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There do not seem to be many foreigners here
this year. The climax of our kind seemed reached to day. A man and his wife, who are New York ers, came up after the service and said to your correspondent: "We do not know you, but have you not been coming here for so many years ? it would not do to say how many years," they said. It is not polite to tell 011 yourself, but they simply wished to show a friendly feeling because of tlio fact that the fact seemed to enable them to claim him as a friend. Such is Northfield friendliness. Miss Esther Moody, the gifted and accom plished daughter of Mr. Ambert G. Moody, 1 lie nephew of the great evangelist and business manager here, is about to sail under the Amer ican Board of the Congregational Chureli to Peking, China, as a missionary. She gradu ated at Wellesly College with the degree of B. A. At our table we find very pleasant com panions : Rev. A. M. Osgood, a sweet-spirited and much beloved minister of the Methodist Church, and his genial and pleasant wife. Then we have Judge and Mrs. Cooke, now of Philadelphia, though for many years Judge Cooke was one of the judges of the Supreme Court of Colorado. He is an elder in the Pres byterian Church. He is quite a scholar and fit one time in his earlier life taught both Hebrew and Greek, a man of brilliant and versatile mind. Then we have Miss Whit, the accomplished librarian of the large library here, ar.d the Misses Morris and their aunt from Now .Jersey. Five out of ten are Presbyterians. The very kind and efficient service at our tables is largely rendered by young ladies who are dtuiients at the Northfield Seminary. The students of the Seminary have done well and honored their alma mater in this country and in many for eign lands, as have also the students of Mount. Herman, a boy's school under the same man agement. We had last night a learned lecture by Dr. Clay on archaeology and explorations in Bab ylonia, and we were shown on a screen large pictures of the ruins of the Tower of Bab?'l and also of the ruins of Babylon. Dr. Jones, from Bournemouth, England, is lecturing here on the events that happened between the times of the Old Testament and the New Testament. He has evidently studied the subject well. Rev. Dr. Floyd Tompkins, the beloved rector of the Church of the Holy Trinity, Philadel phia, has been delivering some addresses on the Christian life, which have helped and com forted his hearers. Many come here in automobiles. The one from the greatest distance, so far as we know, is from California, and may have cost $7,000 or $8,000. There is also a car here from your near city of Petersburg, Va. Today on the State Road we passed a stone monument having this inscription. "Na thaniel Dickinson was killed and scalped by the Indians at this place April 15, 1747. Age 48." This is just on the outer edge of this campus. (To be conitnued.) RESTLESSNESS IN THE MINISTRY? THE REMEDY. By S. h. _ The writer has been much impressed with the restlessness which appears in many quar ters on the part of many ministers. The de sire for change of fields and the general un satisfied condition of many brethren show the restless spirit. Now, two causes that inay seem to be good ones, appear to even casual observers. In many instances the minister is poorly paid and stintingly provided for, and this may make him feel that another field is more desirable, for it gives him a feeling that if the people cared for him to remain with them they would make greater effort to give him material support. In many instances, too, the people of the churches fail in moral sup port and the attendance on the services is slim and the people careless about supporting the preacher in his ordinary efforts to carry on the work in its different phases. Then the state of drift and indifference is on and half-hearted work is the result on the part, sometimes, of both pastor and people, and the pastor is ready to leave, and people ready for him to leave. So the minister feels that a new field would enable him to do a better work and use his talents to much better advantage. May an unbiased observer suggest a pos sible remedy. Suppose instead of seeking a new field of labor the minister should go to the proper source of wisdom and seek it, and purpose to revive business in his church, and instead of drifting in old ruts, get up on a new and higher plane of operation. Look well to the failures of the past, and seek out the causes, and change the mode of operations and try hard and faithfully to put new life in all lines of work. We have heard of men who tried working prayer meetings in a different way from the old beaten paths and succeeded. "We have heard of ministers who devised plans by which officers and private members were shown how they could do some work, and by that revived the general work of the church; and every body got interested. Instead of running away from the old field, get up a purpose to use the best of your talents and energies and methods in it and revive the work right there. Go to t lie work looking to Ilim through Whom you may do all things. If many of the brethren seeking new fields knew that that fact created a suspicion that they were not doing much for the old, they would stir all the life in them and in the people of the present field, before looking for some thing that might appear to them better. May not there be a possibility that it is more the lack of doing our best with God's help where we are, than the need of going where pastures seem greener, and sheep easier to lead? I have been thirty years in the work of the ministry and have never known a time when so many preachers wanted new charges. Is the real reason that there is a better work for them somewhere else in the Lord's vineyard, or that they are not stirring up properly the gift of God that is in them and so are not stirring up the people whom they serve? WHEN THE MOON SET AT SUNRISE By Rev. Geo. IT. Ray. On July 8th I saw a vision of splendor ami beanty which one sees, possibly, only onoo in a lifetime. As the sun was rising, the re.-on was setting. I make no effort to describe the scene, because, I think, it cannot be ?Vseribe& It so happened that the night before I had been reading a lesson in the New Astronomy as recorded by Garrett P. Serviss in the Octo ber Mentor. This lesson flashed into my mind as I watched the moon set while the sun was rising. ?I turned to the star Betelgeuse in the Con stellation of Orion. It has a diameter which has been measured by the Michelson Inferom etcr and found to be 240,000,000 and the star is about as large as the orbit the planet Mars. The diameter is nealy three times as great as the distance from the rising snn to yonder setting moon. Mr. Serviss tells of the star clusters which have been photographed at the Mt. Wilson Observatory, and gives us one ph >t/>gr ipl: ? a million suns in a cluster ? whoso distance is so great that all of its membevs blend their light into a hazy speck, barely visible even with the largest telescope. The most distant point in the known universe in the globular star cluster, No. 7000. Light travels 5,8G0 bil lion miles in a year, and takes 215,000 years to come from the cluster 011 the journey to the earth. Mr. Serviss describes the Milky Way as a great galactic system driving through space like a flat shining raft, built up of hundreds of millions of stars, our own little system being lost among them, and drawing in from either side, and from distances of hundreds of quad rillions of miles, vast stellar organisms, the globular star-clusters, on which it feeds and grows. In front of the Milky Way, and not of it, are the spiral nebulae. These nebulae, im pelled by a force unkonwn, like frgilitcned flocks of strange winged creatures hatched in the midst of the mysterious and boundless ether ? these spiral nebulae flee onward from the Milky Way, speeding madly on ? on ? on. While I thought on these facts as revealed in the Xew Astronomy, the moon has set behind the hills, trailing clouds of glory more delicate and beautiful than the artist's or the poet's dream. The sun had pushed away the clouds that had clothed him with illimi table splendor and was revealed," rejoicing as a strong man to run a race." It was time for me to be about my morning's work. I went to it with a glad heart, humming the words of an old song: "And not by eastern windows only, When daylight comes, conies in the light; In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly, But westward look, the land is bright." Mt. liydal, Amherst, Va. "THE UNSEEN HAND." Mr. Philip Mauro says: "One never-to-be forgotten evening in New York City, I strolled out in my usual unhappy frame of mind, in tending to seek diversion at the theater. This purpose carried me as far as the lobby of a theatre on Broadway, and caused me to take my place in the line of ticket purchasers. But an unseen hand turned me aside, and the next thing that I remember I had wandered far from the theatre, and my attention was arrested by a very faint sound of singing which came to my ears amid the noises on Eighth Avenue, near Fofty-fourth Street." A few moments meeting and was converted to Christ. The later Mr. Mauro found himself in a prayer "unseen hand" did it. ? John Y. Emert, D. D. THE JOY OF THE WINNER. While traveling down the Ohio River on a steamboat my attention was called to the pilot, who was a coarse looking man. The captain informed me that three weeks ago, as the boat Mas going through the rapids, the pilot called him to take the helm. He had just seen a boy struggling in the water. lie sprang into the boiling waters and saved the boy. I wrent up to the brave man and spoke to him: "Do you ever see the boy whom you saved!" "Yes," he answered, "at every trip he comes down to the bdfit to see me." "And how do you feel when you see him?" "More than I can tell you," he replied. "More intense in interest than in any of my own seven at home, for whom I have run no such risk."