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tentment. To her the rug became the ground in a pine grove; the tinted walls seemed like far-away hills at dusk; the pictured scenery on the walls was her border country, where she spent countless hours. "Sometimes she rested in the woods, sometimes she followed the stream down to a certain inlet where a boat is hidden. Then she would drift or row across the river and explore the country on the farther side. She said she liked best to follow the zigzag paths and the straightcr roads and find adventures along the way." Of another invalid who refused to be discontented, this story is told: "She determined to look up every unfamiliar word that she met in the first book that she read, to read up on every subiect mentioned of which she was ignorant, and to read every book whose title might appear in the book she was reading. The first volume she read led her into several months of most interesting reading that covered a range of delightful, unexpected pleasure." What would you do if you were laid aside? What would you do if you were to be deprived of many of the privileges which now seem to you essential to your happiness? Rather, what ere you doing to make darkness bright and bard things easy for yourself, and for your friends? Are you tempted to shrug your shoulders and say it is impossible to be happy and to make other people bappv under your peculiar circumstances? Yes, if you try alone. But always remember that you do not have to try alone. This is one of the things that with man is impossible, but with God is gloriously possible.?Forward. TOO LATE. She kissed the old man; she showered upon him kisses and tears. She told all the people how good he was. I thought if she had only given half a dozen of those kisses a year for the last ten years, how the tender-hearted old gentleman would have smiled through his tears. But now he took it all very coolly. He was dead. He was old and poor, she was young and rich. She had ten rooms, but no room for father. Yet he made room for her when he had only two. The old man was not educated. She was?at his expense. He had fed and clothed her for twenty years at home and at college, until she had risen into more refined and cultured society, and marriod among new friends. The old people's address and dialect were too coarse. She kissed him and buried him in a beautiful coffin. Dear father is to have a beautiful monument. A warm kiss while living is better than cold marble when dead.?Youug Woman. GOD FORGETS. On his face there was a look of mingled fright and dread, as he said, "I've been guilty of some shocking sins. I would not tell any living soul about them, they are so bad. 1 have told God about them, and He, for Christ's sake, has forgiven me. I have no doubt about that. But I wonder if, when I stand at the judgment bar of God, these sins will all be uncovered so all can see them? I don't see how I could stand that. I would not have my ? v - Iwv en urns, wno now trust me so fully, to know what a bad man I've been." Hear what God himself says about it: "I, even I, am he that blotteth out thy transgressions lor mine own sake; and I will not remember thy sins." Is not that plain enough? There is comfort in the thought that sin will be blotted out and remembered no more forever.?Presbyterian Advance. PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SO A SUFFERER'S REFUGE. Miss Clara Pearl Black. While dozing quietly upon my bed I heard a voice above me. I lifted my head, and softly it said, "Come, dear, I love and need thee." It was said in a sweet, loving tone That ne'er could be rejected. By his side I was never alone And in his arms was protected. I folded my hands upon my breast And closed my weary eyes; Longing to reach the beautiful rest Beyond those far, azure skies. Then I was laid in the damp, cold ground Anrl PnVOroH with aurontnot fl n urnro The birds sang with a loving sound Perched upon the swinging bowers. Now sleeping gently on my pillow I am here at last to rest, I've crossed the surging, frightful billow, Am in the home of the blest. The waters were deep that I came o'er, And shadowed was the way; But n >w I have reached this golden shore Ana sound my harp for aye. Oak Dale, Va. THE CROWNING OF WONDERFUL UGANDA'S NEW KING. By Professor Harlan P. Beach, D. D., F. R. G. S. King David, the African potentate whose charming personality I tried to describe three years ago in the Sunday School Times, has attained his majority. and the storv of his corn nation as King of Uganda in November last is delightfully told in the British and Foreign Bible Society Gleanings for June. Proceeding from his capital in a motor car to the ancient place of investiture in Budo, the young Christian Kabaka, or king, Daudi Chwa II, ascended his throne, placed according to custom upon successive layers of skin?a hyeyna's, a leopard's and a lion's?where he was presented with five gifts: spears, signifying his duty to take arms in protection of his people's liberties; a shield, a similar duty with the thought of defense rather than of offense; a short sword with which to punish evil-doers; a rod of judgment tempered with mercy; a handful of twigs, betokening long life as a ruler, just as a twig basket, which, though it fall, is not broken like a clay vessel. The king was next invested with a robe, put on with the words, "As you are now clothed in this royal robe, may the Lord your God endue you with knowledge and a wisdom and power from on high." A ring was then placed upon his finger by Bishop Willis, famous as the evangelical champion in the Kikuyu controversy, who said: "Receive this ring as a token of the lasting bond between yourself and your people." The cap of state was donned, accompanied with the words, "O God, the Crown of the faithful, bless, we, beseech thee, and sanctify this thy servant Daudi, our Kabaka; and as thou dost this day set a circlet of pure gold upon his head, so enrich his heart with thy abundant grace and crown him with all princely virtues, through the King Eternal, Jesus Christ our Lord, Amen." Seating himself upon his historic throne, a sumptuous copy of the Bible was given him by the Bishop with the words: "Gracious Kabaka, we present you with this Book, the most valua ble thing that the world affords. Here is wisdom, this is the royal law, these are. the lively oracles of God." His consort, Queen Irene, was somewhat sim ilarly invested, after which an English Bible, like the one presented to the late Queen Victoria, was given, and the vast audience sang the Te Deum in the Ganda tongue. UTH. 5 When one recalls the awful scenes of persecution of Christians, scars of which even the Premier, Sir Apolo Kagwa, bears upon his body, and recalls further that they were due to the hatred of Christianity which filled the hearts of his father and grandfather, such a coronation, acclaimed by jubilant multitudes of a Christian kingdom, is surely another miracle of missions. Henry M. Stanley's challenge to the Church of England to come to the succor of Uganda, written forty years ago and responded to so bravely by Mackay and his colleagues of the Church Missionary Society, was the prophetic invitation to this recent ceremony. rii the old heathen days the coronation of a Uganda king was marked by the slaughter of rival princes and the torture and death of hun dreds of wayfarers who were sacrificed in the belief that the king's vigor would thus be increased and his life lengthened. "God save lvabaka Daudi!"?S. S. Times. THE USELESS FORECAST. God's requirements are made hard by false and foolish interpretations. "I have no right to pray 'thy will be done,' until I am ready to accept God's will in everything that may happen," said an earnest speaker in a meeting. "My health, business interests, a darling child ?it might be God's will to take all these from me. Am I willing to give them up and say 'thy will be done'? If not, I have no right to pray that prayer." The Father in heaven asks no one to look forward and fnraancf linirlclimo onJ +V.-.4 ? .wwmww <>w4uoi*ipo uiiu tuaio mat may never come, and be resigned to theni in advance. He asks only the trustful spirit that believes in his superior wisdom and love, and relies upon his guidance rather than its own. lie will fit the strength to the burden he sends, when he sends it; it is not promised for imaginary situations.?Forward. TO THE STRANGER IN OUR CHURCH TO-DAY. "If after kirk you bide a wee, There's some wad like to speak to ye. "If after kirk you rise and flee, We'll all seem cold and stiff to ye. iuc une mai s in inc scat wita ye Is stranger here than you, maybe. "All here hae got their fears and cares, Add you your soul unto our prayers, Be you our angel unawares!" CATHOLICS IN AMERICA. The official Roman Catholic Directory of the United States for 1915, just published, contains the statistics of the church for 1914. In the United States proper there are reported 16,309,310 Roman Catholics, a gain of 3,846,517 in the last ten years, and a gain of 7,231,445 during the past twenty years. According to the editor, at least 10 per cent, should be added for "floating" Catholic population, of which no record can be kept. There are 18.994 Catholic clergymen in the United States, with 14,961 Catholic churches. It is to be borne in mind that the whole Roman Catholic population, not merely adult membership of the church, is included in these figures.? ? t>?: nxisa. acview. In all things, "look unto Jesus, the Author and Finisher of thy faith." If thou failest. look to Him to uphold thee; if thou stuinblest. hold swift Ifis hand to help thee; if thou fullest, lie not hopelessly there, but look to Ilim to raise thee; if, by His grace, thou doest well, look to Him in thanksgiving, that He has helped thee, and pray that thou mayest do better.? Edward B. Pusey.