown 111
business. Jlut I want to tell you (his morn-
ing of Jesus the best business friend a man
ever had. He can pull you out of the worst
perplexities. Tberu uro peop o In tills iiiiili-
ence who have got in 1I10 habit of putting
down all their worlillv troubles nt the 1'eei of
Jesus. Why, Christ men's tho business men
oil the street and says: "O, burnous man, 1
know ail thv troubles. ] will lie '.vl'li Hire.
I will see thee through." Lookout liow you
try to corner or trample 011 11 mini who U
bucked up by the Lord God AI miuht v.
Look out how you trample on him. O. there
Is a financier that many of our business men
have not found out. Christ owns all the
bourdu of trade, all the insurance companies,
mid all tbe hanking bouses. They say that
the Vanderbllts own the railroads; but Christ
owns the Vanderbllts and the railroads, and
all the plottlngs of stock gamblers shall lie
put to confusion, and God with Ills little
linger shall wipe out their infumous projects.
How often it has been that we have seen men
gather up riches by fraud, lu a pyramid of
strength and beauty, and the Lord camu anil
blew on It and it was gone; while there are
those here to-day who, If they could apeak
out In this assemblage, or dared to speak out,
would say: "The best friend I had in 1837;
tbe best frond I had In 18" 7; tbe best friend
I had at tbe opening of tbe war; the best
friend I ever hud has been tho Lord Jesus
Christ 1 Would rather give up all other
friends than this one."
Hut wo have also family friends. They
come In when wo have sickness In tho house-
hold. Perhaps they say nothing; but they
ait down and they weep as the light goes out
from the bright eyes, unil the whlto petals of
the lily are scattered In the blast of death.
They wateb through the long night by the
dying couch, and tbon, when the spirit has
gone, soothe you with great comfort. They
say: "Don't cry. Jesus pities you. All Is
well. You will meet tho lost one again."
They, when your son went off, breaking your
heart, did flicy not come aud jlut the story I11
the very best shape, and prophesy tbe return
of the prodigal) Were they not In your house
when tiie birth angel llupped its wings over
your dwelling) Aud they have been thero
nt the baptisms mid at the weddings.
Family friends! But I huve to tell
you that Christ. Is tho best family
friend. O, blessed Is that cradle over which
Jesus benils. mossed Is that nursery where
Jesus wIIIks. iileascil Is that tdck brow from
which Josus wipes the dampness. Blessed Is
that table where Jesus breaks the bread.
Blessed is that grave where Jesus stands with
His sacred feet on Hie upturned sod, saying:
"I am tbe resurrection uud'tho life; he that
belleveth In Me, though lie wero dead, yet
shall lie live." Have you a Imbe In the house)
put iL Into the arms of the great Child-
lovur. Is there a sick one lu the house?
think of Him who said: "Damsel, arise." Are
you n.lrald vou will come to tvant) think of
him who feil the live thoui ind. Is there a
llttie.omi In your house that vou are afraid
will lie blind, or deaf, or lame) thlnlc of HI111
who touched ihe blinded eyo and snatched
back the boy from epileptic convulsion. Ob,
IIo'Ih thebest friend. Look over your family
friends to-day and find another that can be
compared lo Him. When we want our friends,
they uro somstimes nut of town. Christ is
alwava in town. We find that some will stick
to us lu prosperity who will not In adversity.
But Christ comes through darkest, night, and
amid' ghasllest sorrow, and across roughest
sea, to comfort you. There uro men and
women hero who would have been ile'ad
twenty yenrs ago but for , Jesus. They have
gone through trial enough to tfxhaiist ten
lljnen their physical atreugth Their property
went, th'elr health wont, their families were
scattered. Goil only knows what they suf-
fered. Tlinv arc an amazement to themselves
that they have been able to staud it. TUey
look at their once happy home, surrounded
by all comfort. Gone! They think of the
time when thev used to rise strong iu the
'morning, and walk - vigorously down
tho street, and experienced a
health they thought inexhausti-
ble. Gone! Everything gone but Jesus
He has pitied them. Ills eves has watched
them. Ills omnipotence has defended them.
Yes. He has been with them. They have
gone through disaster, anil He was a pillar of
tire by night. They haVe gone across stormy
Galilee, but Christ hail His foot on the neck
of the storm. They felt the waves of trouble
coming up around them gradually, and they
began to climb Into the strong rock of God's
defense, and then they sang, us they looked
over thu waters: "God Is our refuge and
strength, and ever present help in tlino of
trouble; therefore we will not fear though
tbe earth be removed, though the mountains
he carried Into tho midst of thu sea, though
tho waters thereof roar and tie troubled,
though the mountalna shake with the swell-
ing thereof. Belah." Tho other day there
was a sailor who came Into the Bethel, in
Now York, and said: "My lads (ho was
standing among sailors), I don't know what'a
tho matter with me. 1 used to hear a good
deal about religion and about Jesus Christ.
I don't know that I have any religion, or
that I know auythlng much about Christ:
hut when I was In mid-Atlantic I lookoil up
one day through the rigging, and there
soomed to come light through mv soul. I
have felt differont ever since, and I love
those that 1 'once hated, and I feel a joy I
can't toll you. I rcallv don't know what Is
the matter of me." A rough sailor got up
and said: "Mv lad, I know what's the matter
of you., You have found Jesus. It is enough
to make any man happy."
"Ills wortti if nil ttie nations knew,
Hurv tiie whole earth would love llitn ton,"
I remark again: Christ Is prcclous to the
believer, as a tlnal deliverer. You anil I
must after a while get out of this
world. Here and there, one perhaps
mav come 011 to eighty, to nlnoty years
of age, but your common sense tells you that
the next twenty-five years will land the ma-
jority of this audience In oternlty. Tho next
ten years will thin out a great many of these
family circles. This day inay do the work for
soino of us. Now why do I say this) To
scaro vou) No; but Just as I would stand In
yOur office, If I wcro a business man and you
wore a business man, and talk over risks.
You do not consider It cowardly to talk In
your store over tomporal risks. Is It haso In
"a this morning to talk a little whllo over tho
risks of the soul, that are-for eternity) In
every congrogat'oi death has the last year
been doing a great deal of work. Where is
your father) Where Is vour mother) Your
child) Your brother/ Your sister) O, how
cruel does death seem to bo I Will he pluck
every ilower! Will'he poison every fountain!
Will he put black on every door-knob) Will
he snap every hourt-strlng! Can I keep noth-
ing! Are there 110 charmed weapons with
which to go out and contend against him)
Give me some been sword, sharpened in God's
armory, with which I uuiy stab him through.
Give me some buttlc-nxc that 1 may clutch It,
niul hew him from helmet to anu<lal. Thank
Go I, thank God, that lie that rlileth on tho
pule horse hath more than a match In Him
who rlileth on the white horse. St. John
heard t he con test, tho pawing of tho steeds,
the rush, the battle-cry, tbe onset, until tho
pule horse came down on his haunches, and
Ids rider bit the dust,, while Christ, the eon-
oueror, with uplifted voice declared It: "O
death, 1 will be Ihv plcaguc; O grave, I will
be thy destruction.1'
The sepulchre Is a lighted castlo on the
shore of heavenly seas, and sentinel angels
walk ui< ami down ut the door to uuard It.
The dust and the dampness of the grave
are only the spray of tho
white surf of celestial seas, and tbe long
breathing of the dying Clirlatlau, that you
cull his gasping, In only 'the long inhalation
of the air of heaven.1 O, bless God for what
Christ Is to the Christian soul, here and here-
aftei!
1 heard a man say some time ago, that they
never laugh In heaven. 1 do uot know where
he got his authority for that. I think they
do laugh in heaven. When victors come
home, do we not laugh! When fortunes are
wan In A day, do we uot laugh) After wo
have been ten or fifteen years away from our
friends, and we greet them again, do we not
.laugh' Yes, we will laugh In heaven. Not
hollow laughter, uot 'nieuulngless langhter,
but a full, rouud, clear, deep, resonate out-
break of eter.ual gladness. O, the glee of
that moment when we tlrst see Jesus! I think
mc will -take Die first two or three years In
heaven to look at Jesus; aud If In teu thous-
and years, there should lie a moment Milan
the dosology puused, ten thousand sous
would cr.' out". "Sing!" sing!" and when
tho cry waa: 'Wliut shall we slngl" the
11 n«ivi-r would be: "Jeans! Jesus!" O, you
may have ail the crowns In heavjii; I Uo not
care so much about them. You may have all
tile robes In beavc,i; I do not care so much
about 1 hem. You tuay have all the tin ones
In heaven; I do not care so much about
them. But givj ine Jesus—tlmt is enough
heaven for me. O Jesus! I long to see Thee.
Thou "ohlof among toil thousand, the One
altogether lovely."
There may be aoiuo hore who liavi conifi
hardly knowing why they come. Perhaps It
was as in l'aui's time—you huve com-J to hour
what this babbler sayeth; b;it 1 giml^to
meet you fueu to face, uud lo ftr.ko
bunds with you III one earnest talk
u bout your deathless spirit. Do you know,
my Irliuid, tiiut this world Is not i;ooil
enough for you) It clients. 1 fades. It
uios. You are Immortal. I see It lu Ihe
deathless spirit looking out from your eve.
It la u mighty spirit, it Is 1111 Immortal
spirit It heats against the window of the
caiio. I come out to feed It. During the
past wreck tbe world has been trying to feed
It with busks. I come out tills"morning to
feed It with that bread of which if a man cat
ho will never hunger. What has the world
done for you! Has It not bruised you* Has
It not betrayed you! Has it not maltreated
you! Look me In tho eye, humoral man, anil
tell me If that Is not so. And yet, will you
trust It) O, I wish that you could forget
me, the weak and sinful man—that I might
vanish from your sight this morning, and
that Jesus might come in. Aye, He comes
here this morning to plead for your soul—
come In all covered with tho wounds of Cal-
vary, Ho says: "O, Immortal miqj I djjd
for llieo. I pity tlico. I come lo save tliei1.
With these hands, all torn und crushed, I
will lift tlioe up Into pleasures thnt never
die." Who will reject—who will drive Illm
back) When Christ was sluln on the cross,
they had a cross, and they had nalla, and
they bad hammers. You crucify by your
sins, O, impenitent soul! tho Lord Jesus
Christ Hero Is a cross; but where are the
nails) Where ate the hammers? "Ah," says
some one rejecting Christ—some one stand-
ing a long way off: "I will furulsh the
nails. I don't believe In that Jeaua. I will
furnish the nails." Now we have the mills;
who will furnish the hummers) "Ah," says
some hnril heart, "I will furnish the ham-
mers." Now wo have the nails and the hum-
mers. We huve no .ipenrs; who will furnish the
spears) "Ab," says some one lotiglti the liabl-
of din anil rejection of Christ's 'mercy: "I
will furnish them." Now wo have all the In-
struments: the cross, the nails, the hammers,
tho spenrs; mid the crucifixion goos on. O,
the darkness! O, the pang! O, the tears!
O, the death! "Behold the Lamb of ..God,
thnt takest uwav the sin of the world."
Lord Jesus, help tiiut man. Ho sits far
hack to-day. He does not Ilka to com: for-
ward. lie feels strange in a religious assem-
blage. lie thinks perhaps we do not want
him. O, Jesus, take that trembling hand.
Put thine ear to that agitated heart and hear
how it heats. O, lift, tho iron gate of that
prison house and let that man go free. •
Lord Jesus, help tbat woman. She is a
wanderer. No tears can she weep. See,
Lord Jesus, that polluted soul, that blistered
foot. No church for her. No good cheer for
her. No hope for her. Lord Jesus,, go to that
soul. Thou wilt not stone her. Let tho red-
hot chain, that burns to the bono till tho
bloody Ichor hisses in the beat, snqp at Thy
touch". O, have mercy on Mary Magdalene.
Lord Jesus, help that young man. He took
money out of his employer's till. Didst Thou
.Bee It) The clerks were all gone. Tho lights
were down. The shutters were up. Didst
ThOU sea it) O. let liini not full into the pit.
Itememberest Thou not Ills mother's prayers?
She can pray for him no more. Lord Jesus,
touch.hlm on tbe shoulder. Touch, hlin on
the heart. Lord, save that yoiuug man.
There uro many young men "here. I gpt
a letter from 0110 of them wlio is
probably liero to-day, and I shall have
no other opportunity of answering that let-
ter. You any you believe lu me. O, do you
believe In .Jesus) I cannot save you,my dear
brother. Christ can. Ho wants and waits to
aave you, anil He comes to-day to save you.
Will you have Him) 1 do not know what our
young iuen do without Chrlst-«iow they get
along amid all the temntatlons and trials
to which they are subjected. O, young men,
come to Christ to-day, and put ydur soul
and your Interest for this lifo and for the
next Into His keeping. Iu olden times, you
know, a cup bearer would bring wine or
water to the klug, who would drink It, tlrst
tasting It himself, showing that there was no
poison in It. It has never done me anv harm.
O, drink it, and live for ever. And let that
aged man put his head down on tho
staff, and let that poor widowed soul bury
her worried face I11 her bundkerehlef. and
tbeto little children fold their hands In
prayer, while we commend you to Him who
was wounded for our transgressions, and
burled for our iniquities; for to you which be-
lieve He Is proclous.
The First Meerschaum Pipe.
In 1722 their lived in Posth, tho cap-
ital ot Hungary, Karol Kowates, a
shoemaker, whoso ingenuity iu cuttiug
and carving 011 wood, etc., brought
him into contact with Count Andrassy,
with whom ho became a favorite. The
Count, on his return from n visit to
Turkey, brought with him a pinco of
whitish cltiy, which had boon presented
to him us a curiosity 011 account of its
extraordinary light specific gravity. It
struck tho shoemnker, that, being
porous, it must be well adapted for
pipes, as it would absorb the nicotine.
Tho experiment was triod and Karol
cut a pipe for tho Couut and ono for
himself. Hut in pursuit of his tradd he
could not keep his hands cleau, and
many a piece of shoemaker's wax be-
came attached to tho pipe. The clay,
however, instead of assuming a dirty
nppuarance when Karol wipou it. off,
received, whore over tho wax adherco
to it, a clear brown polish, instead of
the dull while it previously had. Trad-
ing this chango iu the tint to the prop-
er source, ho waxed the whole surface,
and polishing ihe pipe again, smokod
it and noticed how admirably and
beautifully it colored, also how much
more sweetly the pipo smoked after
beinj: waxed.
Other noblemen, hearing of tho won-
derful properties of this singular
species of clay, imported it
in considerable quantities for
tho manufacture of pipes. Tho
natural scarcity of this much-esteemed
article and the great cost of impor-
tation, rendered its use exclusively
conlinod to tho richest noblemen until
18150, wheu it became a more general
article of trade. The first meerschaum
pipo mado by Karol Kowates litis boon
preserved in the museum at Posth.—
Tobacco.
Three Shakes.
He had his hat oil' and was walking
along tho streot in a willed coudition
when a pedestrian halted him, extend-
ed his hand for a shako, and asked:
"Have I made a mistake?"
"How?"
"Are you doing this to advertise a
hair rostortivo or because of tho
hoatP"
"Tho heat of course."
"Then shake again. I have always
contended that it took moro norvo for
a bald headed man to uueover on tho
streot than to face a cannon. You nro
a hero, sir—a man of nerve. Shake
jigain."—Detroit Free Press.
Whisky and the police get a good many
tteu Into trouble. — Hus/i nyfon Critic.
N
PLANT A THEE.
He wlio plants a tree,
fiauts a hope.
Jlootlets up through llbres blindly grone;
Leaves unfold into horizons free.
t-'o man's life must climb
From the clods of time
L'nto heavens sublime.
Canst thou prophecy, thou iitlle tree.
What tbe glory of thy boughs shall be )
He who plants a tree,
Plants a Joy,
Plants a comlort that will never cloy;
Every duy a I'resli reality,
Peuutlful and strong
To whose shelter throng
Creatures blithe with song.
It thou eouldsL but kuoiv, thou happy tree,
Of tbe bliss that shall inhabit thee!
He who plants a troe,
He plants pence.
Under its green curtain jargons cease,
Leaf and Kephyr murmur soothingly;
Shadows soft with sleep
Down tired eyelids creep,
Balm of slumber deep.
Never iiust thou dreamed, thou blessed treo,
Of Ihe bcuedictlon thou tbalt be.
He who plants a tree,
il piants loutli;
Vigor won for centuries, in sooth;
I.:fe of time, that bints eternity!
Houghs their strength uprear,
New shoots everv year
On old growths 1 ppjar.
Thou shall teach the ages, sturdy tree,
Youth of soul Is Immortality. ,
He who plants a tree, "
He plants love;
Tents of coolness spreading out above
Woyfarcrs be may not live to see.
(lifts that grow are best; -
Hands that bless are blest;
Plunf; Life does the restl
Heaven and earth help him who plantsatree,
And his work Its own reward shall be.
—/.my Larcont.
The Ghost of. the Enrique,
BY SIDNEY HERBERT.
Eight years ago I shipped on board
/ho Enrique. Capt. James. Our voy-
age was to Hilo, Sand;viuh Islands, and
back to Pudgot sound, whence we
iailod. Tho captain, ollicors and crow
were, when I' joined, Americans and
West Indiumon, but, as another hand
was wanted Jjosidos myself, I persuad-
ed Tom •ftlartyn, an Englishman, with
whom I had become friendly, to fill tho
vacancy. Totu was a lino-looking fel-
low, very jovial, ami had lots of infor-
mation, which ho knew how to use; but,
though ho talked and dressed liko a
sailor, ho.had uot been long on board
ship before it became plain that he had
nyt been brought up a salt. .
Our captain was a Tartar, and no-
mistake; and as he had the eyes of a
hawk, 110 fault commitlod by man or
hoy escaped him. .This was specially
unfortunate for my English shipmate.
Ho had shipped ou ablo seaman's
.wages; but his delicicncios wero so
many aud glaring that our captain,
who seemed lo watch his movements
more carefully than tho rest of the
crew, often inllicted upon him.punish-
ments painful to witness. I had. a
strong attachment for Martyn and
stood his friend whenever I could by
taking some of his duties along witii
my own; but 1 was not always on hand
to help him so ho fell oftener than
others beneath the captain's dis-
pleasure.
One night when I was at the wheel
tho wind roso into a gale. The captain
camo on dock and set all hands to roof
topsails. Tho mou wore manning tho
halyards lo hoist away whou poor Mar-
ty n, instead of lotting go tho roef tackle,
let go tho weather forelopsail brace,
and away wont the yard, fore and aft
By lulling up smartly, however, wo
manas;od to got chucked without
carrying anything away. But Capt.
James, frothing at the mouth, swore
lie would tan the foolish lubber's hide
who had done so clumsy a thing. Say-
ing which he rushod at poor Martyn
with a piece oi ratline, whieh he
brought down upon his bead aud
shoulders, giving them a fearful cut.
Ho was in the act of raising it again,
when a voice from aloft roared out:
"Stay your hand!''
Tho voice was wonderfully loud and
clear, seemingly coming; from tho
maintop. The captain foil back, and,
looking up, cried in a great rage:
"Aloft thoreP"
••Helloa?" was the answer back.
"Come down onodeck," was the
saptain's imperious order.
"Come up here and soo how you will
like it," was tho contemptuous re-
sponse.
"Come down. I say, on deckl"
foamed the captain.
"Corno up and fetch me," returned
tho voice from aloft.
"Who is up thero, Mr. Scott?" cried
the captain, appealing to the first offi-
cer.
"No orie,sir," was lite reply, "so far
as lean see. All soem present on the
deck."
Tho captain's rage was terrible to
witness.
"All seem present,Mr. Scott? What
do you mean by that sir? 1 ask you
again, who is up thero?"
"Mo ono known to nie," returned
tho mate. "All aro present; all are on
deck."
Such was tho case. But the second
mate, without awaiting orders, sprang
up tho rigging and looked ovor tho top-
rim, thou made the circuit of it. look-
ing all around tito masthead, and then
reported himself alone.
"Then the ship must be haunted!"
cried the chief mate.
Tho captain thereupon dropped the
rope's end which lie held in his hand
and went bolow. It was evident that
ho was strangely all'ected by what had
occurred. Aud so my follgw-country-
mnn escaped further punishment that
night.
But in a few days our skipper had
forgotten his fears and looked about
for another object upon which ho could
vent his spleen. I had tho ill fortuno
to fool his wrath. Ho ordered me to
make a knot in tho eud of an old jag-
ged ropo to bo used in making a lash-
ing. In a little while I returned, say-
ing I had made the best job 1 could
out of a ropo which was quite fagged
out.
"Well," said he, "it that's your best
you aro as much of a lubber as your
friend Mnrtyn. But I'll dock you "both
to ordinary seaman's wages."
1 triod to show him that the rope was
too much' worn lo niuuo a uuut pioco o
work of it.
•'Indeed," I said, "it is sadly fug-
god."
"Fagged, is it?" cried lie, scornfully.
• Then I'll finish it over your lubberly
back."
"No you won't!" roared out a voiec
from behind tho longboat.
Tho captain rushed in the direction
of the sound, but failed to discover the
speaker.
"Who was thnt?" ho cried in astom
of wrath. "Let me know who it is.and
I'll thrash him within au inch of hit
lifo!"
"Will you? Ila! ha! ha!" was tin
mocking reply, dropping seeiuiugli
from tho maintop.
It was broad daylight when this tool
place, so wo could see that thero win
110 one up there. 1 was as much startl-
ed and mystified by tho occurrence at
the captain; but neither ho nor I, 1101
any of the crew to whom ho applied,
could throw light thereon. But who-
ever or whatever uttered tho words,
my purpose was served.as was Mar
tyn's on a prev ousoccasion. The iratt
captain wcut below, filled more witt
fear than rage, throwing laihind him,
as ho stepped from tho cabin ladder,
tho rope's end which had so vexed
h'm.
Sailors, in general, are superstitioui
beings. Whatever cannot easily b<
made out or accounted for on natural
principles is laid lo the aooount of the
supernatural. Our captain was no bet-
tor in this respect than his.crow, for lu
was as illiterate as they, except in the
matter of navigation, and as rougl
and untutored. Ho evidently believed
his ship was haunted, und that a spirit
from tho vast doop had a mind to tor-
ment him by its interferences. His
fears wero increased not many dayi
after. On returning to rest at tho end
of Irs evening's watch his slumbori
woro disturbed by a' loiid and fearful
cry, which seemed ti) outer tho cabiu
by the sitlo light, which was loft open
for ventilation. The cry was heard by
tho second olrioor on thu quarter-deck
and by Martyn, who was at iho whool.
Neither of tiiem could throw any lighl
upon tho incident to the captain, whe
had rushed on lo the dock in a state ol
terror, and demanded in vain for the
production of the oii'ondcr.
From that day it was clear to all
hands that Cnpl. J,-,mes was tormented
by apprehension's of*coming disaster.
An idea was iixed in his> mint! that his
ship was visilod by a spirit from the.in-
visible world, which preferred to make
itself heard rather lhau seen. Ami
this idea was strengthened by tho fact
that when ho was on deck and became
angry at the conduct of any of the men,
especially when-his anger was made
manifest in oaths or blows, the unseen
but ever vigilant visitor'from Ihe afar
world, perched apparently on tho top
of the mainmast, utter the Insolent
laugh or solemn warning:' "On these
occasions tho poor mail would rush oil
to his cabin with blanchcd cheek and
tottering limbs, and there abide until
tho grale in his moral sensibililloi
should subside. That it was angry
with no one else but tho captain was
clear, from tho fact that it never look
notice of tho conduct of any other per-
son. Tho mate or the boatswain
might act as tlioy liked or tho men
might give and call each other hard
names; no matter—tho voice was not
hoard—neilhur laugh nor moan fell up-
on our ears.
But most of those who lived in the
forecastle were far from being happy)
many of them slutted the fear of our
skipper, and I saw that they would
rather have braved his wrath "than to
bo tormented as tlioy wero by tho
"voices of the night" or day. Martyn
and myself were exceptions. What his
opinion was I could not say; he met all
my questions by adroit evasions. As
for myself, I had 110 explanations. to
give. Thus matters' wont 011 until we
were within two days' sail of tho is-
lands. All tho while our captain had
been kept from tyranny by Irs fears of
the voice; but now exasperated by somo.
fault in seamanship on the part of
Martyn, and being the worse for liquor,
he hurled a belaying-pin at hiiii which
struck him on tho head. Clapping his
hands lo his head, ho rushed to tho
forecastlo. It was evident that tho
skipper expootod to hear the voice, for
ho looked nervously aloft, but all was
silent in fhat direction. His courage
returned and he desired tho second of-
ficer to call Martyn back lo the deck.
Getting no answer to his call the mate
went below, where I10 found tho poor
follow delirious, lloturning to the deck
he reported him to be in a dangerous
condition. This filled thooaptain with
fear. Ho ordered that every attention
should be paid him, which was done.
That night it became necessary to have
all hands on deck to reof, and. while
we were on the yards an awful cry,
like that of a maniac, arose from the
bow of tho vessel and the next moment
several of us saw a human form on the
rail near the forecastle and then a loud
splash was heard in tho water under
our lee. Tho captain and chief ofllcers
who were on deck rushed to the sido.
A hat was soon for a moment bobbin"
on the crest of a wave, tho maniacal
cry was rcpoated, when Capt. James,
himself uttering a loud cry, fell sense-
less on tho deck. The in a to then
hailed us who woro on tho topsail yard,
"Cotno down from aloft! Clear away
the small boat! '
We thought I10 was as near beside
himself as was the captain; and so he
was for the moment,for when wo gain-
ed tho deck he was ready to counter-
mand tho order. Everything was aw-
ful beyond expression; tho wind and
water raging wild; it was impossible
for a boat to live 011 so rough a sea, so,
making a virtue of necessity, tho search
for tho poor, maddened fellow, was
abandoned amid vows of vengonce
against tho captain and tears for our
poor, lost messmate. Fortv-oiglit hours
after this wo entered Hilo. A vast
change had come ovor tho'crow. The
captain knowing their peculiarities,
had supplied them w tji money ami
copious libations of whisky; so, instead
of reporting hltu to tlio consul, as they
declared they would, tliev wero ready
to shout his pra so all day long. In
this however. I did not agree; but tin
ablo to bring tlio tyrant to justice srn
gle-hauded. I resolved to quit the En
riquo, I did so. After hiding in the
woods several davs I was caught and
brought back to the ship. As my t
ttf£
Ventures as a fugitive are not essentia)
to the unfolding of my story. I paw
them by aud taKo up the thread of uiy
narrative.
We set sail on our return voyac
Capt James was an altered man. 1
abstained from liquor, he controlled
his temper, and this, with the addition
of a line steady breeze, made our livei
on board happy. But alas! we wer«
doomed to a sad endiug of the voyage.
Keeping near the land, and a squall
laying hold of the ship, we were drawn
ou a lee shore. It was just after mid-
night when wo struck, and tho dark-
ness was terrible, and leaping out of
my hammock I ran 011 deck. I oould
soo nothing aave tho wild waters raeingrs
over the deck. 1 criod out to my ship-H
mate but got no answer. It was not
possible to roach the alter part of the
vessel whore the lifeboats wore kept,
so. acting on the impulse of tho mo-
ment, I leaped into tho sea. Catching
hold of a friendly dook I was saved.
Daylight camo after a weary waiting.
The first tiling I saw was tlio ghastly
corpse of poor Capt, James; aud not
far from it that of our Cli neso cooic
Tho rest wero saved. We mado 0111
way to Portland, where we wero paid
off; thence I proceeded to San Fran-
ciapo. ' '
I had often asked inysolf whonoe
Camo Hioso strange voices und fearful
words, which had so alarmed our cap-
tain and put most of the crew in terror,
and had so opportunely saved me from
the captian's vengeance. But it was
beyond my power to aoswer tho in-
quiry; neithor could tho mate or any oi
the survivors throne any light thero-
on. Had we known what vontrilo-
. ism was, wo might have had therein a
solution of the mystery, but I had
nover heard of an adopt in tho art.
neither had any of my shipmates.
Poor Martyn, when with us our mosl
intelligent shipmate, seemed to be ae
much in tho dark as tho rest of us,
although I10 was not the least put out
by tho occurrence.
Strolling along tho streets of S5T.
Francisco ono night, aBofit h year after
tlio wreck, ready for anything iu the
way of amusement that migth turn up,
my eyo caught a largo postor which an-
nounced tho wonderful doings, of Prof.
Smithsson, "tho unrivaled and world
renowned ventriloquist"
This, .thought I, sluill bo ,the source
of my evening's amusement. Turning
my faco in tlie direction of the "Hau
of Science and Emporium of Amuse-
ment" I was soon seated in a snug
corner of the building and was not
long in being carried away by the won-
derful sayings and doings.of the pro-
fessor. At lust ho told us ho would
hold an imaginary donversation with a
person up tho chimney.. Ho did so.
When in tho midst of a dialogue the
fiersoti in tlio Hue gavo a derisive "Ha!
1a! ha!" I was startled. I sprang to
my feet "Lord," said I half aloud,
•'ilint is tho voice and tones and words
which more than once camo from tho
maintop of tho Enrique.".,And while I
was'staring at tho professor with eyea
ready to leap from their sockets "he
came to the front of the stage to pre-
form his part. Then, in spite of his
flowing beard and other decorations, I
saw in Prof. Smithsson the identical
Tom Martyn, who, over twelvo months
before, we bolievod to have leaped in.a
lit of madness into the sea and was
drowned.
"MartynI" I cried out in my excite-
ment. v-
"Sit down!" cried one. "P-ut hiii
out!" said others.
In tho meautiUie-1 had come to my
iolf and resumed mv seat but not bo-
fore I bad received from tho urofessor
a sign of recognition. When the per-
formance was ovor my old shipmate—
(or it was he—beckoned me to him and
taking mo to his private room ho grasp-
ed my hand in all the fervency of aru-
ant frendship.
"How camo you to be saved from a
watery grave ou that dreadful night
when you jumped into that raging
«ea?" I asked impatiently.
"I did not jump overboard," said
Martyn, laughing, "neithor was I any
less sane than I am at this moment
The entire plan was a trick of my own
invention to frighten the captain and
then get away from his clutches. My
madness was a sham and the man over-
board simply a bundlo of old togs, top-
ped by my old hat. The moment I
pitched them over the rail I slipped
down into the forepeak, where I lay
bid until the night after the ship enter- i
3d port, when I stole out and went on
shore. I had taken care to lay up
plenty of junk and I managed to avoir
detection until the Enrique sailed. Thi
sries which you heard from the main-
top, from behind the long boat, in the
gabln, I need not explain."
"No," said I, "all is made clear by
the doings of this night."
"Exactly so," said he.. Then he c<&>
tinuod: "I had performed as a ven-
triloquist in most largo cities and towns
in Europe before you know me; but be-
coming somewhat restless in my habits,
and having squandered all my'earnings.
In a fit of recklessness I took to the
soa, and in the capacity of a sailor
'ound my way to Puget Sound. But I
had not in 1110 tho stuff of which sailors
Are made; so after my adventure on
board the Enrique I went back to my
old profession, in which I have done
.0 well. My wild oats aro all sown, I
hope; and having learned wisdom by
bitter experience, I shall stick to that
lino of lifo for which I liavo capacity—
a better thing than splicing old ropes
or taking iu topsail reefs on a blowing
night."
"I should think so," I said, "but you
nearly killed tho captain with fright
while you caused us many a heartache
at your supposed loss."
"For the latter I am very sorry,"
said Alartyn, "hut I cannot say I pitied
the captain. His cruelty to me waa
dreadful, and he would probably have
ended by killing me. but tor the fortu-
nate gift of ventriloquism. 'All's well
that ends well.' "
"True," I replied, "and I rejolci
.that you aro alive to say so. You kepi_
your secret, for neither Capt. James
nor any of the crew ever suspeotod that
incapable Tom Martyn was the ghost
that haunted tho Enrique.''—New Or-
leans Picayune.
Ap Arkansas man who bst on Fremont's
election to the Presidency paid the lost wagu
the other day. He wanted time to be sure
about the case, and the other man was is
■0 harry. —Dttroit Fm Prut, . . _1
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