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].y OHO. K. POWELL. tinv ripi'10 whero might have been a """'untiy glimmer athwart the gloomy I of silver, in wetting woven down, one hread of lustre thro" life's en- he wntor-croisei within the win VO 11 yellow daffodil beside the "ringing music, that only angels "soothing promise, around the bed telet o'er the crystal lake that snrely fS' fjdes VP the limpid face like burnished ver ,it hem* w4t9r'• hid each |lli ]f. that givos a gretting—the smile that hat fihin'mers HM sheen of gold where it a JA.T VIIAV ,mm Tie* fondest play. ®V whoro rosy sunshine, gleam-gushing t« liro'to limn life's flowery vales with of golden day. THOMPSON OF OURS. here between Quetta and Gandahar ets verv cold in January—a nasty, „ff blustering cold that nips r°'and esj I'ig ST*'0*," 1 Hng'ring ^''^noii'the plastic sand, a lasting im t"er8' I the that shortens the. temper wliistli'"? T'Mirin. your mud with a nortl.'C-i- vi'id from off the ITS, and crack- bo shriveled skin off like old puichmoat. l,e Colonel blew oh his fingers, tried for fresh wood to be piled upon tire, and fell to the contemplation his thumb, winch was frost-bitten. efore him upon the table lay the thsome sheets of foolscap Known as Annual Confidential Reports." of these were already filled in, blank as yet Each was headed the impertinent personal riddles sent rlv for commandants to answer, ow, even when forced to look from point 'of view of disapproval upon one of his "boys," this honorable, div English gentleman held the tem of confidential disparagement in ror. But really this morning, what the cold, and the maggots in the which had put him off his break t, and the extraordinary delay in the il letters, she felt inclined to damn ry man-jack of them, himself in deil. With a roaring blizzard search rour bones, and a suspicion of fever your blood, and nothing decent to yot don't feel like certifying that ry soul under your command is re liable for all qualities that go to ie saints upon earth. nyhow the Colonel did not feel like He began turning lover the sheets that sickly, languid feeling of It with which monotony in its un asant forms is apt to inspire one after years of patient grind. He hated se grim skeleton sketches in black white. It was always the same ng—thi: same weary struggle to com strict truth with fair words to put es" where it ought to be "No," and o" where it ought to be "Yes." For re they indeed—all these youths— Ions in well doing, all talented, all tfnl, all of equable temper? Had y, every one of them, been endowed their cradles with unnatural sa ity and aptitude for command? re they, in short, ready-made gen from the moment they entered the ice? Alas, no! The Colonel's eye dered to his crippled thumb again, then back to the sheets under his er hand, and presently fell upon a tain name heading one of them, eveupon he cursed the authorities in heart for a pack of fools and sighed. was Thompson—Lieut. William orapson—known by the name of illy." The Colonel took it in his hand and lied again. There was not one, or illy one, of those cut and dried ques as that could be answered gracefully, I conscientiously, as regarded this ong man. "I could describe him in ree words," groaned the Colonel— arain-scarum young devil." Then, for he liked the lad, he began wonder how on earth he was to fill that report. He was a keen soldier self, and, if the truth be told, had a rtiality for the type so pithily de ribed in those three words. He would tlier have such with him in the field an some others for whom perchance ore could be said on paper. Of such knew was the kingdom of heroes. The ghosts of many haunting tragedies me crowding into the old soldier's lad as he sat fingering that infernal per. Did any of these harsh moral 'jto£rapliK of them, with "Yesses" d' Xoes" in the most unbecoming «es, lie rotting still perhaps in the djutant-General's offices He got up shivering and kicked the gs into a blaze, then returned with em determination to the study of the questions in hand. What could say for Billy Thompson The lad ai the temper of a game bull-terrier, tact and judgment of a Newfound- C1 puppy, and about as much ability acquirement as the average Eng "h schoolboy. The thought of Billy ompson as ornamented with the oplete list of "confidential report" 'ues was nothing less than gro »que. Sfi glanced down the list. Why,that ei7 morning he had spent a bad half °w in wigging the youngster for short mmgs in almost every item. Late Sam for parade. Violent with a Sepoy. ,a the faiutest notion of his drill, so on. hat on earth am I to say for you, lie asked angrily, tapping the bun III ^compromising papers, at which g'anced with rueful despair in his "flat eyes. "You are distinctly cai*»- Anting in tact, useless at office on ^at'8 t^ie U8e a complaining of *l"'tera, sir?—inattentive and argu Wi lve' Ride? Of course and about all you're fit for. That and ln but unluckily these '*ron'^ 0 ce you in your profession, nor gain respect, nor fit you for a command." ~e& the Colonel had stolen a look at bright face, and thought for rp,onth time how ridiculous it all Whir was honorable and brave. trust to time and ^training to rest? He wanted a tight hand °f course, but why bo forced Q(i up a nasty, disparaging report ti liead uar' SST Thi mu shortly by a knock at the rough door sSYnZ °n t0 the same and ^V co1^ wind-! stn,g«le t0 sl»ut the I ame, and a tall, smart-looking officer entered, helmet in hand. tha.t'8 nm ,mT?i you, Hamerton! I was SeDd for you* There's a row up Ivhunazway. James of the po lot T,Glhazia tt8ain inLSi killed a rdered to send an intelhgent officer to investigete the i'eTport- Ym'a have a tick- lish job, but I can rely upon you. I've Uke SillR Wh0m yoU had I «ee het'ei" 1 cnn only sPare one or two ejther Bates or Thompson. Bates has the longest head, and yet Thomp son-well. if xt came to blows, somehow yoflSS"^ TllomP®OI,. But do as As he said this the Colonel instinct ?he P}le of Paper be side him. Bates name happened to be nppermost, with its everv question snugly and neatly answered. Thomp sons had frisked off gayly in the open aoor, and was but just saved from be ing chewed under the table by Hamer tons puppy, who had followed his mas ter in. "It shall be little Billy," said Mai. Jlamerton to himself, and proceeded to tb*. discussion of further details con cerning escort and commissariat ar rangements for the small expedition. A little before nighfall they started, a uarty of fifteen in all—the two En ghsji officers, Billy in a state of the wildest joy and bursting with impor tance, a duffedar, and twelve sowars of the Khunaz horse. A second telegram toad been received soon after the first saying that the Gihazis, who were few in number, had taken themselves off that a native hospital assistant was in charge of James, the wounded police officer, and that he was to be brought back here, because there was no other European doctor nearer than Quetta. "Hope we come across the beggars," Billy said gleefully. But the Colonel, who had ridden out a little way with the party and had wished them "good luck," found him self saying something like a prayer in his heart for the safe return of the two men, who were, in his opinion, the very pick of the regiment. In times of peace these inglorious little brushes with sneaking Ghazis are not among the pleasantest features of service in Afghanistan. To an old sol dier they savor too much of that plot ting from behind hedges to wnich no military glory is attached. He does not care about sending out good men to furnish targets for skulking devils who have no ground for quarrel, but are merely possessed with a fanatical de sire to spill Ferringhee blood. Where fore the commanding officer was ill at ease, and for the next two days there fell a dullness and a malaise upon everybody in camp. Upon the third day after the depart ure of expedition the Colonel rode out to reconnoiter, along with the doctor, who was always game for a ride. The commanding officer was more anxious than he allowed to appear. Somehow, a two years' sojourn in those dreary wilds draws men very close together when they are made of good stuff. The party ought to have returned ere this, and the Colonel's heart was disquieted within him. He was scanning the horizon carefully, when suddenly he pulled up, and shaded his eyes. "What's that little cloud of dust, doctor? Is it a 'devil'or a couple of horsemen The doctor, whose eyes were younger, answered that it was no "devil," but horsemeu, and that they were making for camp. "By Jove!" exclaimed the Colonel with his field glasses up, "it is—it's Thompson with a sowar!" In another moment they were cut ting across to meet them. Billv was riding a length or two in front, aud his jaded horse pulled up of its own accord as he neared the ap proaching riders. The sowar saluted and remained stolidly immovable in the background. Both men and horses were caked with dust and wore a weary, dejected air. "We're bringing in James all right, sir," answered Billy, in response to the Colonel's questioning gesture. But we had a fight—Ghazis, this side Khunaz. H&merton's bad^ wounded. I've come on for the doctor—his only chance. The black fellow bolted who was look ing after James. Can the doctor go at once, sir? This sowar wants a fresh horse—that's all." After a word or two with the com mandant the doctor sped toward the camp with the sowar at his heels. He paused for a moment by the side of Billy and looked him in the face. "I shall be under way in ten minutes," he said. "Look here, old fellow, you've had about enough go home and turn in." He was struck, by the look of agony and mental strain on the boy's fdC6a After that the Colonel got very few words out of him. He saw that the young fellow was done up, and ques tioned him little. His mouth was parched, so that be could with difficulty articulate. His strong young figure was bowed over the horse's neck. As they were nearing camp the doctor with his escort rode out and called back some cheering words to him. Five minutes later they out of sight. Once within camp limits the colonel dismounted, and, giving his horse over to a syce, walked beside the young oni cer's horse with his hand on his neck. Several fellows came up with greetings and congratulations. "Come straight to mess and have something to drink before you tell us anything," said the colonel, taking hold of the horse's bridle as he spoke. At 'the same moment he felt it slacken within his grasp, and taking UP that Billy was reeling in his saddle and that his lips were bloodless. "I—I think I'm done." he muttered feebly, and fell sideways off his horse into the colonel's arms. They carried him over to the mess and began taking off his military great coat Then something made him open his eye*, and his face took a little, brave, distorted »ruile. "Hold hard!" bo gasped I think I've got a bullet sonnnvhere, aud— and— my arm's smashed." Why, damn it,' groaned the colonel, laving him gently down, and lookica round upon the circle of horror-stricken faces, he knew this, and he has sont away the doctor!" It was some weeks before Mai. Hamerton was able to tell the storv of I? hompson's heroic conduct how, wnen he himself was wounded and at the mercy of the murderers, the young officer defended him single-handed how afterward he pushed on into Khunaz and brought out James of the police more dead than alive and how, finally, while conceal ing the fact that he had been shot in the right arm, he rode forty miles in to get the doctor, and thus for the second time saved the Major's life. It was longer still though before Joilly was out of danger. The wound uau set up inflammation and fever from overexertion and the long time that had of necessity elapsed before skilled care could be bestowed upon it, and for weeks it was feared it would go hard with Billy. But in the end the "harum-scarum J0T5 de?1"80t well, and the colonel had the pleasure of sending up a "con fidential report" of a very superior kind, together with a brilliant pendant, which has resulted in the bestowal of the much-coveted Victoria cross upon Lieut. William Thompson of Om-s.—Vanity Fair. Two HtUctem. An Iowa man, who is a great lover of horses, and who keeps a grocery store ana a livery stable, was desirous of ob taining a certain horse which was to be disposed of at a public sale of a gentle man's estate. He knew that it would never do for him to bid in person, as the auctioneer, aware of his weakness for fine animals, would manage by one means or another to run tfp the price. The story is told in the Chicago Her* aid: The grocer and livery-keeper ari ranged to have another man bid off tho horse for him, but when the hour of thq sale arrived he felt that he must be present, and see that his instruction^ were carried out. He arrived a little late, and just as the horse was being sold. Yes, there was his man Jones, true to his trust, in the midst of the crowd that surrounded the fine animal. Just at that moment Jones bid $105. Some one must have immediately nodded five better, for in another mo ment Jones bid $115. From some un seen bidder the auctioneer received an other advance of $5. That was as much as the horse was worth, but Jones had orders to buy it at almost any :price, and he promptly raised his offer to $120. So matters went on till Jones' bid was $135. At that point the livery-keeper mounted a box to see what fool wauted the horse so badly. On the further edge of the crowd stood Smith, aud just as he noodded another five, it flashed upon the livery-keeper that he had told Smith to do exactly what, in his forgetfulness, he had afterward in structed Jones to do. He lost no time in stopping the fun, which had already cost him about $10. The Kotiians as Engineers. The Eomans were the first great engi neers, and in their own particular man ner have never been excelled. Their genius was more of an engineering quality than architectural, and it is in this department they erected their most successful structures. Architecturally, thouch of wonderful variety and impos ing magnitude, Roman art was too rich, too great a combination of diverse ele ments to be thoroughly artistic and in keeping with refined taste. The bar baric Etruscan element in the Boman character, which found visible expres sion in their gladiatorial and bloody shows, was too strongly rooted to be eradicated even in the centuries of in dependent Boman existence. The many lands which Roman conquerors placed under their city's sway made them fa miliar with a great variety of architec tural forms they did not hesitate to avail themselves of, and the result was a combination, wonderfully rich and im pressively, but often violating the can ons of architectural art. Measured by the faultless standard of the Greek, itii immediate predecessor and the model it most closely followed, Roman art leaves much to be desired from the esthetic standpoint. But however unsatisfactory the Romans were in architectural de-t sign, and it must not be forgotten that after all it is the purist who chiefly finds fault with them, they more than made up as constructive builders. Con struction was the Romans' chief point oi excellence, aud they brought to this work a native genius and an insight into engineering requirements of a very higli order. —Engineering Magazine. Government Note JPaper* Anybody who wishes can go into the big Crane & Co.'s factory at Daitou Mass., and see the workmen place the blue silk on the machine that make the paper for all the United States notes. The silk comes in spools, and it made by Belding, of Northampton. It is sold here in Bangor. There is nc more secret about it than there is about the water flowing over the dam above the toll bridge. The real secret is in the composition of the paper. The silk thread idea is secured by patent, to be sure, but the making of tne paper, the compound of the ingredients, is safe in the head of J. Murray Crane, who re ceived the art from his father, whe made bonds for Salmon P. Chase, Lin coln's Secretary of the Treasury, away back in \v*r times. The pure linen pulp iain a big room, looking for all the world like any linen pulp. Then comes J. Murray Crane with a gripsack. He and the "grip" enter the room together, and it is presumed that he locks thij door, for the door is locked on inside and the "grip" does not look able doit. They are closeted for half an hour. When they conie out the pulp goes to the paper machine,' and Mr. Crane and the grip go home. Bat the pulp is changed by that visit, and no body has been able to Ipenetrate the Crane secret The company gets about fifty times as much for that paper as for other linen paper made in the sarno mill —Bangor News* AROUXD THE CAMP-FIRE OLD SOLDIERS TALK OVER EX PERIENCES AND SPIN YARNS. The Blue and the Gray Revtre Incidents of the lata War, and in a Graphic and Interesting Manned Tell of Camp, and Battle. On Guard. BV rr.ORENCE KARLE. Athwart tho night, weird shadows creep) In folded tents tired warriors sleep The pacing sentry sounds the call— "Tls midnight—"twelve o'clock, and all Is well." The legend runs along the lines Its oft-repeated burden chimes Like music through tho soldiers' dreams. Until in very truth it seems That all is well. Alasl for him. Ere morning breaks, Perchanco tho bugle-call awakes Him but to war and pain and strife. In freedom's call to lose his life— Ah! is it well? Peace won by the patriot's hand Now keops the watch throughout our land 'Neath unmarked sod, in watery deeps, In Southern trench the soldier sleeps. And all is well. Near outposts of the "borderland," Waiting tho signal trump to sound. Some comrades still tho vigils keep Before they "lay them down to sleep" Where all is well. His First Battle. Iaskeddida OW you feel in your first battle?" was of veteran, now the record of forty battles behind him. "Well, I was fright ened, I suppose," re plied the soldier. "Tell us about it." He was by no means anxious for the task, but they urged him, and he began: Zttff" "I was with the army of Qeneral Thomas there at Chattanooga in the fall of 1863, when General Bragg, with a splendid army, had us cornered and was slowly starv ing us to death. When Grant came we were told there would be plenty of fighting. We were in no condition to fight, for we were in rags, and many were sick with scurvy. There was no ammunition, and we did not possess a single position from which tne enemy could be attacked. It seems as Grant was coming forward he telegraphed back for ammunition, clothing, and small rations, and the very day of his arrival these were issued to the army. You can have no idea how it strength ened and encouraged us. Where we had been weak and dispirited before, we were now active and full of energy, and all we asked was to be led against the enemy. But really, when orders came to ad vance, 1 confess the courage was cooled very noticeably. One thing was that the movement began in the night. Along in the evening our company was ordered to repoi-t for rations, and the first hint we had of how loDg the tight would last was when we received ten days' rations. Ammunition was next issued, and we were kept moving. I well recollect I had left a waterproof blanket behind, intending to get it be fore we finally started. But as soon as the Cartridges were drawn, and with out breaking ranks, they marched us straight down to the river. Many a night afterward I wanted that blanket, but I never saw it again. Down the river and along the rocky bank, over a road that was difficult enough in day time, we went tumbling along. "Presently, as I rose to the top of a little hill I saw a lot of boats just ahead at the river's edge, and the soldiers climbing into them. There was a jam of men before me. They could not embark rapidly enough. Some were in the water wading and trying to clamber first into one boat and then another. Some lost their guns. After a while we were afloat and drift ing down, crowding together—the whole ri' er full. No one knew where we were going. "Someone said: 'It is getting day light.' The east was becoming red. While I watched it, cramped, half kneeling in the boat, I heard some fir ing just above on the left bank, and then there was a rush of the boats ahead and a loosening of oars. Pretty soon every one was along the shore and climbing up on the bank. Not even the company officers knew where we were going. But there we were, all ashore, and forming in something like a line, but irregular and crowded, and with companies and companies that I had never seen before. No one heard a command, but yet we were going for ward. Just before sunrise I passed a group of rebels. There must have been fifty. 'That's the picket guard we captured,' some one said. I hadn't known we had captured any one. At daylight we were stopped, though there had been no formal orders that any one heard. Men ahead were sitting around on the ground and fences and rock eat ing. We all fell to eating, too. Then there was a forward movement, and all the army—it looked like 5,000 men —was marching rapidly. Lookout Mountain towered up thereon the left. Bebel works reached clear down the valley. The sun was very hot. Some of the men wanted water. My can teen was quite empty. 1 wondered why I had not filled it'rithe river. "All of a sudden theTir seemed to burst, to shatter, with a volley of ar tillery. A hill on our left, half way to the mountain, was occupied by a rebel batie y. 'Ihev were firing right into our column. The soldiers just ahead of us were running out of the road up toward the cannon. Our company ran out of the road,' toa. The ground s'oped up easily. The guns were about a quarter of a mile away. They kept on tiring. Now. for the first time, I saw tome oee was hit here and there hi our troops. I could tell by the lit tle diversion it would cause. Men would look to a common center, where all behind would part and hurry aroui^l. looking at. the ground in that center. Just befoie us stretched a thick piece of low. stunted timber. I cor,hi nor see the Imt'ery, but I heard it o..n -tfilitl-.. Tin slk't.s vere tefciing through the trees. Some one said they had another battery in the woods. We were panting from the run. Now and then a soldier would loosen his blanket or his knapsack and let it roll away. "We were in the timber. A man was killed right in front of me. He fell, struggling and trying to rise, but making no cry. A soldier lifted his canteen strap from his neck and ran on, taking a drink from the full sup ply. I thought it was a horrid and brutal thing to do, but the soldier ran on, slipping his own head and arm through the canteen strap. "Out on the other side of the woods. There was no battery there. But the one up on the hill seemed terribly near. It was firing with dreadful regularity. Soldiers from three sides were running up that hill. Some were shouting. It occurred to me we were in great dan ger. I wondered more of us were not hit. We were in range of muskets. The first volley fairly swept the ad vanced runners From the ground. As we ran on we passed dead and wounded men every few steps. I was terribly tired. My lungs seemed bleeding. The breath came in painful gasps. "The shouting now increased to a roar, and the sound of musketry changed from a volley to a ragged, continual discharge. Part of it was from our own men. Several soldiers near me took aim and fired at the gnns, just pausing an instant in the run. Others jerked up their guns and fired at random, without even taking aim. For the first time I saw my captain. He was away ahead. It occurred to me we ought to be near him, and I tried to overtake him. The ground was level. The cannons were silent. The shooting fell away. A good many of our men were clambering over the earthworks between the guns. I lost the captain, and got over the parapet. Our men were mixed all up with Johnny rebs. One could tell them apart by the clothing. But neither side was fighting. Some of the rebels were gathering up bits of personal be longings. Most of our fellows were sitting down on the ground or any thing else and panting. Pretty soon the rebels brought their arms and stacked them up without much order, and then they gathered in a rather com pact group on one side. Our fellows kept coming over the earthworks or around through the openings in the rear. I learned presently that I had been one of the first twenty Union soldiers in the fort. "That was my first battle. The official reports say our side lost 150 men. They also say we buried 140 rebels that night—a thing I remember and wish I could forget. We are credited with more than a hundred rebels captured. The affair is spoken of as a gallant fight and one of the most important to General Grant in his maneuvers for the defeat of Bragg. I have been in a good many battles since, of course, and while in many of them the dead and wounded were in sight more thickly, yet I saw very little moro of the battle. "The fact is, no man sees a battle. A combining of reports after it is all over gives the world the story, but the (fellows who are deepest in are in the poorest position to tell about it." Comrade Charles Sprugue. 'HEN the war of the rebellion broke out in 1861 Charles Sprague was an urchin 11 years of age, and ^when he followed the bands and witnessed the departure of the soldiers for the front, his greatest I regret was that he, too, was not able 'to go. At that time he was too small even for a drum mer. Still he tried to go in that ca pacity, but his pa rents interfered, and all he could do was to wait and grow. Sprague was born in Poughkeepsie on May 3, 1850, and in 1864 was a boy COMRADE CHARLES SPRAGUE. of 14, but with the size of one several years older. His patriotism during the first three years of the war appears to have materially assisted his growth, and on the 16th of September, 1864, he enlisted as a private in Companv I, Ninety-fifth Begiment, New York Vol unteers, and went to the front, joining the regiment before Petersburg. Al though missing many of the great bat tles of the war, he was still in time to take part in the important engage ments of the gallant old Fifth Army Corps, to which the regiment was at tached, before the oity of Petersburg, which ended in the surrender of Gen-i eral Lee at Appomattox Court House. The severest of these was that at, Hatcher's Bun. In all this series of engagements the young reoruit bore himself bravely, and gained the plau dits of the old veterans. He was mus tered out at the close of the war in Washington, May 3, 1865, after having served nine months in the field. There are many others who claim the honor of being the youngest sol dier in the war, but in every instance these ere boys in the navy or drum mers in the army, and not actual com batants.—.A cw York Vress. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. 3ERIOUS SUBJECTS CAREFULLY CONSIDERED. A Scholarly Exposition of the Lesson-* Thoughts Worthy of Oitm Reflection— Half an Hour's Study of the Scriptures —Tim* Wall Spent. Clirlst the Good Shepherd. The lesson for Sunday, Sept SO, may lie round in John 10: 1-16. INTRODUCTORY. It Is "the shepherd of the sheep" that is hronght into distiuct portrayal here. May the form and face be clearly descried. What want the sheep but a shepherd, heep-lierd? Long enough they have sought pasturage at the wili of hirelings and iiliens. O to see them come, called by this lesson, to the shepherd himself! May many an estray catch vision and voice after the plaintive song of tho 3outli land, as: "Do Massa ob de sheepfold. Dat guards de sheepfold bin. Goes down froo de gloomerln' meadow Where de long night rain begin Goes down froo de glimmerln' rainpaf Where de sleet fa's plercin' thin. And he lets doivn de bars ob de sheepfold. Tallin' sof\ 'C!otne In, come in,' Callin'sof, 'Come in. come In.'" WHAT THE T.ESSON" SAVS. Verily, verily. Introducing an extraor dinary statement. Unto you. .Tesus is still addressing the Jews at Jerusalem. The door, or the gate. Sheepfold. First moaning, an unroofed euclosure. Climb oth up. The verb means simply to go up, or ascend. Analysis Is from this same word. Thief, from the verb to deceive. Robber, from the verb, to plunder. The shepherd. Better, a shepherd, i. e.. the usual conduct of a shepherd. The word shepherd is associated with the verb, to feed. To him. Greek, to this one. Porter oar gateman. Same root as door, above In v. 1. Calleth, the word implies a loud or sonorous call. It Is the same as the word voice In the line above. His own. Greek, all his own. Before them. A strong word, in front of them. Know his voice, Better, his call, the same word used twice in the verse before ("voice," "calleth"). A stranger. One who is other, such the simple significance of the Greek.——tNot tho voice. Again call would graphically convey the sense same word as in vs. 3 and 4 above. Parable. Rather, proverb, a saying. Literally, by-word, from a compound of by and the way. This is not the word para bola, usually rendered parabla Spake unto. Or talked, as if so accustomed to address them. Then. Better, therefore. See Variations, Door of the sheep. In the sense o3 for the sheep, i. o., belonging to them. All that ever. Ever, is omitted in the Revision and Bible Union. But some such distributive seems to be implied in the Greek osol, all, as many as Before me. Omitted in Tischendorf. It is, after all, not needed. Hear. In the sense of heed, but the same word used throughout this narrative. The sheep are picturesquely sketched as feeding on without listening to the false call. Even so. Better, and. The Revision fol lows the Greek here in connecting this di rectly with the verse before: "Mine know me, as the Father knows me and I know the Father." Triple knowledge like the triple unity of John, 17:31, which see. Lay down. Same word translated glveth in v. 11, but why not rendered by the same word in the English'/ Not of the fo'.d. He was speaking to the Jews. Bring. Or conduct. Margin, lead, i. e., with shepherd care and guidance. And one shepherd. Better with and omitted. Seo Variations. This may simply refer to the breaking down of the "wall of parti tion" between Jews and Gentiles, Eph. 2:14. WHAT THE LESSON TEACHES.. For they know his voice. Better still: They know his call. You have tried it yourself, perhaps, at the farm. Tour voice rang out quite lustily and you threw all the persuasion possible into your tones, but the sheep and horses grazed right on unmind ful of your summons. Then the good farmer himself lifted his voics, and at the first cry every head was up and presently the animals wore all about you, rubbing their necks against you. The secret, this: they knew the call of the master. And so does the world. I am the door of the sheep. There is a door for the sheep—let them know It, a door especially fitted and fashioned for them. Have they been trying other ways? It has been a vain, troublous and tiresome effort. Philosophy is not a door neither is culture. Pride fails to find entrance, self-trust is deceitful, work-righteousness discovers no entering place. But to the meek and lowly a door opens wide right in front of them, and over it is written, "Come unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Weary, worried sheep, there is a door expressly for you, and it is this moment wide open. Enter. Go in and cut. In the original it Is, go in and go out, and it is well to mark the emphasis. It is Dr. A. J. Gordon, is it not, who notes here the freedom that belongs to the people of God, freedom of exit as well as of entrance, freedom to labor as well as to rest? For what is our fold but a tarry ing place whore we may gather strength for each day's duties in the service of souls? This is our liberty of the sheepfold, a liberty. Indeed, of the Spirit, since it goes about to do the Spirit's work. Learn, in Christ's name, to go out us well as to go in. I am come that they might have life, and that they mignt have it more abundantly. For this, O Lord, thou art coine thou ai'b already come thou art already here. Then I have not far to go for salvation. The wide space betwixt sin and holiness, betwixt weakness and strength, betwixt ignorance and wisdom has been crossed by thee. Mine is but. a step. Nay, child, "it. is only that you look and live." I am come, sweet words. Then let me just rest In thee, blessed Shepherd and the work Is done. No, not fully, "still there's more to follow." For it is not life only, but abundant life .that I am to have, life that overflows so that there is enough for me and for my neighbor too yes. twelve baskets full after I have had sufficient. Is it for this that thou comest to me, my Master? Then let me be satisfied with nothing less. Come, Lord Jesus, even so, come! I lay down my life for the sheep. We show the strength of our enlistment in any enterprise by what we iuvest in it. Here is one who invests, lays down, his life. We prove our devotion to our friends by what we cast into the scale of friendship. Here is one who places his life at the disposal of those who are his. Surely the shepherd loves the sheep. There can be no doubt of that. The only question Do the sheep love the shepherd? or, rather. Are they so near to him as to learn his love? "Oh, dearly, dearly has he loved. And we must love him, too And trust in his redeeming blood. And try his works to do." Next Lesson. —Quarterly Review. Mis sions or Temperance. Temperance Lesson: Prov. 4: 13-19. Told In a Few Words. THE husk of Indian corn Is being used for the manufacture of paper. WOODSVILLE, N. H., expects to send out $1,000,000 of whetstones during the present year. A SWOKDFISU that weighed 880 pounds, was caught last week by George Wake field, keeper of the Cape Porpoise (Me.) light IT is said that there are more salmon in the Merrimac River now then there have been at any time for,the last forty vears.