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BY HUGH WILSON. ABBEVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JULY 18, 1888. VOLUME XXXIII. NO. 10.
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A. Cradle Hymn.
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard the bed;
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on the head.
Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment,
House and homo thy friends provide,
All without thy care or payment,
All thy wants are well supplied.
How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be,
When from Heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy Is thy cradle;
Coarse and hard the Saviour lay,
When His birth-place was a stable,
And His softest bed was bay.
Blessed babe! what glorious features,
Spotless fair, divinely bright!
v Must He dwell with brutal creatures?
How could angels bear the sight?
Was there nothing but a manger
Cursed sinners could afford,
To receive tb6 heaveuly stranger?
Did they thus affront the Lord?
Soa, my child: I did not chide thee,
Though my song might sound too hard;
TIs thy mother sits beside thee,
And her arms shall be thy guard.
Yet to read the shameful j>tor?.
nuw die jch& uuupcu men aiuk,
How they served tlie Lord of glory
Makes me angry while I slug.
See the kinder shepherds round Ilim,
Telling wonders from the sky!
Where they sought Him there they found
Him,
With His Virgin Mother by.
See the lovely babe addressing;
Lovely infant, how he smiled!
When He wept, the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child.
Lo, He slumbered in His manger.
Where the horned oxen fed:
Peace, my darling, here's no danger,
Here's no ox a-uear thy bed.
Twas to save thee, child, from dying,
Save my dear from burning flame,
Bitter groans, and endless crying,
That thy blest Redeemer came.
Mayst thou live to know and fear Him,
Trust and love Him all thy days;
Then go dwell forever near Him,
See His face and sing His praise!
"An Heritage of the Lord."
Children are a blessing or a curse,
ani it rests largely with the parents
to decide which they shall be. Godless
parents can only expect to rear
godless children; but parents who
have a Father in heaven should rejoice
in those children which He gives
them as "an inheritance of the Lord."
Psalm exxvii :3.
A pleasant story is told about the
family of a German teacher who lived
in Strasburg, who had hard work to
care for his family. His chief joy iu life,
however, was in his nine children,
though it was no light tasked to support
them all. His braiu would have reeled
and his heart sunk had he not trusted
in his heavenly Father, when he
thought of the number of jackets,
stocking, and dresses they would need
in the course of a year, and of quantities
of bread and potatoes they would
eat. His house, too, was very small
quarters for many beds and cribs, to
say nothing of the room required for
the noise and fun "which the merry
nine made. But the father and mother
managed very well, and the house
was really a pattern of neatness aud
order.
One day there came a guest to the
house. As they sat at dinner the
stranger, looking at the hungry children
about the table, said compassionately,?
"Poor man, what a cross you have
to bear!"
"I? A cross to bear ?" asked the
, father, wonderingly. "What do you
mean?"
"Nine children, and seven boys at
that!" replied the stranger, adding
bitterly, "I have but two, and each of
them is a nail in my coffin."
"Mine are not," said the teacher,
with prompt decision.
"How does that happen?" asked
the guest.
"Because I have taught them the
noble art of obedience. Isn't that so,
children ?"
"Yes," cried the children.
"And you obey me willingly, don't
you ?"
The two girls laughed roguishly,
but the seven youngsters shouted
out,?
"Yes, dear father, truly."
Then the father turned to the guest
and said,?
"Sir, if death were to come in at
the door, waiting to take one of my
children, I would say,"?here he pulled
off his velvet cap and hurled it at
the door,?"Rascal, Avho cheated you
into thinking that I had one too
many ?"
The stranger sighed ; he saw that it
was only disobedient children that
made a father unhappy.
One of the nine children of the poor
school-master afterwards became widely
known; he was the saintly pastor
Oberlin, whose life was a benediction,
and whose name is as ointment poured
forth.?The Christian
We all long for a loving, tender personal
sympathy?a sympathy that
takes hold of the perplexities and
trials which press so heavily upon us,
but which are so seldom understood
even bv those who stand nearest to us,
and wnich would seem even more
trifling to others if they knew of their
existence. It is sometimes one of the
heaviest trials of our faith that the
heavenly Father allows this?allows
us to sufFersuch utter isolation, such
poignant sorrow, which no tender human,
can relieve and cure. How slow
we are to understand the secret of all
this?to understand that all this longing
for a deeper personal sympathy
than we cau find here is sent to compel
us to seek it where we too often forget
that it can always and certainly be
found ! When we go confidently and
trustingly to the dear and Elder Brother
who is always "touched with the
fool in cry nf mir infirmities." we al
ways find the perfect and peace-giving
sympathy we crave.
We have always felt that prayei
should be largely exempt from criticism.
And wc feel so still. Yet now
. and then we hear something in public
prayer so grotesque and out of place
that the critical faculity will assert -itself.
And it may fairy be said thai
those who use their voices to lead the
-devotidns of others ought to trv very
hard to use them acceptably, And the
prime essential seems to us to be sim
plicity. Tf graudiloquence ever had
a place, which we doubt, it is not it
prayer. If rhetoric is ever a snare, it
i9 here.
A sprightly writer in the Northern
Christian Advocate asks: "Is there
no place for art in public worship?"
That is not the "previous question'
just now, but rather this : Shall thos<
who would give us the Continenta
Habbath. with the open whiskev-sa
loon and beer-garden, allow us to liav<
any worship at all?"
Conscience, once unbalanced bj
the over-weight of wrong, tends to ai
uuder-estimate of wrong.
Puzzled.
Gilbert Stuart, the painter, was a
rare humorist. Once, while he was
travelling in a crowded stage-coach iu
England, his companions, curious to
know the business of the man who
amused them by his witty remarks,
questioned him closely. In those days
gentlemen were powdered hair tied in
queues, and ladies built up on their
heads pomatumed top-knots Stuart
gravely replied to his first questioner,
"I sometime dress ladies' hair and gentlemen's
hair."?
"You are a hair-dresser, then?"
said one of the company.
"What! Do you take me for a barber?"
exclaimed Stuart in a serious
tone.
"I beg pardon, but I inferred as
much from what you said. May I ask
what, then you are?"
"Why, I sometimes brush a gentleman's
coat or hat, or adjust cravats."
"Oh, you are a valet to some nobleman."
"Indeed, I am not! I am not a servant,
though, to be sure, 1 make coats
and waistcoats for gentlemen."
"Oh, you are a tailor.
"Tailor! Do I look like one? I assure
you that I never handled a 'goose'
that was not roasted."
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>V JLlUt ttie ,yuu, i/ucii ; ooivcvt jlx?*i
a dozed voices; for by this time all
were laughing uproariously.
"I'll tell you/' said Stuart. "What
[ have said is literally true. I dress
hair, brush hats and coats, adjust a
cravat, and brush also boots and
shoes."
"Ha! ha ! A boot and shoe maker,
after all!"
"Guess agaiu, gentlemen. I never
handled boot or shoe save for my own
feet. Yet all I have said is true."
"We may as well give up guessing,"
said one of the company. "He's too
much for all of us."
"Now, gentlemen," said Stuart, taking
a pinch of snuff, "I will not play
the fool with you any longer. Upon
my word of honor, I get my bread by
making faces." And he then so screwed
his countenance that the stagecoach
shook with laughter.
"There, just as I thought?" exclaimed
one; "the gentleman is a comedian."
"I never was on the stage, and I
seldom seethe inside of a play-house,"
answered Stuart.
The mystified company looked at
each other with astonishment. Just
then the stage-coach stopped at the
place where Stuart was to get oft*.
"Gentlemen," said;?he, "you will
find that all I have said of my various
employments is included in these few
word: x am a portrait painter. 11
you will call at my studio in London,
I shall be ready to brush you a coat or
hat, dress your hair, supply you with a
wig of any fashion, accommodate you
with coats or shoes, give you ruffles or
cravats, and make faces for you."?
"Goo, Goo, Goo."
"Oh, Franklin!" cried young Mrs.
Merry, running to meet her husband
at the door. "I've something the best
to tell y?u."
"JvTo?" said Franklin, "what is
it?"
"Why, don't you think?the baby
can talk! Yes, sir, actually talk.
He's said ever and ever so many things.
Come right into the nursery and hear .
him."
Franklin went in.
"Now, baby," said mamma, persuasively,
"talk some for papa. Say
How do you do, papa ?' "
"Goo, goo, goo, goo," says baby
"Hear hiin!" shrieks mamma,
ecstatically. "Wasn't that iust as plain
as plain can be!"
Franklin says it is, and tries to
think it is, too.
"Now say, 'I'm glad to see you,
papa.' "
"Da, da, boo, bee, boo."
"Did you ever!" cries mamma.
"He can just say everything ! Now,
you precious, little, honey, bunny boy,
say, 'Are you well, papa?' "
"Boo, ba, goo. goo."
"Thei'e it is," said mamma. "Did
you ever know a child of his age who
could really talk as he does ! He can
just say anthing he wants to; can't
you, you own dear, little, darling precious,
you !"
Goo, goo, dee, dee, di goo."
"Hear that? He says, 'Of course I
can,' just as plainly as anybody could
say it."?Anon.
What She Said.
A fa9t young man decided to make
to a young lady a formal otter of his
hand and heart?all he was worth?
hnnincr for a rnrilial rwpntinn. He
cautiously prefaced bis declarations
with a few questions, for he had no intention
of "throwing himself away."
Did she love him well enough to live
in a cottage with him ? Was she a
good cook ? Did she think it a wife's
duty to make home happy? Would
she consult his taste and wishes concerning
her associates and pursuits in
life? Was she economical? Could
she make her own clothes ? etc. The
young lady said that before she answered
his questions, she would assure
him of some negative virtues she
possessed. She never drank, smoked
or chewed; never owned a bill to her
laundress or tailor; never stayed out
all night playing billiards; never
. lounged on the street corners and
ocled iriddv crirls : never "stood in"
I with the boys for cigars and wine sup;
pers. "Now," said she, rising indigi
nantly, "I am assured, by those who
I know, that you do all these things,
. and it is rather absurd for you to ex!
pect all the virtues iu me, while you
. do not possess any yourself. I can
; never be your wife and she bowed
him out and left him on the cold doorstep
a madder if not a wiser man.?
Hard to Spell, Easy to Pronounce.
Abergavenny is; Jpronounced Aber[
genny.
Beauchamp is pronounced Beecham.
> Bolingbroke is pronounced Bulling[
brook.
Brougham is pronounced Broom.
Bulwer is pronounced Buller.
' Cirencester is pronounced Sis-sisI
ter.
B ckburn is pronounced Bobun.
Colquhon is pronounced Colhoou.
Cowper is pronounced Booper.
Knollyr is pronounced Knowles.
Holburn is pronounced Hobun.
; Majoribauks is pronounced Marchbanks,
' Marylebone is pronounced Marai
bun.
1 Norwich is pronounced Morridge.
Salisbury is pronounced Sawlsbury.
2 St. Leger is pronounced Sillenger.
Grosvenor is pronounced Grovenor.
i You will not be loved if you care for
none but yourself.
The Voice of the Departed.
I shine In the light or God.
His likeness stamps my brow;
Through the valley of death my feet have
trod,
But I reign in glory now.
No sin. no grief, no pain,
Safe in my happy nome,
My fears all fled, my doubts all slain,
Sly hour of truimph's come.
Oh friends of mortal years,
The trusted and the true,
Ye are waiting still In the valley of tears,
But I wuit to welcome you.
Lo I forget? Oh no.
For memory's golden chain
Shall bind heart to the hearts below
'Till they meet to touch again.
Do you mourn when another 6tar
Shines out in the glittering sky ?
Do you weep when theraginglvolceof war
And the storm of conflict die?
Then why should your tears run down;
Why your heart so sorely riven
Pnr nnnthor ??m In the Savior's crown.
And another soul In heaven?
They Never Stop.
It is this kind of a wife that makes
some men old and gray before their
time.
"William," she says, after William
is curled snugly up under the blankets
for the night, "did you lock the front
door?"
"Yes," says William, briefly.
"You're sure you did ?"
"Yes. sure."
"Ana you slipped the bolt, too?"
"Yes."
"You know you forgot it once, and
it gave me such a turn when I found
it out in the morning. I didn't get
over it for a week. We haven't much
anybody'd {want to steal, I know, but
I don't want the little we nave taken,
for I"
"I tell you I attended to the doors."
"Well I hope so. For goodness
sake ?"
You attended to the basement
door."
"Yes, I tell you."
"Because if you hadn't you or I,
one or the other, would have to get up
and attend to it now. I read to-day
of'"I
don't care what you read."
"It is said that a man down on B?
street forgot to"
"i aon'c care 11 ne nau."
"And in the middle of the night a
burglar walker right in and"
"I don't believe it."
"I've a notion to get up and see if
you have locked that door. You're
sure ?"
"How many times have I got to tell
you that I did lock it?"
"Well you thought you'd lock H
that time when you left it unlocked."
"Will you be quiet?"
"I don't care, William, you know
how careless you are, and"
"See here, Mary Jane, this has got
to end right here."
But it doesn't end for an hour, and
William arises in the morning with
the lines on his brow a little deeper,
and the hopeless, desperate look still
in his face.
Dr. Dix and His Critics.
The charge was made by the lenten
lecturer that men and women of
American society?his nearest field of
observation being the great metropolis
?are becoming hardened to vulgarity
and indecency. We doubt if any
judicial mind, after examining into
the facts, could possibly arrive at any
other conclusion, if the ordinary news
(?) of the day is to be put into the witness-box.
The San Francisco press,
in the Sharon-Hill trial, and later in
the McDonald divorce case, and in a
score of recent records of nastihess,
has given undeniable proof of the
truth that there is an alarmingly enlarging
taste for daily literature of the
kind that no pure woman can read
without humiliating shame, and no
developing youth can absorb and not
be contaminated, and suffer more or
less paralysis of moral sensitiveness.
There is great good in the California
metropolis; a legion of workers in the
cause of humanity, pure and noble
lives, and thousands of domestic circles
where the atmosphere is unpolluted
by vulgarity or grossness. But
the influence of these combined is in
a large degree negatived by such daily-press
literature as that referred to.
Is the protest or Dr. Dix unreasonable
that these filth conduits shall cease to
discbarge upon the public mind ? He
points out the unquestioned trutb that
the most striking characteristics of the
old system of paganism was the licentiousness
that was "exalted into a cultus
and called religion," and that was
the embodiment of the obscene. If
pagan notions of morality are to grow
among us, we cannot fail to discern
the ultimate result, which Dr. Dix
forecasts as the peril of an hour not
very far distant. It is by no means a
r.onrnno r?rpHif?t.inn ? unless historv is
wholly false the society that apologizes
for the gross, tolerates the lascivious
and pays court to the licentious, must
reap harvests of humiliation and degradation.
? Sacramento Record- Union.
Encouragement.
Hardly had the parents left, ere the
wood-work near the stove pipe was
discovered to be on fire, and out of
the children's reach ; but, with wonderful
activity and energy, the eldest
climbed upon the table and put out
the flames.
When the father and mother returned,
they shuddered to see th?
danger to wbich their dear ones had
been exposed, and with tbankful
hearts praised them for their courage.
"How did you manage, Tommy, to
reach the fire?" asked their father.
"Why," said Tommy, "I pushed the
fnhlo iin to the wall and pot unon
that> _r
"And did you help brother, Jimmy
?" to the next.
"Yes, sir; I brought him a pail of
water, and handed him the dipper."
"And what did you do?" said the
proud father to his pet, the youngest
of the group.
"Well, papa," said Artie, "you see I
was too small to help put out the fire,
so I iust stood by and hollered
Amen.' "
?
Raise Flowers.
Raise flowers; if only a pot of Miguonette
in the window, well attended,
it will prove a comfort in lonely hours
?a solace in sad ones?a source of interest
always.
Flowers, by their subtle witchery,
call one away from earth and its cares,
their fragrance seems the very breath
of the angels, and their growth speaks
of God. The care of them is alike a
Ehysical, a mental and a spiritual
enefit?aye, even a means of grace,
and so, I say again, "cultivate flowers."?
Vick'8 Magazine,
A Good Example.
"How on earth do you manage to
stand up under the tremendous physioal
as well as mental strain which you
continually endure ?" a gentleman in
our presence asked youug Joe Brown,
the General Freight and Passenger
Agent of the Western & Atlantic Railroad.
"You seem to be close at your
business all day, and I am told you
scarcely ever quit before midnight.
You look slender, and like one of feeble
constitution, yet you do more work
than any man in your position or any
other that I know of. How do you
stand it?"
"By never doing any work on Sunday,''
was the reply. "When twelve
o'clock Saturday night comes, I drop
any business that I may have in hand,
and I don't touch it again before Monday
monday. I never open a letter on
Sunday, unless the handwriting on
the envelope shows that it is from
some relative or friend whom I know
to have written on social tonics. I
never open a telegram on Sunday ; so
if any one wires me a message which
he knows will reach me on Sunday he
may just as well wait till Monday.
"I thiDk every business man ought
to scrupulously abstain from all business
on Sunday; first, because it is required
by the Bible and, secondly, be
ix L. J. L!.
cause II lie uuea iiis uuiy uu wcch-uajo
he needs the rest on Sunday^.. The
first is my principal reason ; but the
other is an important one; and I always
find that although I close the
week very tired, yet I begin it as fresh
as a rose."
"You don't attend to any railroad
business, then ?"
"No, sir; and whenever I have to
begin to do so I shall quit the road.
But as Mr. R. A. Anderson, our Superintendent,
is about as strong in his
belief of the sanctity of the Sabbath
as I am, I don't think there is any
likelihood of quitting the road especially
for this cause, until the lease is
out. I attribute very much of my
business success to the fact that I do
not violate the Sabbath by working."
The above answer is one which may
be especially commended to all business
men, and they would find it well
to "do likewise."
When one sells land in Chicago, the
purchaser expects an abstract?a written
statement of the chain of title.
Thus, the United States sells a certain
tract to A B, to C D, he to E F, and so
on down to the present holder. If
these conveyances are all made aod acknowledged
according to law, and the
records of the Courts show that the
property has not been sold for taxes,
and that there are no judgments
against any of the various owners,
then .the holders says: "That land is
mine; not will be, perhaps; it is
mine:" nor does he expect credit for
humility when he says, "Well, really.
I do not know whether I have a good
title or not." His neighbors would
think he was losing his sense?perKatMn
v>4v?rsv%* li n H r? >"? x r
uap ucvci uau auj.
The case would not be changed at all
if the property passed from one to another
by inheritance. The United
States deeds the land to A B, he bequeathes
it to C D, his eldest son, and
so on down. The last holder does not
say : "Why, I never bought tbi3, never
paid a cent for it, never deserved
it." These considerations, whether
true or not, do not affect the question
of ownership a particle.
And it is just the same with my title
to the heavenly inheritence. I
have a clean abstract, admitting of no
doubt. The patent was given by the
Almighty God to Abraham, and to his
children after him. Am I one of
them ? that settles the question. Gal.
iii, 29, contains the answer: "If ye be
unrisvs men are ye Aoranam-s seea,
and heirs according to the promise;"
and I become Christ's by believing
Him (Jon iii, 36.) Now I know what
I believe and when I believe, and so
does every body else. If I say, "I do
not know whether I believe it or not,"
it is very clear that I do not believe it.
I do not know certainly whether you
are worthy of confidence, but I certainly
know whether I trust you. It
is just as certain and just as clear
whether I believe Christ or not, and if
I do, then I am Abraham's child, and
heir of all the promises?no room for a
doubt.
But a chain of title may be marred
by some judgment against some in the
line of succession; but, thanks to the
grace of God, my abstract is clean on
this point, too. "There is, therefore,
now no condemnation to them that are
in Christ Jesus" (Rom. viii, 1.) No
judgments, nothing to obscure tne title,
and am I wrong to rejoice in it as a
sure and settled fact? Is it honoring
or dishonoring the grace of God to
doubt His word ? Look away from
self, dear reader; look at Christ and
His perfect finished work ; rest your
hope upon that, and you will doubt 110
more.?Faith's Record.
? 4^
John Qnicj Adauis on Peace.
John Quincy Adams was one of the
wisest and best, if not the very wisest
and best of all the Presidents of the
United States, from George Washington
to Grover Cleveland. These, his
words, are worthy of being written in
letters of gold In a conspicuous place
in the President's house, and in the
Senate chamber, and in the hall of the
House of Representatives at Washington,
and in every State House in the
United States, in every church building,
in every editor's room, and in
every dwelling house in our great republic,
and in all Christian lands. Let
every person read these beautiful
woras of the noblest patriotism, of the
oiihlimpHt nhilanthroDv. and truly
agreeable to the teachings of Jesus
Crhist, the Prince of Peace. j. h.
"Universal and permanent peace belongs
to tne laws of nature and of nature's
God, to the genius and vital
spirit of Christianity, to the liberty,
justice, and prosperity of nations, indispensable
to the true interests of all
mankind, and claiming the prayers
and united efforts of the human race."
To abolish wealth is not the way to
abolish poverty, though men sometimes
talk as if it were.
He is happy who takes the weather
as it comes cheerfully.
To be lied about teaches us not to
believe the one-tenth of the bad things
said against others.
In Rio Janeiro, Brazil, drunkenness
is almost unknown. It is said that
this is owing to the large consumption
of coffee.
Seven varieties of fishes examined
by naturalists of the Challenger expedition
are found totally blind in the
deep sea, but have eyes when inhabiting
shallow water.
Everybod's companion is nobody's
friend.
Whatsoe'er Yon Find to l>o.
Whatsoe'er you find to do,
Do It, then, with all your might;
Let your prayers be strong and truePrayer
in all things,
Great and small things,
Like a Christian gentleman;
And forever,
Not or never,
Be as through as you can.
The Annual Meeting.
Tbis was held in Pilgrim Hall, Bosten,
May 28, and was more fully attended
than for several previous years.
President Tobey presided. Rev. D. S.
Coles, M. D., was Secretary, Rev. F.
G. Clark of West Medford offered
prayer.
The American Peace Society celebrates
its sixtieth anniversay at the
close of a year of unwonted activity
and prosperity. International acquaintance
and friendship have been
fostered by the visit to this country
and to Boston of William Jones, secretary
of the London Peace Society,
William R. Cremer, secretary of the
Workman's Peace Society of London,
Sir Lyon PJayfair and ten members of
the Eritish Parliament and three representatives
of the seven hundred
thousand men united in the Trades
Unions Congress of Great Britian.
The presence of these, our kindred
from over the sea, cordially welcomed
bytheleadiug citizens of Massachusetts
and the United States, together
with their able and eloquent appeals
for an Anglo-American Treaty of Arbitration,
mark an era in our work and
furnish an occasiou for devout thanksgiving.
The past year has been in some respects
one the most interesting of
the sixty since the Society was organized.
International Arbitration has
been unusually successful and has called
out in England and America unwonted
evidences of popular approval.
The Deputation alluded to consisted
of leading men of Great Britian representing
234 members of Parliament
who had signed a memorial to our
government praying 'for a perpetual
treaty of Arbitration between the two
counties. TJhe story of their visit to
the President and Cougress of the
United States, their public and cordial
reception by the people of our great
cities and the warm approval of their
errand by the pulpit, the press, the
commercial and other classes, as well
as the masses of our people, need not
be repeated here in detail.
War.
War, like intemperance, is a giant
evil in its ramifiacations, reaching and
contaminating all of the interests of
society. Like the river with its poisoned
fountain, its corrupting influences
reach every nook and retreat,
sending a wide spread desolation
wherever man is found. Under its
withering influences, more deadly
than pestiferous miasm, it blasts every
rising hope, cripples industry, exhausts
natural resources, fans the flres
of jealousy and hate, widens local
chasms, excites malicious animosities,
practically closes the doors of the
churches and the halls of learning,
and thus fearfully degrades our fallen
humanity. In its absolute sway, its
tyrannical assumptions, it seizes not
only the public treasures, but lays a
ruthless hand on the national conscience,
transferring the individual
moral sense to the censorship of a
superior in military position, making
might the synonym of right. The
inferior is thus compelled to yield his
moral convictions, to a superior in
command, ever subject to the caprices
of men by no means models of purity,
or to the supposed emergencies of tne
accidents of war. In such circumstances
and under such influences prixmfft
virfna mnaf honnmp Hwnrfprl And
vice assume gigantic proportions.
The Sabbath, a necessity, not only of
man's moral but of his physical nature,
is violated, desecrated, "becoming
a day of hilarity and cam age. Familiarity
with crime makes it less
odious, while scenes of cruelty and
bloodshed cannot failed to callous the
heart, brutalize and destroy, in some
degree, the more ennobling and the
liner sensibilities of our higher nature.
Simple Willingness.
"Simple willingness to serve a master."
It was a petition in a good
man's prayer, which, falling on the
ear of the writer, has long dwelt in her
memory.
In this busy, hurrying age, when so
many are working a fever heat, in the
Church as well as out of it?when our
books and papers, the sermons we
hear, even our intercourse with
friends, all seem to stimulate to yet
greater activity?that prayer for simple
willingness falls like a soothing
balm upon the overwrought.
There are some of us?just a few?
whose hands are not idle, but who
ahafe and fret against the bounds of
ourappointed place, and look longingly
toward what we deem a nobler,
larger work. The words "mission,''
"vocation," "a higher sphere of activity,"
so much on the lips nowdays, too
often steal between us and simple willingness.
We are too prone, "the daily task
forgeting," to look too eagerly beyond
to some great work we should love to
perform for the Master; while we
count as "common" the work he himself
has laid upon our hands. We
Siant to serve him in the throng, when
le calls us to a desert place.
"Do not pray for strength to bear
the tortures of the Inquisition," says
Spurgeon, "when what you need may
be grace to darn the family hose uncomplainingly."
We may fondly think how well we
might serve the Master "in such and
such a place." "If I were free from
such heavy, homely cares," sighs one.
"If I had only my once firm health,"
moans another. i
But what we may need for service
anywhere is the simple willingness to
"do the next thing," whatever that
UiUJ MWl
How would the Church?ay, the
world?grow iu grace, if the servants
of Christ more frequently and sincerely
lifted and practiced this beautiful
petition.
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Napoleon.
A commission was once appointed
in France to publish the correspondence
of Napoleon I. ; but his letters
revealed such a continued record of j
selfishness, deceit, and most despicable
teachery, that the plan was abandoned.
The history of war and warriors,
the staple of nearly all history,
is little else than an attempt to palliate
and glorify just such wholesale villians
as this Napoleon.
It is of no concern to Christianity
what you and I think of it, but it is
qf immense concern to ourselves,
Tiie war-rrincipie musiraica.
"A Mr. Beane, a school teacher in
Tennesee, attempted to punish a boy
named Hutchinson, who resisted and
left school. A day or two after, young
Hutchinsou, accompanied by his
brother and a man named Smith, visited
Beane's house for the avowed purpose
of chastising him. Beane saw
them comming. and anticipating tbeir
errand, armed himself, as also did Mr.
Moore, who happened to be at the
house. On their arrival Hutchinson
said they intended giving Beane a
thrashing. Moore remonstrated,
when Smith drew apistol, and shot him
dead. This was a signal for all to produce
pistols. Beane shot and instantly
killed Cyrus Hutchinson, brother
of the school boy. He had scarcely
fired when Smith, who had instantly
killed Moore, fired another barrel of
his repeater at Beane; the ball struck,
but failed immediately to disable him.
Reane then turned on Smith, and
lodged three bally in bis body, inflicting
wounds which resulted mortally
iu a few minutes. In twenty minutes
four out of the Ave engaged in the
affray, lay dead within a few feet of
each other."
Here is a fairspecimine of the war
principle. The parties, having got
mad at each other, resolved, without
any form of law, or any security for a
right decision, to avenge their alleged
wrong. They pretended to no rule of
right except their own will roused into
rage: and without law, or judge, or
jury, they took what they called justice
into their own hands. The result,
as in most wars, was suicidal to both
parties. Is it not a bumping shame,
that the so-called Christian civilization
of this nineteenth century has no better
system of international justice
than such indiscriminate, tiger-like
butchery?
A Glorious Victory.
BY DR. J. H. HANAFOBD.
jluk tiuijU ia uuus. w u likxi
TEN THOUSAND AMONG THE
SLAIN. IT WAS A GLOftlOUS VIO
TOBY !"
Such are the words of triuiph heralded
through the land, from center to
circumference, after the deadly conflict.
And what does such a triumph
imply ? A fearful calamity to many
communities. It implies mourning,
sadness and grief, vacant places, the
stay and staff ruthlessly removed.
Widows and fatherless children are
made in a moment. The pall of
mourning is spread over many communities,
and grief, if not despair, enters
thousands of households. Life plans
are frustrated, fondly cherished hopes
are scattered, and often want "and suffering
must result, and many families,
once independent, become objects of
charity.
Ana what have we in return for the
ten thousand lives lost on a single side,
for the larger number still, of those
maimed and crippled for life ? What
for the millions on millions wasted,
the thousands of producers slain, both
parties impoverished? Why an in
suix, supposed or reai, nas Deen puuibhed
and the honor of the county vindicated
? A little sweet revenge has
been secured and a temporary decision
in reference to the comparative power
of the two nations obtained.
Two Utterances.?Recently we
met a very intelligent gentlemen
whom we had not seen for some
time. Pretty soon our conversation
turned to a friend who had once been
very rich and very liberal with his
money. Our intelligent business friend
delivered his mind thus: "If A. had
not been so liberal he would not have
failed in business." This started
thought. Was it true that we had
kuowna man so Christ-like as to give
himself poor. We called to mind the
accounts in newspapers of our friend's
failure, the amount of his liabilities
and liberal as he was the reported
liabilities were far in excess of the
amount of his many and liberal dona-i
tions. Our intelligent, prosperous)
business friend seemed to have an idea!
that giving was a kind of destructive
process?a waste of that which would
strengthen commerce. The good that
the money given is now doing was
overlooked?the good it will do for generations
to come was not taken into the
account?it seemed to be a waste of an
impulsive man.
After leaving our friend, we called
to mind a portion of a sermon we heard
from a preacher in Georgia last year.
The sentence was somewhat parenthetcal,
but none the less strong for
that reason: "If you ask me," said
the preacher, "how much any man
is worth, I answer, "He is worth only
what he gives." We like the preacher's
sentence better than that of our
rich, money-making business friend.
It has more of philanthropy in itmore
sound philosophy?more of
Christ.
Rnt monenrp hv thp nrpafthpr's Stand
ard, "how many''rich r men are very
poor!
We must get back to our Bibles.
No serious ill nor serious error will
have root-hold or foot-hold where the
spirit of tbe Book is absorbed into the
soul. If the Bible is universally studied
thus, our churches will thrive; if
its study be neglected, they will assuredly
decliue. If professing Christians
cease to be able to wield aright
the Spirit's keen and piercing sword,
the hierarchies of error will soon ride
ever them in triumph. We must
have men who, through the Book,
have convictions which the world caunot
impart, if we would have men
whose convictions the world cannot destroy.
Yea, and we must have men
who study the Book in order to
translate it into holy living. Thank
God, we have many such, but we want
r>f siinh thousands more. To form
such men was the Book given. This
result it will have, when read with
faith and prayer and made the food of
the soul; a result which, as described
bv an apostle, is one which we may
well crave for ourselves and others,
"That the man of God may be perfect,
thoroughly furnished unto all
good works." We may not aim at
less. We cannot wish for more.?Rev.
Dr. Clemance.
Sam Jones says the man who waits
for feeling before he commences to
seek religion, is like the man who,
going out to cut down a tree, lays
down his axe and stands there waiting
to sweat before he commences chopping.
The way to sweat is to chop,
and the way to feel is to act.
It is well known that he seldom
lives frugally who lives by chance.
Hope is always liberal, and they that
trust her promises make little scruple
of reveling to-day on the profits of the
morrow
"jsvii larainunicauoM."
During the summer a man hung his , /
canary's cage outside the window.
Every day a number of sparrows congregated
near the cage. Before the
summer had passed away the canary
had lost all its sing, anu would only
chirp like the sparrow. The canary
had got into bad company.
Beware of bad company. You may
think you can have bad associates and
not be like them, but you can't.
Choose your friends with care.?
Good friends will help you to form
good habits.
With good playmates the hours of
recreation will pass pleasantly, and
will not be marred by quarrels or followed
by the stings or a guilty conscience.
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War and Dueling.
What, in principles, is war? It is
the duel between nations, differing in
no respect from the duel between individuals,
except that the successful
combatant is allowed to carry off as
spoil the effects ot his vahqnished antagonist.
It is an Adjournment of
great questions of international right
or courtesy, from the bar of temperate
discussion and peaceful arbitration before
peers, to the bar of chance or mere
force. It is an appeal from the reason
and conscience of the parties themselves,
from large views of their true f.
interests, and from the moral judgments
of mankind to the exnloded
trial by combat of the middle ages.
Alas! alas! that, eighteen hundred
years after the coming or the Prince of .
Peace, this relic of barbarism should
still be clung to by nations catling
themselves Christians, and God grant
the penalty which they are now suffer^
ing, and which has been treasuring itself
up for ages, may deter us from following
their dazzling but dangerous
example".?Bishop Potter.
1 4 The
Marked Lambs.
Mary and May were walking across ~
a field one day, when they saw some
sheep with red letters painted on
their fleeces. .
"O see, May!" said Maiy; "those -r'"%
sheep have some marks on them. I
wonder what they are for?"
"That's the mark the farmer knows
his lambs by. Don't you know what, "
teacher told us about Jesus having
marks for his sheep?"
"Yes ; but Jesus doesn't have marks / :j
like that on his lambs."
"No; Jesus puts his mark in us, on
our souls. Dot ou our bodies."
Little Mary was right.
Hot Water to Relieve Thirst. . - -/M
It is a mistake to suppose 'that cold
drinks are necessary to relieve thirot.
Very cold drinks, as a rule, increase
the feverish condition of the mouth-,
and stomach, and so create thirst ?S
Experience shows it to be a fact that
hot drinks lelieve thirstand "cool off" ,;
the body when it is in an abnormally '
heated condition better than ice cola', ,;:
drinks. It is far better and safer to
avoid the free use of drinks below 60
degs.; in fact, a higher temperature Is
to be preferred; and those who are
much troubled with thirst will do well -. ,
to try the advantages to be derived
from hot drinks, instead of cold fluids,
to which they have been accustomed.
Hot drinks also have the advantage of
aiding digestion, instead of causing
debility of the stomach and bowels.
A great deal of careful experiment
has shown that in freezing water
largely expels its coarser visible contaminations,
and also that a large proportion
of the visible bacteria which it
contains may be destroyed, even as.
many as 90 per cent. But still large
numbers may remain alive, for many
species are quite invulnerable to the
action of cold. It has been found that
in ice formed from water ~ containing
many bacteria, such as water with sewage
contamination, the snow-ice almost
invariably contains many more
living bacteria than the more solid,
trurtannront rmrt an thnf thn nnrvor Iav.
er should be especially avoided In ice
obtained from questionable sources.
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A good handful of rock salt added to
the bath is the next best thing after an
"ocean dip," and a gargle of a week
solution is a good and everready remedy
for a sore throat.
Save all the brown meat paper, for
it is very useful for wiping out greasy
kettles and pans, it absorbs the grease,
saves the dishcloth, and can beburaea
when through with it.
Cracks in stoves and stove-pines are
ready closed by a paste made of ashes
and salt with water. Iron turnings or
filing, sal ammoniac and water make v ,
a harder and more durable cement.
In nervous prostration, rest and
sleep are the first indispensable conditions.
A change is always in order to
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mane mem possiuie. nie uiei? iiiysi
be generous, the food well masticated
and eaten slowly.
To take rust out of steel rub the steel
with sweet oil; in a day or two rub
with finely powdered unslacked lime
until the rust all disappears, then oil
again, roll in wollen and put in dry
place, especially If it be table cutlery.
In a severe sprain of the ankle miraerse
the joint as soon a? possible in
a pail of hot water, and keep it there
for 15 or 20 minutes. After removing
it keep it bandaged with hot cloths
wrung out of water.
A tea made of ripe or dried whortleberries,
and drank in the place of
water, is a speedy cure for many forms
of scrofulous difficulties.
An English horticulturist, who is a
careful observer of insect life, has noticed
that honey bees rarely go near
those flowers which bumble-bees seem
o like best.
In the moment that I shall waver,
strengthen me; restrain me wnen toe
malignant thought arises, and while
the yet unultered words are ready to
issue from my lips, set Thou Thy bridle
there, and govern my rebellious
faculty.
Smith, who Is afflicted witu the sore
throat, asked his friend Brown to examine
it.
Brown (peering down Smith's throat:)
';0n which side is the sore spot?"
Smith (speaking with difficulty;)
"On the left side."
Brown: "Coming up or going
down ??
Courage that grows from constitution
often forsakes the man when he
has occasion for it; courage which
arises from a sense of duty acts in a
uniform manner.
It does not require great learning to
be a Christian, and to be convicted of
the truth of the Bible. It requires an
honest heart and a willingness to obey
God,