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i ALGONA IOWA, WBmNBSPAY. NOVEMBER 2ii, 1888 yea* on Decembet £5, and the combln« ation of evacuation day and that festival were long jointly honored in New York. , The Thanksgiving day of 1316 13 memorable aa the occasion upon which an American theater was first Illuminated with gas. This event happened Jh Philadelphia, the experiment was a complete success, and the manage! of the affair was Dr. Kugler. During the war, of the battles and skirmishes fought on Thanksgiving, the most notable was that of Lookout mountain (1863). A few odd and distinctive methods tit celebrating the great holiday still survive In different parts of the United States, although the tendency Is tb- ward a uniforoi manner of rejoicing. In sections of Connecticut, for example, the "Thanksgiving barrel burning" Is a time-honored Institution, For a month before the day Connecticut boys diligently collect and store in a place of security ail the barrels, old or new, which they can find. All barrels are regarded as the property of whomsoever can carry them away. On Thanksgiving night the barrels are piled in a huge heap and ignited. Boys and girls then dance around the bonfire until the very last barrel has gone up In smoke. FIRST THANKSGIVING, I HEN In the year of grace 1630, sturdy Gov. John Winthrop and Puritan colonists of Massachusetts proclaimed and duly observed a public thanksgiving, they probably had little idea of the i m p o r t a n co _ which the festival Was destined to obtain In the history of America. The first Thanksgiving differed very enaterially from its successors in that rt was proclaimed as a fast and not as B feast. Supplies had run short, the ships expected from England were delayed, and extinction threatened the 'governor and company of Massachu- letts bay in New England." Winthrop and his council decided to hold a day of prayer and abstinence, "so that ye 'Lorde be propitiated and looke upon 'his servants with favor, in that they have humbled themselves before Him." Accordingly u crier was sent about the primitive settlement of Charlestown, and the colonists were each and all invited to take part in the fast. Their sacrifice met with speedy reward. !. Scarcely bad the noon hour of the 'alloted day arrived when the long Jioped-for ship made its welcome ap- jpearance in Massachusetts bay, the ,'cargo was landed, and the fast was succeeded by a banquet of a sort which :must have seemed sumptuous indeed to •the exiles so recently plunged in 'hunger aud hardsLip. On the thresh-old of dreaded winter Winthrop and .'ihis followers found what had been a prospect of fear and peril changed in•to one of happiness and hope. Such -was America's first Thanlregiving, as •celebrated 260 years ago. Thereafter •each succeeding November was marked in *.ho annals of the colony by a similar festival of gratitude. ; But Thanksgiving in the early days 'of our history was not confined to the New England pioneers alone. Just fifteen years after Wlnthrop's proclamation, i. e., in 1615, Gov. Kieft of the Dutch colony, then known as Nieuw 'Amsterdam, but cow as New York, ordered the observance of a day of re- 'jolclng and thanks, "for the rest and peace which God had been pleased to bestow upon his servants." Thus we see that the feast of Thanksgiving is not as generally supposed, a peculiarly Puritan institution, but is equally derived from the stalwart burghers of Manhattan island. • The next notable Thanksgiving day In history fell in 175S. On that date the British and colonial army, number- Ing 80,000 men, and commanded by Gen. Forbes, attacked and captured .from the French, after a flerca struggle, Fort Duquesne, at the junction of the Allegheny and Monongahcla rivers. The name of the place was changed to Fort Pitt, and was the nu- .cleus of the city of Plttsburg. Thus 'in a special sense the history of the IN THE PAST, great capital of the coal and iron Industries Js conpesU'tf with the celebration pf Thanknglvtns day. But incauwhlle, jn New England wftat bad been begun as an occasiopa day of pious rejoicing had assumed the pvppprtions of a flxod national holiday In Massachusetts » nd New Hampshire ' it' ws especially popular. There was jjrsfc great latitude in regard to the selptfed for tb«r feast. Governors lajmefl tlie chogen <jato arbitrarily nQ effort was made to keep the E Q? WJnthrpp's proe'am&tion Thanksgiving occurred Jn ' The college faculty wero moved to Interest themselves in the question by, the fact that the uncertainty regarding the date caused considerable disorder among their pupils. Boys from different states celebrated on different days, many of them returning home to cat the Thanksgiving meal tinder their own rooftrees. This very undesirable state of affairs could only be put a atop to, said the grave Harvard dons, by the formal establishment of a unl- 'orm date for the feast. The last Thursday of the eleventh month suited he collegers, and Influence being brought to bear upon the colonial gov- rnors of New England, proclamations vere Issued making that day the regu- ar Thanksgiving. In the south Thanksgiving, as an annual festival, remained practically unknown until, in 1855, the curious Virginian controversy on the subject was precipitated. This controversy, which Is not generally known, deserves a brief notice. The governor of Virginia at the time was one Johns, a pa- riotic and broad-minded gentleman, vho had always entertained a reverence for the Puritan anniversary vhich was by no means common below lason and Dixon's line. Gov. Johns, n a letter to the state legislature, ur- i. THE PRESENT. ently recommended the recognition of Thanksgiving in Virginia, and offered, In case his recommendation proved satisfactory, to at once Issue a proclamation. But the legislature of Washington's state did not look upon the New England holiday with favor. Gov, Johns was advised not to make the Thanksgiving proclamation; and, as he did not do so, the matter was allowed temporarily to drop. But public interest had been awakened, and before long a fierce debate was raging in Virginia between the opponents and supporters of the proposed southern Thanksgiving. At last, in 1857, Gov. Wise- Johns' successor—took the metaphorical bull by the horns, and Issued a preclamatlon setting apart a day for the feast. His action caused much angry criticism, and several southern- ern newspapers declared that Thanksgiving was simply "a relic of Puritan- ic bigotry." In spite of this, the innovation was warmly welcomed. The hospitable southerners greeted gladly another holiday, and the northern feast soon ranked among them as second in importance only to the "glorious Fourth" itself. In 1858—the year after Wise's proclamation—no less than eight governors of southern states proclaimed Thanksgiving in their sections. The war, however, coming shortly afterward, practically extinguished the popularity of the holiday in Dixie. But it has become a loved Institution in the middle, western and northwestern states. Exiled Americans, too, cling to its celebration, and every November sees Thanksgiving dinners in London, Paris, Berlin, Rome—or wherever some of the scattered children of Uncle Sam may chance to sojourn. . Indeed, Mr. William Astpr Chanler, the well-known explorer, tells of a Thanksgiving 'dinner which he enjoyed in the rery heart of darkest Africa. An extensive and highly interesting volume might be compiled on the subject of Thanksgivings and the events which have signalized them. For In? stance, on Thanksgiving day, 1783, the British army evacuated New York, while Washington an<^ Clinton marched J»to the city "t the head of the continental army an4 took formal posses- in the n^e of tUe' youpg repub- Festivities and a grand display Closed tb$t HE'WOULDN'T OBLIGE. "Say, Joe," said the western sheriff, addressing a gray-haired, cadaverous- looking individual who sat beside him in front of the county jail one day, "blamed shame the way my prisoners wuz treated last Thanksglvln', wuza't it " "It sartinly wuz, Tom," was. the reply. "They didn't sit a bite of turkey, if I remember." "Not a durned'blte, Joe," continued the sheriff in tones of disgust, "an' I wus acshually ashamed to look even the boss thieves in the face fur weeks arterward!" "D'ye think the county'll throw 'em down agin this y'ar?" "Yes, I reckon so. Ever since my deputy sold the turkeys I bought fur the prisoners an' skipped with the cash the turkey deal has bin declar'd off. Say, Joe, old friend, I'm a-feelin* I've gotter do sunthin' fur the fellers this Thanksglvin'." "Seems 'though it's yer fluty to, Tom —seems so, an' if I kin help ye any jist call on me." "Wall, Joe!" continued the sheriff, "that's durncd good o' ye to say that, an' it shows ye've got my interests at heart. Now, I've bin thinkin' that while we couldn't go down in our pockets an' buy 'em turkeys, we could git up a leetle entertainment fur 'em on that day and sorter cheer 'em up. What d'ye think o' it?" "A durned good scheme, Tom, an' jest count on me to help ye In any way! But what sort o' an entertainment ar 1 ye thinkin' of?" "Oh, thar's only one sort of show they'd wake up long.'miff to look at, an' that's a hangin', of course." "A hangin', eh?" queried the old man as a puzzled look came oyer his face. "But yed hev to hang one o' them an" wouldn't that sort o' make the others feel gloomy?" "No, I wouldn't hang one o' the prisoners. Thar's three or four gotter hang bimeby, but not until arter Thanksgivln', an' I couldn't hang 'em 'till that time comes. No, Joe, ole friend, that's whar' ye come in, ye know. That will be yer part o' the show, an' I'm a-tellin' ye it'll be appreciated all over town, • too." "D—do ye mean fur me to h—ang?" gasped the other. "Why, in coiirse. Yer an ole galoot, Joe, a-sufferin' all the time with rheumatism an* five or six other things, an' besides ye haven't a relative on alrth to keer fur ye." "Yer a fool, Tom Smith!" shouted the old man as he leaped from his chair and looked daggers at the other. "I may be old an' all that, but I hain't a-lendln' my neck to please nobody! Wall, I reckon not, with whisky never so cheap, too!" and old Joe slipped away in high dudgeon, "Wall, shoot me for a coyote if I'd believed It o' him!" growled the sheriff, as he looked after the man In great astonishment. "Jest last week ithe ole critter was wishin' he could do sun- thin' fur his feller-men, an' now he backs out when. I've given him a splen- fALMAGE'S SERMON, WEDOINO PRESENT," LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. "Thou Hast Given Me a South land; Give Me Alia Springs at Water. And Ho Give Her the Upper and Springs."—Joshua 15: 10. "D—DO YE MEAN PUE ME TO HANG?" GASPED THE OTHER, did chance! An' me the champion hanger o', the state, too! Wall, wal\, wall!" Oh, we find on glad Thanksgiving, When we've passed beyond the soup, That a bird upon the table Is worth two out in the poop, Old He always praya Thanksgiving evo Will be both, dark and murky, For then he'll have no cause to grley« He couldn't get »o turkey, Usually the more a inan IB wrapped up m himself, the colder he is, The city of Debir was the Boston of antiquity—a great place for brain and books. Caleb wanted It, and he offered his daughter Achsah as a prize to any one who would capture that city. It was a strange thing for Caleb to do; and yet the man that could take the city would have,- at any rate, two elements of manhood—bravery and patriotism. Besides, I do not think that Caleb was as foolish in offering his daughter to the conqueror of De- blr, as thousands In this day who seek alliances for their children with those who have large means, without any reference to moral or mental acquirements. Of two evils, I would rather measure happiness by the length of the sword than by the length of the pocket-book. In one case there is sure to be one good element of character; in the other there may be none at all. With Caleb's daughter as a prize to fight for, General Othniel rode into the battle. The gates of Debir were thundered into the dust, and the city of books lay at the feet of the conquerors. The work done, Othniel comes back to claim his bride. Having conquered the city, it Is no great job for him to conquer the girl's heart; for however faint-hearted a woman herself may be, she always loves courage in a man. I never saw an exception to that. The wedding festivity having gone by, Othniel and Achsah are about to go to their new home. However loudly the cymbals may clash and the laughter ring, parents are always sad when ; a fondly-cherished daughter goes off to stay; and Achsah, the daughter of Caleb, knows that now fa the time to ask almost anything she wants of her father. It see"ms that Caleb, the good old man, had given as a wedding present to his daughter a piece of land that was mountainous, and sloping southward toward the deserts of Arabia, swept with some very hot winds. It was called '.'a south land." But Achsah wants an addition of property; she wants a piece of land that is well watered and fertile. Now It is no wonder that Caleb, standing amidst the bridal party, his eyes so full of tears because she was going away that he could hardly see her at all, gives her more than she asks. She said to him, "Thou hast given me a strath land; give me also springs of water. And he gave her the upper springs, and the nether springs." The fact is, that as Calefy the father, gave Achsah, the daughter, a south land, so God gives to us the world. I am very thankful he has given it to us. But I am like Aehsahi in the fact that I am. not satisfied with the portion. Trees, and flowers, and grass, and blue skies are very well in their places; bu$ he who. has nothing but this world for a portion has no portion at all. It is a mountainous land, sloping off toward the desert of sorrow, swept by fiery siroccos; it is "a douch land," a poor portion for any man that tries to put his trust in it. What has been your experience? What has been he experience of every man, of every woman that has tried this world for a portion? Queen Elizabeth, amidst the surroundings of pomp, is unhappy be- ause the painter sketches too minute- y the wrinkles on her face, and she ndignantly cries out, "You must strike off my likeness without any shadows!" Hogarth, at the very height of his artistic triumph, is stung almost to death with chagrin because the paint- ng he had dedicated to the king does not seem to be acceptable; for George I. cries out, "Who is this Hogarth? Take his trumpery out of my presence." Brinsley Sheridan thrilled the earth with his eloquence, but had for his last words, "I am absolutely undone." Walter Scott, fumbling around the inkstand, trying to write, says to his daughter, "Oh, take me back to,my room; there Is no rest for Sir Walter but in the grave!" Stephen Glrard, the wealthiest man in his day, or, at any rate, only second in wealth, says, 'I live the life of a galley-slave; when I arise in the morning my one effort is to work so hard that I can sleep when It gets to be night." Charles Lamb, applauded of all the world, in the very midst of his literary triumph, says, "Do you remember, Bridget, when we used to laugh from the shilling gallery at the play? There are now no good plays to laugh at from the boxes." But why go so far as that? I need to go no farther than your street to find an illustration of what I am saying. Pick me out ten successful world- lings—and you know what I mean by thoroughly successful worldlings—pick me out ten successful worldlings, and you can not find more than one that looks happy. Care drags him to business; care drags him back. Take your stand at two o'clock at the corner of the streets and see the agonized physiognomies. Your high officials, your bankers, your Insurance men, your importers, your wholesalers, and your retailers, as a class—as a class, are they happy? No. Care dogs their steps; and, making no appeal to God for help or comfort, many of them are tossed everywhither, IIow has It been with you, my hearer? Are you more contented In the house of fourteen rooms than you were in tb,e two rooms you had in a house when you started? Have you not had more care and wor- rlment since you won. tbat fifty thousand dollars than you did before? Sojae of the poorest men I have ever knowo have been those of great fpr- may be put in great business straits, but the ghastliest of all embarrassments is that of the man 'who has large estates. The men who commit suicide because of monetary losses are those who cannot bear the burden any more, because they have only fifty thousand dollars left. On Bowling Green, New York, there is a house where Talleyrand used to go. He was a favored man. All the world knew him, and he had wealth almost Unlimited; yet at the close of his life he says: "Behold, eighty-three years have passed without any practical result, save fatigue of body and fatigue of mind, great discouragement for the future, and great disgust for the past." Oh, my friends, this is a south land," and It slopes off toward deserts of sorrows; and the prayer whlcn Achsah made to her father Caleb we make this day to our Father God: "Thou hast given me a south land; give me also springs of water. And ho gave her the upper springs, and the nether springs." Blessed be God! we have more advantages given us than we can really appreciate. We have spiritual blessings offered us in this world which I shall call the nether springs, and glories in the world to come which I shall call the upper springs. Where shall I find words enough threaded with light to set forth tha pleasure of religion? David, unable to describe it in words, played it on a harp. Mrs. Remans, not finding enough power in prose, sings that praise in a canto. Christopher Wren, unable to describe it in language, sprung it Into the arches of St. Paul's. John Bunyan, unable to present it in ordinary phraseology, takes all the fascination of allegory. Handel, with .ordinary music unable to reach .the height of the theme, rouses it up in an oratorio. Oh, there is no life on earth so happy as a really Christian life! I do not mean a sham Christian life, but a real Christian life. Where there is a thorn, there is a whole garland of roses. Where there • is one groan, there are three d'oxolo- gies. Where there is one day of cloud, there is a whole season of sunshine. Take the humblest Christian man that you know—angels of God canopy him with their white wlnga; the lightnings of heaven are his armed allies; the Lord Is hfs Shepherd, picking out for .him green pastures by still waters; if he walk forth, heaven is his bodyguard; if he lie down to sleep, ladders of light, angel-blossoming, are let into his dreams; if he be thirsty, the potentates of heaven are his cup-bearers; if he sit down to food, his plain table blooms into the King's banquet. Men say, "Look at that odd fellow with the worn-out coat;" the angels of God cry, "Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let him come to!"*' Fastidious people cry, "Get off my front steps!" the door-keepers of heaven cry, "Come, ye blessed of my Father, inherit the kingdom!" When he comes to die, though he may be carried out in a pine box to the potter's field, to that potter's field the chariots of Christ will come down, and the cavalcade will crowd all the boulevards' of heaven. * * * Man of the world! will you not today make a choice between these two portions, between the "*>"•»** inurt" at men on it. Out of his eye^went t'hd sun. Out of his lips went the fire'. Out of his ear went the air. fhM* Bramah laid down to sleep four thousand three hundred and twenty million years. After that, they say, he will wake up, and then, the world will b§- destroyed, and he will make it oVef again, bringing up land, bringing Up 4 , creatures upon it; then lying down' again to sleep four thousand three hundred and twenty million years, then waklhg up and destroying the world again—creation and demolition following each other, until after three' hundred and twenty sleeps, each oil6 of these slumbers four thousand three hundred and twenty million years long, Bramah will wake up and die, and the universe will die with him— an intimation, though very faint, bf the great change to come Upon this physical earth spoken of In the Bible. But while Bramah may sleep, our God never slumbers nor sleeps; and the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, and the earth and all things that are therein shall be burned up. "Well," says some one, "If that is so; if the world Is going from one change to another, tnen what Is the use of my toiling for its betterment?" That is the point on which I want to guard you. I do not want you to become misanthropic. It is a great and glorious world. If Christ could afford to spend thirty-three years on It for Its redemption, then you can afford to toil and pray for the betterment of the nations, and. for. the bringing on of that glorious time when all people shall see the salvation of G<xL While, therefore, I want to guard you against misanthropic notions in respect to this subject I have presented, I want you to take this thought home with you: This world la a poor foundation to build on. It Is a changing world, and it Is a dying world. The shifting scenes and the changing sands are only emblems of all earthly expectation. Life is very much like 1 this day through which we have passed. To many of us it is storm and darkness, then sunshine/ storm and darkness, then afterward a little sunshine, now again darkness and storm. Oh, build not your hopes upon this uncertain world! Build on God. Confide in Jesus. Plan for an eternal residence at Christ's right hand. Then, come sickness or health, come joy or sorrow, come life or death, all ,1s well, all is well. In the name of the God of Caleb, and his daughter, Achsah, I this day offer you the "upper, springs" of unfading and everlasting rapture. Jtlvl HEARD CHARLES DICKENS, Wa& Very And lie SuUl "south land" of •this world, which slopes to the de33'.'t, and this glorious land which thy Father offers thee, running with eternal water-courses? Why let your tongue be consumed of thirst when there are the nether springs and the upper springs; comfore here and glory hereafter? You and I need something better than this world can give us. The fact is that It cannot give us anything after a while. It is a changing world. Do you know that even the mountains on the back of a thousand streams are leaping into the valley. The Alla- ghanies are dying. The dews with crystalline mallet are" hammering away the rocks. Frosts, and showers, ana lightnings are sculpturing Mount Washington and the Catskllls. Niagara is every year digging for itself a quicker plunge. The sea all arounJ the earth on its shifting shores is making mighty changes in bar, and bay, and frith, and promontory. Some of the old sea coasts are midland now. Off Nantucket, eight feet below low- water mark, are found now the stumps of trees, showing that the waves are conquering the land, Parts of Nova Scotia are sinking. Ships today sail over what, only a little while ago, was solid ground. Near the mouth of the St. Crolx river is an island which, in. the movements of the earth, is slowly but certainly rotating. All the face of the earth changing— changing. In 1831 an island springs up in the Mediterranean sea. In 1866 another island comes up under the observation of the American consul as he looks off from the beach. The earth all the timo changing, the columns of a temple near Bizoll show that the water has risen nine feet above the place it was when the columns were put down. Changing! Our Columbia river, once vaster than the Mississippi, flowing through the great American desert, which was then an Eden of luxuriance, has now dwindled to a small stream creeping down through a gorge. The earth itself, -that was once vapor, afterward water— nothing but water— afterward molten rock, cooling off through the ages until plants might live, and animals might live, and men might live, changing all the while, now crumbling, now breaking off. The sun, burning down gradually in its socket. Changing! changing! a n intimation of the last great change to come over the world even infused into the mind of the heathen who has never seen the Bible. The Hindoos believe tlut Bramah, the creator, once made all things. He created t£e water, then moved over the water, out of It lifted the land, grew tfee plants, and animals, tlie Audience Still- Jim was a student at Yale In the latter '60s, and so 'was In New Haven when Charles Dickens gave public readings in that city from his own works, says the New York Times. Jim neglected many of the privileges the college offered to him, but he ha.d sense enough to take advantage of the opportunity to hear Dickens. The master's interpretations were a revelation to Jim and to this day he has not lost the deep impression they made upon him. The Young Women's Dickens club of Bozville somehow recently learned these facts and a cordial Invitation was promptly sent to Jim .to', meet the club and give his recollections of Mr. Dickens. The invitation was accepted and Jim, who is a good talker and not a bit shy, simply delighted his auditors with his description of Mr. Dickens as a man and a really eloquent estimate of him as a reader. He told what a wonderful actor he was and how a strange new light was shed upon his characters by the revelation of his own conception of them. From generalization Jim came finally to particularization and was telling of the wonderful effect produced by the rapid changes of tone of voice as Mr, Dickens was reading from the "Christmas Carol." Jim said there was a suspicion of Yuletlde in the atmosphere as the reader introduced the benevolent old gentleman, who had come to Ebenezer Scrooge for a Christmas contribution. He then described the tremendous effect of the sudden transition of the harsh, metallic voice of Scrooge, as that "clutching, grasping, covetous old sinner" surlily asked whether there were no longer any workhouses, "The audience was so still," said Jim. "The audience was so still that you might have—might have picked up a pin." And Jim, utterly unconscious how he had .spoiled his climax, continued serenely on, albeit not a little puzzled at the smiling faces before him. Passing of the Family niblo. The "Decadence or Passing of the Family Bible," These words mean much move than appears on the surface. Every man and woman remem* bers the pleasure and pride which he oi' she felt in the large family Bible in, their childhood days. Remembering this, have you stopped to think for a moment how few large family Bibles are in evidence today? My attention having been called to this, curiosity prompted me to make inquiries of the manager of one of the most prominent religious publishing houses in the city, "The demand for the large' book gradually ceased during the last decade," he said. "It is up longer considered the thing to have a handsome, family Bible as the principal ornament of the . parlor table. In the first place, the records which were once made in it' are now registered. The size whlca has now taken its place. Is a serviceable one with good maps, flexible covers and excellent print. It Is gotten up at less expense, and it is BQW considered proper for every member of tb,§ family to have an Individual Bible, instead of depending upon the large, unwieldy, volume of our grandfathers." '1 A bare cupboard Always. food for thought. '*• , "W,,-, n 1 -, \, '-. .''.,,'] ''..' *'-- '!',.-' -'*•'*' f -,-, v £^,^jLCi^*t.^ 1 ^.,.:K&lW*h?i n .i''iirt!'.r i^n'-stAi^' AaXVrt.. '?l*<>\f~t£ , A'.L'-.L.f.'i •">,*, ,,Si *.< ,^. ." *.,

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