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Till the whole world, Filled with wounder, Sees the clouds All rent asunder. Easter beauties! How they cluster! Lending fragrance To their luster. Emerald verdure, Buds and flowers, Hidden deep Through Lenten hours?! Eacter lilies Smiling faintly, Tall and slender, Sweet and saintly; Snow-white flocks By nature molded, Seem they, meek And all enfolded! Easter music Sing, ye dear ozas, Lift your voices, Far and near caes, Men and maidens Join the chorus, Joy and gladness i Should reign o’er us, Little children Sing in gladness, For your young hearts Know no sadness; Not a sorrow Dims your morning, Yet you love The Easter dawning. £aster dawning! Oh! the glory And the sweetness Of the story! - Light from darkness, Joy from sadness— Ling, oh, ring, Ye bells, with gladness! —Mrs. M. A. Kidder. WHE ORGANIST'S PUPIL. AN EASTER STORY. HE was a girl in her ff ¢ teenth year, perhaps, yet the slight, fra ?gile form and ex ceeding delicacy of skin made her look almost like a little child It was a warm summer m day ; stili she had wait ed, resting in the shadow of one of the huge pillars which framed the entrance-way to the quaint old cath edra nding forward eagerly as each 8b ded on the pavement beyond, e ce, with a look of keen dis ent on her young face. And she sat watching and waiting, fter hour passing away, till the ptoon hwe- nearly waned, _and ry, she was about to leave, when a udden sound arrested her. A man’s step rang sharp and clear on the mar ble near, and passing in the direction of the gallery stairs slowly ascended. The girl’'s whole aspect changed; she beut eagerly forward, her hands _clasped tightly, her lips slightly parted. It is he! It is he!” she urmured, the rich zolor flushing her eeks and dying away as swift as it d come. Almost as she spoke she %nn her feet, groping with extended chinds in the direction the stranger t.dd taken. wallk Was the grand master she was fol and even as she reached the JRoMTs TR low sweet notes of the organ Moated to her ear. She opened the grallery door eoftly and seated herself on one of the steps of the choir. To Berthald Reimer the exgmisife bleasure she-dertve Ti'&fi'ffx?aring the he came each day to prantsve ; L e 8. ©She had w his footstep, and alter each cathedral ser- B might but touch him as S ng, and go home satis ' e csonnd of the mighty T jad beard eclinging to her BRcr bear her sad young o ely, for Berthald was a o withal she was blind. A had- often noticed the o nd the soft, tender ex go e child’s face, and would G but somehow, when he vorinpity to do so, she wgs s gone, ::hd iDe time passed ay and the master pla\yed and she 'and listened, wonderif\g Bnd hop y that the day might com|e When she Ild feel his hand ana) kear the ind of his voice. gerhaps the master wp# not so at : “{f‘!;j to his duties, for Berthald . not have closeJd the\ gallery [¥Rsofily that afgfernoon, but he “ e child whien she entered, P TEE b bed his piede he e i g e “’@’ T Light from darkness, Joy from sadness, Ring, oh, ring, Ye bells with glad ness! » Ring, and send out Cheerful greeting; Notes from other Joy-bells meeting, ‘did not speak for a few seconds; then he said: ¢‘Well, Berthald, would you like to! hear me play again?”’ The| look of joy which passed over the girl’s | face, and her eager, “Oh! yes, sir!’ | - were enough. He smiled, and taking | . her by the hand led her to the organ | and placed her beside him. For a|: long time he played, then, suddenly |, pausing, he asked, *‘Can you sing?” j *‘A little,” she answered. He played | the prelude to an air sweet and simple, | | which was well known. ] ‘‘Sing this, Berthald, child,” he said. | At first the blind girl’s voice was low | | and trembling, but as she sang she | ¢ forgot before whom she stood, and all | absorbed in the beauty of the song | ¢ and her love for it, she lost all trace |] of fear, and as the last note sounded |! her voice rang out clear, strong and |l beautiful. ' ““Well done, child,” said the master, ’ t *‘well done, iadeed ; you shall come to | me every day and I will “-ach w--—- and thep vo— h-*x uing here.” § . Berthald’s sightlesgym ' filled with | ¢ tears, and feeling for tiB' master’s hand | ¢ .she bent her head and kissed it rever- | ently. ( From that day she became the pupil | of the great organist, and betore many | 1 years had passcd away the wondrous | ¢ kLeauty of her voice had spread far and | ¢ near, and the cathedral was filled with | | strangers to see and Lear the blind |] girl. Offers of the most tempting na- | ture were made her, but she refused them all, aud, clinging to her friend, |- was happiest witen by his si}}f 5 It wae a rare sight to s¢ 2 1n the choir of the old caths ~ - Sabbath day. In the r_,'k‘:',_:g gFons she was always dresse ' S , w.th her hair, aliost goldr g gin a gich veil about her ;no trace of color uécn‘h:er " pure face; the light from the great windows streanling 1n upon her, and | bathing her in its softened rays. All | gazed upon her, standing there shut | . out from all that makes life beautiful, singing her woudrous song, asa being ! allied to another world, ___But Berthald had alwavad~<"""=="] gile girl wgh everything was done which loving hands could do —for the mister brought her to his | own home and cared for her us his child—yet sho seemed to grow tired. | ‘She would rest often, and” though her | place in thel choir she always filled, and her voite rang out sweet and strong as eyef", she would place her hand on her side, and her breath grew shorter and quicker, and so nearly a vear sped ¢n, and as the pleasant spring days (}tnce more cavme,i Berthald ‘seemed to- graw. stronger, and her earneat wish; to sing in the great Easter festiv;l, which was held in the cathedral and in which she ook the most prominght part was to be grati fied. The :master shook his head gravely and 'would have had it other wise. Therd had been much . “s&r -nd hard _@idy; at last all was raf?bq, the time for W 8 great Easter jubilee had arrived. The old c hedral was | ’:b.ronged with fnenfls fl \Wgfifz’@%, rom near and far; every #val ble spot had been secured. “? w“ eSR il G SRCALE by e, Sgt | P organ eeaned) . \the bitad gl i & i mias X mé: F,my B laying his A.;a.w * \ red eagerly, B with ex and ’as if no gne breathed. Then as the anthe?*’"‘softly died away, the pcople ‘broke forth intg'a tumult of feeling. The stage was' litefaliy covered with flowers and er name was rung forth again and‘%fi _Bhestood, one hand festmgf“*m rack, the other holdi’iting for the ex citemen %fiw% (Wvay. Then she said in her i’}z 8t way, “I thank you my friendg™and taking the master’s hand she would have left the place, but had scarcely walked a few steps when she paunsed and would have fallen, but t} sster caught her in his arms and | «d her away fainting. He took home and watched her ten derl; ad hoped that yet she might live, but the physiciuns shook their head—no power on earth could save her. It was a quiet Sabbath day, just as the sun was sinking behind the western hills, that Pa—thald. P 2lescs s piind ..~ were opened and she saw light. She had spoken but little throngh the day, and now as the even-tide was coming she turned, and like a little child, weary and tired, seeking for comfort, she gently drew the hand of the friend who had been so much to her on earth under her cheek, and fell asleep. When the head grew heavy and the cheek cold, the master drew his hand away. He was alomne. Berthald Reimer, the wondrous blind girl, was dead. i Should you chance to visit that quaint old cathedral some day you will be shown the spot where Berthald had so often waited, listening for tne master’s footstep; the choir lolt, where 50 many times she had carcled forth her sweetest songs; the very seat close beside the master’s that had been hers. Back of the church in a quiet spot they will take you and stand with uncovered head beside two gravs, shaded by trees and covered in summer with a wealth of flowers and tell you this simple little story. Both master and pupil bhave passed away, and these graves sidc by side are their resting place. Usually the first drive taken by the sipanger in Bermuda is to St. George. Old stone walls, covered with flaming : _in: the spring, separate the ds pf Easter lilie; nhf&' muds is f ecoming m 4. diseil 3 cets of v hite the. li stretch ont, too pure, oo delicate, too ‘beantiful, for adequate deseription. l’l‘he luxuriance and perfection of She ~ yare all the more surprising when n yours oso gl B D aar i ‘'SHE BENT EAGERLY FORWARD.” Faster Lilies in DBermuda, THE AFRO-AMERICAN & k@ %i ; 9“%"‘ s,vj | &lory,. and ‘eonvert Bermuda into a ,‘n'f-land of sweet odors and queen ke, nodding lilies. To right and to left of you, before and behind, field after field spreads its wealth of blos soms; and frequently the fields are surrounded by cleander hedges, which y add the beau*r of their masses of wax-like pink biossoms. A mbf:nlight view of these lily-fislds is a pssitively uncanny, unreal sight ; like ghosts of flowers they seem, in their dazzling, ethereal whiteness, and the experience 18 ope never to be forgotton. The lilies are exported 1n immense quantities, and for this purpose are cut while still in bud; each bell is wrapped in moss or cotton, and then they are packed with great care, sixty or a hundred in a box. Several thousand boxes are shipped annually, and they sell in Bermuda for two dol lars a box ; witha guarantee, however, that they shall arrive in England, Canada, or the "nited States in good condition. The average stalk pro~ duces from six to eight buds; but oc casionally a ;proud grower obtains a marvel, which Lears seventy-two blos soms.—Demorest’s. , EASTER SONG. Awake, awake, O earth! Thy many voices raise, And let thy echoing hills Repeat the note of praiso. Let all thy isles rejoice; Let seas tako up the strain— Christ from the dead hath come; He lives, he lives again! Awake, awake, O earth! Forget the hour of gloom W en in thy shuddering breast Thy Makekr claimed a tomb. Tut off thy wintry robes Fur garb of joyous spring; Crowfi thee with lilies fair To greet the risen King! Bring treasures of the fleld, Bring leaf and blossom sweer, Thy choicest and tby best, Before His pierced feet. While all thy sons are glad, And tears are put away, Let youth and age alike Sing Christ is risen to-day! Lirt up thy gates with praise, And robes of joy put on, The Lord of Life and Death Hath risen to Histhrone. He nath gone up on high, And giveth gifts to men;y He lives, no more to die, : Alleluia, Amen! ' —Luecy R. Fleming, in Harper's Bazar. To Prepare Easter Eggs, A . common way of preparing the egas s o immersp thom et pointed a few m~ o end of a tallow candle vrite upon them names, dates or events. After this the sggs are placed in a pan of hot water containing the dyestuffs, Then the tallow is rubbed off and the inscription remains clear. Fggs colored in this way are often retained in families iu England for many gener ations. They are as good a record of family happenings as a family Bible. To preserve them from the wear and tear of much handling they are placed in deep, long-stemmec. glasses where the inscriptions can easily be read through the thin glass. Easter Ways in England and Ireland, In some parts of England it is the proper and necessary thing for women to play ball on Easter Sunday. In other parts of the same island a man has the right to lift three timesfrom the ground any woman whom he may meet, and the woman must pay six pence or a kiss for the attention; sd the local Sandows find themselves in great luck, but on Eastef" Mondq&éfifi wemsofgpg s ] hkifu‘?lreland and elsewhere some good people believe that the sun dances on Easter morn, and those who staze long enough at the glowing ball find their eyes nervous enough to see anytiing of which they may be thinking. Easter Custom in Russia, In Russia many men and wonen greet whoever they may meet |on Easter morning with a kiss and the announcement *‘The Lord is risa.” A dictinguished American civil engin eer ‘was thus greeted a few yearsTgo by an innocent and sweet-faced chém bermaid at a hotel at St. Petersl*rg. Jp— Recreant men cashier Minneapolis (Min have been repiaced DF action has led to another discussio to whether women are more tri worthy than men. i :5 e gt- The dvbt contracted by Spair’ subdue Ciba amounts to abnaé § to every citizen of Cuba,.and in { to of Spain’s success Cubans will be 620 pelled to foot the bill 1f it isever par® g n- _Keeping Lent Perforce. RELIGIOUS READING. The Lord of us all takes in‘His hand The leaden hammer called Anguish, And beats on the hearts Of His people To try them, if they be strong . In His bope, in His peace, in His love. r And to each one He speaks ’kg If they listen— **l am with thee, so be Not discouraged ; : Only those whom I love Do I chasten ; and when Thy small, painful years shall have endeq, And thou seest before thee The glorious light, The plan and purpose of life, Then shalt thou see that The leaden hammer called Anguish Is My infinite Question, Which is put to the souls of men 3 And if ye answer, My children, With unmurmuring, loving submission Then will 1 lead you each Home by the hand, Into ineffable joy." LIFE FULL OF FRAGMENTS. Life here is short even at the longest. We cannot flnish in threescore and ten years the great things we dream of in our best moods. Then, only comparatively a few lives reach this full limit of age. It is buta little that we can do in our short, broken yvears. We begin things, and we are inter rupted in the midst of them. Before they are half finished we are called away to some thing else, or laid aside by illness, or our lifo ends, and the work remains incomplete, It is pathetie, when & busy man has been called awayg suddenly, to go into his office, His study{r his place of work, and see the unfinishe@:hings he has left— the letter half written, tfile book half read, the column of figures half added up, the picture begun but not completed. Life is full of fragments, the mere beginning of things. If there were nothing beyond death, little would come of this poor fragmentary living and doing. But when we know that life will go on with qut serious break through [endless years, it puts a new meaning into /every noble and worthy beginning. Eve¥ysight and good thing, however small it mgy seem, shall live forever.—J. R. Miller, D. D., ir *“Things to Livadfor s OWLY PART OF THE GREAT WHOLE. Every deed is part of one great drama through which flows one vast purpose, by union with which p. »ose alone does any dead be strong. Whastufolly it is to be self ish ! It is one wheel of the vast engine un belting itself from all its brother wheels say ing, “I will spin my own music; I will not be impatient,” andde! ‘it whigls wildly into space a minute and“tken dfops into the sand and dies. That fs dissipation; that is what men sometimes eall . DBlessed is it if the poor, wretched, dissipated wheel is taken up by the kind master of the engine and reforged in any hot furnace of pain,and set once more in its true place from whence it flew. That is blessed; but a thousand fold more blessed it is for the wheel which catches from the first the glory of service, makes every revolution a delight in respond ing to the throb and beat of the central power, finds every deed dignified by the entire motion of the whole, loses itself and 80 finds itself, and lives by obedience, and lives jevér more and more abundantly.— %’hillips Brooks, in “The More Abundant Jdfe.’ THE HOLY SPIRIT A MAGNIFIER I once climbed the long flight of steps to a lighthouse. I expected to find a monster lamp in the tower, but was shown small ones, not larger than our parlor lamp. If one were set in the window, it would not cast light twenty feet on the water. The lighthouse keeper explained whence came its power. He set a lalonys; and refleccus s ful magnifying glasut upon Lake Michigan, JgW'(iEs protected many precious human lives from being dashed upon the treacher ous rocks. That visit taught me a lesson. How often are Christians content to remain like those small lamps, casting such feeble rays! If we are indeed “the light of the world,” wé must put our spiritual lamps under the magnifyirg powér of the Holy Spirit. Then we shall be baacon lights to guide those who are upon thé‘ ocean of life and amid temptations hard to be conquered. Those lighthouse lamps must be kept elean and bright. So must our spiritual lamps be polished by holy prayer and holy living.— Rachael C. Kensull, in Northwestern Chris tian Advocate. WHOM THE LQESF™)VETH HE CHASTENETH. Jesus Christ 8 #B'a world of pains in the making of a figef #elags Christian. Some times He app} fié ing knife so that every branchyi %‘; p may bring forth more fruit. Koives dre made to cut, and sometimes ouklowing Master's knife cuts dfieep. So does the seulptor’s chisel. Before the sculptor’s eye there rises a certain ideal form which he desires to bring out of the. marble, and he does not ask the marble’s permission to apply either chisel or hammer. Before our Master’s eye there is an ideal of what you and I ought to be, and if He ean correct our faults, and develop eur graces and increase our influence for good, and make us better Christians, He doeg‘&ot hesi tate to use sharp instruments. ‘*Whom I love I chasten;” and the literal] meaning of the word is to cause suffering. The Master has a great many places for His gold whers He reflnes it. May you not be in just one of those places now? Ifso, then it is &ha' best place for you.—Thas¥ % Cuv DB A PRAYER FOR PREPARATION O God, our Father, whose will it is that none should perish but that all should live, enable us g 0 to use thy gift of freedom that it shall prepare us for the eternal life of holiness with thee. When in the tempta tions of the world we are sifted as wheat, grant us that our faith fail not. When we are in peril from the lusts that war against the soul, be thon our guard. For thine own pity and for the love of those who need ms and ‘who suffer when we fall, preserve us in the hour of weakness. For the love wherewith Christ loved us, grant usthe fellowship of His spirit when we are tried in the likeness of His temptations. And Thou, who hast helped us to the victory of faith shall re eeive our grateful service evermore through Christ, who for our redemption wastempted iad overcame. Amen. : el BLESSEDW Blessedn . but in ¢ odn © of me, ¢can ever ma . in 80 far as they exist and ar done ai loved, known, tasted and felt withiz me.— Theologi Hels col Wrmghml _ . i & will bé-doac’ is the key-note to whiclii@tery prayel must be tuned.=A. J. GordgisD. D . 05, It wh leav® ouf doorswide open to God he enters in and makes a heave 0 R - If we leave —N. Y. Evangelist. 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