The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1903-03-25

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the unspeakable Turk and the
changeless Arab have removed his
crescent and black tent forever
from these coasts, civilization and
Christian religion may make here
another garden of delight.
When at noon to-day Saturday
over a placid sea beneath the soft
blue of cloudless sky, we steamed
behind the great breakwater into
the beautiful harbor of Algiers, the
sailors of three American warships
stood under their waving banners
of stars and stripes to welcome our
approach. AT this welcome sight
tears of gladness fell from many
eyes into the green waters that rest
gently over the graves of thousands
who sank to death in battle or
slavery because they bore the name
of Christ. Then, to convey us to
the pier, rs row boats and two large
steam tenders surrounded the Kali
serin, all flying from their prows
new American flags. AS 1 turned
my eyes from the depths of the soft
blue sky to the darker blue of the
sea and to the notified green bay,
then up to the dazzling whiteness
of this encirclingsE city set with
green groves and gorgeous gardens
"a diamond set in emerald"-up
to the crown of purple mountains
beyond, l felt that no city had
ever before shone upon my vision
with such gentle splendor and var
iegated beauty. Carriages CON
veyed us over French roads in a
circle on the mountains above the
city and through its principal
streets. In the narrow Moorish
streets thronged with mostly null
titudes Of picturesque 0rientais-
men, women and children-we found
the bazars thronged with artists
and mechanics vendors and buyers.
In little corner of the vast pub
lie park of tropical trees and flow
ers, we discovered a hourishing
patch of Irish potatoes which DR..
Buckner pronounced the most at
tractive object we had seen be-
cause it reminded him of his own
little garden sat home, sweet home"
He uttered this sentiment with
depth and tenderness of tone that
was startling.
We read the inscription on the
memorial stone over the martyred
dust of Geronimo In one corner of
the great French Cathedral, and
fingered long in the dim twilight
with the silent worshippers who
were kneeling here and there over
the vast area. l feel sorry for the
Christian who can hnger IN such q
place amid multitudes of weary
and hungry hearts, crying out to
God for help, and not yield his soul
to devout emotions and bend his
knees in prayer.
1t is niue clock at night on these
summer shores of northern Africa.
The stars all sparkle in the sweet
blue sky. and CLEAN with beauty in
the depths of the bay. Stars and
electric lights flash and play, upon
the white city between -hoss siis-
tening palaces l still discern the
majestic forms of stately palms
with their ponderous clusters of
dates. The anchor falls upon the
deck, and we are pushing out to-
wards the tranquil sea-for Malta
573 miles away. w. Il. TIBBs.
The business agent of the Fede-
rated Trades Council at Milwaukee
has announced to the members OF
the Council that hereafter he will
no alleged grievance when
presented by man or men under
tie influence of liquor. One or two
drinks, he says, will give any one
grievance.
Two brothers named Taylor, sup