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-y V v &' AT THE TABERNACLE. J o THE DIVINE AND THE MATERNAL TRIBUTES COMPARED. 'iiv. TAlningo Hctlcvm W MimiM Think or Goit n Our Motliur us AVoll n Our tfftther Mercy, I'atlciieo, Lote for tlio -r Weak nnd Ocntlc Tcnrliing. , Brooklyn, Dec. U. Rev. Dr. Tal lage today, iu selecting; a subject for his sermon, chose nn aspect of the di vine character which in seldom consid ered. To nn unusually largo audience ho discoursed on Ood ni "The Mother of All," the tost being taken from Isaiah lxvl, 10, "Ah one whom his mother com forteth, so will I comfort you." The Biblo is n wnun letter of affection from a parent to n child, and yet thero are many who boo chiefly the severer passages. An thero may bo fifty or sixty nights of gentlo dow in ono summer that will not cause an much remark as one hailstorm of half nn hour, so thero aro those who aro mora struck by those passages of tho Biblo that announce the indignation of God than by thoo that announce his affection. There may come to a household twenty or fifty lottery of affection during the year, and they will not make as much excitement in that home ns ono sheriffs writ, and so thero nro people who are more attentive to those passages which anuonnco tho judg ments of God than to thoso which an nounce his mercy und his favor, i God is a lion, John says in the book of Revelation. God is a breaker, Micah announces in his prophecy. God is a rock. God is a king. But hear also that God is love. A father and his child aro walking out in tho fields ou a summer's day, and there comes up u thunderstorm, and tlipro is a ilnsh of lightning that startles the child, and tho father says, "My dear, that is God's eye." There comes a peal of thunder, and tho father says, "My dear, that is God's voice." But tho clouds go off tho sky, and tho storm is gone, and light floods the heavens and floods tho land scape, and the father forgets to say, "That is God's smile." I OOD A LOVINO TEACHEU. 1 Tho text of, this morning bonds with great gontlenes3 and lovo over all who are prostrate in sin and trouble. It lights up with compassion. It melts with tenderness. It breathes upon us tha hush of an eternal lullaby, for it an nounces that God is our mother. "As ono whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you." I remark, in the first place, that God has a mother's simplicity of instruction. A fathor does not know how to teach u child the ABC. Men aro not skillful in tho primary department, but a mother hns so much patience that sho will tell a child for tho hundredth tira9 the dif ference between P and G and botween I and J. Sometimes it is by blocks; sometimes by tho worsted work; some times by tho slate; sometimes by tho book. She thus teaches tho child and has no awkwardness pf condescension in so doiug. So God, our Mother, stoops down to our infantile minds, t Though wo aro told a thing a thousand times nnd wo do not understand it, our heavenly Mother goes on, lino upon line, precept upon precept, hero a little and thero a little. God has beon teaching somo of us thirty years and some of us sixty years ono word of ono syllable, and wo do not know it yot faith, faith. When we como to that word wo stum ble, wo halt, wo lose our placo, wo pro nounce it wrong. i Still God's patience is not exhausted. God, our Mother, puts us in the school of prosperity, and tho letters aro in sun shine, and we cannot spell them. God puts ua in tho school of advorsity, and tho letters aro black, and wo cannot spell them. If God wero merely a king he would punish us; if ho wero simply a fathor he would whip us; but God is a mothor, and so wo aro borno with and holpod all tho way through. A mother teoches her child chiefly by pictures. If sho wants so sot foith to hor child tho hidoousness of a quarrel some spirit, instead of giving a lecture upon that subject sho turns ovor a leaf and shows tho child two boys in a wran gle, and says, "Does not that look hor riblo?" If sho wants to teach hor child tho awfulness of war she turns ovor tho picture book and shows the war charger tho headless trunks of butchered men, tho wild, bloodshot oyo of battlo rolling undor lids of flame, and sho says, "That is wart" Tho child understands it. V In n great many books tho best parts aro tho pictures. Tho style may bo in sipid, tho typo poor, but a picturo al ways attraots a child's attention. Now God, our Mother, teaches us almost everything by pictures. Is tho dlvino goodness to bo set forth? How does God, our Mothor, tench us? By an autumnal picturo. The barns aro full. The wheat stacks aro rounded. Tho cuttle nro chewing tho cud lazily in tho sun. Tho orchards nro dropping tho ripe pippins into tho lap of tho farmer. Tho natural world that has boon busy all summer eoems now to bo resting in great abnu dunco. ' Wo look at tho picturo and say, "Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatuoss." Our family cornea around tho breakfast tablo. It has been a very cold night, but tho chil dren lire all bright beoanso thoy slept undor thick coverlets, nnd thoy nro now in tho warm blast of tho open registor, i nnd tlioir appotltes inako luxuries out of tho plainest faro, and wo look nt tho pic turo ami say, "Bloss tho Lord, O my BOUll" ( OOD TBACHE8 11V l'lOTUHUS. I 1 God wishes to sot forth tho fact that in tho judgmont tho good will be divided from tho wicked. How is it done? By a picturo; by a pnrablo a- fishing sceno. A group of Unrdy won, long bearded, geared for Htanding to tho waist In water; Bleovoa rolled up. Long oar buii gilt; boat batterod as though it had been a playmato of tho storm. A full net thumping about with tho fish, which havo just discovered their captiv ity, tho worthless inossbunkors nnd tho useful flounders nil in tho Bamo net. Jf. S. BELLE, Pros, nnd Manager. STAPLE) AND FANCY DRY GOODS, Laces, Lace Curtains, Ribbons, Hosiery, Ladies' Underwear, Etc LADIES' MISSRS' AND CHILD HEN'S CLOAKS. Soto Agents for Laird, fcchodor & Mitchell, ME FOOTWEAR. Pattern shoots free ovory ft t, , month by wail. Soud your namo nnd get one. 307 Coin'l Street. The fisherman puts his hand dovm ninid tho squirming ilns, taken out tho inoss bunkors an 1 throws them,iuto tho water nnd galhers tho good fish into tho pail. Bo, says Christ, it shall bo nt the end of tho world. -Tho bad he will cast away, nnd tho good ho will keep. Another pic ture. God, our Mother, wanted to set forth tha duty of neighborly love, and it is itono by a picture. A heap of wounds on tin road to Jericho. A traveler has been fighting a robber. Tho robber stabbed liiiii nnd knocked him down. Two mill Mors como along. They look at tho poor fellow, but do not help him. A traveler comes ulong a Samaritan. Ho says " '.V uoal" to tho heist ho is riding and (lirinonnls. He examines tho wounds; lie takes out somo wino, nnd with it w.tshcH the wounds, and then he takes o no oil and puts that in to mako the wounds stop smarting, and then ho tears off a piece of his own garment for a b in-higo. Then he helps tho wounded man upon tho beast and walks by the side, holding him on Until they como to a tavern. Ho says to tho landlord, "Here is monoy to pay the man's board for two days; tako euro of him ; if it costs au thing inoro charge it to me, and I will pay it." Picturo "Tho Good Sa maritan, or Who Is Your Neighbor?" ood's mothekia love. Does God, our Mother, want to set forth what a foolish thing it is to go away from tho right, and how glad di vine mercy is to tako back tho wanderer? How is it done? By a picture. A good futher. Largo farm with fat sheep and oxen. Fino houso with exquisite ward robe. Discontented boy. Goes away, yharpers fleece him. Feeds hogs. Gets homesick. Starts back. Sees an old m:m running. It is father! Tho hand, torn of tho husks, gets a ring. Tho foot, inflamed and bleeding, gets a sandal. Tho bare shoulder, showing through tho ta.ters, gets a robe. Tho stomach, gnawing itself with hunger, gets a full platter smoking with meat. Tho father cannot cat for looking at the returned adventurer. Tears running down tho faco until thoy como to a smile tho night dow molting into tho morning. No work on tho farm that? day, for whon a bad boy repents and comes back promising to do better, God knows that is enough for ono day, "And they began to bo merry." Picture' 'Prodigal Son Returned from tho Wilderness." So God, our Mothor, tenches us everything by pictures. The sinner is a lost sheep. Jesus is the bridegroom. Tho useless man a barren fig tiee. The Gospel is a great supper. Satan, a 6ower of tares. Truth, a mustard seed. That which wo could not havo understood in tho ab stract statement God, our Mothor, pre sents to us in this Biblo album of pic tures, God engraved. Is not the divine maternity ever thus teaching us? I remark again that God has a moth er's favoritism. A father sometimes shows a sort of favoritism. Here is a boy stroug, well, of high forohead and quick intellect. Tho father bays, "I will tako that boy into my firm yet," or, "I will givo him tho very best possiblo education.", Thero aro instances where, for tho culturo of tho one boy, all tho others havo been robbod. A sad favor itism, but that is not tho mothor's favor ite I will tell you her favorite. Thero is a child who at two years of ago had a, fall. He has nover got over it. Tho scarlet fover muffled his hear ing. Ho is not what ho once was. That child has caused tho mothor more anx ious nights than all tho other children. If lie coughs in tho night sho springs out of a sound sleep and goes to him. Tho last thing she does when going out of tho houso is to given charge in regard to him. Tho first thing on coming in is to ask in regard to him. Why, tho children of the family all know that ho is tho favorite and say: "Mother, you lot him do just as ho pleases, and you givo him a great many things which you do not givo us. Ho is your favorite." Tho mothor smiles; sho knows it is so. So ho ought to bo, for if thero is any ono in tho world that noeds sympathy more than another it is an in valid child, weary on tho first milo of life's journey carrying an aching head, a weak sido, an irritated lung. So tho mothor ought to mako him a favorito. God, our Mothor, has favorites. "Whom tho Lord loveth ho chasteueth" that is, ono whom ho especially loves he chas toncth. God loves us all, but is thero ono weak and sick and soro and wounded nnd sufforing and faint? That is tho ono who lios nearest and moro perpetual ly on tho great loving hoart of God. Why, it novor coughs but our Mothor God hoars it. It nover stirs a, woary limb in tho bed but our Mothor God knows of it. Thero is no such a watchor as God. Tho best nurse may bo (over borne by fatigue and fall asleep in tho clmir; but God, our Mother, after being up a yenr of nights with a suffering child, novor slumbers nor sloops. in tiik runNACK or affliction. "Oh," says ouo, "I cannot understand nil tint about nfllictionl" Arofinorof silver once oxplained it to aClnistian lady, "I put tho silver in tho iiro, and I keep lcilning it and trying it till lean soo my faco in it, and I then tako it out." Just so it is that God kcops his dear childron in tho ftirnaco till tho diviuo imago may bo soon in them; then they aro taken out of tho iiro. "Well," says somo ono, "if that is tho way that God treats his favorites, I do not want to bo a favorito." Thero is a barren field ou nn autumn day just wanting to bo lot ulono. Theio is a bang at tho bars mid n rattle of whiillotiecs and clovlfces. Tho field says, "What is tho farmer going to do with mo now?" Tho farmor puts tho plow in tho ground, hhouts to tho horbes, tho coltor goes touring through tho 6od, and tho furrow renches from fence to fonco. Next day thero is a bang at tho bars and a rattle of whiffletiVes ngain, Tho field says, "I wonder what the. farm er is going to do now?" Tho farmer hitches tho horses to tho harrow, and it goes bounding and tearing across tho field. Next day thero is u rattlo at tho bars again, and tho field says, "What is tho farmer goiug to do now?" Ho walks TX3CIO JE J JLmA.CZ lEt -AMOLUTH LUADEKm IK- heavily across tho field, ecnttcring need ns he wnlks. After awhile a cloud comesi Tho field Bays, "What, moro troublel" It begins to ruin. After nwhllo tho wind changes to the northeast, and It be gins to snow. Suys the field: "Is it not enough that I havo lieeu torn nnd tram pled upon nnd drowned? Must I now bo snowed under?'' After awhile spring comes out of tho gates of tho south, and waimth and gladness como with it. A green scarf bandages tho gash of tho wheat field, nnd tho July morning drops a crown of gold on tho head of tho grain. "Oh," 6ays tho field, "now I know tho uso of tho plow, of the harrow, of tho heavy foot, of the shower and of tho snowstorm. It is well enough to bo trod den and trampled and drowned and snowed under if in tho end I cau yield such a glorious harvest." "Ho that go cth forth nnd wropeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with re joicing, bringing his sheaves with him." THllOUOII OREAT TISIBULATION. When I seo God especially busy in troubling and trying a Christian, I know that out of that Chiistian's character thero is to como somo especial good. A quarryinnn goes down into the excava tion, and with strong handed machinery bores into tho rock. Tho rock says, "What do yon do that for?" He puts powder in; ho lights a fuse. There is a thundering crash. The rock says, "Why, tho whole mountain is going to pieces." The crowbar is plunged; the rock i3 dragged out. After awhilo it is taken into the artist's studio. It Bays, "Well, now I havo got to a good, wnim, com fortable place at last." But tho sculptor takes the chisel and mallet, und ho digs for tho oyes, and ho cuts for tho mouth, and ho bores for tho ear, und he rubs it with sandpaper, un til the rock bays, "When will this tor ture bo ended?" A sheet is thrown over it. It bt'nnds in durkness. After awhile it is taken out. Tho covering is re moved. It btands in tho sunlight, in tho presence of ten thousand applauding people, as thoy gieet tho statue of tho poet, or tho princo, or the conqueror. "Ah," says tho stone, "now I under stand it. I nm a great deal better off now standing as a statue of a conqueror than I would havo been down in tho quarry." So God finds a man down in tho quarry of ignorance and sin. How to get him up? Ho must be bored and blasted and chiseled nnd sconred and stand somotimes in the darkness. But after awhile the mantle of afflic tion will fall off, and his soul will bo greeted by the one hundred and forty four thousand and tho thousands of thousands as more than conqueior. Oh, my friends, God, our Mother, is just as kind in our afflictions as in our pros perities. God nevor touches us but for our good. If a field clean and cultured is better off than a barren field, and if a stono that has become a statue is better off than tho marble in tho quarry, then that soul that God chastens may be his favorito. Oh, tho locking of tho soul is not tho rocking of an earthquake, but the rock ing of God's cradlo. "As ouo whom his mother comforteth, so will I comfort you." I have been told that the pearl in nn oyster is merely tho result of a wound or a sickness inflicted upon it, and I do not know but that tho brightest gems of heaven will be found to havo beon tho wounds of earth kindled into the jeweled brightness of eternal glory. I remark that God has a mother's ca pacity for attending to little hurts. Tho father is shocked at the broken bone of tho child or at tho sickness that sets tho cradle on fire with fever, but it takes tho mother to sympathize with all tho little ailments and little bruises of the child. If the child have a splinter in its hand it wants tho mother to take it out and not the father. The father says, "Oh, that is nothing," but the mothor knows it ij something, and that a little hurt sometimes is very great. St) with God, our Mother; all our annoyances nro important enough to look at and sympa thize with. Nothing with G od is bomothing. There aro no ciphers in GoA's arithmetic. And if wo wero only good enough of sight wo could seo as much through a micro scope as through a telescope. Thoso things that may bo palpable and infini tesimal to U3 may bo pronounced and in finito to God. A mathematical point is defined as having no paits, no magni tude. It is so small you cannot imagino it, and yot a mathematical point may bo a starting point for a great eternity. God's surveyors carry a very long chain. A scale must ha very delieato that can weigh a giain, but God's scale is so deli eato that ho can weigh with it that which is so small that n grain is a million times heavier. Whon John Kitto, a poor boy on a back street of Plymouth, cut his foot with a pieco of glnss, God bound it up so successfully that ho became tho great Christian geographor and a commenta tor known among all nations. So ovory wound of thosoul, however insignificant, God is willing to bind up. As at tho first cry of tho child the mother rushes to kiss tho wound, 60 God, our Mothtr takes tho smallest wound of the lio.ti and presses it to tho lips of diui t .i pathy. "As ouo whom his motlioi . forteth, so will I comfort you." DIVINE AND MOTIIEItLV IM' I remark further that Go er's patience for tho ouii. wrong first his assooW him off; if ho goes on i.i i . his business partner cubta i..i goes ou his best fflcndo cusl J i his father casts him off. But nt . others havo cast him off, when) i' i go? Who holds no giudge und fo;,,i ( tho lust tinio as well us tho fiist? ho sits by tho uiurderei'a counsel all through tho loug tiial? Who tnriias tho longest at tho windows of a culprit's cell? Who, when nil otheis think ill of a man, keeps on thinking well of him? It is his mother. God bless her gray hairs if sho bo still alive, and bless her grave if bho bo gone And bless tho rooking chair in which sho used to Bit, nnd bless tho cradle that sho used to rock, nnd bloss tho Biblo she used to read I So God, our Mother, has pationco for all tho erriug. After everybody elsa has - , - r,r - 1C. K.LEAB0, Secretary mmmmttmimimltmiamtaimmtmimmmmmmmimmi enst a man off God, our Mother, comes to tho rcscuo. God leaps to tako charge of a 1nd case. After nil the othor doc tors liave got through tho heavenly Physician comes in. Human sympathy nt such a time docs not amount to much. Even the sympathy of tho church, I nm sorry to say, often does not amount to much. I havo seen tho most harsh nnd bitter treatment on the part of those who professed faith in Christ toward thoso who wero wavering and erring. Thoy tried on tho wanderer sarcasm and bll liugsgato nnd cancutuie, and they tried tittle tattle. Thero was ono thing thoy did not try, and that was forgiveness. A soldier in England was brought by a sergeant totho colonel. "What," says tho colonel, "bringing tho mnn hero ngaint Wo havo tried everything with him." "Oh, no," says the Bergeant; "thero is one thing you havo not tried. I would liko you to try that." " Whatis that?" said the colonol. Said the inau, "Forgiveness." Tho caso had not gono bo far but that it might tako that turn, nnd so tho colonol said: "Well, young man, you have dono so and bo. Whatis your excuse?" "I havo no excus-c, but I am very sorry," said tho man. "Wo havo made up our minds to for givo you," said tho colonch Tho tears started. Ho had never beon accosted in th't way before. His lifo was reformed, ami that was tho starting point for ft positively Christian lifo. O church of God, quit your sarcasm when a man fulls! Quit your irony, quit your tittlo tnttlo, aud try forgiveness. God, your Mother, tries it all tho time. A man's kin may bo liko a continent, but God's forgiveness is liko the Atlantic and Pa cific oceans, bounding it on both sides. THE DIVINE HAND. Tho Biblo often talks about God's hand. I wonder how it looks. Youio niember distinctly how your mother's hand looked, though thirty years ago it withered away. It was different from your father's hand. When you were to bo chastised you had rather havo mother punish you than father. It did not hurt so much. And father's hand was dif ferent from mother's, partly because it had outdoor toil, and partly because God intended it to bo different. Tho knuckles were moro firmly sot, and tho palm was calloused. But mother's hand was moro delicate. There were blue veins riinning througli tho back of it. Though tho fingers, some of them, wero picked with a needle, tho palm of it was soft. Oh, it was very bottl Was there ever any poultice liko that to tako pain out of a wound? So God's hand is a mother's hand. What it touches it heals. If it smite you it does not hurt as if it wero another hand. Oh, you poor wandering soul in sin, it is not a bailfft's hand that seizes you todayl It is not a luu d hand. It is not an unsym pathetic hand. It is not a cold hand. It is not an euemy's hand. No. It is a gentlo hand, a loving hand, a sympa thetic hand, a boft hand, a mother's hand. "As one whom his mother com forteth, so will I comfort you." I want to say finally that God has a mother's way of putting a child to sleep. You know there is no cradle song like a mother's. After tho excitement of tho evoning it is almost impossible to get tho child to sleep. If the rocking chair stop a moment tho eyes are wide open; but tho mother's patience and the mother's soothing manner keop on uutil after awhile tho angel of slumber puts his wing over tho pillow. Well, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, the timo will como when wo will be wanting to be put to sleep. The day of our life will be dono, and tho shadows of tho night of death will be gathering around us. Then we want God to sootho us, to hush us to sleep. Let tha uiubic at our goii.g not be tho dirgo of the organ, or tho knoll of tho chinch tower, or the dinmmiug of a "dead march," but lot it be tho hush of a motlici's lullaby. Oh, tho cradle of the gravo will bo t-ott with tho pillow of all tho promises! When wo aro being rocked into Hint last slumber I want this to bo tho cradle bong, "As ono whom a mother comforteth, so will I conii'oi t you." Aileoi) Iu Jesus! Far from theo Tli kiuili ed anil their Biaes may be; Hut thliiu Is still u. blessed bleep l'i oin w hich none ever t aUo to w eep. A Scotchman was dying. His daughter Nellie eat by tho bedside. It was Sun day evening, aud the bell of tho church was ringing, culling the people to churth. Tho good old num. iu his dying dream, thought that ho was on the way to church, as he used to be when ho wont in tho bleigh across the river, and as tho ovening bell struck up in his dying dream ho thought it was tho call to church. Ho said, "Iliuk, children, the bells aro ringing; wo shall bo late; we must mako the mure stop out quick!" He shivered, and then baid: "Pull tho buffulo robo up closer, my hiss! It is cold crossing tho river, but wo will soon bo thero, Nellie; wo will soon bo thoio." And ho smiled and said, "Just thero now." No wonder ho smiled. Tho good old man had got to churdh. Not tho old country church, but tho temple in tho skies. Just across tho river. How comfortably did God hubli that old man, to sleep! As ono whom his mothtr comforteth, so God couifoitcd huu. Tho Correct Thing. Husband I wish you would tako this coat of mino nnd split it up tho back. Wifo What do you want ino to do that for? Husband I want to wear it in tho office Clothier and Furnisher. 0 Q O O O .Tho smulbfirt FIU in t!-. VorHl Why do you GfTcr rom I ijh" !- Uiil i 'r't-S'miLiclv Khttt! 0 :ily i il. "cl.. ulr wWiSlMJCot-Hyieniovnull tli!l trouble, MUiaMjyoJ'oc .t ami cVjrr your foI, irmHi?Y lit ".ntirt n?nl In-mTt nil eiUoytnor.Eanuoto Wliion ion hihoi a lonKCfi't, UOti ill KiA-ctsa it., H.T. E3 (23 (S O (D W v.i w V ' '..-- 0T- - 1W. . , V ' . " tiw J?'.YV . J v' 1 ' (&' . I m Thjw Lirar Pills ft jJL yr-wti fc$re;- if a am j A .MlsUt Hntlilne Suit. ' Thero is at Kist ouo bathing suit hero which will nevor touch tho bieakors, nt lenst at thin resort. Tho owner, a lively young woman from tho west, who is horo for tho first time, evolved tho affair in her inland homo upon knowledgo ac quired at Atlantic City last summer. Somo wicked person told her that Capo May bathers woro exceedingly gay robes, and that unless sho wished to bo a no body a striking costnmo was essential. Sho had n robo mado of cardinal sergo, trimmed with orange and ft gold ribbon, , tho very short skirt bcalloped at tho I edges and a tiny width of lace nround it. Tho wnist was sleeveless nnd cut very low, modesty being considered by a section of puiTod China silk inserted iu tho yoko. An orange korchief was to cover tho brown hnir, a ribbon of the same hue to encirclo her waist, whilo old gold and steel gray hosiery com pleted tho outfit. I How tho young woman capored in I joyous anticipation when sho tried ou her suit in her western home. When sho arrived horo with her parents and saw tho sovercly conservative styles of our bathing suits, to say sho experienced a shock is to put it mildly. Making a virtuo of necessity sho is hiring n mod est blue flannel whilo endeavoring to porsuado her parents to go to Atlantic City where that gorgeous costume may bo worn without hesitation. Ono or two young women appear each year in white flannel bathing suits which look too sweet for anything on tho beach, but when they get wet a transparent falsehood isn't in it com pared with tho transparency of theso de ceitful garments. Capo May Lottor. ELMIRA HATCH. HEART DISEASE 20 YEARS. JDr. Ittlto Medical Co., Mkhart, Xnd. Diab Bibs: For 20 years I waa troubled with heart disease. Would frequently nave falling spella and smothering at night. Had to alt up or get out of bed to breathe. Had pain In my left side and bock most ef the tlmo; at last I bocamo dropsical. I was very nervous and nearly worn out. Iho least excitement would cause me to THOUSANDS EsSS with fluttering. For tho last fifteen yean I could not rieep on my leftside or back until began takin? your Arte Heart Cure. 1 had not taken it very long until I felt much better, and I can now sleep on either side or back without the least discom fort. I havo no pain, smothering, dropsy, no wind on stomach or other disogreeablo symptoms. I am able to do nil my own housework without any trouble and consider myself cured. Elkhart, Ind.. 1888 Mrs. ELMtBA IlATcn. It is now four years since I have taken any medicine Am in better health than I have been In 40 years. I honestly be- - . m S ft Hove that Dr. Milea' New CUHtD Heart Cure saved my life " "" and mado me a well woman. I am now 62 yean el age, and am able to do a good day'a work. Hay 29th, 1892. Mrs. Elmiea Hatch. SOLD ON A POSITIVE GUARANTEE. TRY DR. MILES' PILLSf"50 DOSES 25 CTS. fold lv U. J. Fry, drugtist, Hlun CO TOTJ WANT TO ADOPT A BABT? Maybo yon think this Is a new business, eondfnirout babies on application ; It has been done before, however, but never have thoso xurnisnou uecn 60 near mo ongmai sample as this ono. Kvervono will ozclaim. Wi ell I that's the sweetest baby I over saw I" This little black-and-white engraving can give you buta faint idea of tho exquisite original. DAISY. which wo proposo to send to you, transpor- tation . Tho little durllmr rests against a pillow, and Is In tho net of drawing off its uink sock, tho mate- of which has been nulled off and Hung asldo with a tilumphant coo. Tho flesh tints aro perfect, nnd tho eyes follow you, nomnttorwhero you stand. 'XT hooxaul- siteroproiluctionsot this onroductlonsof this tn reatest painting of Ida Wuugli (tho most celebrated of modern paintorsof baby lifo) nro to lie given to thoso who subscribo to Domorest s I'amlly Maga rino for 163J. Tho reproductions cannot bo told from tho original, which cost $100, and aro tho samo slza (17x22 Inches). The bnby is lifo size, nnd absolutely lifelike Wc havo also in preparation, to present to our sub scribers dminir 18U3, other great pictures by such artists as Percy Mornn,Slnud Humphrey, Louis Deschamps, and others of world-wldo renown. Take only two examples of what wodiddurinirthonast venr. "A Yard of lnn. sies," nnd "A Whito Houso Orchid" by tho wife of Frosldcnt Harrison, and you will eeo wh tt our Promises mean. 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