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FOE BOYS AND GIRLS. SOME GOOD STORIES FOR OUR JUNIOR READERS. Tlio Story of the Soii-Crchlii Jlal > y anil Klpplmnt How nn American Girl Kudo Ono In India Antu Who llavo Sluvcs \Yalt UJIOM Them. To a Hcnr I-lltlo Truant. - When nre you coming ? the flowers have como : Bees in the balmy nlr happily hum ; In the dim woods where the cool mosses nre , Gleams the anemone's little , light star ; Tenderly , timidly , down in the dell. Sighs the sweet violet , droops the hare bell ; Soft la the wavy grass lightens the dew ; Spring keeps her promises : why do not you ? Up in the hluo air the clouds are at play You are more graceful and lovely than they ; Birds in the branches sing all the day long , When are you coming to Join In their song ? Fairer than flowers , and fresher than dew ! Other sweet things are here why are not you ? Why don't you come ? we have welcomed the rose. Every light zephyr , us gayly it goes. Whispers of other flowers , met on Its way : Why has it nothing of you , love , to say ? Why does it tell us of music and dew ? Hose of the south , we arc waiting for you. Do not delay , darling , mid the dark trees. Like a lute murmurs the musical breeze ; Sometimes the brook , as it trips by the flowers v > Hushes its warble to listen for yours. Pure as the rivulet , lovely and true- Spring should have waited till she could bring you. The Story of the Sea-Urchln. Far down on the Maine coast , where the great ocean roars and dashes Its waves against the rocks , is a very curious and interesting home , which I think you would like to see. -f I first saw this home on a lovely June day , when the sky was blue.wlth little clouds floating in It , and the sea looked like a great sapphire , as it sparkled in the sunlight. On this morning of which I am goIng - Ing to tell you I was lying on the rocks , listening to a lullaby which a mother wave was singing to her babies. It was so soothing that I had almost fallen asleep , when suddenly a queer , little , sharp voice said : "Oh , mother , the wave has washed me away up here ! Come and take me back ! " I looked all around , expecting to see a little girl of boy , but not a soul was in sight. Then , as I turned my head , I discovered , quite close to me , some thing very strange indeed. It looked exactly like a chestnut-bur. "Can I take you back ? " said I , po litely. Then there was a terrible com motion. All the little spikes on the bur stuck out feelers , which quivered in a most agitated manner , and it tried very hard to roll itself away , but it could only move a short distance. I lay quite still , hoping it would get over its fright. After a few minutes it calmed down , and presently the little voice said , "I thought you were a log. " "Oh , no , " I answered , "I am not a log , but I am as safe as one. Can't I take you home ? " "I don't believe you can. I live away out by that rock where the waves are breaking now , and I think you're the animal called man that doesn't live in the water ; perhaps you might , though , when the tide , goes further out , and in the meantime , if you will be kind enough to set me in that puddle I will be much obliged. I find the heat of the sun very weakening. " The poor little thing's voice was quite faint , so I made haste to get a flat shell which was near and to put him into the puddle. The water soon revived him , and he became quite an imated. Seeing that he felt better , I asked him his name. "I have several , " he answered , "but you will know me best by my name of Sea Urchin. " "How did you get so far from your home , Sea Urchin ? " "I was looking out of the window to see my cousin Star Fish go by , and a big wave swept me up here and left me : Mother always told me to keep away from the window , but I wanted so to look cut that I forgot. If I ever get home again I will remember. " As he said this he made a queer sort of a shuffling movement toward a speck in the water and it disappeared. "That looks as if he might have eaten it , " I thought to niyse1 So I took a stick and gently tui _ him over to find his mouth. "Here , stop that ! Don't you sup pose I have feelings ? " he said , sharp ly. ly."I "I wanted to see your mouth , " I answered. "I won't hurt you. " What a funny looking mouth it was ! In the center , hundreds of little tenta cles waved to and fro in the water , and five sharp teeth led the way into a hole which looked as if it might swallow anything. I took the liberty of look ing at it closely , and saw the bit of fish which I thought it had eaten dis appearing rapidly. "If you don't stop poking in my stomach , " he said , suddenly , "I'll have to sting you , and you won't like it. " "Oh , that's your stomach , is it ? I thought it was your mouth. " "Humph ! you did ! Well , It is and it isn't .1 think you may carry me home now. The tide Is about out. " I looked around. Sure enough , the great brown rock was out of water. I took the sea-urchin up on the shell , and when we arrived at the rock I looked about for his home. "It is on the other side , " he said ; "and hurry ; I don't feel very well. " On the other side I went , and there , j * * r SH9B3&233SES3S In a cleft of the rocks , was the home of the little sea-urchin. Thousands of years the sea had been making this home , and how beautiful it was ! First of all , little by little , the water had cut a basin In the rock , round and deep. Then Its sides had been colored a beautiful , soft tint of red , and finally , different kinds of sea weeds had grown up and now waved to and fro in the clear green water. A ray of sunlight touched the sides , they sparkled like jewels , and away down at the bottom I saw the Sea-Urchln family , Mr. and Mrs. Sea-Urchln , and all the little Sea-Urchlns. As I listened I heard a voice saying : "Father , did you speak to the waves about looking for Spiney , when the tide goes in again ? " "Yes , mother , I did ; but they said they were afraid it would be of little use. " Mrs. Sea-Urchin gave a sob , and said : "I hope this will be a lesson to you children , to keep away from the top of the house. How often I have spoken to Splnoy about it ; now I am afraid we'll never see him again. Oh , dear ! oh dear ! " and she quivered all over In her grief. I took the shell with Spiney Sea- Urchln on it , and slid him carefully Into his home. " 0 mother ! " he cried , as he slowly sank to the bottom beside her , "I've had such an adventure. " What a commotion there was at his coming ! The pool fairly boiled , and all the Sea-Urchins talked at once.and laughed , and had such fun , that I stay ed until the sun said that noon had come , and it was time to say good-by until another day. Grace Eleanor Fitts. Baby and Elephant. Lilian Allen Martin describes In the St. Nicholas a baby's ride on an ele phant. Cum Moon , the nurse , took Ruth from her crib and sniffed with her nose the warm little cheek and neck ; this is the Laos way of kissing. "Nai nov pi doy ! " ( "The lltue lady is going on the mountain. " ) She re peated this many times while dressing her. Out on the broad veranda where Ruth spent all her waking hours it was very lively and entertaining. Such a running about and ordering and packing as there was ! Mattresses , pil lows and blankets were strewn over the floor ; dishes , clothing and provi sions were being packed into bamboo baskets. In the open space before the house , below the high veranda , four big elephants leisurely broke up and chewed long , juicy banana stalks , making a great rustling noise as tney swept the broad leaves over the ground. By and by the hubbub on the veranda quieted down. The filled bas kets were fastened , two by two , on each end of a short pole ; this pole was hoisted over a man's shoulder , and elf he trotted with his load. Down among the elephants was a great shouting and groaning and straining. The elephants were made to kneel down while the heavy howdahs , or elephant saddles , were put in place on their backs. Two of the howdahs were packed with bed ding , two folding-chairs , a coop of chickens , a stone water-filter , cans of kerosene whatever could not be put into the bamboo baskets. The third elephant was led up to the first landing of the long flight of veranda stairs , and Ruth's mamma stepped upon a chair , then on the stair-railing , and then on the elephant's head , whence it was easy to reach the seat of the howuah. Papa made the passage to the howdah more quickly and with less trepidation. Lastly , dear Dr. McGilvary , who was speeding the expedition , handed the baby over to papa , and chorus of "Nai noy pi doy ! " went up from the admir ing crowd below. The procession moved out of the gate , the brass bells at the elephants' necks chiming melodiously. Ants "Who Have Slaves. Did you ever hear of ants who make slaves of other ants ? Well , there are such creatures. They are called slave- making ants. One day in the year 1804 a famous naturalist beheld a large body of ants marching rapidly over the ground in an unbroken column. Their behavior was most military and there was no straggling. Presently they came to an ant mound where another species of ants lived. Some of these ants were en guard , and on seeing the enemy approach preach messengers were sent to the interior of the mound to call the rest out. In a minute a great battle was on , which ended in a victory for the attacking party. The conquered ones retreated to the bottom of their nest , while the conquerors followed in after , and presently each returned with a baby ant in its mouth. These ants were brought up as slaves , as was later discovered by this same naturalist. After a while the masters became so dependent on the slaves for everything they could do nothing for themselves except fight other ants. They lost their teeth ; they forgot how to build ; they neglected their young , leaving the slave ants to care for them ; they even lest the power of feeding themselves , and when , by way of experiment , a few of them were placed by themselves where there was lots of food , but no slaves to give it to them , they died , every one of them , from hunger. One time a man took a few of this species and kept them by themselves for a couple of days , and then , Just as they seemed about to die , he gave them one slave ant Working all alone , thia fel low built a nice home , washed and cared for the baby ants and fed the older ones , who were about dead from hunger. If you had to be an ant , wouldn't you much rather be the slave than the master ? TALMA&E'S SERMON. 'THE IVORY PALACES , " LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. ' All the Garments Smell of Myrrh , and Aloes , and CnsMn , Out of the Ivory Palaces" From the Book of Psalms , Chapter il , Verso 8. ( Copyright 1893 by Louis Klopsch. ) Among the grand adornments of the city of Paris is the Church of Notre Dame , with its great towers and elab orate rose windows , and sculpturing of the last judgment , with the trumpeting angels and rising dead ; its battlements of quatre-fpil ; its sacristy , with ribbed celling and statues of saints. But there was nothing in all that building which more vividly appealed to my plain re publican tastes than the costly vest ments which lay in oaken presses robes that had been embroidered with gold , and been worn by popes and arch bishops on great occasions. There was a robe that had been worn by Pius VII. at the crowning of the first Na poleon. There was also a vestment that had been worn at the baptism of Napoleon II. As our guide opened the oaken presses , and brought out these vestments of fabulous cost , and lifted them up , the fragrance of the pungent aromatlcs in which they had been pre served filled the place with a sweet ness that was almost oppressive. Noth ing that had been done in stone more vividly impressed me than these things that had been in cloth , and embroidery and perfume. But today I open the drawer of this text , and I look upon the kingly robes of Christ and as I lift them , flashing with eternal jewels , the whole house is filled with the aroma of these garments , which "smell of myrrh , and aloes , and cassia , out of the ivory palaces. " In my text the king steps forth. His robes rustle and blaze as he advances. His pomp and power and glory over master the spectator. More brilliant is he than Queen Vashti , moving amid the Persian princes ; than Marie An toinette , on the day when Louis XVI. put upon her the necklace of 800 diamonds mends ; than Anne Boleyn , the day when Henry VIII. welcomed her to his palace all beauty and all pomp for gotten while we stand in the presence of this imperial glory , king of Zion , king of earth , king of heaven , king forever ! His garments not worn out , not dust-bedraggled ; but radiant and Jeweled and redolent. It seems as if they must have been pressed a hundred years amid the flowers of heaven. The wardrobes from which they have been taken must have been sweet with clus ters of camphire.and frankincense , and all manner of precious wood. Do you not inhale the odors ? Ay , ay , "They smell of myrrh , and aloes , and cassia , out of the ivory palaces. " Your first curiosity is to know why the robes of Christ are odorous with myrrh. This was a bright-leafed Abys sinian plant. It was trifoliated. The Greeks , Egyptians , Romans and Jews bought and sold it at a high price. The first present that was ever given to Christ was a sprig of myrrh thrown on his infantile bed in Bethlehem , and the last gift that Christ ever had was myrrh pressed into the cup of his cru cifixion. The natives would take a stone and bruise the tree , and then it would exude a gum that would satu rate all the ground beneath. This gum was used for purposes of merchandise. One piece of it , no larger than a chest nut , would whelm a whole room with odors. It was put in closets , in chests , in drawers , in rooms and its perfume adhered almost interminably to any thing that was anywhere near it. So when in my text I read that Christ's garments smell of myrrh , I immediate ly conclude the exquisite sweetness of Jesus. I know that to many he is only like any historical person ; another John Howard ; another philanthropic Obev- liu ; another Confucius ; a grand sub ject for a painting , a heroic theme for a poem ; a beautiful form for a statue ; but to those who have heard his voice , and felt his pardon , and received his benediction , he is music and light , and warmth , and thrill , and eternal fra grance sweet as a friend sticking to you when all else betray ; lifting you up while others try to push you down ; not so much like morning-glories , that bloom only when the sun is coming up , nor like "four-o'clocks , " that bloom only when the sun is going down , but like myrrh , perpetually aromatic the same morning , noon and night ; yes terday , today , forever. It seems as if we cannot wear him out. We put on him all our burdens , and afflict him with all our griefs , and set him fore most in all our battles ; and yet he is ready to lift , and to sympathize and to help. We have so imposed upon him that one would think in eternal affront he would quit our soul , and yet today he addresses us with the same tender ness , dawns upon us with the same smile , pities us with the same com passion. There is no name like his for us. It is more imperial than Caesar's , more musical than Beethoven's , more con quering than Charlemagne's , more elo quent than Cicero's. It throbs with all life. It weeps with all pathos. It groans with all pain. It stoops with all condescension. It breathes with all perfume. Who like Jesus to set a broken bone , to pity a homeless or phan , to nurse a sick man , to take a prodigal back without any scolding , to illumine a cemetery all ploughed with graves , to make a queen unto God out of the lost woman , to catch the tears of human sorrow in a lachrymatory that shall never be broken ? Who has such an eye to see our need , such a lip to kiss away our sorrow , such a hand to snatch us out of the fire , such a foot to trample our enemies , such a he"t to embrace all our necessities ? I 'struggle for some metaphor with which to express him ; he is not like the bursting forth of a full orchestra ; that Is too loud. He Is not like the sea when lashed to rage by the tempest ; that Is too boisterous He is not like the mountain , its brow wreathed with the lightnings ; that is too solitary. Give us a softer type , a gentler comparison. We have seemec to see him ivith our eyes , and to hear him with our ears , and to touch him ( vith our hands. Oh , that today he might appear to some other one of our five senses ! Ay , the nostril shall dis cover his presence. He comes upon us like spice gales from heaven. Yea , his garments smell of lasting and all-per vasive myrrh. Would that you all knew nis sweet ness ! how soon you would turn from all other attractions ! If the philoso pher leaped cut of his bath in a frenzy of joy , and clapped his hands ana rushed through the streets , because he had found the solution of a mathemat ical problem , how will you feel leap ing from the fountain of a savior's mercy and pardon , washed clean and made white as snow , when the question lias been solved : "How can my soul fie saved ? " Naked , frost-bitten , storm- lashed soul , let Jesus this hour throw around thee the "garments that smell of myrrh , and aloes , and cassia out of ivory palaces. " Your second curiosity is to know why the robes of Jesus are odorous with aloes. There is some difference of opinion about where these aloes grow , what is the color of the flower , what is the particular appearance of the herb. Suffice it for you and me to know that aloes mean bitterness the world over , and when Christ comes ttith garments bearing that particular odor , they suggest to me the bitterness of a Savior's sufferings. Were there ever such nights as Jesus lived through nights on the mountains , nights on the sea , nights in the desert ? Who ever had such a hard reception as Jesus had ? A hostelry the first , an un just trial in oyer and terminer another , a foul-mouthed , yelling mob the last. Was there a space on his back as wide as your two fingers where he was not whipped ? Was there a space on his brow an inch square where he was not cut of the briers ? When the spike struck at the instep , did it not go clear through to the hollow of the foot ? Oh , long deep , bitter pilgrimage ! Aloes ! aloes ! * * * According to my text , he comes "out of the ivory palaces. " You know , or , if you do not know , I will tell you now , that some of the palaces of olden time were adorned with ivory. Ahab and Solomon omen had their homes furnished with it. The tusks of African and Asiatic elephants were twisted into all man ners of shapes , and there were stairs of ivory , and chairs of ivory , and ta bles of ivory , and floors of ivory , and pillars of ivory , and windows of ivory , and fountains fhat dropped into basins of ivory , and rooms that had ceilings of ivory. Oh , white and overmastering beauty ! Green tree branches sweep ing the white curbs. Tapestry trailing the snowy floors. Brackets of light flashing on the lustrous ( surrounding ? . Silvery music rippling on the beach of the arches. The mere thought of it al most stuns my brain , and you say : Oh , if I could only have walked over eich floors ! If I could have thrown myself into such a chair ! If I could h vo heard the drip and dash of those fountains ! " You shall have something better than that if you only let Christ introduce you. From that place he came , and to that place he proposes to transport you , for his "garments smell of myrrh , and aloes , and cassia , out of the ivory palaces. " What a place heaven must be ! The Tuileries of the French , the Windsor castle of the Eng lish , the Spanish Alhambra , the Rus sian Kremlin , are mere dungeons com pared with it ! Not so many castles on either side the Rhine as on both sides of the river of God the ivory palaces ! One for the angels , insufferably bright , winged , fire-eyed , tempest-charioted ; one for the martyrs , with blood-red robes from under the altar ; one for the King , the steps of his palace the crown of the church militant ; one for : he singers , who lead the one hundred and forty and four thousand ; one for you , ransomed from sin ; one for me , plucked from the burning. Oh , the Tory palaces ! Today it seems to me as if the windows dews of those palaces were illumined for some great victory , and I look and see , climbing the stairs of ivory , and walking on floors of ivory , and look ing from the windows of ivory , some vhorn we knew and loved on earth. Yes , I know them. There are father and mother , not eighty-two years and seventy-nine years , as when they left us , but blithe and young as when on their marriage day. And there are ) rothers and sisters.merrier than when we used to romp across the meadows together. The cough gone. The can cer cured. The erysipelas healed. The heartbreak over. Oh , how fair they are in the ivory palaces ! And your dear little children that went out from you Christ did not let one of them drop as he lifted them. He did not wrench one of them from you. No. They went as from one they loved well to One whom they loved better. If I should take your little child and press ts soft face against my rough cheek , might keep it a little while ; but when you , the mother , came along it would struggle to go with you. And so you stood holding your dying child when Jesus passed by in the room , and the ittle one sprang out to greet him. That s all. Your Christian dead did not go down into the dust , and the gravel , and the mud. Though it rained all that uneral day , and the water came up to the wheel's hub as you drove out to he cemetery , it made no difference to them , for they stepped from the home icre to the home there , right into the Ivory palaces. All la well with them. All Is well. It is not a dead weight that you lift when you carry a Christian out. Jesua makes the bed up soft with velvet promises , and he says , "Put her down here very gently. Put that head which will never ache again on this pillow of hallelujahs. Send up word that the procession Is coming. Ring the bells ! Ring ! Open your gates , ye Ivory pal aces ! " And so your loved ones are there. They are just as certainly there , having died In Christ , as that you are here. There Is only one thing more they want. Indeed , there Is one thing in heaven they have not got. They want it. Wrhat Is It Your company. But , oh , my brother , unless you change your tack you cannot reach that har bor. You might as well take the South ern Pacific railroad , expecting In that di : on to reach Toronto , as to go on in the way some of you are going , and yet expect to reach the ivory pala ces. Your loved ones are looking out of the windows of heaven now , and yet you seem to turn your back upon them. You do not seem to know the sound of their voices as well as you used to , or to be moved by the sight of their dear faces. Call louder , ye departed ones ! Call louder from the Ivory palaces ! " When I think of that place.and think of my entering it , I feel awkward ; I feel as sometimes when I have been ex posed to the weather , and my shoes have been bemired , and my coat is soiled , and my hair Is disheveled , and I stop in front of some fine residence where I have an errand. I feel not fit to go in as I am , and sit among the guests. So some of us feel about heaven. We need to be washed ; wo need to be rehabilitated before we go into the ivory palaces. Eternal God , let the surges of thy pardoning mercy rc'l over us ! I want not only to wash my hands and my feet , but , like some skilled diver , standing on the pier head , who leaps into a wave and comes up at a far distant point from where ho went in , so I want to go down , and so I want to come up. O Jesus , wash me in the waves of thy salvation ! And here I ask you to solve a mys tery that has been oppressing me for thirty years. I have been asking it of doctors of divinity who have been studying theology for half a century , and they have given me no satisfactory answer. I have turned over all the books in my library , but got no solution to the question , and today I come and ask you for an explanation. By what logic was Christ induced to exchange the ivory palaces of heaven for the crucifixion agonies of earth ? I shall take the first thousand million years in heaven to study out that problem ; meanwhile , and now , taking it as the tenderest , mightiest of all facts that Christ did come ; that he came with spikes in his feet ; came with thorns in his brow ; came with spears in his heart , to save you and to save me , "God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son , that whosoever believeth in him should not perish , but have everlasting life. " Oh , Christ , whelm all our souls with thy compas sion ! Mow them down like summer grain with the harvesting sickle of thy grace ! Ride through today the con queror , thy garments smelling "of myrrh , and aloes , and cassia , out o/ tb.2 ivory palaces" ! ORIGIN OF EXPRESSIONS. Many of the phrases one uses or hears every day have been handed down to us from generation to genera tion for hundreds of years , and in many cases they can be traced to a quaint and curious origin. "Done to a turn" suggests the story of St. Lawrence , who suffered martyrdom by being roasted on a gridiron. During his torture he calmly requested the attendants to turn him over , as he was thoroughly roasted on one side. In one of the battles between the Russians and the Tartars , 400 years ago , a private soldier of the former cried out : "Captain , I've caught a Tartar. " "Bring him along , then , " an swered the officer. "I can't , for he won't let me , " was the response. Upon investigation it was apparent that the captive had the captor by the arm and would not release him. i The familiar expression , "Robbing Peter to pay Paul , " is connected with the history of Westminster abbey. In the early middle ages it was the cus tom to call the abbey St. Peter's ca thedral. At one time the funds at St. Paul's cathedral being low , those in authority took sufficient from St. Peter's to settle the accounts , much to the dissatisfaction of the people , who asked , "Why rob St. Peter to pay St. Paul ? " Some 200 years later the say ing was again used in regard to the same collegiate churches , at the time of the death of the earl of Chatham , the city of London declaring that the famous statesman ought to lie i 'at. Paul's. Parliament , however , 5i > .ed that Westminster abbey was the proper place , and not to bury him there would je , for the second time , "Robbing St. Peter to pay Si. Paul. " Poor Baronet. 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