A 'POOR INVESTMENT.
YOU HAVE BARGAINED .YOUR SOUL
AWAY FOR NAUGHT.
Dr. Talmage Show Bow the Foolish Salt,
I Made and Bon It May lit Reme
died Christ's Rlood Will Hay You
. Back. - j
Topeka, Kan.. Auk- V. Dr. Talmae
reached this city yesterday in the course of
bis western trip. He was warmly wel
corned by the citizens, wbo came in large
numbers to bear the famous Brooklyn di -vine.
Tbe subject of the sermon for this
week is, "A Poor Investment," and the
text, Isaiah lii, 3, "Ye have sold yourselves
for nauKbt: and ye shall be redeemed with
out money."
Tbe. lisird's people had none headlong
into sin, and as a punishment they had
been carried captive to Babylon. They
found that iniquity did not pay. Cyrus
seized Babylon, and felt so sorry for these
poor captives that, without a dollar of com
pensation, lie let them ro home. So. that,
literally, my test was fulfilled. "Ye have
wold yourselves for naught; and ye shall be
redeemed without money.'!
SOLD FOR VAUORT.
There is enough Gospel in this text for
fifty sermons. There are persons here who
have, like the people of tbe text, sold out.
You do not seem to belong either to your
, selves or to God. The title deeds have been
passed over to "tbe world, the flesh, and the
devil' but the purchaser never paid up.
"Ye have sold yourselves for naught."
When a man passes himself over to the
world he expects to get some adeq uate com
pensation. He has beard tbe great things
that the world does for a man, and be be
lieves it. He wants two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars. That will be horses and
houses, and a summer resort and jolly
companionship. To get it he parts with
his'physical health by overwork. He-parts
with his conscience. He parts with much
domestic enjoyment. He parts with oppor
tunities for literary culture. He parts with
his soul. And so he makes over his entire
nature to the world.
He does It in four installments. He pays
down the first installment, and one-fourth
of his nature is gone: He pays down the
second installment, and one-half of his
nature is gone. He pays down the third
installment, and three-quarters of bis na
ture are gone, and after many years have
one by he pays down the fourth install
ment, and lo! his entire nature is gone. Then
he comes up to the world and says: "Good
morning. 1 have delivered to you the
goods. I have passed over to you my body,
my mind and my soul, and I have come
now to collect tbe two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars." "Two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars?" says the world.
"What do you mean?" "Well," you say,
"I come to collect tbe money you owe me,
and I expect you to fulfill your part of tbe
contract." "But," says the world, "1 have
failed. I am bankrupt. I cannot possibly
pay that dept. I have not for a long time
expected to pay it." "Well," you then
say, "give me back the goods." "Oh, no,"
says tbe world, "they are all gone. 1 can
not give them back to you." And there
you stand on the confines of eternity, your
spiritual character gone, staggering under
tbe consideration that "you have sold your
self for naught."
THE WORLD 13 A LIAR.
I tell you tbe world is a liar. It does not
keep its promises. It is a cheat, and it
fleeces everything it can put its hands on.
It is a bogus world. It is a six-thousand-year-old
swindle. Even if it pays the two
hundred and fifty thousand dollars for
which you contracted, it pays them in
bonds that will not be worth anything in
a little while. Just as a man may pay
down ten thousand dollars in hard cash
and get for it worthless scrip so tbe world
. passes over to you the two hundred and
fifty thousand dollars in that shape which
will not be worth a farthing to-you a
thousandth part of a second after you are
dead. "Oh," you say, "it will help to bury
me, anyhow." Oh, my brotberl you need
not worry atiout that. The world will
bury you soon euoiigb from sanitary con
siderations. Post mortem emoluments are of no use
to you. Tbe treasures of this world will
not pass current in the future world, and
if all the wealth of the Bank of England
were put in tbe pocket of your shroud and
you iu the midst of the Jordan of death
were asked to pay three cents for your fer
riage, you could not do it. There comes a
moment in yojf existence beyond which
all earthly values foil, and many a man
has wakened up in such a time to find that
he has sold out for eternity and has noth
ing to shotv for it. 1 should as soon think
of going to Chatham street to buy silk
pocket handkerchiefs with no cotton in
them, as to go to this world expecting to
find any permanent happiness. It has de
ceived and deluded every -man who has
ever put his trust iu it.
NOT TRUE HAPPINESS. -History
tells us of ode who resolved that
he v.ouid have all bis senses gratified at
one and the same time, and he expended
thousands of dollars on each sense. He
entered a room, und there were the first
musicians of tbe land pleasing his ear, and
there were fine pictures fascinating his
eye, and there were costly aromatics regal
ing bis nostrils, and there were the richest
meats and wines anil fruits and confec
tions pleasing the appetite, aud there was
a soft couch of sinful indulgence on which
he reclined, and the man declared after-
' ward t hat he would give ten times what he
had given if he could have one week of
such enjoyment, even though he lost his
soul by it! Ah! that was-the rub! He did
lose his soul by itl Cyrus tbe conqueror
thought for a little while that he was mak
ing a fine thing out of this world, and yet
before he came to his grave he wrote out
this pitiful epitaph for his monument: "1
am Cyrus. I occupied the Persian empire.
1 was king over Asia. Begrudge me not
this monument.'' But the world in after
years plowed up his sepulcher.
Tbe world clapped its bauds avd stamped
its feet iu honor of Charles Lamb; but
what does he say? "I walk up und dowu,
thinking 1 nm happy, but feeling 1 am
not." Call the roll, and be quick about it.
Samuel Johnson, the learned! Happy?
"No. I am afraid I shall some day get
crazy.4' William Hazlitl. the great essay
ist: Hanpyr "No". 1 have been for two
hours ami ii half Koiug up and down Pater
noster row with a volcd.no in my breast.'
Smollet, the witty author! Happy? "No.
1 am sick oi praise and blame, and I wish
to God tluit 1 bad such circumstances
around me that 1 could throw my pen into
oblivion." Biicbauau, the world renowned
writer, exiled from his own country, ap
pealing to Henry VIII for protection!
Happy? "No. Over mountains, covered
' with snow, and through valleys flooded
with rain. 1 come fugitive." lioliere,
the popular dramatic author! Happy!
"So., That retch of su actor just-now
M-ecUed four of my lines without the proper
iic-.vi:t and gesture. To hnva the children
or my brain so hung, drawn, and quartered
tortures me like a condemned spirit.",
A WORLDLING'S DEATH.
I went to see a worldling die. As I went
into tbe ball I saw its floor was tessellated,
and its wall was a picture gallery. I found ,
his death chamber adorned with tapestry
until it seemed as if the clouds of tbe set
ting sun had settled in the room. The
man had given forty years to the world
his wit, bis time, bis genius, his talent, his
soul. Did tbe world come in to stand by
bis deathbed, and clearing off the vials of -bitter
medicine, put down any compensa-
tion? Oh, no! Tbe world does not like
sick and dying people, und leaves them in '
the lurch. It ruined this man and then
left him. He had a magnificent funeral.
All 'the ministers wore scarfs, and there
were forty-three carriages it a row; but
the departed man appreciated not the ob
sequies. : ... V
I want to persuade my audience that
this world is a poor investment; that it
does not pay ninety per cent, of satisfac
tion, nor eighty per cent., nor twenty per
cent., nor two per cent., nor one; that it
gives no solace when a dead babe lies on
yo,ur lap; that it gives no peace when con
science rings its alarm; that it gives no ex
planation in the day of dire trouble; and
at the time of your decease it takes hold of
tbe pillow case and shakes out the feathers,
and then jolts down in the place thereof
sighs and groatts and execrations, and then
makes you put your head on it.
Oh, ye wbo have tried this world, is it a
satisfactory portion? Would you advise
your friends to make the investment? No.
"Ye have sold yourselves for naught."
Your conscience went. Your hope went.
Your Bible went. Your heaven went.
Your God went. When a sheriff under a
writ from the courts sells a man out the
officer generally leaves a few chairs and a
bed, and a few cups and knives; but in
this awful vendue in which you have been
engaged the auctioneer's mallet has come
down upon body, mind and soul going!
gone! "Ye have sold yourselves for
naught."
ONCE LOST IT IS GONE FOREVER.
How could you do so? Did you think
that your soul was a mere trinket which'
for a few pennies you could buy in a toy
shop? Did you think that your soul, if
once lost, might be fouud again if you
went out with torches and lanterns? Did
you think that your soul was short lived,
and that, panting, you would soon lie
down for extinction? Or had you no idea
what your soul was worth? Did you
ever put your forefingers on its eternal
pulses? Have you not felt the quiver of its
peerless wing? Have you not known that
after leaving the body, the first step of
your soul reaches to the stars, and the next
step to the farthest outposts of God's uni
verse, and that it will not die until the day
when tbe everlasting Jehovah expires?
Oh, my brother, what possessed you that
you should part with your soul so cheap?
"Ye have sold yourselves for naught."
But I have some good news to tell you. I
want to engage in a litigation for the recov
ery of that soul of yours. I want to show
that you have been cheated out of it. I
want to prove, as I will, that you were
crazy on that subject, and that the world,
under such circumstances, had no right to
take the title deed from you; and if you
will join me I shall get a decree from the
High Chancery Court of Heaven reinstat
ing you iu tbe possession of your souL
"Oh," you say, "I am afraid of lawsuits;
they are so expensive, and I cannot pay
tbe cost." Then have you forgotten the
lost half of my text? . "Ye have sold your
selves for naught: and ye shall be redeemed
without money."
Money is good for a great many things,
but it cannot do anything in this matter
of the soul. You cannot buy your way
through. Dollars and pounds sterling
mean nothing at the gate of mercy. If
you could buy your, salvation, heaven
would be a great speculation, an exten
sion of Wall street. Bad men would go
up and buy out tbe place, and leave us to
shift for ourselves. But as money is not a
lawful tender, what is? I will answer,
Blood! Whose? Are we to go through
tbe slaughter? Oh, no; it wants richer
blood than ours. It wants a king's blood.
It must be poured from royal arteries. It
must be a sinless torrent. . But where is
the king?
I see a great many thrones and a great
many occupants, yet none seem to be com
ing down to the rescue. But after awhile
the clock of uight in Bethlehem strikes
US, and the silver pendulum of a star
swings across the sky, and 1 see the King
of Heaven rising up, and he descends and
steps down - from star to star, and from
cloud to cloud, lower and lower, until he
touches tbe sheep covered hills, and then
on to another hill, this last skull shaped,
aud there, at the sharp stroke of persecu
tion, a rill incarnadine trickles down, and
we who could not be redeemed by money
are redeemed by precious and imperial
blood.
NO RELIGION OF BRAINS.
We have in this day professed Christians
who are so rarefied and ethereal ized that
they do not want a religion of blood. What
do you' want? You seem to want a reli
gion of brains. The Bible says, -'In the
blood is the life." No atonement without
blood. Ought not the -apostle to know?
What did he say? "Ye are redeemed not
with corruptible things, such as silver and
gold, but by the precious blooaV of Christ."
You put your lancet into the arm of our
holy religion and withdraw tbe blood, and
you leave it a mere corpse, fit only for the
grave. Why did God command the priests
of old to strike the knife into the kid, and
the goat, and the pigeon, and the bullock,
and tbe lamb? It was so that when the
biood rushed out from these animals on
tbe floor of the ancient tabernacle the peo
ple should be compelled to think of the
coming carnage of the Son of God. No
biood, no atonement.
1 think that God intended to impresss us
with a vividness of that coloiv. The green
of the gross, tbe blue of tbe sky, would not
have startled .and aroused us like this deep
"crimson. It is as if God had said: "Now,
iuner, wake up aud see what the Saviour
endured for you. This is not water. This
is not wine. This is blood. It is the blood
of my Son. It is tbe blood of tl- a immacu
late. It is the blood of God.'" Without
the shedding of blood is no remission.
There has been many a man wbo, in courts
of law. has pleaded , "not guilty," who
nevertheless has been cuudemned because
there won blood found on his hands or
blood found in bis room, aud what shall
we do in the last day if it be found that we
have recrucified the Lord of Glory and
have never repented of it? You must be
lieve in the blood or die. No escape. . Un
less you let the sacrifice of Jesus go in your
stead you yourself must suffer. It is either
Christ's blood or your blood.
: "Oh." says some one, "tbe thought of
blood sickens me." Good. God intended
it to sicken you with your sin. Do not act
as though you bad nothing to do with that
Calvariau massacre.' You had. Ybur sins
wer the implements of torture. Those
implements were not made of steel and
iron and wood so much as out of your
sins. Guilty of this homicide, and this
- regicide, and . this, tieicide, confess your
guilt today. Ten thousand voices of heaven
bring iu the verdict against you of guilty,
guilty! Prepare to die or lielieve in that
blood,. Stretch yourself ont for the sacri
fice or accept the Saviour's sacrifice.: ' Do
not fling away your one chance.
HEAVEN WANTS TOC. ' '-'
It seems to me as if all heaven were try
ing to bid in. your soul. - The first bid it
makes is the tears of Christ at the tomb of
Lajarus, but that is not a high enough
price. The next bid heaven makes is the
sweat of Gethsemane, but it is too cheap a
price. The next bid heaven makes seems
to be the whipped back of Pilate's ball, but
it is not a high enough price. Can it be pos
sible that heaven cannot buy you in?
Heaven tries once more. It says: "I bid
this time for that man's soul the tortures
of Christ's martyrdom, the blood on his
temple, the blood on his check, the blood
on his chin, tbe blood on bis hand, the
blood on bis side, tbe blood on his knee, the
blood on his foot the blood in drops, tbe
blood in rills, the blood in pools coagulated
beneath the cross; the blood that wet the
tips of the soldiers' spears, the blood that
plashed warm in the faces of his enemies."
Glory - to God, that bid wins itl : The
highest price that was ever paid for any
thing was paid for your soul. Nothing
could buy it but blood! The estranged
property is bought bock. Take it. "You
have sold yourselves for naught; and ye
shall be redeemed without . money." - O
atoning blood, cleansing blood, life giving
blood, sanctifying blood, glorifying blood
of Jes'isl Why not burst into tears at tbe
thought that for thee he shed it for thee
the bard hearted, for thee the lost?.
"No," says some one; "I will have noth
ing to do with it except that, like the ene
mies of Christ, I put both my hands into
that carnage and scoop up both palms full,
and throw it on my head and cry, 'His
blood be on us and on our children !' " Can
you dosuch ashocking thing as that? Just
rub your handkerchief across your brow
and look at it. It is the blood of the Son
of God whom you have despised and driven
back all these years. Oh, do not do that
any longerl Come out boldly and frankly
and honestly, and tell Christ you are sorry.
You cannot afford to so roughly treat him
upon whom everything depends.
- . BEWARE! BEWARE! '
1 do not know bow yon will get away
from this subject. You see that you are
sold out, and that Christ wants to buy you
back. There are three persons who come
after you today God the Father, God the
Son and God the Holy Ghost. They unite
their three omnipotences in one movement
for your salvation. You will not take up
arms against tbe triune God, will you? Is
there enough muscle rn your arm for such
a combat? By the highest throne in heaven,
and by the deepest chasm in hell, I beg you
look out. Unless yon allow Christ to' carry
awa'V your sins, they will carry you' away.
Unless you allow Christ to lift, you up,
they will drag you down. There is only
one hope-for you, and that is the blood.
Christ, the sin offering, bearing your trans
gressions. Christ, the surety, paying yonr
debts. Christ, the divine Cyrus, loosening
your Babylonish captivity. - -
'Would you not like to be free? . Here is
the price of your .lilieration not money,
but blood.. I tremble from head to foot,
not because I fear your presence, but be-,
cause I fear that you will miss your chance
for immortal rescue. This'; is the alterna
tive divinely put, "He that believeth on
tbe Son shall have everlasting life; and he
that believeth not on the Son shall not see
life, but tbe wrath of God abideth on him."
In tbe lost day, if you now reject Christ,
every drop of that sacrificial blood, instead
of pleading for yourrelease as it would
have pleaded if you had repented, . will
plead against you.
O Lord God of the judgment dayl avert
that calamity! Let us see tbe quick flash
of the sciixteter that slays the sin but saves
the sinner. Strike, omnipotent God, for
the soul's deliverance! Beat, O eternal
sea! with all thy waves against the barren
beach of that rocky soul anfl make it
tremble. Oh, tbe oppressiveness of the
hour, the minute, the second on which the
soul 's destiny quivers, and this is that
hour, that minute, that second! ..
ALL MAT BE SAVED. -
Some years ago there came down a fierce
storm on the seacoast, and a vessel got in
the breakers and was going to pieces.
They threw up some signal of distress and
the people on shore saw them. They put
out in a lifeboat. Tbey came on, and they
saw the poor sailors, almost exhausted,
clinging 'to a raft; and so afraid were the
boatmen' that the men would give up be
fore they got to them they gave them three
rounds of cheers, and cried: Hold on.
there! hold on! We'll save youl" After
awhile tbe boat came up. One man was
saved by having the boatbook. put in the
coliar of his coat , and some in one way and
some iu another; but tbey all got into the
bout. Now," says the captain, for the
shore. Pull away now, pulll"
The people on the land were afraid the
lifeboat had gone down. They said: "How
long the boat stays. Why, it must have
been swamped and they have all perished
together.' And there were men and wom
en on the pier heads and on the beach
wringing their hands; - and while they
waited and watched they saw something
looming up through the mist, and it turned
out to lie the lifeboat. As soon us it came
within speaking distance the people on the
shore cried out: "Did you save any of them?
Did you save any of them?" And as the
boat sweptMhrougli the boiling surf and
came to tbe pier head - the captain waved
bis hand over the exhausted sailors that
lay flat on tbe bottom of tbe boat and cried:
"All saved! Thank God! All eavedl"
So may it lie today. The waves of your
I sin run high, the storm is on you, but I
I cheer you with this Gospel hope. God
grant that within tbe next ten minutes we
; may row with you into the harbor of God's
I mercy. Ami when these Christian men
I gather around to seethe result of this serv
ice, aud tbe glorified gathering on the pier
beads of heaven to watch and to listen,
may we be able to report all saved! Young
and old, good aud bad! All saved! Saved
for time. Saved for eternity. ' "And so it
came to pass that they all escaped safe to
land."
Clever Aanty.
Little Jack had returned from a week's
visit to his Aunt Jess' farm up the Hud
son. He saw a great many things there
very different from any he ever did at
home, among others aunty churn butter.
He was greatly interested by the dasher's
jumping up and down in tbe churn, and
the first evening of his return to the city
, stopped, fur the first big bite'into his
J bread and butter,-to remarks ' ' .
: "You jw.st ought to see how aunty makes
butter with a barrel and a broomstickl '
New York Recorder. . : .
Of Value to Lecturers and Students. '
A luminous crayon' has been invented for
j the purpose of enabling lecturer to draw
: ou the blackboard when the ropni is dark
ened for the use of the lantern.. The in
vention is likely to prove of valne not only
to the lecturer who ue the lantern, but
also (in another form) to tho.-e .student
tv'iio wish to take notes. New York Tcle
j Krsm. . , ': - :
- How to Cook Potatoes.'
I have been dining at one of the best
clubs, in London,. -But the potatoes are
uniformly bad, waxy and indigestible. I
do not write merely of a club grievance.
I am - an old housekeeper-Aniarried over
twenty years. ' I, am passionately fond of
potatoes, and I carely ever get them to my
liking.; I had to go to the other day,
and my host is a large potato grower. At
dinner the potatoes were perfect ravish
ing! A few questions and answers elicited
tbe remarkable fact that my own table
was usually supplied by my host's pota
toes. But mine were always like those of
the club dull, sodden, waxy and abomina
ble.: His were light, dry, mealy and per
fectly delightful. . . , . . . . .
Being, a bit of a cook myself I arranged
with my host to spend the next forenoon
in his kitchen. The potato is composed air
most entirely of pure starch. , To . make
this starch agreeable to- the eye and the
palate its corpuscular elements' must be
split up by heat in the presence of excess
of moisture, and at a temperature just a
little higher than boiling water at the sea
level (213 degs.). Now, I -happen to live at
such a height above sea level, that water
probably boils at 210 degs. Hence I never
get good potatoes. .My host's house was
just as mine, and his cook said that the
water in his well did not suit potatoes
she knew nothing about .the sea level a' 1
temperature so that she was obliged to
"soften it with salt." . : . , .,
She put a big handful of salt in the pot
of potatoes, and I think raised tbe boiling
point to about 216 degs. - Then, after boil
ing them till the skins burst, she poured
off the water, cocked the lid half, off the
pot, put the, latter ou the hob, and thus
for .about fifteen minutes she thoroughly
dried them. The result was amazing and
delightful. I went home, and I made a
series of careful experiments. You cannot
steam a potato into perfection unless you
inclose the steam so as to raise its temper
ature to about 216 degs.
: Potatoes must always be boiled in their
skins and in a pretty strong saline solu
tion in order to get them in perfection, de
lightful to the palate and easy of digestion.
After such treatment they may be made
into soup; tbey may be baked or roasted
(for a few minutes only) in their skins;
they may be mashed, cboked a la maitre,
saute, or .fifty things may be done with
them, but. first of all they(must be boiled
in their skins, with plenty of salt, and
then well dried. Pall Mall Gazette.
Social Aspirations.
. Jinks That fellow Winkers is trying to
get into the Four Hundred, isn't he?
Binks I don't know. Why do you think
so?
Jinks He has given up business and has
begun living on his wife's money. New
York Weekly.
Preparing for Contingencies.
Blanche (after replying "Yes" to Hunk
er's proposal) Do you want to speak to
papa tonight?
Hunker N.-no. Wait till tomorrow. I'll
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- The consumption
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creases every year In
England, Russia, and
the principal Euro-
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alone that, but thou.
sands 'of Europeans
sfSit-y I who leave Europe
3l ardent lovers of tea,:
upon, arriving In tne .
sUy discontinue Its nse, and finally cease It
altogether. I
This state of things fs due to the fact that
the Americans think so much of business
and so little of their palates that they permit -China
and Japan f) ship them their cheapest -and
most worthless teas. Between the -wealthy
classes of China and Japan and the
exacting' and cnltiva'ed tea-drinkers of
Europe, the finer teas find a ready market.
The balance of the crop comes to America..
Is there any wonder, then, that our taste for.
tea does not appreciate?
In view of these facts, Is there not an lm-.
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been drinking, fully one third less being re-
' quired for an Infusion. - Thia you will dls
. cover the first time, yon make it. Likewise,
the Savor is delightful, being the natural fla-'
vorof an unad iltera ed article.. It is a revela
tion to tea-drinkers. Sold only In packages
bearing this mark:
BEEC
"Pure AsWdhood:
Price 60c per pound. For sale at
THE DALLES, OREGON.
Joys
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CH3
flOAfli fOHEPMGH shows
. -$3,000,000 '
Oldest, Largest, Richest
Exhibition in the World
Inxroste dJ
. $.5,500.
DAILY EXPENSES.
GHilND TRIPLE GIHGUS, DOUBLE JuENflCEHlE, HEAL KOtfflfl HlPPODIfO
' . WCItUDlflG njILD WEST, fJOST IWflGfllFICEfliT JWUSEUJ5.
And: FOREPflUGH'S FPOUS FOREIGH FEATURES
Positively arxcSL XTixca.xxia,1oly
THE O N LY BIG .SH OWS
Ooxrxxxisr TTlxijs Season.
THE DALLES,
ONE SHOW
ONLY. '
felnMayifteniocn.
5 pi u e pp. rest-Bred IJ017 s
-AI.I. PEBFORMED FREE AND UNFETTERED IN THE ARENA J
I BV COL. BOONE AND MISS CAKLOTIA.
THESE LOOSE LIONS are seen in America for the first time thia season Thev
nrp t n a mnal novFoHv .n ; K... . - i. : 1 -. . ni ... . . J
.ww.j vicwutru uiuwo ever c&.uiuiieu. 1 nt'.y are exnioited
- in a Bteel encircled ring by Col. Boone and Miss Carlotta, assisted
by the German boar hound, SAXON.
LIONS are 'driven in harness yoked to a chariot, made to form beautiful
group tableaux, play eee-saw, like" children, with Saxon, ride on tricycles
. expertly as human beings, play circus, hold objects, leap, and do
. ' jL. several other
Most Difficult and Novel Acts.
This performance is seen only in tbe Adam Forepaugh shows. There ia no other
; - - act like it in America, and is with us for this season only.
Tlio Oreatest .eriallsits of All X .
, THE CEIiEBBATEU
HAN LON-VOLTERS
The supreme and exalted masters of
aerialists on all the great, earth.
princely salary
UllUU FOH THE fFIST TIflQE xUf4lDEf? CflflVflS
Do their most wonderful and fearless act. Scientific, skillful and marvellous act
THBIE, ' ASTOIsriSIIIlTa-
TRIPLE BAR LEAP FOR LIFE.
- Throwing double eomesaults 60 feet long while flying 40 feet high in mid-air.
Still they ore but one feature in a host of features to be found In our great shows. Beneath oor
huge, city of water-proof canvas artists from ull the celebrated urenas of the old
world and the new moke up the roster of our '
GRAND TRIPLE WORLD - FAMED CIRCUS,
With more principal, Jockey, menage, hurdle and general riders. 'More gymnasts, acrobats,
vaulters, srriaiiKts contortionist!. More clowns, buttoons, jesters, jokers, puntomimists. More
famous rirst-time-here Japanese artists. More unicycle, bicycle, tricycle, and roller tkating artists,
first-class oil-round, A Ko. 1 circus artists. More simultaneous, new, novel and surprising
acts. More circus, and of better quality than can be seen ANYWHERE ELSE IN THIS WI1K
WORLD.
REKL ROMHN HIPPODROME.
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Flying Steeds,' Daring Riders, mile race track, Roman Chariot RacPs, Roman
Standing Races, Male and Female Jockey Races, Elephant and Camel
Races, Monkey and Pony Races, Man vvs. . Horse, Hurdle and
Flat Races, and various other Races.
ONE OF'THE GREATEST DEPARTMENTS OF THE GREAT SHOWS.
ADAM FOEEPAHGH'S GREAT REINFORCED WILD WEST.
Renewed with all the startling incidents of the late outbrenk. Red AHwiah Craze, The Ghost
Dunce, Death of feittins Bull, Wounded Knee EpiRode, shows also the Custer Buttle, Hanging of a
Horse Thief, Pony Express, Attack on Emigrant Train, Etc., participated iu bv Indians, owbovs.
Scouts and frontiersmen of every kind, who were actual participants in the scenes reproduced, Iow
bv Cnptuln A.. H. Bcgurdns, the crack shot.
8BO.O0O Herd of Trained Elephants. 20.000 Troupe of Trained Itrnncnns. SIO.OOO
.Troupe of Trained Stallions, and their Master, Adam Forepaugh, Jr.
FOREPAUGH'S WORLD RENOWNED ' MENAGERIE.
Rhinocerl, Hirpopotamia GiTafles and one of every species known to zoology. More cages of
beasts than any two menageries. The most all-including menagerie ever organized..
THE GRAND AND GORGEOUS STREET PARADE
Every mornfrg at 10 o'clock, where the shows exhibit one day only, and nt 10 o'clock on (he
morning at the first exhibition day, where they exhibit more than one any will be given what -is
absolutely and nndenicblv tbe roost stupendous, magnificent, enchanting delightful, largest,
longest, richest Street Parade even seen. tree to alL
10,000 SEATS. One price of Admission Admits TWi All the Great Shown. Polite
Vshers Always In Attendance. Ladies and Children especially eared for.
GHIEAP ECXrRSTOIsrS OUST OIF" TEAVEL.
For the accomodation of visiters who w old avoid the crowd at the grounds, reserved numbered
seats (at the regular price) and admission tickets, at the usual slight advance, can be obtained at
' , SNIPES & KlKESSIiY DKUO ST01?E, SECOND STREET.
James E. Cooper,
SftoXo
'wner
their dangerous art.
The only uerialists
of $775.00 per week.
The highest salaried
who receive the
Sepiemiier 16.