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PaEY3aouT, Dec. 34.—The Rev. T. De W itt Tahnage, D. D .,of Brooklyn, who is here w ith his party, preached today to a grmip of j&iends on ‘^The Sky Anthem.” His text was •Luke u, 14: “Glory to God in the highest, and o n earth peace, good will toward men,” <m which he delivered the following dis course: 1 A t last I have what I longed for, a Christ inas eve in the Holy Land. This is the time •of year that Christ landed. He was a De cember Christ. This is the chill air through which he descended. I look up through ifchese Christmas skies and I see no loosened star hastening southward to halt above Beth lehem, but aU the stars suggest the Star of Hethlehem. No more need that any of them 3mn along the sky to point downward. In iquietude they kneel at the feet of him who, i}hough once an exile, is now enthroned for ever. Fresh up from Bethlehem, I am full of the scenes suggested by a visit to that vil lage. You know, that whole region of Beth lehem is famous in Bible story. There were th e waving harvests of Boaz, in which Ruth gleaned for herself and weeping Naomi. ^Ehere David, the warrior, was thirsty, and three men of unheard of self denial broke ^through the Philistine army to get him a drink. It was to that region that Jos^ h and Mary came to have their names enrolled In the census- That is what the Scripture means when it says they came “to be taxed,” for people did not in those days rush after th e assessors of tax any more than they now do. The village inn was crowded with the strangers who had come up by the command cf government to have their names in the census, so that Joseph and Mary were obliged to lodge in the stables. You have seen some of those large stone buildings, in the center of which the camels were kept, while run ning out from this center in all directions there were rooms, in one of which Jesus was Tom’. Had his parents been more showily lappareled, I have no doubt they would have found more comfortable entertainment. ^That night in the fielis the shepherds with orook and kindled fires were watching their flocks, when hark! to the sound of voices .strangely sweet. Gan it be that the maidens of Bethlehem have come out to serenade the ■weary shepherds? But now a light stoops upon them like the morning, so that the flocks arise, shaking their snowy fleece and bleating to their drowsy young. The heav- «ns are filled with armies of light, and the oarfeh quakes under the harmony, as, echoed back from cloud to cloud, it rings over the midnight hills; “Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men.” • I t ;seems that the crown of royalty and do minion and power which Christ left behind him was himg on the sky in sight of Bethle- •hem. Who knows b ut that that crown may b a v e been mistaken b y the wise m en for the star running and pointing downward? PURITY IN POVERTY. My subject, in the first place, impresses me ■with the fact that indigence is not always significant of degradation. When pi'inces ai'e bom heralds announce it, and cannon thun der it, and flags wave it, and illuminations set cities on fire with the tidings. Some of us in England or America remember the time o f rejoicing when the Prince of Wales was born. You can remember the gladness \throughout Christendom at the nativity in ■the palace at Madrid. But when our glorious 3h’ince was born there was no rejoicing on earth. Poor and grow’ing poorer, yet the beavenly recognition that Christmas night :^ows the trath o f the proposition that indi gence is not always significant of degradation. ' In all ages there have been great hearts ■tihrobbing tmder rags, tender sympathies un der rough exterior, gold in the quartz, OParian marble in the quarry, and in every stable of privation wondersof excellence that 3iave been the joy of the heavenly host. All the great deliverers of literature and of na tions wei*e bom in homes -without affluence, and from their own privation learned to ^ ^ k and fight for the oppressed. Many a m an has held up bis pine knot light from the \Wilderness until all nations and generations bave seen it, and off of his hard crust of penury has broken the bread of knowledge and religion for the starving millions of the xace. Poetry, and science, and literature, and commerce, and laws, and constitutions, and liberty, like Christ, were b om in a man ger. All the great thoughts which have de- imded the destiny of nations started in ob scure corners, and had Herods, who fwanted to slay them, and Iscariot^ who jboti'ayed them, and rabbles that cruci- ifled them, and sepulchers that confined .them until they burst forth in glorious resui*- Tection. Strong character, like the rhodo dendron, is an Alpine plant that grows fastest in the storm. Men are like wheat, worth aU .the more for being flailed- Some of the most useful people would never have come to posi tions of usefulness had they not been ground and pounded and hammered in the foundry of •disaster. When I see Moses coming up from th e ark of bulrushes to be the greatest law ^ v e r of the ages, and Amos from tending to mnke Tygel ^eu3,blA ■oritb “prophecies, and Havid f rOSl ^ e sheep cote to sw a y the poet’s pen and the king’s scepter, and Peter from the fishing net to be the great preacher at the Pentecost, I find proof o f the v|truth of my proposition that indigence is not always significant of degradation, i My subject also impresses me -with the ■\^. thought that it is while a t our useful occupa- that we have the divine manifestations. |Ha.d those shepherds gone that night into ^ t h leh e m , and risked their flocks among the S o lves, they would not have heard the song •iof the angels. In other words, that man «ees most of God and heaven who minds his Iowa busiaess. W e all have our posts of duty, .^ d , standing there, God appears to us. We are a ll shepherds or shepherdesses, and wo ^lave our flocks of cares and annoyances and anxieties, and we must tend them. | “mXIGENT m BUSINESS, FERVENT IN SPIRIT.” [ W e sometimes hear very good people say: “‘If I had a month or a year or two to do ^ t h i n g but attend to religious things, I jwould be a greatdeal better than I am now.” |You are mistaken. Generally the best ^ o p le are the busy people. Eli^ia was plowing in The field when the prophetic mantle fell ?oa him. Matthew was attending to his cus- ftom house duties when Christ commanded Slim to foUow. James and John were mend in g their nets when Christ called them to be flshers o f men. Had they been snoring in the ■ .sun Christ would not have called their indo lence into the apostleship. Gideon was at ^ o r k -with the flail on the threshing floor fwhen he saw the angel Saul was with great Ifetigue hunting up the lost asses when he fl)und the cro\wn o f Israel. The prodigal son jwould never have reformed and wanted to bave returned to his father’s I^ouse if he had ^ Inot first gone into business, though it was * sw ine feeding. Not once out o f a hundred {times will a lazy man become a Christian, ^bosew h o have nothing to do are in very *mfavorablo circumstance for the receiving Df divine manifestations. It is not 'when yon are in idleness, but when you are like the Bethlehem shepherds, watching your flocks, that the glory descends and there is joy among the angels of God over your soul peni tent and forgiven. My subject also strikes a t the delusion that the religion of Christ is dolorous and grief Infusing- The music that broke through the midnight heavens was not a dirge, b ut anart* fchem. It shook joy over the hills. It not only dropped upon the shepherds, but it sprang upward among the thrones. The robe of a Saviour’s righteousness is not black. The Christian life is not made up of weeping and cross bearing and war waging. Through the revelation of that Christmas night I find that religion is not a groan b ut a song. In a world of sin and sick bed and sepulchers, wo must have trouble, but in the darkest night the heavens part with angelic song. Ypu may, like Paul, be ship-srrecked, b ut I exhort you to be of good cheer, for you shall all es cape safe to the land. Religion does not show itself in the elongation of the face and the cut of the garb. The Pharisee who puts his religion into his phylactery has none left for his heart. Fretfulness and complaining do not belong to the family of Christian graces which move into the heart when the- devil moves out, Christianity does not fro^vn upon amusements and recreations. It is not a cynic, it is not a shrew, it chokes no laugh-* ter, it quenches no light, it defaces no art. Among the happy, it is the happiest. It is just as much a t home on the playground as it is in the church. It is just as gmeeful in the charade as it is in the psalm book. It sings just as well in Surrey gardens as it prays in St. Paul’s. Christ died that we might live. Christ walked that we might aide. Christ wept that we might laugh. Again, my subject imp«*esses me with the fact that glorious endings sometimes have very humble beginnings. The straw pallet was the starting point, but the shout in the midnight sky revealed what would be the glorious consummation. Chi'ist on Mary’s lap, Christ on the throne of universal domin ion—-what an humble starting! what a glori ous ending 1 Grace begins on a small scale in the heart. You see only men as trees walk ing. The grace of God in the heart is a fee ble spark, and Christ has to keep both hands over it lest it be blown out. What an hum ble beginning! But look a t that same man when he has entered heaven. No crown able to express his royalty. No palace able to ex press his wealth. No scepter able to express his power and his dominion. Drinking from the fountain that di’ips from the everlasting Rock. Among the harpers harping with their harps. On a sea of glass mingled -with lire. Before the throne of God, to go no more out forever. The spark of grace, that Christ had to keep both hands over lest it come to extinction, having flamed up into honor and glory and immortality. W hat humble starting! What glorious consumma tion! “ a s a GRAIN OP MUSTARD SEED.” The New Testament church was on a small scale. Fishermen watched it. Against the uprising walk crashed infernal enginery. Thei world said anathema. Ten thousand people rejoiced at every seeming defeat, and said: “Aha! aha! so we would have it.” Martyrs &n fire cried: “How long, 0 Lord, ho-w long?’ Very humble starting, but seethe difference a t the consummation when Christ with his almighty arm has struck off the last chain of human bondage and Himalaya shall be Mount Zion, and Pyrenees, Moriah, and! oceans the walking place of him who trod, fche wave cliffs of stormed Tiberias; and island shall call to island, sea to sea, conti nent to continent, and the song of the woidd’s; redemption rising, the heavens like a great, sounding board shall strike back the shout of salvation to the earth until it rebounds again, to the throne of God, and all heaven rising on their thrones beat time with their scep ters. Oh, what an humble beginning! W hat a glorious ending! Throne linked to a man ger, heavenly mansions to a stable. My subject also impresses me with the effect of Christ’s mission up-svard and downward. Glory to God, peace to man. When God sent his Son into the world angels discovered something new in. God, something they had never seen before. Not power, not wisdom,, not love. They knew all that before. But when God sent his Son into this world then the angels saw the spirit of self denial in God, tho spirit of self sacrifice in God. It is easiei\ to love an angel on his throne than a thief on. the cross, a-seraph in his worship than an. adulteress in her .crime. When the angeki saw God—the God who wovdd not allow the most insignificant angel in heaven to be h urt —give up his Son, his Son, his only, only Son, they saw something that they had never thought of before, and I do not wonder that when Christ started out on that pilgrimage the angels in heaven clapped their wings in triumph and called on all the hosts of heaven to help thenT celebrate it, and sang so loud that the Bethlehem shepherds heard it: “Glory to God in the highest.” But it was also to be a mission of peace to man. Infinite holiness—accumulated deprav ity. How could they ever come togeth^l The Gospel bridges over the distance.. I t brings God* to us. It takes us to God. God in us, and we in God. Atonement! Atonement! Justice satisfied, sins forgiven, eternal life secured, hoaveu built on a manger. But it was alsfo to be the pacification of all individual and international animosities. What a sound this word of peace had in that Roman empire that boasted of the number of people it had massacred, that prided itself on the th^t rejoised at the trembling provinces. Sicily, and Corsica, and Sardinia, and Macedonia, and Egypt had bowed to her sword and crouched a t the cry of her war eagles.\ She gave her chief honor to Scipio and Fabius and Caesar—all men of blood. What contempt they must have had there for the penniless, unarmed Christ in the garb of a Nazarene, starting out to conquer all nations. There never-was a place on earth where that word peace sounded so offensively to the ears of the multitude as in the Roman empire. They did not -want peace. The greatest music they ever heard was the clanking chains of their captives. If all the blood that has been shed in battle could be gathered together it would upbear a navy. Th© club that struck Abel to the earth has its echo in the butcheries of all ages. Edmund Burke, who gave no wild statistics, said that thM’e had been spent in slaughter thirty-five thousand mtlltons of dollars, or what would be ^ u a l to that; but he had not seen into our times, when in our >wn day, in America, we exj^nded three thousand millions of dollars in civil war. AUMTiea OF THE FRINCS OF PEACE. Ob» if \W8 could now take our position on some high point and see the world’s armies march past! What a spectacle it would be! There go th© hosts of Israel through a score of Red seas—one of water, the rest of blood. There go Cyrus and his army, with infuriate yell rejoicing over th© fall of the gates of Babylon, There goes Alexander leading forth his hosts and conquering all th© world but .himself, the earth reeling with the battle gsish of Arbela and Persep^lis. There goes Ferdinand Cortes, leaving his butchered ene mies on the table lands once fragrant \with vanilla and covered over with groves of flow ering cacao. There goes the great French man, leading Ins army down through Egypt, like one of its plagues, and up through Rus sia, like one of its own icy blasts. Yonder is the grave trench under the shadow of Se bastopol, There are the ruins of Delhi and Allahabad, and yonder are the inhuman Se poys and the brave regiments under Have lock avenging the insulted flag of. Brit ain; while cut right through the heart of my Qatiye land is a trench in which there lie one million northern, and southern dead. Oh, the tears! Oh, the blood! Oh, the long marches! Oh, the hospital wounds! Oh, the m artyrdom ! Oh, the death I But bright er than the light which flashed on all these swords and shields and musketry is the light that fell on Bethlehem, and louder than the bray of the trumpets, and the neighing of the chargers, and the crash of the walls, and the groaning of the dying armies, isth© song that unrolls this moment from the sky, swept as though all the bells of heaven rung a jubilee, “Peace on earth, good will toward men.” Oh, when Will the day come—God hasten it!— when the swords shall be turned into plow shares, and the fortrei^es shall be r«nodeled into churches, and the men of blood battling for renown shall become good soldiers of Jesus Christ, and the cannon now striking down whole columns of death shall thunder the victories of the tri^h. MANY \WILL BE SAVED. When we think of the whole woi'ld saved, we are apt to think of the few people that now inhabit it. Only a very few compared with the populations to come. Add what a small pare cultivated. Do you know i t has'been authentically estimated that three-fourths of Europe is yet all barrenness;, and that nine hundred and ninety-one one-thousandth part of the entire globe is uncultivated? This is all to be ctiltivated, all inhabited and all gos- pehzed. Oh, what teal’s of repentance when nations begin to weep! Oh, what supplica tions when continents begin to pray! Oh, What rejoicing when homisph^es begin to sing! Churches will worship on the places where this very hour smokes the blood of human sacrifice, and wandering thi’ough the snake infested jungles of Africa, Christ’s heel wiU bruise the serpent’s head. Oh, when th© trumpet of salvation shall be sounded everywhere and the nations are redeemed, a light will fall upon every town brighter than that which fell upon Bethlehem, and more overwhebnmg than the song that fell on the pasture fields where the flocks fed, there -will be a song louder than the voice of the storm lifted oceans, “ Glory to God in the highest,” and from all nations and kindi’ed and people and tongues will come the response, “And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!” On this Christmas day I bring you good tidings of gi’eat joy. Pardon for all sin, comfort for aU trouble, and life for the dead. Shall we now take this Christ into our hearts? The time is passing. This is the closing of the year. How the time speeds by. Put your hand on your heart—one, two, three; three times less it will beat. \Life is passing like gazelles oyer the plain. Sorrows hover like petrels over the sea. Death swoops like a vulture from the mountains. Misery rolls up to our ears like waves. Heavenly songs fall to us like I wish you a merry Christmas, not with wordly dissipations, but merry with Gospel gladness, merry with j^-doned sin, merry with hope of reunion in the skies with all your loved ones who have preceded you. In that grandest and best sense a mrarry Christ- And God grant that in our final moment we may have as bright a vision as did the dying girl when she said: “Mother”—point ing with her thin white hand through the window—“mother, what is that beautiful land out yonder beyond the mountains, the high mountains?” “Oh,” said the mother, “my darling, there are no mountains within sight of our home.” “Oh, yes,” she said, “don’t you see them—that beautiful land be yond the mountains out there, just beyond the high mountains?” The mother looked down into the face of her dying child and said: “My dear, I think that must be heaven that you see.” “\Well then,” she said, “father, you come, and -with your strong arms carry me over those moun tains, into that beautiful land beyond the high mountains.” “No,” said the weeping father, “my darling, I can’t go with you.” “Well,” said she, clapping her hands, “never mind, never mind; I see yonder a shining One coming. He is coming now, in his strong arms to carry me over the mountains to the beautiful land—over the mountains, over tiie high mountains I” Is Consumption. Incurable? Read tbie folio-wing; Mr. O.'H. Morris, Newark, Ark., • says: “Was down -with abscess o f lungs, and friends and physi cians pronounced me an Incurable Con sumptive. Began taking Dr. King’s New Discovery for Consumption, am now on m y third bottle, and am able to oversee the work on m y farm. It is the finest medicine ever made.” Jesse Middlewart, Decatur, Ohio, says: “Had it not been for Dr. King’s New Discovery for Consumption I would have died o f Itmg troubles. Was given up by doctors. Am now in best of health.” Try it. Sample bottles free at H umphrey & F orman ’ s Drug Store, No. 388 Main Street. mwf&w—5 Bennie—Mamma, do people reaUy buy babies ? Mamma—Of course, child, of course. Run out n ow and play. Bennie (in a brown study)—Then w h y is it, mamma, that poor people b uy more of ’em than anybody else.______ When Baby was sick, we gave her Cuatoria. When ihe wat a Child, she eried £< m * Casterla, When she became Miss, she clung to Csstoria, When she had Chlldzen, she gave then OaWoria. Bad Boy (getting in a body blow)— There, take that! Good Boy (folding his arms w ith a saintly expression>—No, Tommy, I ,will not hit you hack because I promised mother that I would never strike a play mate, hut (kicking him in the stomach) how do you like that ? Ad\vlce to Mothers. ITiNSLOiyr’s S< dren teething, is 1 __ ^ ______ . one o f the b est female m u ses and phy sicians in the Dnited States, and h a sh ^ n sold for forty years w ith never-failin g success by millions o f mothers for their — 4.1 -------- ijjggg teeth- e. It relieves pain, cures dysentery and diarrhoea, griping in the bowels and ■wind-cohe. By giving health to the child it rests the mother. Price 2 5 c . a bottle. mvrfs&wlmyylO Temperance Reformer—Do you smoke cigarettes, m y dear h oy ? Boy—^No, sir; b'at that slim chap over there does, an’ he’ll treat if y e ask him. ^ Adversity often stififens np the moral character. The angleworm n ever knows what it is to have any backbone a t all till h e swallows the fish hook. A METRICAL MEDLEY. W inter Is Com ing. I know that Winter’s co33iing fast, Tbe sbortening day, tbe early night, The zephyr chased by colder blast, The -woods adorned with colors bright. The squirrel chattering ’mongst the b0Ugll3| Tbe empty bird’s nest in tbe \tree The need of fires in the house, Are signs of Winter sure to me. Another sign that never fails, And one a -wise man always notes, ^ Is that which now your nose assails— The smell of camphor on overcoats. —Lawrence American. Before me forests spread, somberly glooming, But -touched with sunset light; Behind, the mountain’s umbrage grandly loom ing ‘ Uprises, height on height. The far-off water placidly lies dreaming Beneath its vail of m ist; And mighty cliff and massive coign are seeming Tinted -with amethyst. Do-wn-ward sweet cadences the pines are send ing, And all their murmurous kin; Dreamily floating up comes softly blending The laughter of the lin. Eed burns the sumach; by the brookside bloom- i ing Thepurble asters nod; And like the bash in Horeb, -unoonsuming, Flames out the goldea-rod. Peace—peace and rest, in sunshine and in Shadow ; Sweet sounds the jay’s shrill cry; And drowsily on mountain and in meadow The cricket’s lullaby. Benign as evening’s dewy benediction Unto the sun-smit plain, Softly beguiling as a dream’s sweet fiction Upon the couch of pain. ^ This healing balm, and gracious chrism suffus* Tired brain and aching breast; And life, i t s weariness and sadness losing. Seems lapsing into rest. Father, we thank thee, not for labor ended, But cheered \with Mnd surcease; Grant us at last thy rest and service blended' lu perfect, endless peace. —Bev. Trueman S. Perry, in Advance. . The Modern Photograph. The impression is quite general That people are to-day More highly intellectual Than in ages passed away; But the notion i\s erroneous • I am steadfastly con-vinced, And I think a retrogression Has been recently e-riuced. Now, we have some strange conceptions As -to ways of dress j^nd walk, And the strangeness is extendi^ Even to ideas and talk; Things have turned so topsy-turvy. And are changing so of late That old-timers lose their bearings And can hardly navigate. There are many funny fancies— Some are fit to make one laugh— But the oddest is the fashion Of the latest photograph; Formerly they took your picture Front face, eyes upon a crack, Nowadays the proper caper Is to photograph yo'ar back. —Frank B. Welch, in Time. The Bonnet’s B e a u ty. The glory of a beauty’s bonnet, Which \Wins at sight our hearty praise^ / Is seen \within it, not upon it, It needs not daffodils nor daisies. ’Tis not the velvet, silk nor satin, Poised gracefully upon her head, ’Tis not the trimming “this or that in,” Nor blended blossoms white and red. That rich, attractive bonnet shining, “A thing of beauty” in the street Or church, is valued for its lining: A face that’s radiant and sweet. The admiration of a lover, Unklndled by the richest lace Or splendid plumes that wave above her, Is lit by her fair, winsome face. The heart beats quicker in the bosom Of one whose cheeks now red, now whit? Who’s thinking of the orange blossom, A fewrm of grace and eyes of light. He thinks of a bright arch of roses. Where plighted lovers soon will stand; And when the ceremony closes No happier paA- will grace the land. The glory of a beauty’s bonnet \Which wins at sight our hearty praises. Is seen -within it, not upon it, It needs not d ^ odils nor daisies. *-Geo^ge W. Bungay, in Ridley’s Fashion Mag Blue as a farmer’s antique overalls The golden day waxes to a purple hush. The western cloudlets like boiled lobsters blush. The shanghais caper up the button balls. While crickets chirp along the old stone walls, Amd drops of dew like perspiration gush Upon the tiger lily o’ tawny plush; Ttfe nightingale unto his fond mate calls. The whip-poor-will is screeching in the lea, While night in darkness all the scene un* j folds, * Starting the katydid upon the bough. And now the farmer lad appears, care free— Her red tail like unto grim death he holds And -with a bay-rake agitates tbe cow. —Mobile Register. . T h e S e c r e t . 1 have he&rd a fearful s ecret: • To the Shah I will not tell i t ; I will hide it from my sweetheart. From my merry, dear companions. When they ask. This it is: The clod I trample Was the skull of Alexander, And the waters of tbe ocean In tbe veins of baugbty princes Once ran red. And tbe dust clouds of tbe desert Were the lips of lovely women: YSTiere are they, and they whokissedthem? Power dies, and beauty passes— Naught aoides. Where is Jamshyd, and his beaker? Solomon, and \where his mirror? Which of all the wise professors ' Kno\wswhenKau6 andJamshydflourished- Who can tell? They were mighty, yet they -vanished; Names are all they left behind them: Glory first and then an echo; d S i i s stm . Oh, my Shah, ask not my secret I Sweetheart, I must bide i t from you I They who hear it are not merry: Power dies, and beauty passes— Naught abides. —W. R. Thayer, In Atlantiev . D iluted Pleasure. , They were sitting at the counter of the famous oyster-house, * And the steaming hot aroma from the plun- pave a thrill of keenest pleasure to the sense of ■ all but one, < He was sitting at the end as grim as thunder. “What’s the \trouble Colonel Rubbles?” asked his neighbor on tbe left. ; “Why don’t you eat your luncheon?” was the / question; fT never eat a limcheon,” was the surly, sharp^ reply, I *T just inhale the odor. (Indigestion!)” —Judge.. j* Uew Yoi’ls; and Massactnisetts. . . tewK5»o&>io»o<»cowwcoco05^^ Pass. Mixed. F c o i ; 5 5 5 : 5 :' S S G : |: ; F > F s i ; : § 5 ! g : J g F J ’ Pass^ Pass. ■ i l l l f t fiiiriifrPifff ‘ s Mixed. ^ w w j wwri5.; rf.; • e5 05 05 C5C505C50 w w t ^ ^ K ew D iirgli, D u tciiess and Con- uecticiit Bailroad. Taking effect Dec. 1st, 18S9. GOING BAST. GOING WEST. STATIONS.' 6 11 6 21 P. M.A. M. 5 47 9 54 9 58 10 01 10 3 10 44 J0 4T J 47 11 6 53 11 06 6 11 11 7 08| 11 7 11 40 7 27 11 46 7 34 11 r 12 C ■ l i i 12 £ 12 4 P. M.1P. M ^ 6 ! 9 5i;Clove Br’cb. 10 00 Artbursf 10 12i.LaGrani 10 20;..Bi 7 M 11 17l-.Verbank.. 11 29’.. Coffin’s... 11 41 .Millbrook. 12 04 .Shunpike, 12 19 ..B a n g a ll. 12 32'stiss’g June 12 47| .Attlebury. 1 09 Pine Plains 1 16!.. .B e thel... 1 32,Shekomeko 1 42 . . . Busted .. 1 50 .Wincbells. 6 2 08 .Millerton.. 6 ........... P. M. lAr. Le. A. M.| a . M. 4 56’ 4 36 4 29 4 17 3tern Eaili.i*au». The Sunday Milk Train leaves Dutchess Junc tion at 9:50 A. M., and arrives atMiilerton atl:04 P. M. C. L. KIMBALL, Supt. jJEALER III IJnder most circumstances useful ^presents are to be preferred, g o in your Christmas shopping Jl^emember to call on us for ^ v e r so many things, suitable for ’ 1j)'y©ry one of the family circle, jpor cold weather is approaching and goon there will be snow, ice and sleet, ]JJnless this winter proves an exception. I^ven now warm and water-proof foot— J^essens tbe chance of taking cold. is the seasonable time, then, !J!o purchase for tbe holidays a gelection from our stock of Shoes and Rubbers. Elmer D. Gildersleeve, 814 MAIN ST. HIGK0F8 Music Store, 342 M ain S teibt , POUGtHKEEPSIB, N. Y . Steinway & Sons’ Pianos,, J. H. HICEOK. Weber Pianos, \J. H. HICKOK. Estey Fianos. J. H. HICKOK. Hallet ^ Bayis Pianos,. J. H. HICKOK. ^Belir Brothers Pianos, J. H. HICKOK. W ILCOX & W H ITE OB&ANS, MASON & H A M L IN OMGANS,, E S T E Y ORGANS, ■ STO R Y C L A R K ORGANS. ^ J.H. HICKOK. May 30—d&w ‘T -
