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24 THE SAN FRANCISCO CALL, SUNDAY, APRIL 1 1898 HOW TO SUCCEED AS A MINISTER. “] Believe a Pastor. '---By Dr. ZAT i= ministerial success? the attraction of a nor the awakening of adm tion for an ‘elegant preacher,” a“brilllant speak- er,” & * ndid orztor.” What is a minister? An embassador of Christ, be- seect en to be reconciled to God thr n. The success is to be red by the extent to which this omoted. » Spanish Government m recon uppose that t gent an embassador to Cuba to beseech the rebels to be at peace with Spain, dor was described as ant.” “very interest- to the rebels, and a in their rebel- ribed as success- nderstand it, s not ice of the ministry The young men to ressed are supposed to nomentous question They desire now rgestions that experi- to inexperience as a eir life work. vide themselves k as a preach- Neither one should the neglect of the ucceed in the for- il in the latter, or vice ke his efforts effective fon of God's truth the labor assiduously in ter is called - sermons to In this the first thing range of subjects. st has explicitly di- ‘Whatsoever I have com- 1.” To the point C us, this is S out m thelr way into the ure of all Bible teach- tive that the preach- »ne he is especially is the Christ. constant theme. to set forth his nished on the cross, nd to show that while he is Prophet, teacher, and King to rule atoning death that gh belteaing in him. n the cross of Christ implies forth of God's attributes as and faithful, man’s d it implies obliga- ve in and mmand- vangelical v given means al results—for ity. on of Christ’'s saving presented in reliance on , not in one's genius, and s @ saved and s Christ, the glory is opens the eyes, , and is, in the the spirit of hc ted that this preach- s av variety from 1lpit and produces a dull same- rmons. If hearers are for entertainme: alk of “the times, vith this criticism; ttend church to worship and be taught of Christ, they will ariety in the teaching, for in the ace from the opening through the Mosaic . the history of the Hebrews, of the prophets and all the t, Christ, the Savior, s through clearly 5 varied useful points about nd presentation of but most of these the many amiss have been and less ¥ influenced ions of their fel- dom of God. cardinal rule I can think of your Bible (the English on it for apt emphasize it comes to utter- 1g an eternal . more convincing, sticks rmly in the mind of the hearer, han any you can command. The tone of the preacher in his pulpit, in my opinion, should be positive. not We are not philoso- ding out things; we are exposi- ers tors of a revelation that settles things. When id, “I am the way, the truth, th no man cometh to the Father but by me,” ] he spoke positive h, which it is ‘our busin to echo. authors, poets and philosophers have the field of speculation and fmagi- nation. We, v brethren, give our- selves to another task. We are to di- rect human p ms, according to set- tled 1 fixed commandments from the rd, into the way that leads through the gate into city. That part of his duties comprised in his work a pastor the young man Minister's Duties Themselves Under Two Heads: Work as a Preacher and as a needs to be especially reminded of. It is the side of his work that he is likely to hear and to think least of during his peried of preparation. To fill the requirements of his place in the congregation, the minister must know his people. How is he to know them? Obviously the best way to make thelr acquaintance is to go to their homes, to see the family where the family lives, and converse with them in the freedom of their own homes. He may direct this part of his work as his special situation makes it seem best, but he should go among his people as much and as often as he can. Any ordinary minister who is to do spiritual good to his people must love them. Ordinary men found their affec- tionate interest on acqualintance. It is not love in general and In the abstract Divide His spirit, but love to {ndividuals, into whose faces and in some degree into whose hearts you have looked. All this will make the pastor a better preacher. A man tells you of his life, his sorrows, perhaps his sins; his lip quivers and his e;es overflow in the recital. If you have the first elements of a minister’s nature in you. you must feel and speak to that man evermore with some influential memory of the interview. It may be added that the life of a preacher is to be in harmony with the truth that {s taught. He must show by his walk and conversation that the message he carries is true to himself, firmly belleved an?1 sincerely acted upon, Let it be sald, in conclusion, that ministerial success is not to be meas- popularity of the preacher, the fashion- able, wealthy and attractive congrega- tion, bu. by the spiritual resuits as seen by the Chief Shepherd and Bishop of Souls, in strangers to the Lord brought into his family, and in mem- bers of his family fed with the sincere of the word. m“\kcovyrlsht, 1508, by 8. 8. McClure Co.) e A FIGHTING COMBINATION. The soldiers of the South, uniformed in blue, and the nation's navy, caparisoned in Confederate gray. form a combination in battle colors invineible before the fight- ing strength of the world, of which Spain is but a speck.—Cincinnati Tribune. ——ee————— The facllities for inland transportation are so limited In Brazil thet the inhabi- tants of the ports find it cheaper to im- John Hall. “For a week the salt water drenched us while we clung to the rigging. that the cargo was floating out from below. mast, though It didn’t need any signal to show the wretched condition we were in.” that makes a chavnel to the human ‘We knew that if another blow c ured by the sudience, the crowd, the LAST VOYAGE OF THE IRIS. The old bark was going to pleces fast. me it would finish us. port grain from North America than from their own farms. Bits of her sheathing would come floating up alongside, and the hat There weren't any flags left, so as a sign of our distress we tied a shirt to the stump of A DUEL IN THE AIR. Continued from Page Twenty-two. during which time the Indian stood deflantly, as If waiting for an answer, Baron Oranoff stepped for- ward and said: “This is no time or place for such harangues.” -wauk looked at him contemptuously and replied: “What time or place could be better? You have sold our country, Indians and all; you speak of houses, bulldings and forts, but not one word of the In- dian. You,” he continued, pointing to the baron, came many years ago when we were strong, and you promised the Indian much. When you came you sald vou would build us sawmills, schoolhouses and churches. You sald you would teach us how to use the soil for food as well as the sea. You taught my people how to drink flre water, that is all. Indian drink until his head is lost, and then he make bad i You get rich, he get poor.” on grew angry at this, and, approaching uk in a threatening manner, said: you make such charges against me, you “Don’t contemptible dog.” wauk looked down upon him. “You are a ve man to call Don-a-wauk dog, when Don- is unarmed. Don-a-wauk is no dog. Don-a- o thief. Don-a-wauk does not steal other At this the baron became infuriated, and grasp- ing the sword of a Russian soldler close at hand, he ¢-wead ra the others and said savageiva “Will_you stand by and hear me insulted? arrest.” The soldiers, now thoroughly excited at this most unusual occurrence, made a move as though they were going to carry out the command. General Rousseau stepping in front of the Indian raised his hand and said: “Hold! In the name of the United States!” The soldiers fell back, and he coh- tinued: “I am the commander here now, and as long as that flag floats over this Territory these Indians shall be protected.” There was nothing more to be said, the soldlers retired and around the staff, from which floated the I demand that dog's American flag, a little band of Indians knelt, and gave thanks to the Great Spirit. e + s s s PART IIL Louise and Don-a-wauk stood upon the clift watching the departure of the Russian fleet. Neither of them said a word. By the side of Louise stood her boy. The awful suffering of the mother seemed to influence the child, for he was weeping bitterly and clinging to her hand. Louise had passed that stage where tears can relieve. They watched in silence. The only sound that broke it was the moaning of the child. Presently they saw a boat leave the side of the Resica. There were two sailors in it. “What does it mean, Don-a-wauk?” said Louise, excitedly. “As I expected,” repligd the Indian, “Il-la-hie has compelled them to send fof her boy.” “Don-a-wauk!"” cried Louise, catching his arm with the grip of a tigress, “do you think it possible?"” “What possible?” he grunted. “Fhe sajlors do pot know, her-child, I will give them mine, instead.” uld go with his father,” cried Loulse, exultantly. With this she kneeled by the child, and spoke in tender, reassuring terms. She told him he was to go with the sailors to his father, and she would follow. She dried the child’s tears and kissed him again and again. When the sallors reached the shore and approached her, she told them that in anticipa- tion of their coming she had brought them the child of Tl-la-hie. The unsuspecting sailors took the boy without further inquiry. Louise and Don-a-wauk stood and watched. The sailors finally reached the side of the Resica. She sBaw them taken in, she heard the bells, the command was given and the ship sailed out to sea. “Thank God! Thank God!" she cried. “Thank God!” A voice of a child was heard, and, looking up, Louise saw the boy of Il-la-hie. “Where is my mother?” he asked. Louise looked down upon the poor deserted, moth- erless child, and with a cold and heartless smile the replied: “Gone!” 3 That night the storm came, and the wind blew. Away up on the mountain side the dim rays of a can- dle shone through the rifts of a cabin wall. Within sat Captain Prim. He was writing to his wife, Il-la- hie, telling her of his coming home, and how happy they would be. Before he had finished he heard the crashing of trees above his cabin roof. ' He ran to the door, but it was too late. The great landslide of Ka- rakk Mountsin was upon him. It crushed his cabin like an eggshell, and beneath the avalanche of stone the body of Captain Prim lay entombed. The winds still blew, and upon the shores of Alaska a child cried for jts mother. Ag he rag up tches burst up, sa WATERLOGGED N MIDOCEAN Effort to Save Her. ALKIN’ of the loss of the Almy,"” said the old shellback, as he thoughtfully borrowed my to- bacco pouch and forgot to return it, “reminds me of an ex:er!e‘r;r.e ce had in the North Pacific. e' fv:rne near goin' the way of the glm; people, too, only & mailboat come along and picked us - “It was the last bark Iris, a good s age of the old hrr?};ngher day, too. But she was built way back in fl'hi fifties in Maine, and, in the ~natur‘t1 course of events, she had grown tire of sailing around the seas, and her butts were apt to open now and again at inconvenient times. We loaded up our lumber at Portland and set sall for Sydney, in Australia. But we never got there, leastwise the bark didn’t. “We had only been out a couple of days when we fetched right into a stllj! northerly blow, and the old bark kicked up her heels tremendous. First 'j\e tried running her under the lower main topsail and the forestaysail, bu[- it wasn’t any good. She had a heavy deckload of timber and was Very slug- gish, so that time :nd pooped, the cabin was floo . 1\'1162‘1 smashed into little bits. Idon't know where the man at the \}'heel vent, but we never saw him again. “Then we got relieving tackles onto the tiller, and hove her to with a tar- paulin in the mizzen shrouds. But' it wasn’t much better so, the sea was that h ;. Every plunge she made seemed as if it would shake her rotten old frame into little bits. “We pumped, it seemed to me, for an eternity, but we couldn’t make any impression on the water in the hold. It ~ained on us all the time, fnr.an the seams were working loose by this time, and if you looked over the rail between the seas vou could see the oakum com- ing out. After a couple of days’ hard work, we found it was no use, and we gave up pumping. Part of the deck- 1A had already washed away, and the rest we soon chucked overboard, so as to lighten the ship a bit. “The only good thing about a timber laden craft is that she can’t sink, ev- erything else is bad. Her cargo keeps her afloat till she goes to pieces, and all we could do was to sit down and wait until some one came along to take us off. All our boats was long since knocked to bits, but if they had been there I don’t know that we should have cared much about taking to them in such a sea. We were better off on board the bark, bad as she was. ““I'he mizzen mast, being an old stick, soon went by the board; our rudder knocked into little pieces; we couldn’t steer or do anything, and we just hud- dled together on the poop. Luckily there was a cask of water on deck which hadn’t been carried away, and being tightly bunged the water was still sweet. We made shift to get this up on the poop, and we lived there for about a week, drenched all the time with salt water and eating nothing but the cold stuff we could get from the cabin lockers. The galley was long since gutted, =nd even if it had been there, no cook living could have kept a fire going. The main deck was awash all the time, the bulwarks were carried away pretty well fore and aft, and it was as much as a man’s life was worth to try and get from the poop to the forecastle. “Wonder I lived through it, you say? It was a wonder, but a man will do a lot when struggling for 1is life. But that week's setting there in wet clothes give me chronic rheumatiz, which nothing but a drop o' whisky now and agin will keep under.” The old sailor touched his cap, as if to emphasize the gentle hint, and in the snug shelter of a neighboring sa- loon completed the tale of his rescue. “The old bark was commencing to go to pieces pretty fast, we could see. Bits of her sheathing would come float- ing up alongside, and the hatches burst up, so that the cargo was float- ing out from below. The sea was still running heavy, and we knew that if another blow came along it would fin- ish her and us. Then, one morning, the skipper sings out: ‘There’s smoke astern, boys.” Sure enough, we could just make out a cloud behind us and by and by it grew bigger, so that we made sure it was a steamer coming our way. There weren’t any flags left, so we tied a shirt to the stump of the mizzenmast by way of a signal of difress. It didn’t want any signal, though, to show the state we were in, and as soon as the steamer sighted us she altered her course a point or so and bore down. “She was a welcome sight to us, as she came sweeping along, her black sides gleaming with the wet sea, and her long line of brass-lined ports shin- ing with fresh polish. We could see the passengers crowding to the side and knew they were watching us through their glasses. boat drop from her davits like a flash. It was the prettiest sight I have ever seen, I can assure you. Having the wind and the sea with them, they were alongside in no time, and I can tell you we didn’t mind jumping into the sea to be rescued a bit. We were wet any- way as it was and the sea was too heavy for the boat to lay alongside. “They -rolled us up in warm blan- kets and gave us hot grog, and I never felt so comfortable in my life, for I slept twenty-four hours straight off the reel. As for the old bark, we left her there, and I suppose she soon went to pieces, for we never heard of her the mizzen- again.” J. F. ROSE-SOLEY. and down the shore he looked again and again far out on the rolling sea. Suddenly there appeared a form upon the crest of a billow, and at his very feet the waves tenderly deposited the lifeless body of his mother. Though a child that he was, he kneeled on the sands and took an.oat): to avenge her death. - o . From the Dyea Goldhunter, March 29, 1863, WAS A SON OF BARON ORANOFF, Identity Discovered of the Packers Killed in Yesterday’s Duel In the Alr. SKAGUAY, via Seattle, March 29, 18%8.—Some light has been ‘thrown upon the mysterious tragedy of the two men who fell over the cliff yesterday in death's embrace. Among the evidences of identifi- cation found in the pack of one was a letter from the American Minister at Russia, which sald that the bearer, Prince Ivan Oranoff, was the eldest son of Baron Oranoff, at one time Governor of the Ter- ritory of Alaska before the transfer to the Ameri- can Government. It now develops that the prince was represent- ing a company of Russian capitalists, who are about to invest in the gold fields of the Yukon. « The other was a half-breed packer by the name of Jonathan Prim. His father was Captain Prim, who perished in the great Karakk land-slide in '67. Beyond the fact that his mother was an Indian, no(l’:\lng is kntohw’vn og higl. d ’ s yet nothing has developed which throw light upon the cause of the quarrel, AT Nothing ever will develop, but if, by any chance, should the eyes of aa old_ TBaron now livios in the province of Vladimir, fall on these lines, he will readily understand the ‘“‘cause of the quarrel,” and know why his son does nct return. Don-a-wauk, now eighty-one years of age, is liv- ing to this day in the Indian village at Sitka. ‘When he heard of the tragedy on the trail he ex- claimed: “The son of Il-la-hie shall not lie as food for the crows!” and taking a small company of In- dians he rescued the body and gave it a burial after the fashicn of his tribe, by wrapping it in skins and placing it in a covered canoe, hung on poles. B — Bruln, the terrier widely known as the Hertford- shire Collecting Dog, has just died at his home at Ware. Bruin was a genius at collecting money behalf of some charitable fund. His method soliciting subscriptions was to stand be- fore his object of appeal and bark persistently until such object produced a coin, which the intelligent creature promptly carried in his mouth and placed in the collecting box in his master's possession. In this way Bruln has raised large sums of money for the crippled children’s dinner in London, for the Prince ¢f Wales' Hospital fund, for the recenl' hospital fund at Ware and other charitable institu- tions. Whe_n he became hungry he would beg for cop- pers on his’own behalf. On recelving them he would quickly carry them to a néighboring shop where he was known and obtain some biscuits in exchange. Sriaie st An Itallan named Gabellinl has recentl made a boat of cement, The framework 1s of small zteel %&rl covered with a wire netting, the latter belng, in turn, covered with cement. Tha surfaca i then polished. on when 3 Terrible Experiences of the Crew of the Foundering Bark Iris That Washed to Pieces Under Them Despite Every Then she stopped, just | to windward of us, and we saw the life- {4 again sh ded. and the¥)