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Eriflm rived akespeare Ux, will be many, is Method of Enforâ€" rders. ch pumpe on E:mnbled Nera ng. & _ band of armed t the women anda ind cursed therm in lonaries were soeâ€" om _ authoritative issoon as possible. pson intend to reâ€" [or the present. of No. iOOâ€"Eâ€".TE lly worth $200 * suddeniy acâ€" it proeseats Â¥8 the euâ€" re of Mre. rmeriy of C in Caaâ€" sebery . this d to dA some ight and wher d Mrs. Oppenâ€" ind showed the "ro could catch threw to bim, â€"Nero, a CGreat am Oppeube of No. 160 E::‘ 1 Legs â€" Jatled ‘oal. GED, _let her $80G 0 caught that. 12 is Miss SK ATING. rC â€"A lettar M, A ter ego â€" Them King â€" nd DoiJars OM FFZ. E FORT Om this JDV OJ TD $5 BILLS. hich he said from frees ith rolls of Phe founa strapped to Geo. Cohen, Ohb, God, we sendiog . the & but they are uilcher; T man. _ Jncob VW P | h we 0 t t KiALA WrT. dealers tole it." leve in rrv the Baitie Alivco Jail to steallin s H efor= he t MissyOnArLes at Fe:, the 4 \â€""(!’. W (» 0.â€"Jox rcak NN L e present in the H Li ge guests IF e had vith 1B M E40 ib be ald lan 4‘ Such â€" cases as these tell better than mere words the power of Dr. Williams‘ Pionk Pills. They cure all constitutionalt weakness because they go right to the root of the trouble and build up the blood. That is why they never fail to cure rheuâ€" matism, lumbago, kidrey and liver troubles, headaches, backaches, inâ€" digestion, biliousness and all other bilood diseases. Sold by all dealers or sent post paid at 30 cents a box or six boxes for $2.50, by writing direct to the Dr. Williams‘ Medicine Co., Brockvifle, Ont. Substitutes are sometimes offered, but you can aliâ€" ways protect yourself by seeing that the full name _ "Dr. Wlllla.uF Pink ‘‘Mli« for Pale People" is printed on the wrapper around every box. That is Why Some People Cannot Get id of a Cough, and Why it Devâ€" clops Into Consumption. The Iuogs are just like any other portion ot the bodyâ€"they need a constant supply of pure, rich blood i~ keep them sound and strong. IH the lungs are not strong they are unable to resist disease, and that is the reason why an apparently simâ€" ple cold â€" clings until the patient. wrows weaker and weaker and finâ€" ally fills a consumptive‘s grave. Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills never fail to strengthen the lungs, because they wmake the new, rich red biood which «lone can do this work. The most emphatic proof that Dr. Williams‘ Pinok Pills reâ€"build the lungs and cnure _ consumption in â€"its â€" earlier stages, is given in the case of Miss Bianche â€" PDurand, of St. Edmond, (Que. Miss Durand says: "In the month of September, 1901, 1 was visiting at the home of an uncle at L1Assomption. One day we were out boating I got my feet wet _ and caught coid. The cold seemed to cling to me and when I_returned hbome about the énd of September, I was quite ill. I was quite feverish, we. as little by little, the cough seemed to exhaust me. I began docâ€" toring, but did not get any, better, and in January, 1902, the doctor told me that my lungs were alfeceted, and that I was in consumption. At this time a frierd who had come to see me, advised me to try Dr. Wilâ€" liams‘ Hink Pills, and, I sent for six boxes. The pills soon began to help me. as little ty little, the cough grew iess severe, my appetite became better, my streagth returned, and 1 began to have a healthy color. I used eight boxes of the pills, and was then fully recovered. I am sure that Dr. Williams‘ Pink Pills saved my, life and [ shall always speak grateâ€" fwily of them. ! found him lying in bed in one of tho upper rooms of the cottage with his wife etanding by his side. His eyes were feverishly bright, and ti«> hand he let me take felt dry aivd withered. He said nothing when | asked him how he was, but stared me intently while his wife spoke. "He wanted to see you, Mr. Mande, Just while he felt a little better ind able to speak," said she, "to toll you how sorry he is for the foolâ€" «m and dreadful thoughts he had alout you when he did not know tie« true atato of the case, and when hs head was rather dizzy because be had lived somewhat carclessiy, yz know." is Due to Poor and Watery Blood. m»e ol the fierce and purposeless *irmishes wheh seem to nave been the enly occupation worth mentionâ€" ing of the Highland gentiemen of those times. When I returned home saw Babiole‘s shadow through the blind of the little room where her huskand‘s bodiy was lying. It was louw past my dinner hour, and I was «» _ beutishly hungry that 1 felt thankfui that ncither of the unbhappy kulles was present to be disgusted with my mountain appetite. 1 had «carcely risen from table when Ferâ€" guson informed me that Mrs. Elimer bad sent Tim to beg me to come to the eottage to see her husband, who «he feared was dying. Remembering the poor wretch‘s ghastly and bhagâ€" waord appearance when we found him, 1 ware, not surprised; nor conld 1. knowing the fate that might be in store for him l ho lived, be sorry that his miseraâ€" hie life would in all probability end poacefully now. down what little space there: was io the _ room, ustil the four walls could contain mo no wrger. Then _ for an hbour I wandered about the forest, climbed ip to the top of a rock which overâ€" kakel the Dee and the Braemar rowd!, and came back in the moonâ€" light by the shell of old Knock Casatle, from which, three hundred years ago, Jamew Gordon went forth to fight for \!= kinsman and neighbor, the Baron * Braiokiey, and fell by his side in | remained in the study for Do;ne lime, a prey to the most vioient exâ€" citement, in which the emotions of wriel amt remorse struggled valoly cuinst the intoxicating belicft that Babiole loved me. I strode wn and LUNG WEAKNESS cup of happinzéed to the brem; M&Ww had died eariy that morning. l I was sincerely thank{ul that the | wnfortunate man had slipped so easily !ourt of the chain of troubles he had | forged for himself, since, as L expectâ€" | ed, intelligence of the affair had alâ€" | ready got abroad, and two police ofâ€" . Ticers from Aberdeen â€" came â€" down | early in the afternoon, and were folâ€" | Jlowed soon after by an official of the | asylum from which Ellimer had made < his escase. I suppose that Fabian‘s death, the terrible â€"circumstances _ which surâ€" rounded it, and the barrier they formed between mysell and Babicie, combined to make me more sensitive than of old. it is certain that, popuâ€" lar opinion, about iwhich I had never before cared one straw, now began to affect me strangely ; that my soliâ€" tude became loneliness, and although the old wanderâ€"{ever burned in m Then there were inquiries to be held, and a great deal of elaborate fuss and formality to be gone through before the bodies of my poor friend and his crazy assailant could be laid quietly to rest. I sent the two widowed ladies away to Scarâ€" borough to recover from the effects of the torturing interrogatories of highâ€"dried Seotch functionaries, and gave myself{ up to a week of the most dismal wretchedness ILever reâ€" member to have endured, until the half dogen judicial individuals â€" who questioned me at various times, and in various ways, concerning details, { most of which I was entirely igâ€" norant, succeeded in reducing me .o a â€" state of _ abject imbecility in which I _ answered â€" whatever they pleased, and went very near to imâ€" plicating myselfâ€"in the double catâ€" astrophe which was the subject of the inquiry. A tragic occurrence must always have for the commonplace mind an element of mystery ; if that elemert Is not alfor®ded by the cirâ€" cumstances of (he case, it must be introduced by conjecture and ingeniâ€" ous crossâ€"questioning of witnesses. Therefore, when at last inquiry was ended, and victim and assailant were both buried in Glenmuick churchyard amid the stolid interest of a little crowd of Highland women and chilâ€" dren, I found that J had become the object of morbid curiosity and horror as the central figure of what had already become a very ugly story.. It was an impossible question for me to answer, and I was thank{ful that the dyving man‘s ears caught the sound of footsteps on the stairs, which diverted his attention from me and gave me an opportunity to esâ€" cape. Outside the door I met Baâ€" biole, who flitted past me quickly as I went down. I saw no more of the ladies that night, for both stayed at the cottage. But next day when Ferguson came to my room he inâ€" [ormed me that the poor fugitive had died eariv that morning. * Then, which of _ us two cuhgt to be the most grateful nowâ€"I for your lending me a roo{f to die uwnder, or you for my bringâ€" ing back to youw the woman you were a fool to let go before." ‘"Never. One can‘t be a man seven years to be a scoundrel the eighth, Mr. Ellimer." lately _ on _ Crhigendarroch through the forest you have told her so ?" "And she says I was mad! Perhaps so. But I was mad to soma purpose if I shot the right man." "Yes." He gave a nod of satisfaction, and ]oqke(lA contemptuously at his wife. Mr. Ellimer, after one or two vain attempts to answer, got back voice enough to whisper huskily, with a dogged expression of faceâ€" was wrong then, I‘m right now. You‘ll marry her ?" Poor little woman! it was to her all my sympathy went, to this brave, energetic, fragile creature whose worst fauits were on the surface, and who, to this bitter shameful .end, valiantly worked with her busy skillâ€" ful hands, and made the best _ of everything. She looked so worn that all the good her late easy life had done her seemed to have disapâ€" peared ; and from shame at her husâ€" band‘s conduct, though her voice reâ€" mained bright and shrill, she did not dare to meet my eyes. (I went round to her, and held on> of her thin workâ€" worn hands as I spoke to her husâ€" band. "And yow tave persuaded him that I‘m not an ogre after all," L said cheerfully. "She says I was wrongâ€"that if Babiole was unbhappy, it was the fawlt ofâ€"the other one. â€" Well. if I e and never Every mother knows the constant care a little child requires, and to the young and inexperienced mother who is caring for her firse baby there is ng other period in her iife more trying. In the little ills that are cerâ€" tain to come to all infants and young children, the motherâ€"especially the young and inexpecienced motherâ€" rcarcely knows what to do. It is to moeet emergencies of this kind that Baby‘s Own Tablets are offered to all mothers. These Tablets are an abâ€" solute cure for all the minor ailments of Qittle ones, anit should constantiy be kept in every home where there are young children. Sickness comes quicklyâ€"with Baby‘s Own Tablets at hanrd the emergency is promptly met. Mre. R. H. Laliue, pfountain Ont., says: "I can recommend Baby‘s Own Tablets: to all mothers who have cross or delicate children. I do not know how I could get along without them.‘ . The Tablets are guaranteed free from opiates or harmf{ul drugs. and crushed to a powder may be adâ€" ministered with absolute safety to a rew boru babe. Sold by all drugâ€" gists or sent by mail at 25 cents a box by writing direct to the Dr. Wilâ€" Mams‘ Medicine Co., Brockville, Ont April. P. S.â€"Spring has done it. Surely never was such a spring since the hawthorn buds first burst on the hedges, and the pale green tips of the hart‘s tongue first peeped out of the fissures in the gray â€" rocks by the Gairn. It all came at once, too, sweet air and sunshine, and fresh bright green in the dark fringe of the larches. Yesterday 1 swear we were in the depths of as black and tkard a winter as ever killed the sheen in their pens, and splitting the parth with frost, caused great slabs of rock to fall from their place on Craignedurroch into tha pass beâ€" low : but this morning came Babiâ€" ole‘s letter, _ and â€" when I went out of the house with that little sheet of paper against my breast, i found that it was spring. She is back in England ; she "would be glad to see me ;" she "hopes I shall soon find some business to take me to London." I rathor think L shall© my portmanteau is packed indeed, _ my sandwichos are cut, the M@Â¥rse being harnessed. And I haven‘t a fear for But the winds blew more coldly than they used to do across the bleak moors, the mists are mor»e chilling than they used to be, and the troad lines of snow on Lochâ€" nagar, that I once thought a pretâ€" ty sight in the winter sun, look to me now like the pale fingers of a dead hand stretching down the _ mountain _ side, the taper points lengthening towards me day by day, even as the keen and nipping touch of a premature old _ age seems to threaten me as the new year creeps on, and the zest ofdife still seems dead, and like a foolish woman who neglects the pleasures within her reach to dream idly _ of those she cannot have, 1 sneak through the deserted rooms of the old cottage when the sinking of the sun has allowed me to be maudlin without loss of selflâ€"respect, and I won‘t answer for it that I don‘t see ghosts in the silent rooms. And, after all, what right has a man of neaply forty, and not even _ a decent looking one at that to ask for better comâ€" pany ! Poor little witeh ! Let her wake up to love and happiâ€" ness with whom sho will; after the [everish dream ofi disappointed hope which I unwittingly encouraged, 1‘ll not blame ter, and it will go bhard with me, but I‘ll bring a cheerful face to her second wedding, for a first love which has not burnt itself out, but has been extinguished at its height, leaves an inflammable sub stance very ready to ignite again on the earliest rensonable provocaâ€" tiom. And, as for me, 1 have Toâ€"to, Taâ€"ta, my books, and my pine woods, anc maybe the spring will bring me a better philosophy. o. . Aviiiatssctalih s s iB w c dui 9 484 c d c a o tA 1b I wrote a stupid letter to MJrs. Ellâ€" mer highly applauding her daughtor‘s action, and settlad myself down again to the bachelor life nature seems to have determined me for. I was less philosophical. So I dogâ€" gedly resolved to give up ali thoughts of roaming, lest my illâ€"dJsciplined feet should carry me where I was not wanted ; and, prosenting a respectful but _firm refusal to give up my lease of Larkhall to a certain great perâ€" sonage who had takon a fancy to it, I confess Icould have taken more calmly the burial of Larkhali and all it contained under an avalanche. That she could go like that, with no fareâ€" well but those few chilling words, on a jJourney, to an engagement to which she had ‘bound herself, so she said, for three years, was a shock s0o great that it stunned me. Toâ€"to and Taâ€"ta both knew ‘that night there was something wrong, and we sat, three speechless beasts, dolefually round the fire, without a rag of comfort between the lot of us. There was no use of writing ; she was gone ; besides, I waan‘t quite a serf, and if she had no more feeling than, that for me now that she was free, well at least she should not know that no louger, I began to feel that? the mountains oppressed me, and the prospects of being snowed up with my books and my beasts, as L had many times before, lowered in my horizon like a fear of imprisonmeat. i had heard nothing from Babiole ¢xcept through her mother, whose lotters were fSled . with © minuto accounts of the paralyzing effect her _ husband‘s death seemed to have _ had upon the © younger lady. These tidings struck me with dismay! I began to feel that I bad underâ€"estimated _ the effeet that such a shock would have on a keenly sensitive nature, and to fear that his tragic death had perhaps done more to reinstate Fabian in the place he had first held in her heart than years of penitent dercâ€" tion could have done. This conjecâ€" ture became. aimost convietion when, just as I had found a pretext on which to visit the ladies, I reâ€". ceived a letter from Babiole her-i self, which «truck all my hopes and plans to the ground. It was writâ€" ten in such a constrained manner that _ the carefullyâ€"chosen expresâ€" sions of gratitude and alfection sounrded cold and formal; while the purport of the letter stood out as precise and clear as a sentence of death to me. She was going away. She found it impossible to impose longer upon my gencerosgity. and she A MOTHEIYS CARE Our world is largely what we make it. Destiny, environment,. hereditary tendencyâ€"these things sink into inâ€" significance beneath the power of our wili and the possibliities within our souls. The uaiverse with ali its riches, all its privileges, all its joys, is ours for the getting. It waits to be conquered, but it waits for the master hand. Formidable, indeed, is everything _ worth while to the Fearful, to the Doubtful, to the Weak in Spirit. To these every obâ€" stacle is magnilied. To the Brave in Heart there are no obstacles. They wade through them and use them as stepping stones. They are imâ€" pelled by hopeâ€"begot of their faith. They are sustained by courageâ€"beâ€" got of their hope.. They have strength and enduranceâ€"begot _ of their cqurage. Therefrom emanateos success. And therein lies the antiâ€" dote for worry. "Why, I don‘t know the first thing about music." "Why, I hear eet al} around zat you ‘play second fiddle <y0 your Misuuderstood the Idiom. Baltimore Heraid. "Mr. Henpecque, let me introduce you to the Count De Dippee." _ "Ah, ett eez ze honor to meet a musiclan. I hear, sar, zat you an‘ your family play ze music." wife !" vs, PThey are expended or restricted by the boundaries of our souls. _ ‘The beauty of nature is not intrinsic. It Mluctuates‘ according to our sensiâ€" tiveness. Last week we revelled in the beauty of a landscape. _ Toâ€"day we look upon it as commonplace. Toâ€" morrow it will be sublime. It is so with conditions that _ should yield content and happiness. Toâ€"day the firmament of our homs is leaden. The gorgeous tints oi _ yesterday have faded. Even the star of hope is obscurec. In all the world there is not one whom we can call our friena. Every man‘s hand is lilted against us; every man‘s voige is raised to censure. God Himsel! has lorgotten us. The injustice, the bitterness,. the uselessness of _ ail weigh upon us with mighty oppresâ€" sion. If we are men,. we despair. If we are women we weep. All beâ€" cause our foeasing apparatu® is out ol gear. All because that delicate internal mechanism which makes for each bis individral heaven or hell is temporarily disarranged. The cause for worry lies within oftener than without. Not the outâ€" er _ so much as the inner conditions regulate _ our _ living. Happiness, beauty, contentâ€"these _ things are beyond the incidents of _ conditions and people and events. They are in Is it ail sunshine we wish? Then what of the crops ? Is it all joy we wish ? Then the quality of our joy were cheapened. It is with sufferâ€" ing and sorrow _ we sound the dopths that let our joys sink deep. It is when darkness falls that we catch the splendor of the stars. It is when man forsakes that we reâ€" alize the divine loyalty of God. Out «¥XÂ¥ Nazareth came Christ, the Pure in Heartâ€"Nazareth the poor, the wicked, the despised. And out of Nazareth good still comes. Out of every evil some good thing may be drawn, *with effect more positive and lasting because of its origin. With every _ affliction there is a blessing. With every trial there is a benefit. For every _ heartache that does . not imbitter there is a heartâ€"throb that soothes and gladdens. The law of nature is selfâ€" justifying. It is the Jlaw of comâ€" ponsation. Why neea we worry ? Most of us have discovered that we do not get nothing for something. Every effort counts. _ ‘Phere never was a struggle without a victory, though it may not have been the sort of victory â€" for _ which we â€" struggled. There never was a meanness doue but that the perpetrator suffered from the rebound. There yever was a crime committed but that the crimâ€" inal paid its penalty. Days, months, years may elapseâ€"but the reckonâ€" ing is inevitable. Nature is an exâ€" pert accountant. She never errs. On all excess she levies a tax, and we must pay. For honest endeayor she makes an allowance, and she must pay. The coin is not always a man‘‘s choosing. We may struggle for riches ; and find content ; for fame an@ win love ; for caste and win char ‘ter. They who plod anrd go down b;y the wayside are not wholly comfortless. Rometimes the comfort is greater than the goai. Nor does the crimâ€" inal who escapes the noose evade the eye of nature‘s law. His peace of mind pays the death penalty a thouâ€" sand times; and the shrivelling of his soul is the price of his sin. backs do break beneath their burâ€" dens. It is because they struggle and rebel and will not adjust themâ€" selves. It is because they resist rather than coâ€"operate with the laws of the universe, which distriâ€" butes joys and sorrows accordiag to rule: "Some days must be dark â€" and dreary. Into: each life some There is a knack about bearing crosses lightly. It is born of good cheer and good sense and good will. No _ cross is ever too broad for the back it falls upon. _ Yet To weare poetry out of afflicâ€" tion; to find the hidden blessing in every trial; to gain patience and enduring power from suffering ; to carve character out of crosses â€"therein lies the secret of your true philosopher, _ and . therefrom gush the_ springs of happiness. DE oR SE TT PC OEC. 4% JS &n CpIQ, It is sublime. It is the keynote on which the woman who worries may tune her harp for every dayâ€"and there will never be a discord, comâ€" ments an enthusiastic woman writâ€" er, who adds : Goethe said he never had an afâ€" fliction that he d@l not turn into a poem. Which bit of sunshine philâ€" osophy is worth all the poems Goethe ever wrote. It is an epic. 2444444 444444444444 BUHIHHHEbEAHbAARAOEHHORtObHIHEx the end now ; the embers are warm in her heart for me, me to set glowâ€" ing. The great personage may have the lease of Larkhall at her pleasure; Toâ€"to and Taâ€"ta, and the rest of my sme&ll househoid must fly with me to a warmer home in the south. For my exile is over, and I am reconciled to my kind. Bablole wants me ; God bless Don‘t Worry. ONTARIO ARCHIVEsS TORONTO END. rain must fall." we wish ? Then Is it all joy we Dr. Chase‘s‘ Syrup of Linseed and Turpentine is far more than a cough remedy. It cures the cold as well as loosening and casing the cough. It takes the pains out‘ of the bones and reaches the very seat of the disease when there is pain and tightness in the chest. It would not be too much! to say that Dr. Chase‘s Syrup of Linsced _ and ‘Turpentine bas saved thousands of people from pneumonia and consumption. Ther» It is easy to let a cold run on. You may say with others that you always let a cold take care ol itâ€" self. There is a danger of followâ€" ing this plan onee too often. At this season of the year the lungs seem to be unusually susceptible to discase, and before you suspect it pneumonia or _ consumption had seated itsell in your system. It is possible you have tried the cough mixtures which druggists offer to their customers. These may do well enough for slight colds, tickling in the throat, but they are powerliess in the presence of serious disease. Until It Bevelops Into Pneumonia or Consumption â€"Easy to Cure a Cold if You Use EASY TO LET What the Churches Need to Do to Make Progress., It is true that the churches, on the whole, are out of touch with the times, behind the age and not in adâ€" vance as they shoud beâ€"their teachâ€" ings and their methods not in adjustâ€" ment with the needs and demands of the everyday life of creryday men. If the churches confessedly fail, as they do, to reach the masses ; if atâ€" tendance is falling ofi and intorest in religion declining, it is not that men ind women are growing harder, more unbelieving and â€" materialistic, not that they feoel less the need of epiritual guidance and uplift than in former days, but chiefly because they do not find the needed uplift and guidarce in the religious service as it is now administered in many of the churches. They find there instead too much conventionality, too much inâ€" _ _ Inr cheese last year, with all the worlki against her in open competiâ€" tion. Canada exported and sold to Great Britain 55.5 per cent. of the total of the importations ol that product to the Old Country. In value Canadian exports of cheese to Great Briiain have increased Trom $13,000,000 in 1896 to $19,600,090 odd during the twelve months ended June last. _ During the same periodl Dominion butter exports to the motherland have grown from $893,â€" 000 to #5,459,300, while Canadian exports ol butter to Great Britain in 1895 were worth only $536,797. Bacon Trade. In 1890 Canada exported to Great Britain only $645.360 worth of baâ€" con, hanms, and pork, but during the last fiscal year, 1901â€"2, ‘of the total value of these articles, $12,457,863, the Old Country took $12,365,131 worth. In the former year Grear Britain purchased $9,372,212 worth of cheesc from Canada ; this year of a total of $20,696,951 _ produced she secured _ $19,620,239 _ worth. In 1890 Canada sofd to the motherâ€" Fast Forging Anecead. Of the total imports of butter inâ€" to the United Kingdom six years ago, Canada contributed only .46 per cent., last year she sent 4.23 per cent. While Canadian exports of â€" butter between 1895 and 1902 have inâ€" creased in bulk the price has risen by 18.70 per cent., so that last seaâ€" son‘s increase in price applied to the quantity exported is equal to an inâ€" crease of $772,667 over business of the season of 1901. The developâ€" ment in the export of butter has been .the outcome ol cold storage, the present _ system introduced by the Hon,. Sydney tisher, and operatâ€" ed under the supervision of the Doâ€" minion Commissioner of Agricuiture and Dairying, being a vast improveâ€" ment upon that of his predecessor. A direct steamship service has been begun between Canada and %outh Africa, which cannot fail to stimuâ€" late the Gevelopment of trade in that direction. A splendid market exâ€" ists in South Africa for the products of our farims, forests, and fisherios : while manufactured articles of ali kinds are in demand there;, In view of the shipping facilities now, a(â€" forded it is hoped that Canadian proâ€" ducts wiil soon occupy a prominent position in the South Africa â€" marâ€" ket. DR. CHASE‘S SYRUP OF LINSEED AND TURPENTINE other Colonies "beyond the seas"; aud in dairy produce not only in point of quantity but especialily in that of quality she is on this or the other sido of the Atâ€" lantic. . The Hon. Bydney Fisher, an old Cambridge graduate, as Minister of Agriculture under two successive Governments, has in his own person demonstrated the force of the truâ€" ism that one thorough workman at the head is worth a regiment of theâ€" orists in the rear, however steep may be the hill up which the adminisâ€" trative load has to be moved. Not many years ago Canada was importâ€" ing some foods; toâ€"day she is the granary of Great Britain and her THE CHURCH AND PEOPLE Canada toâ€"day prosents an object leeson _ in _ progressive agriculâ€" tural development such as no other country can claim for its own, either Our Cheese Export. A COLD RUN ON. Dr. Chase‘s Byrup of Linseed and Turpentine. _ Remember this when buying, and insist on having Dr. Chase‘s‘; 25 cents a bottle. _ All deaiters, or Edmanson, Bates & Om. Don‘t take anything said to be "just as good."" There is no throat and Jlung ‘megiclne just as good as Nr. Donald Graham, No. 45 Galâ€" lendar â€" street, Toronto, states: "My boy, who is six years of age, was developing all the symptoms of pneumonia when we sommenced giving him Dr. Chase‘s Syrup of Linâ€" seed and Purpentine. It very quickâ€" Iy checked the advance of disease, and in a few days ho was as well as ever, and is now, going to schoot regularly. I have now great faith in this valuable remedy, and shall recommend $t to my friends. is not a village of hamlet in Canâ€" ada where _ this famous family treatment is not recognized as # most unusually effective cure _ for croup, bronchitis, asthma, coughs aixl colds. "Quietly ?" Why, she went like a lamb. People in the street didn‘t even suspect that it was anything but an ordinary fight." Baltimore News. "And when you went to discharge the cook, she took it quietly ?" The churches have a vast aprount of wealth in hand or at their comâ€" nmand ; they have numerical streagth; they have an enormous aggregate of social and intellectual resources ; if to all this aggregation of power they will add the influence coming from a readjustment of their methods tg) the thoughts, desires, amd needs of the world toâ€"day, to modern social, inâ€" dustrial, and roligious conditions, among the rich and the poor alike, there are no evils to overcome, no good to be accomplished, to which they may not prove more than equal. â€"Leslie‘s Weekly. The intending settier is, likewise, warned against putting his trust in, and above all entrusting his money to, anybhody, however anparently reâ€" spectable, in the belief that they can confer any sapecial favors upon him which he cannot obtain himself on application to the officers of the Canadian Government, either at 17 Victoria street, London, England, or Ottawa, Canada. The officials of the Dominion Government are not tiet and bound with "red itape," and as there are 311,000,000 acres in Maniâ€" toba and the Northwest awaiting seltlement, Canada offers a beaw ideal home to the young of both sexes. 5 fistcnce upon things useless, outwore, and nonâ€"essential, too much that is abstract and thooretical and too Ltâ€" tle that is practical and trauly helpâ€" ful and inspiring. > er called before to the surplus poâ€" pulation _ of the overcrowded industrial _ cities and low ns of the motheriand, "Come over and help us,~ and the appeal ought not to fall on duil ears. No one able ant«g willing to work need stand idle a single hour after landing on Cauaâ€" dian soil, where the conditions of farming, catile, horse and hog raisâ€" Ing, poultry breeding, egg producâ€" tion, the manufacture of butter and cheese, and the cuitivation of fruits, both for the home and the old homsâ€" land markets, afford choice of selec= tion and ample diversity of culture to satisfy the most exacting. Intending _ settlers are â€" warned against purchasing agricultural imâ€" plements except in Canada, because {farming here requires special tools, and every necessity apocially adapted for this country can be purchased cheaper in Canada than elsewhere, hesides saving cost of ca rriage, which is a serious item. Unskilled Labor is so Scarce in the Dominion toâ€"day that owing to its vastness the wheat crop was only, with difficulty garnered, beâ€" cause there were barely enough helpâ€" ers to gather it. The harvest, indeed, was plenteous, but the laborers too few. Can anything more eloquently plead Canada‘s want or Great Briâ€" tain‘s opportunity than this object lesson ? Canada calls as she has nevâ€" Total Export of Goods of all kinds, the producs of Canada, to Great Britain, has risen from $09,032,466 in 1892 to $196,019,â€" 763 in 1902, The farmers of Canada have never been in a more prosperâ€" ous condition than they are toâ€" day, and mere figures are not reâ€" quired to prove thisâ€"to quote Sir Wilfrid Laurier‘s characteristically apt allusion on the subject, recentâ€" ly, "they have the proof in their pocâ€" kets and in their bank books." They, are making money on all sides, and dollar bills are rolling in as thick as the builets flew at Balaclava. . Another important item lies in the fact that the Canadian poultry, trade between Great Britain and the Dominior has grown from 811,« 000 to $218.549 in less than _ sixt years, while the y she ket $18,024,257 worth of wheat, $2,290,056 worth of fiour, and #1,.â€" 730,192 worth of oats. Taking bacon, hams, pork, Bbutter, choese, cattie, sheep, lambs, eggs, wheat, flour, oats, oatmeal, peas, and apples, durâ€" ing the last fiscal year, out of a total aggroegate value grown in and exported from Canada to $80,717.â€" 377, the markets of Great Britain purchased $74,286,868% worth, or UL9 per cent. land, $388 861 worth of wheat, 8521,+« 382 worth of flour, and $256,158 worth of oats ; this _ year gold Like a Lamb. the _ same mare worth of wheat, uk &3 «3