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CHA. P. ADA B. MULB. PirtM.
TOLEDO ORIGON
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Men love to be admired as much as
women love to be loved
The man who Invented tras certainly
ought to be the patron saint of the
grafters.
An occasional domestic storm is nec
essary to clarify the matrimonial at
mosphere. It might help some to make the
marriage fee as big as the divorce
lawyer's fee.
A bachelor farmer says that the
quickest way to remove weeds Is to
propose to a widow.
Now that Editor Bok has set his
lance In rest the "tipping evil" may
as well dismount and surrender.
Edison says nn Inventor Is a bulldog
with a poetic temperament This is
quite a tribute to the poetic tempera
ment. A Reading, Pa., blacksmith has ac
cepted a cull to the ministry. Many
pulpits are now filled by hammer ex
perts. On her wedding day a girl always
Imagines flint she has her mother hent
en to a standstill In the selection of a
husband.
A new novel Is entitled "A Woman's
Remedy." It Isn't true. There never
lived a wuiuau who didn't have more
than 3,000 absolutely sure remedies.
Mr. Rockefeller's declination to es
tablish a pension fund for retired cler
gymen Is the product of a recent les
son that they won't keep still any
how. If the churches refuse '"tainted
money" they make it possible thnt the
money may be used in furthering the
work of the common adversary. Think
well, brethren.
The statisticians have estimated the
average number of children In an
American family to be two and three
eighths. No wonder there are so mtiny
fractious children.
Now we have the "flreless cook
stove." When we evolute to the food
less meal and the clothless clothing,
we'll not worry so much about the re
lation of the trusts to the cost of llv
, big-
"Laughsome" appears to have been
the beef trust's code word for "re
bate." The railroads seem to have also
used some code word for the same sub
ject, indicating anything from a
chuckle to boisterous hilarity.
A Chicago husband has secured an
Injunction restraining his wife from
moving. It is only a step now to en
joining the ludy of the house from
housecleauing. When that step is
tuken life mny Indeed become one
grand sweet song.
Ordinary black ink has Just been
discovered to be a sovereign remedy
for scalds. It bids fair to become a
cure-all, as It has long been known
both as a powerful Irritant, a first
class sedative for the removal of
freckles from reputations, while as a
boosting tonic it stands unrivaled.
Much vital American history Is writ
ten In the old overland routes, like the
Natchez Truce, the Oregon Trail and
the Santa Fe Trail. The patriotism
which led Kansas to appropriate mon
ey to mark the Santa Ke Trail Is not
merely local, but national. The Appian
Way In Italy and the Roman roads In
England record the history of a great
past; the early American trails led to
the present powerful life of the West.
When It became known a few weeks
ego that the late Seuator I'latt of Con
necticut wns seriously 111, Senator
Bpooner of Wisconsin, an intimate as
sociate, remarked: "He looked at
everything with the nation's interest
first, with Connecticut's second, and
with his own third." It Is too bad that
this excellent order should eer be re
versed. In the long run a State Is
better served by the man who puts
the larger good first. Probably the in
dividual fares as well, too, If he only
knew It
To have "gras dried linen" Is one of
the latest domestic extravagances. It
has been handed along by word of
mouth from one to another who ap
preciate a good thing, and there has
neither need nor Inclination to cheap
en It by advertising. It was the happy
Idea of a man who fell heir to one of
those New England farms that you
can not rent, sell or give away. Hut
the first view of the situation showed
that his farm would bring him to
speedy bankruptcy If he were to at
tempt to run it agriculturally. It hud
plant? of water and broad, wind-swept
meadows, where the sun beat all day
long. This gave him his idea. From
a city friend he cajoled a lot of what
housekeepers call the "big pieces" of
the family wash. When the -sheets
and tablecloths and sevlettes came
home Is was not so much that they
were clean that Is elemental laundry
work, though rarely attained but
they had the breath of country air and
the smell of grass. From this begin
ning the trade has grown until that
Massachusetts farm is paying better
than It ever did under a system of
rotation of crops.
There Is a wide and deep philosophy
contained In that phraseology of the
street "Forget It" It Is as important
to forget as to remember. One is as
difficult as the other. And ability
along one line Is as hard to acquire as
the other. Both must be cultivated.
It Is impossible to become an opti
mist wthout leaning how to forget
Disagreeable things are bound to hap
pen and one must train oneself to wipe
them off the mind as the boy wipes
the figures from his slate. Having
erased the ugly memories. It Is easier
to write the pleasant things on the
slate of the memory. The man who
considers himself a nemesis, who treas
ures up a wrong, who nurses an In
Jury, who lets Ignoble hatreds foster in
his heart cannot be a happy man. Ills
soul is like a crouched tiger ready to
spring upon the victim of his wrath.
Learn how to forget. If It Is easier for
you to put on record In your memory
personal grievances and to hug an
ugly feeling it is beenuse you have
chosen to do so. If you hoard up In
your mind the unhappy episodes of life
it Is because you have formed the
habit of doing so. To persist In that
habit of mind will make you miserable
and a conlrnied grouch. There Is
nothing nob ... In such a disposition to
remember. Learn to forget. Let go
the uninspiring, the depressing and
weakening grievance. Hold on to the
memories thut cheer and brighten.
There Is not room for both. Wipe out
tlie resentments. Write In the place
of your hutreds the things that are
pure and Just and lovely and of good
report Let no mean tiling rullle the
serenity of your soul. Forget It
When an author Is spoken of as the
"man of one book," there Is no inten
tion of Implying that his other works
may not huve more or less of the ele
ment -of greatness. It Is a compli
ment to any author when his or her
fume rests upon a single production,
though the rest of the same author's
work may have large value. It is one
of the accidents of fame and fortune
thnt benefits author and readers alike.
The "one book" may not even be the
best that the author does, but If it Is
a heart-thrust, and the public accepts
it, Its Intrinsic literary value may take
secondary place. So In acting. The
late Mr. Jefferson's "Rip" became his
other self, and his title to undying
fame, because the public willed' It.
Between the true actor and his audi
tors there Is nn elusive chord which,
when struck, mokes him a character
creator for all time.. Madame Bern
hardt plays characters well, but nine
out of ten who have seen her remem
ber her as Camllle. It Is not certain
thnt it Is her best role, but In It she
touches the heart. She is Camille.
Similarly a singer may become IdenH-
fled with a single song. Those who
heard Pattl twenty years ago, and not
since, recall her "Home, Sweet Home,"
and nothing glse. Jessie Bnrtlett Da
vis' "OH, Promise Me" will live ns
long ns memory of the singer lives. It
wns a simple lyric, but Its simplicity
and its henrt-lnterest made the sIhl'pV
famous. The singer has gone, but
the song lives. It is like n rIiii?1p
rose on the dead singer's brenst more
beautiful and eloquent than n myriad
of costly exotics. Simple and full of
sentiment, the song and the sweet.
sympathetic voice of the singer touch
ed the finer chords In the hearts of
countless auditors. In Sullivan's "The
Lost Chord," the player's baud wan
ders ninny times ovcer the keyboard
until divine harmony Is reached. Jes
sie Bnrtlett Davis' "Oh, Promise Me"
was a lyric without much literary
quality. And yet the singer, who is
deeply mourned, will always be re
membered by It.
Needed the Basket!
A country gentlemun recently took a
great fancy to a cob ridden by a
butcher's boy who brought the meat
to the house from the nearest town.
He thought he knew something nbout
horseflesh, and he made a bid for the
animal. A price was arranged, and
the horse changed owners. The cler
gyman was also the head master of a
grammar school, and he rode his new
mount to his daily duty; but to his dis
appointment the animal had lost all
his fire. Neither whip nor spur would
get It out of a shuffle, while Jibbing
and shying brought about one or two
spills. In great Indignation he called
on the butcher, who, In his turn, asked
the boy what It meant. "He'll be all
right again," said the boy quite seri
ously, "if you'll only carry the busket!"
Patience Is to be applauded always,
but of course, the people who have
dealings with you never have occasion
to use any.
PEACE ON EARTH.
by Rer. Robert r. H or ton.
Text "Nation shall not lift up
word against nation, neither shall
they learn war any more." Isaiah 2:4.
In the second chapter of St Luke we
are told the angels sang at the birth
of Jesus, "Peace on earth, and good
will to men." There are things at
the present moment wulch give us a
glimpse of hope that these exquisite
promises of Scripture may be ap
proaching their fulfillment only a
glimpse of hope, I grieve to say.
The real lessons of Port Arthur and
Mukden are, that eventually it will
be possible to make defensive weapons-
so commanding thut a deadlock will
Inevitably be reached; a deadlock in
which the armies and navies may ex-
baust themselves without reaching any
decisive issue at all. And as that
begins to dawn upon my mind there
is not only the possibility, but the
probability, that the common-sense of
the -world will begin to recognize that
some other method must be found of
settling international differences, some
other method than war: the nations
will learn war no more.
We want our artist, whilst he is
painting war as it will be and must
be In the future before the nation's
eyes, to also paint us our picture of
peace. And how shall he paint that
picture? He must look into the eyes
of Christ, and he must paint on the
broad strong lines of numunlty. He
must be no sentimentalist, he must not
paint Christ as the Virgin and the
child, or as the Man of Sorrows mere
ly. If he paints wliut the Prince of
Peace wants painting he must show
us man really manly uecause he has
learned to love. Our artist must show
us the dignity nnd novelty of nations
and men that have found a better way
than lighting. Our artist must show
us how the nation will employ the
wealth and resource wnleh at present
are wasted In war. He may show us
our army still kept, but used for dif
ferent purposes. Our armies may be
life brigades. And our artist is to
show us a great nation using the mil
lions a year that it now spends upon
Its army and Its navy, using it how?
Using it in rearing noble hospitals for
the suffering, In building in every city
great civic buildings decorated with
the noblest art, where the music
soothes the nerves of the restless pop
ulation, and the quiet converse be
comes possible for the most crowded.
With your millions to spend you con
bring gardens Into the cities that al
ready exist. You need have no ugly
buildings; every man, woman and
child can be properly fed, and can
live in decency and with every pros
pect of a noble manhood and woman
hood. And If you want your army and
your navy, our artist will show us
a great nation despatching a naval
force. What for? 'l-o fight and to
destroy some other people? No, but
to carry to some backward Island, or
some distressed nation, the resources
of our civilization, the gifts und the
blessings of our Increased knowledge.
And our navy sails Into those dis
tressed ports ns the brlnger of a na
tion's good will, ns the giver of the
thoughts and the truths which hove
made our nation great. You can carry
the Gospel with your navy, and you
can touch the nations of the world,
not with guns and rum, but with love
and truth of the God of Justice and the
Gospel of Jesus Christ
SHADY SERVICE.
By Rev. Russell If . Conwell, D. D.
Text. "It was meet that we should
make merry and be glad." Luke
15:32.
Whatsoever It Is our duty to do at
al should be done cheerfully. There
Is no service of God that can be fully
and perfectly performed without the
spirit of gladness in its execution.
Here was tills boy, a younger son who
had taken his portion of his father's
goods, which in that land was but a
small portion, as the elder son In
herited the larger part and the name,
who had token his portion and spent
It in a far country. This boy having
lost all, In rugs, In hunger, the oppo
site of what he was when he went
forth from that home, came back
splrlt-crushed to his father.
He had composed a speech and had
recited It among the hogs, and had
said, "I will go to my father and say,
I have sinned against heaven and be
fore thee and am ho more worthy to
become thy son; make me as one of
thy hired servants," and he had only
gotten half way through It when his
father broke In Impatiently, "To the
wlngg with thy speech; away with
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your recitations; get away from your
formalities, my son." Then the father
turns to the servants and says, "Bring
forth the best robe, put a ring on bis
finger and shoes on his feet; bring
hither the fatted calf and kill It"
But our lesson compels us to get a
view of the scene from . the father's
side.
The father had reached a sanctified
state of spirit which neither of his
boys understood.' The wicked sinner
could not understand what It was to
be upright and pure and faithful to his
God. The other son had been top
pious, In the sense of formal piety, to
understand.
It is true that he would have clothed
his younger brother, he would have fed
him, and done those things which
were actually necessary, but he would
not have enjoyed doing It. He would
not have done It with the Christian
the highest Chris-tlim spirit.
It is said that when a lady Interest
ed In the cause of the orphans went
around to George Peabody, and called
his attention to their dreadful suffer
ing, to their sleeping out on the side
walks in the cold and the fog of Lon
don, that Mr. Peabody said, "I am
glad that you came. I wonder why
no one came to me about this before.
This Is a magnificent opportunity."
I heard Mr. Peabody refer to the es
tablishment of the Peabody Institute
In Danvers, Mass., as being one ot
the most blessed privileges of his life.
It Is not enough to give. Oh, no. Any
ordinary, pious man, trying to live
right will give. But to get Joy from
it, to find in it the service of God de
light. Unit Is the sanctified position
into which this futher was striving tc
bring both of his sons.
THE WAR WITHIN.
By Rev. Alexander stop, D. D.
Text. "I find then a law, that
when I would do good, evil is present
with me." Rom. 7:21.
A great French preacher was once
asked how it was that he who never
mingled with Boelety, that he who
lived the life of a recluse, knew so
much of the life of the world, and so
much of men. His reply was that he
looked Into his own heart and studied
men there. That was a very wise and
very true reply. For In describing his
own experience, and fallings, and
doubts In full the apostle is reflecting
very faithfully and very graphically
your own experience. What a vivid
portrayal of the deep secrets of many
human hearts Is contained in these
words: "When I would do good evil
Is present with me."
We determine that we will live a
humble life, and In a moment of care
less self-confidence pride enters the
life. We determine that we will keep
our temper under control, but at some
unexpected provocation hot anger
surges in our hearts, and the hot and
bitter word springs from our lips.
This, Indeed, is not a battle which we
enn fight and win all at once. Just
when we think the battle won there
often Is one besetting sin more alive
and alert than ever.
Men have often the defects of their
good qualities. You often come
across one of those severe earnest
men whom you cannot help admiring
for his moral hardihood, but whom
you would find Is difficult' to love be
cause of his very severity and harsh
ness. Then you come across a kind
ly, genial man who glosses over any
sin, and Is ever ready to make apolo
gies for any form f evil. Always In
this world you find tares mixed with
the wheat. Evil comes and stings and
wounds the heel. If you read the
story of your -life you will find that'
since your childhood these two con
flicting powers have been matched
against each other, and you find how
true Is St Paul's experience, when
he says, "when I would do good evil
is present with me."
If a man should say, "I have no
beliefs to mourn over," "I know
nothing of tills struggle ever going on
in the human heart" is that a matter
for congratulation? Does it not mean
that sin in some form bus become do
mesticuted In that man's heart? Bet
ter, surely, to have this ceaseless
strife within; better the sharp pain ot
curable disease than the presence of
mortification!
In connection with afl Christian
work the explanation of our perpetual
perplexity Is thnt when we would do
good evil is present with us. But the
purpose of God cannot be baffled, and
His purpose is simply this "God sent
not His Son Into the world to con
demn the world, but that the worlc"
through Him might be saved."
SHORT METER SERMONS,
Love leads to likeness.
Richest joys are often nearest
There can be no truth without lib
erty. The size of a saint does not depend
on his tight.
REAL MEERSCHAUM PIPEa
Teat to DitlnKUlHh the Genuine from
. tbe ISpnrloUH
Once upon a time there was a smok-
er who spent eight of the best years
of bis life coloring a meerschaum pipe,
only to find at the end of that period
he had been nursing a piece of "massa
kopfe" Instead of the geniulne "ecume
de mer." The "niassa-kopfe" Is a coin
position made of the parings .of genu
ine meerschaum and a mineral clay,
saya the New York Press. The paring
are triturated .to a fine powder, boiled
in water and molded into blocks, with
or without the addition of clay; each
block it then cut into a bowl, but as
lr contracts considerably It must be
left tome time to dry. These bowlt
are distinguished from the genuine
meerschaum by their greater specific
gravity, but there Is no absolutely cer
tain test by which the real .meer
schaum can be told from tbe composi
tion. In forming a pipe from "ecume de
mer" the silicate of magnesia Is pre
pared for the operation by soaking In
a composition of wax, oil and fats. The
wax and oil absorbed by the meer
schaum are the cause of the color pro
duced by smoking; the heat of the
burning tobacco causes the wax and
fatty substances to pass through the
stages of a dry distillation and, becom
ing associated with the products of the
distillation of the tobacco, they are
diffused through the substances of tha
bowl, producing those gradations of
tint which are so much prized. In
some cases the bowls are artificially
colored by dipping them, before being
soaked In wax, In a solution of sul
phate of iron, either alone or mixed
with dragon's blood.
Good meerschaum Is soft enough to
be dented by the thumb nail. It yields
readily to the. knife, especially after
having been wetted. There are ven
ous densities; some kinds sink In
water, others float on Its surface.
Those of medium density are preferred
by the plpemaker, for the light varie
ties are porous and even cavernous;,
and the heavier kinds are often made
up artificially. Many Judges assume
that the heavier kinds are spurious,
but there Is no absolute proof that
such Is the case. A negative test may
be mentioned; the composition bowls
never exhibit those little blemishes
which result from the presence of for
eign bodies in the natural meerschaum.
Therefore, If a blemish occur in u
meerschaum bowl which is frequent
ly the case the genuineness of th&
bowl is rendered most probable, out as
blemishes do not show until after the
bowl has been used for some time the
test Is not of much value.
A BALZAC ANECDOTE.
French Author's Great Liking for Fen
imore Cojper't Works.
In a recent volume upon "Aspects of
Balzac," says the Philadelphia Rec
ord, appears this characteristic anec
uote: "On one young English woman,
at any rate, Balzac himself made a
strong If maybe a temporary im
pression, according to bis friend Goz
lau, as recorded in the entertaining
'Bulzac on Pantoufles. Gozlan met the
novelist one afternoon In the boule
vards, hungry for dejeuner. Balzac
took him Into an English confection
er's in the Rue Royale. Having order
ed some macaroni pates he laid down
on the table some volumes he was car
rying. 'Do you know what that book
Is?' he asked Gozlan. 'No, my dear
Balzac!' Hearing Balzac's name, the
English girl behind the counter started
as If fascinated by it Bnlzac did not
notice her. 'It is "Pathfinder" of Feui
more Cooper.' And he poured out an
enthusiastic oppreclatlon of the Ameri
can novelist, forgetting his hunger,
forgetting where he wus and every
thing but bis subject. 'But you are
not eating,' said Gozlan. . 'True,' re
plied Balzac; and in three or four gar
gantuan mouthfuls, eating, laughing
and praising Cooper at the same time,
while he walked up and down the
shop, he gobbled up four macaroni
pates, to the Immense astonishment of
the girl, who wns amazed that a man
who, as she had thought, would feed,
upon flowers, air and perfumes,
should eat so greedily. 'What do I
owe you, mademoiselle?' said Balzac,
at length, satisfied. 'Nothing, Mon
sieur de Bulzac,' answered the girl, in
a tone .which admitted no contradic
tion. Balzac looked at his friend,,
hordly knowing how to reply to this
delicate attention. And then, after a
moment's pause, he presented her with
Cooper's romance, saying: Thave nev
er bo much regretted, mademoiselle,
thnt I am not the author of It'
"We do not know whether Balzac
ever saw the girl again. He was not
of the nature of Sterne. This Incident
reminds one of the buffet scene In the
first act of 'Cyrano de Bergerac,' with
this one immense difference, that
Cyrano refused to accept more than a
grape and macaroon, while Balzac In
tending to pay, however had eatea
hit fill."
Not Inherited.
Madge What beautiful hair Dora's
baby has. Where did she get It?
Polly I don't know, but I know
where Dora got hers. I was with her
when the bought It Detroit Fre
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