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SERMON PREACHED SUNDAY, MAY 8,
BY REV. T. DE WITT TALMAGE.
-A Stirring Kxhortation to Chriatiaua to
Mako Their Religion Lively, Baaed I7p n
Mi Visit of the Queen of Stiebw to Sol
o, the' Great King. ". ". 1 '
Bbooklyn, May 3. The capacity of the
Sp Tabernacle was fully tested this morn-.
Ing by the vast audience which assembled
t hear Dr. Talmage in his handsome and
'Spacious church.. He is now preaching
there morning and evening, and 1'he
Christian Herald services in New York
have been discontinued.. This has caused
much regret to many people in that city.
A memorial was prepnred and signed hy
influential citizens asking Dr. Talmage to
continue the services. He could not see
Ms way to comply at the time, bnt, as he
was evidently impressed by the warmth of
'toe welcome given bun in the metropolis.
and deeply moved by the1 good that was
one, it is not improbable that in the near
future he will again be found duplicating
mis usefulness by ministering to two con
jrregations, as he has been doing during the
past seven months. His subject this morn
ing was "Humdrum Abolished," and his
text II Chronicles ix, : "Of spices great
aoandance; neither was there any such
apice as the (jueen of Sbeba gave" King Sol
A WONDERFUL BUILDING.
What is that building out yonder glit
tering in the sunf Have you not heard?
It is the house of the forest of Iebanon
-tying bolomon has just taken to it his
bride, the princess of Egypt. Vou see the
pillars of the portico, and a great tower,
uurueu witn one tnonsana smeias or gold
hang on the outside of the tower five
anndred of the shields of gold manufact
ured at Solomon's order, five hundred
were captured by David, his father, in bat
tle, see now they blaze In the noonday
Solomon goes up the ivory stairs of his
throne between twelve lions in statuary,
and sits down on the back of the golden
ball, the bead of the bronze beast turned
-toward the people. The family and at
tendants of the king are so many that the
Caterers of the place have to provide every
ay one nunarea sneep ana thirteen oxen,
besides the birds and the venison. I bear
the stamping and pawing of four thousand
une horses in the royal stable. There
were important officials who had charge of
, the work of gathering the straw and the
barley for these horses. King Solomon
was an early riser, tradition says, and used
a take a ride out at daybreak: and when
in bis white apparel, behind the swiftest
. horses of all the realm, and followed by
mounted archers in purple, as the caval-
-eade dashed through the streets of Jarmu.
)em I suppose it was something worth get-
Ting np at live o'clock in the morning to
Solomon was not like some of the kings
the present day crowned imbecilitv.
All the splendor of his palace and retinue
was eclipsed by his intellectual power.
Why, he seemed to know everything. He
- w the first great naturalist the world
' ever saw. Peacocks from India strutted
. "the basaltic walk, and apes chattered 1n
ua mto auu tieer staiKea tne paries, and
there were aquariums with foreign fish
and aviaries with foreign birds, and tradi
tion says these birds were so well tamed
that Solomon mightwalk clear across the
city under the shadow of their wings as
toey covered and Bitted about him.
SOLOMON AND HIS KIDDLES.
ure lubu luis, iie nau a great reputa
tion zor tne conundrums and riddles that
be made and guessed. He and King Hi
ram, his neighbor, used to sit by the hour
ana asK names, each one payingun money
it do couia not answer or guess the riddle.
The Solomonic navy visited all the world.
and the sailors, of course, talked about the
' wealth of their king, and about the riddles
and enigmas that he made and solved, and
" tne news spread until yueen Balkis, away
off south, heard of it, and sent messengers
witn a lew riddles that she would like to
have Solomon solve, and a few puzzles
wnicn sne would like to have him find out,
-She sent among other things to King Sol
omon a uiamond with a hole so small that
a needle could not penetrate it, asking him
to thread that diamond. And Solomon
. took a worm and put it at the opening in
the diamond, and the worm crawled
through, leaving the thread in the diar
The queen also sent a goblet to Solomon,
asking btm to fill it with water that did
not pour from the sky, and that did not
rush out from the earth, and immediately
Solomon put a slave on the back of a swift
horse and galloped him around and around
the park until the horse was nigh exhaust
ed, and from the perspiration of the horse
the goblet was filled. She also sent King
Solomon five hundred boys in girls' dress,
and five hundred girls in boys' dress, won
dering if he would be acute enough to find
out the deception. Immediately Solomon,
when he saw them wash their faces, knew
from the way they applied the water that
it was all a cheat. -
THE VISIT OF THE QUEEN.
Queen Balkis was so pleased with the
acuteness of Solomon that she said, ''I'll
just go and see him for myself." Yonder
it comes the cavalcade horses and drom
edaries, chariots and charioteers, . jingling
harness and clattering hoofs, and blazing
shields, and flying ensigns, and clapping
cymbals. The place is saturated with the
perfume. She brings cinnamon and saf-
fron and calamus and franUwicense and
11 manner of sweet spices. As the reti
nue sweeps through the gate the armed
guard inhale the aroma. "Haiti" cry the
charioteers, as the wheels grind the gravel
in front of the pillared portico of the king..
Queen Balkis alights in an atmosphere be
witched with, perfume. As the drome
daries are driven up to the king's store-
hnn8PB and tlia t. iYI, n ..1
1 - " wmuuao, ui uuujuur are
unloaded, and the sacks of cinnamon, and
the boxes of spices are opened, the purvey
ors of the palace discover whav mv text
announces, "Of spices, great abundance;
neither was there any such spices as the
Queen of Sheba gave to King Solomon."
' Well, my friends, you know that all the
ologians agree in making Solomon a type
of Christ, and making the Queen of Sheba
type of every truth seeker, and 1 shall
take the responsibility of saying that all
the spikenard and cassia and frankincense
which the Queen of Sheba brought to King
Solomon are mightily suggestive of the
sweet spices of our holy religion. Chris
tianity is not a collection of sharp techni
calities and angular facts and chronolog
ical tables and dry statistics. Our religion
is compared to frankincense and to cassia,
but never to nightshade. It is a bundle of
: myrrh. It is a dash of holy light. It is a
sparkle of cool fountains. It is an opening
of opaline gates. It is a collection of spices.
Would God that wa were as wina in taking
' "was wise in taking the spices to the earthly
Solomon I What many of us most need is
to bare the humdrum driven out of oar
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Kuuruu win uib oi numarum unless tnera
be a change.
An editor from San Francisco a few werks
ago wrote me saying he was getting i;p
for his paper a symposium from many
clergymen, discussing among other thinirs
"Why do not people go to church"
and he wanted my opinion, and I gave it
in one sentence, "People do not go tochur?b
because they cannot stand the humdrum '
Th fact is that most people have so"mh
humdrum in their worldly calling that they
do not want to have added the humdrum
of religion. We need in all our sermons
and exhortations and songs ' and prayers
more of what Queen Balkis "brought to
Solomon namely, more spice. '
y LIFE 13 HUMDRUM.
The fact is that the duties and cares of
this life, coming to us from time to. time,
are stupid often and inane and intoler
able. . Here are men who have been barter
ing and negotiating, climbing, poundirig,
hammering for twenty years, forty years,
fifty years. One great long drudgery has
their life been. . Their face anxious, their
feelings benumbed, their days monotonous.
What is necessary to brighten up that
man's life, and to sweeten that acid dispo
sition, and to put sparkle Into the mau's
spirits? The apicery of our holy religion.
why, if between the losses of .life there
dashed a gleam of an eternal gain; if be
tween the betrayals of life there came the
gleam of the undying friendship' of Christ;
II in dull times in business we found min
istering spirits flying to and fro in our
office and store and shop, everyday life,
instead of being a stupid monotone, would
be a glorious inspiration, penduluming be
tween calm satisfaction and high rapture.
How any woman keeps house without
the religion of Christ to help her is a mys
tery to me. To have to spend the greater
part of one's life, as- many women do, in
planning for the meals, in stitching gar
ments that will soon be rent again, and de
ploring breakages and supervising tardy
subordinates and driving off dust that
' soon again will settle, and doing the same
thing day in and day out, and year in and
year out, until their hair silvers, and the
back stoops, and the spectacles crawl to the
eyes, and the grave breaks open under the
thin sole of the shoe oh. it is a long mon
otony 1 But when Christ comes to the
drawing room, and comes to the kitchen,
and comes to the nursery, and comes in
the dwelling, then how cheery becomes all
womanly duties. She is never alone now;
Martha gets through fretting and joins
Mary at the feet of Jesus.
AH day long Deborah is happy because
she can help Lapidoth; Hannah, because
she can make a coat for young Samuel;
Miriam, because she can watch her infant
brother; Rachel, because she can help her
father water the stock; the widow of Sa
repta, because the cruse of oil is being re
plenished. O woman! having in your
pantry a nest of boxes containing all kinds
of condiments, why have you not tried in
your heart and life the spicery of our holy
religion? "Martha! Martha! thou art care
ful and troubled about many things; but
one thing is needful, and Mary hath chosen
that good part which shall not be taken
away from her."
SOME RELIGION IS INSIPID.
I must confess that a great deal of the
religion of this day is utterly insipid.
There is nothing piquant or elevatin&r
about it. Men and women go around
humming psalms in a minor kev. and
culturing melancholy, and their worship
has in it more sighs than rapture. We do
not doubt their piety. Oh, no. But they
are sitting at a feast where the cook has
forgotten to season the food. Evervthinu
Is flat in their experience and in their con
versation. Emancipated from sin and
death and hell, and on their way to amag
nificent heaven, they act as though they
were trudging on toward an everlasting
Botany bay. Religion does not seem to
agree with them. It seems to eaten in the
windpipe and become a tight strangulat ion
instead of an exhilaration.
All the infidel books that have been writ
ten, from Voltaire down to Herbert Spen
cer, have not 'done so much damage to
our Christianity as lugubrious Christians.
Who wants .a religion woven out of the
shadows of the night? Why go growling
on your way to celestial enthronement?
Come out of that cave and sit down in the
warm light of the Sun of Righteousness.
Away with your odes to melancholy and
Hervey's "Meditations Among the Tombs."
Then let our songs abound.
And every tear be dry;
We're marching through Emmanuel's
To fairer .worlds' on high.
I have to say, also, that we need to nut
more spice and enlivenment in our relig
ious teaching, whether it be in the prayer
meeting, 'or in the Sabbath school, or in
the church. We ministers need more fresh
air and sunshine in our lungs and our
heart and our head. Do you wonder that
the world is so far from being converted
when you find so little vivacity in the pulr
pit and in the pew? We want, like the Lord,
to plant in our sermons and exhortations
more lilies of the field. We want fewer
rhetorical elaborations and fewer sesqui
pedalian wools; and when we talk- about
shadows, we do not want to say adumbra
tion; and when we mean queerness, we do
not want to talk about idiosyncracies; or if
a stitch in the back, we do not want to
talk of lumbago, but in the plain vernacu
lar preach that gospel which proposes to
make all men happy, honest, victorious
and free. . . .
In other words, we want more cinnamon
and' less gristle. Let this be so in all the
different departments of work to which the I
Lord calls us. Let us be plain. Let us be
earnest. Let . us be. common sensical.
When we talk to the people in a vernacu
lar, they can understand they will be very
glad to come and receive the truth we pre
sent. Would to God that Queen Balkis
would drive her spice laden, dromedaries
into all our sermons and prayer meeting'
LIFE AND 'SPICK UNCHRISTIAN" WORK.
More than that, we want more life and
spice in our Christian work. The poor do
not want so' much to be groanod over as
Bung to. With the. bread and medicines
and the garments you give them, let there
be an accompaniment of smiles and brisk
encouragement. - Do not stand and talk to
them . about the wretchedness of ' their
abode, and the hunger of their -looks, and
tne hardness of their lot. Ah! they know
it better than you can tell them. Show
them the bright side of the thing, if there
be any bright side. Tell them good times
will come. . Tell them that for the children
of God there is immortal rescue. '- Wake
them up out of their stolidity by an in
spiring lauph, and while you send in help,
uxe tne yueen oi bneba also send in the
There are two ways of meeting the Door.
One is to cocas into their house with a nose
elevated in disgust, as much as to say: "I
don't see how you live here in this neigh
borhood. It actually makes me sick.
There is ttat bundle; take it, you poor,
miserable wretch, and make the most of
it." Another way is to go into the abode
of the poor in a manner which seem? to
ssyt "The blessed Lord sent me. He war
uw ami tne uumaram out or our religl'i.t.
poor himself. It is not more for the good
I am going to try to do you than it is for
t he good you can do me." Coming in that
spirit the gift will be as aromatic as the
spikenard on the feet of Christ, and all the
hovels in that alley will be fragrant with
the spice. -
We heed more spice and enlivenment in
our church music Churches sit discussing
whether they shall have choirs, or precen
tors, or organs, or bass viols, or .cornets. I
say, take that which will bring, out the
most inspiring music If we had half as
much zeal and spirit in our churches as we
have in the songs of our Sabbath schools
it would not be long before the whole earth
would quake with the coming God. Why,
in most churches nine-tenths of the peo
ple do not sing, or they sing so feebly that
the people at their elbows do not know they
are singing. People mouth and mumble
the praises of God; but there is not more
than one ont of a hundred who makes "a
joyful noise" unto the Rock of Our Salva
tion. Sometimes, when the congregation
forgets itself, and is all absorbed in the
goodness of God or the glories of heaven,
I get an intimation of what church music
will be a hundred years from now, when
the coming generation shall wake up to its
, I promise a high spiritual blessing to any
one who will sing in church, and who will
Bing so heartily that the people all around
cannot help but Bing. Wake up! all the
churches from Bangor to San Francisco
and across Christendom. It is' not a matter
of preference, it is a matter of religious'
duty. Oh, for fifty times more volume of
sound. German chorals in German caf'
thedrals surpass us, and yet Germany has
received nothing at the hands of God com
pared with America; and ought the
acclaim in Berlin be louder than that in
Brooklyn? Soft, long drawn out music is
appropriate for the drawing room and ap
propriate for the concert, but St. John
gives an idea of the sonorous and resonant
congregational singing appropriate for
churches when, in listening to the temple
service of heaven, he says: "I heard a great
voice, as the voice of a great multitude, and
as the voice of many waters, and as the
voice of mighty thunderings. Hallelujah,
for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth."
Join with me in a crusade, giving me not
only your hearts but the mighty uplifting
of your voices, and I believe we can,
through Christ's grace, sing fifty thousand
souls into the kingdom of Christ. An ar
gument they can laugh at, a sermon they
may talk down, but a vast audience join
ing in one anthem is irresistible. Would
that Queen Balkis would drive all ber
spice laden dromedaries into our church
music "Neither was there any such spice
as the Queen of Sheba gave King Solo
Now, I want to impress this audience
with the fact that religion is sweetness and
perfume and spikenard and saffron and
cinnamon and cassia and frankincense,
and all sweet spices together. "Oh," you
say, "I have not looked at it as such. I
thonght it was a nuisance; it had for me a
repulsion; I held my breath as though it
were malodor; I have been appalled at its
advance; I have said, If I have any religion
at all, I want to have just as little of it as
is possible to get through with." Oh, what
a mistake you have made, my brother. The
religion of Christ is a present and everlast
ing redolence. It counteracts all trouble.
Just put it on the stand beside the pillow
of sickness. It catches in the curtains and
perfumes the stifling air. - It sweetens the
cup of bitter medicine, and throws a glow
on the gloom of the turned lattice. It is a
balm for the aching side, and a soft ban
dage for the temple stung with pain.
It lifted Samuel Rutherford into a rev
elry of spiritual delight while he was in
physical agonies. It helped Richard Bax
ter until, in the midst of such a complica
tion of diseases as perhaps no other man
ever suffered, he wrote "The Saint's Ever
lasting Rest." And it poured light upon
John Bunyan's dungeon--the light of the
shining gate of the shining city. And it is
good for rheumatism, and for neuralgia,
and for low spirits, and for consumption;
it is the catholicon for all disorders. Yes,'
it will heul all your sorrows. . '
. , ALL, HAVE HAD BORROW.
Why did you look so sad today when
you came in? Alas! for the loneliness and
the heartbreak, and the - load that is never
lifted from your soul. Some of you go
about feeling like Macaulay when be wrote,
"If I had another month of such days 'as
I have been spending, I would be impa
tient to get down into my little narrow
crib in the ground like a weary factory
child." And there have been times in
your life when you wished -you could get
out of this life. You have said, "Oh, how
sweet to my lips would be the dust of the
valley," and wished you could pull over
you in your last-slumber the coverlet of '
green grass and daisies. You have said:
"Oh, how beautifully quiet it must be in
the tomb. I wish I was there." I see all
around about me widowhood and orphan
age and childlessness; sadness, disappoint
ment, perplexity. If I could ask all those
to rise in this audience who have felt no
sorrow and been buffeted by no disap
pointment if I could ask all such to rise,
how many would rise? Not one.
- A widowed mother with her little child
went west, noping to get better wages-
there, and she; was taken sick and died.
The overseer Of the poor got her body and
put it in a box, and put it in a wagon, and
started down the street toward the ceme
tery at full trot. -The littte child the only
child ran "after, it through the streets,
bare headed, crying, "Britfg me back my
mother! bring me back my mother!"' And
it was said that as the people looked on
and saw ber crying after that which lay in
the box in " the wagon all she loved on
earth it- is said the whole village was in
tears. - And that is what a great many of
you are doing chasing the dead. Dear
Lord, is there no appeasement for all this sor
row that I see about me? Yea, the thought
of -resurrection and reunion far beyond
this scene of struggle and tears. "They
snail hunger no more, neither thirst any
kmOre, neither shall the sun light on them,
nor any heat; for the Lamb which is in the
midst of the throne shall lead t'uem to liv
ing fountains of water, and God shall wipe
away all tears from their eyes."
' Across the conches of your sick and
across the graves of your dead I fling this
shower of sweet spices. Queen Balkis,
driving up -to the pillared - portico of the
house of cedar, carried no such pungency
of perfume as exhales today from 'the
Lord's garden. It is peace. It is sweet
ness. It is comfort. It is innnite satisfac
tion, this Gospel I commend to you. Some
one could not understand why an old Ger
man Christian scholar used to be always so
calm and happy and hopeful when he
had so many trials and sicknesses and ail
ments. A man secreted himself in fh
house. He said, "I mean to watch this old
scholar and Christian;" and he saw the old
Christian man go to his room and sit down
on the chair beside the stand and open the
Bible and begin to read. He read on and
on, chapter after chapter, hour after hoar, .
until his face was all aglow with the tid
ings from heaven, and when the clock
truck twelve be arose and skat bis BiblsyJ
and said: "Blessed Lord, we are on the
same old terms yet. Good night. Good
night" ', .-..
., Oh, -you sin' parched and you trouble
pounded, here is comfort, here is satisfac
tion.. Will you come and get it? I cannot
tell you what the Lord offers you hereafter
so well as I can tell you now. "It doth not
yet appear what we shall be." Have you
read of the Taj Mahal in. India, in some
respects the most majestic' building on
earth? ' Twenty thousand men were twenty
years in buildinc it. It cost about sixteen
rxmllions pf dollars: The walls are of mar
ble, inlaid with carnelian from Bagdad,
ana turquois rrom Thibet, and jasper
Irom the Funjanb, and amethyst from
Persia; and all manner of precious stones.
A traveler says that it seems to him like
the shining of an enchanted castle of bur
nished' silver. The walls are two hundred
and forty-five feet high, and from the top
of these springs a dome thirty more feet
high, that dome containing the most won
derful echo the world has ever. known, so
that ever and anon travelers standing be
low with flutes and drums and harps are
testing that echo, and the sounds from be
low strike up, and then come down, as it
were, the voices of angels all around about
the building. There is around it a garden
or tamarind and banyan and palm and all
the floral glories of the ransacked earth. .
But that is only a tomb of a dead em
press, and it is tame compared with the
grandeurs which God has builded for your
living and immortal spirit. Oh, home pf
the blessed! Foundations of gold! Arches
Of victory! Capstones of praise: And a
dome in which there are echoing and re
echoing the hallelujahs of the ages. And
around about that mansion is a garden
the garden of God and all the springing
j fountains are the bottled tearsof thechurch
in the wilderness, and all the crimson of
flowers is the deep hue that was caught up
from the carnage of earthly martyrdoms,
and the fragrance is the prayer of all the
saints, ana the aroma pats into otter for
getf alness the cassia, and the spikenard,
and the frankincense, and the world re
nowned spices which the Queen Balkis, of
Abyssinia, flung a the feet of King Solo
mon. When shall these eyes thy heaven built walls
And pearly gates behold.
Thy bulwarks, with salvation strong.
And streets of shining gold?
Through 'obduracy on our part, and
'hrough the rejection of tha.t Christ who
makes heaven possible, I wonder if any of
us will miss that spectacle? I fear! I fear!
The queen of the south will rise up in judg
ment against this generation and condemn
it, because she came from the uttermost
parts of the earth to hear the wisdom of
Solomon, and behold, a greater than Solo
mon is here! May God grant that through
your own practical experience you may find
that religion's ways are ways of pleasant
ness, and that all her paths are paths of
peace that it is perfume now and perfume
forever. And there was an abundance of
spice; "neither was there any such spice as
the queen of Sbeba gave to King Solomon."
Origin of "Dp Salt River."
The following derivation of the slang
phrase "Rowed up Salt river," to express
the condition of a defeated candidate for
office, is thns explained by Bayard Taylor:
"Formerly there were extensive saltworks
on Salt river, Ohio, a short distance from
its mouth. The laborers employed in them
were a set of athletic, belligerent fellows
who soon became known far .and wide for
their achievements in the pugilistic line.
Hence it became common for the boatmen
on the Ohio, when one of their number be
came refractory, to say to him, 'We'll row
you up Salt river,' when, of course, the
bufly salt men would have the handling
of him. By a natural figure of speech, the
expression was applied to political candi
dates rat'. I believe, in the presidential
campaign of 1840." A better explanation
pf the phrase than that given by Mr. Tay
lor abo ve seems to be that in the early days
the lliouth of Salt river was a favorite
stronghold of the river pirates, who preyed
on the commerce of .the Ohio, and rowed
their plunder up Salt river.
7 A friend suggests a third probable deri
vation of the phrase. He says that he has
heard it applied to defeated candidates' as
far back as 1833, and that it originated in
1812, when Henry Clay, as candidate for
the presidency, had an engagement to
speak at Louisville, Ky. He had employed
a boatman to 'row him up the Ohio. Now
this boatman was a Jackson Democrat; he
pretended to have losv his way, and instead
of reaving -up the Ohio turned into Salt
rivert - This caused Clay much delay, for
he did not reach Louisville until the day
after election. St. Louis Republic
i- ..: . '
. "''' .. ' After a Match.'
; The' average person notices the arrange-
meuc oi a room surprisingly little. Its di
mensions and the relative positions of -the
furniture may seem to be familiar to him,
but in reality they seldom are. The way
to become convinced of this is to hunt for
something, a match for instance, in . the
Yoh have the mantel, and make a grab
where you imagine the match safe stands.
Down goes a piece of bric-a-brac to the
More care is used. . You find the end of
the mantel, and run your hand along the
marble slab. Off goes a verse or two. You
strike the clock; you've got it. No, it's on
the other side. ' Not there! Ah, then it's
on the table.
After running against the stove and
tripping over the chair, you find the sofa.
Keep cool and take your bearings. The
table is north of the sofa, and the sofa runs
east and west; north, therefore, is in front
of you Now you have it. That article
that dropped to the floor sounded like the
match safe But it's the ink well. onA
your fingers are dyed with a color warrant
ed not to fade. .. ,-
A .bright idea the stove! You burn
"your lingers -and warp your- patience," but
you secure a ugut. And the match safe?
It is on the mantelpiece in front of the
clock the only place you didn't search.
A Spring IdjrL.
There has been a stirring among the cold
roots of the Symplocarpus for some tim
now in the marshes, and its red spotted
spathe is all ready thrust np, fresh and
glistering, amid the oozy sponge and gray
debris of the marsh side.' where as vet
green is barely the dominant color, .while
ostensibly,' as if to celebrate these aniet
parturitions (or apparitious) around him,
but in good sooth for private matrimonial
reasons of his own, the innocent little hyla
frog inflates his throat and Alls the dim
vault of Night and the blue urn of rw
with the shrill, clear music of his two noted
flute; said Day and Night seeming in so
wise displeased by this incessant lovenom?.
althongh monouraoiu in its nature as that
Chinese fiddle in Harrison avenue. Bos
ton Transcript. :
'-''.'' - Drew a Crowd. '
Jorwm : I bear you had dog show in
yor town last week. How did it go off?
Adams Splendidly. It was a bowling
necesB. Rat s Field's Washington. - '
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to win its way to public favor by ener
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we ask that you give it a fair trial, and
ajl ettuisiitja wim its
four pages of six columns each, will be
issued every evening, except Sunday,
and will be delivered in the city, or sent
by mail for the moderate sum of fifto
cents a month. -
will be to advertise the resources of the
city, and adjacent country, to assist in
developing our industries, in extending
and opening up new channels for our
trade, in securing an open river, and in
helping THE DALLES to take her prop
er position as the
Leading City of
The paper, both daily and weeklv. will
be independent in
criticism of political
handling of local affairs, it will be
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rash assertions of outside parties.
sent to any address for $1.50 per year.
It will contain from four to six eight
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The Gate City of the Inland Empire is situated at
the head of navigation on the Middle Columbia, and
is a thriving, prosperous city.
ITS TERRITORY. ,
It is the supply city for an extensive and rich agri
cultural an "t grazing country, its trade reaching as
far south as Summer Lake, a distance of over twe
hundred miles. . . . :
THE LARGEST WOOL MARKET.
The rich grazing country along the eastern slope
of the the Cascades furnishes pasture for thousands
of sheep, the "wool from which finds market here.
The Dalles is the largest original -wool shipping
point in America, about 5,000,000 pounds being
shipped last year.
The salmon fisheries are the finest on the Columbia,:
yielding this year a revenue of $1,500,000 "which can
and -will be more than doubled in the near future.
The products of the beautiful Klickital valley find
market here, and the country south and east has this
year filled the -warehouses, and all available storage
places to overflowing with their products.
It is the richest city of its size on the coast, and its.
money is scattered over and is being used to develop,
more farming country than is tributary to any other
city in Eastern Oregon.
Its situation is unsurpassed! Its climatA VtAHtrht-
ful! Its possibilities incalculable! Its resources un
limited) And on these corner stones sh stands
matters, as in its
that your criticism