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T By JOHN R. MUSICK, Author of ”M y»t«r1o«* Mr. Moword," "Til Dark Stronger,” “Cbarlto Alkuidalo'* Double," Etc. •-pyrlght, 1897, by Roaaar BojmM'l Son. All right* roaarrad. CHAPTER XI.—(Continued.) "What do you think It Is, captain?” Paul asked his companion. "It is not a stone, Crack-lash.” "NofI can see It move.” "That is why I know that it is an animated object.” "Perhaps it is a horse.” The old man shook his head, say ing: "No horse could climb these steeps.” "Then it may be a polar bear.” “More likely that than a horse, and yet I think it is neither, as a polar bear is white, and this object ha3 some black spots on it.” They journeyed on until nightfall, and went into camp in a spot some what screened by rocks. Next day they resumed their weary march through the most desolate country. The skies became overcast, and the snow began to fall in great white flakes, which rapidly covered the ground. When night came they halted under the shelter of some rocks and thick, bushy top cpruce pine. A blanket was stretched over them, forming a par tial shelter. “We are almost out of food,” the captain said as they ate a small por tion of the dried moose meat. "How are we to replenish our stock?” “I don’t know. ’ It was a painful subject to discuss. Their chances of ever reaching a civ ilized camp were gloomy indeed. Paul's fortitude was tried to its ut most when, weak and faint, ho was continually spurred on by the remem brance that Laura was in the wilds of Alaska. About the middle of the afternoon the snow ceased falling, ami the two men trudged on, sinking into the white covering almost to their knees. Suddenly the hermit stopped and said: “Do you see that?" He was pointing to a trail made in the snow by some animal, and Paul answered: "Yes; what made it—a bear?” "No; it is either a dog or wolf.” The thought of a supper on either was repulsive, and the two trudged on in silence. A mile farther they saw a white dog with black spots on the side of his head drinking at one of the lakes. Paul reached for his rifle, but the captain said: "No, don’t shoot him; he may prove cur friend." Paul began to call and whistle to the dog, using terms like the Esqui maux. The animal gave them a look of surprise, and then bounded toward them, yelping in his joy at meeting a j F human companion. "He has a collar about his neck,” said Paul. "I say, captain, If we release him he will go back to his master, will he | not?” “Certainly.” "Then we. may make a courier of ' him. Let us write a message, tie it ! to his collar and send him away.” t, "An excellent idea.” Paul had a small strip of seal skin, and under the embankment he dug out a bit of red chalk, or ochre, usuliy ' called keel, and, dressing one end to a pencil point, wrote; "We are in the forest, out of food . end starving. Follow on the trail at 1 once and find us. I "PAUL MILLER AND COMPANION." Vi When this had been fastened about the dog's neck, he was released and || sent bounding away through the for est. i \\ nen the deg courier had been dis patched with his message, the two F men trudged on a mile or two farther and halted. Evening was approaeh v tng, and they w ere on the banks of a lake in a marshy ground covered with a thicket of bushes. Here they built a small fire and made a supper on a part of their slender stock of food. Suddenly they were startled by a crashing in the bushes, accompanied hy a snort half of terror and half of defiance. Paul seized his rifle and both leaped to their feet. “A moose.” The captain nodded. “It is our only chance for life.” Again the captain nodded. Paul gave him an Inquiring glance, and the captain made a sweeping motion with his left hand at the same time dis appearing on the right. Slowly and carefully through the melting snow and tangled thickets Paul groped his way. holding his riflb In one hand and parting the bushes with the other. Hour after hour he trudged on, pausing occasionally to listen. At last he was about to give up and return to the camp, when the crashing of the bushes not far off again aroused his hope3. Suddenly a dark object loomed up through the night. He only caught n glimpse of it. and before he could raise his rule to his shoulder it was gone. . Wet to the waist, tired out and de spairing, he sank down upon a stone fo rest. A dense fog had settled over the low ground, and Paul felt damp and chilly. He was stunned and con fused, and only half conscious when there came on his ears the sound of splashing teet. Next he was conscious of a large, dark object coming through the woods. A large animal wan drinking at the lake. He roused himself In ft moment, raised his gun, brought It to his shoulder, and without hardly tak ing aim, fired. There was a wild, spasmodic leap, a splashing and plunging. He fired again and again at the struggling beast. With a snort of agony it made a few plunges blindly into the thick et and fell. Paul roused himself in a monient and rushed to Its side. Despair quick ly gave way to joy, for here was food. The moose was a giant In size, and would furnish them with food for days. He cut its throat with his knife and then for the first time thought of his companion. He called aloud, and fired a shot in the air, but only the echoes answered him. “He will get on my trail and follow me,’’ thought Paul, and began to skin the dead moose without feeling in the least uneasy. Having at last com pleted his task, he built a fire, and, cutting off some of the choicest steaks began to broii them over It. Paul had been on short rations a long time, and never steak tasted better. Paul wrapped himself in his blank et and lay down by the Are to warm himself and dry his clothing. The night passed in troubled dreams. When he awoke it was broad day light. When it was noon and Paul’s com panion did not come he began to feel uneasy. Could it be they were lost? To become separated he thought would be fatal to both. He roasted and packed away all the moose meat he could carry, and after another, rest less nigh{, started out to return to the spot where he had last seen his com panion. The lowering skie3 portended anoth er storm, and before he had gone five miles the snow was falling in blind ing fury, completely obliterating the trail. For hours and hours Paul stag gered cn until he came upon a great, high wail of stone, which barred his farther progress and partially shelt ered him from the driving storm. He spread his blanket above him, and, finding some dry pine sticks, lundled a litt'.e fire, ever which he stretched his half-frozen fingers. His suffering throughout that night was in tense, and It is a wonder that he did not perish. mit morning came, ana, coia ana hungry anJ in despair, he crept away from the great cliff under shelter of which he had passed such a miser able night. He reached a deep ravine in which was a great deal of dry pine wood, and he proceeded to make a fire. The fire blazed and reared and gave out a generous heat. He was soon warmed, and, wrapping his blann:t about him, slept throughout the day. Night eame and he awoke, and, building another fire, slept throughout the night. Next day the sky was clear, and he started on his wandering, going in the direction c: the Yukon. He slept that night in the shelter of a rock, and the next morning started again on his journey. About the middle of the forenoon he saw a party of men coming toward him, and shouted and danced for joy. He ran to meet them yelling like a madman. At last he came up with them. The leader was a tall man about his own age. He gazed on the being whom hardship, exposure and toil had so completely metamorphosed that he was unrecognizable, and asked: “Who are you, and what are you?” Paul started back with an exclama tion of horror, and well he might. He was face to lace with his most bitter enemy, Theodore Lackland. * * * * • • It is necessary at this point in our story that we take leave of Paul for the time being and return to the brave girl whom we left hastening to the dangers and wilds of the polar world for the man she loved. Laura kept up bravely so long as she could discern the form of Mrs. Miller on the dock, hut when it faded from view she fell upon a steamer chair and hurst into tears. A hand hardened by toil and softened by love was laid upon her shoulder and a low, gentle voice whispered in her ear: “Don’t cry, pretty one. It’s a hard lot ye’ve chosen, but there's a rich promise in the future for ye.” Looking up she saw the kind face of the woman called Kate Willis bend ing over her. “I know, child, it s tough on ye t’ go away from friends and relations, perhaps, but ye’ll find friends where yer goin’ that'll be true to ye.” "I don't doubt you, my good woman. 1 don't doubt you,” Laura declared. "Pardon this weakness and let me as sure you that it will not last long. The knowledge that 1 shall perhaps never see the face of that dear friend has quite overwhelmed me for the time being.” “Oh, it's nothin', my dear, after ye git used to it; but gittin’ used t’ it’s the trouble. I tell ye. Laura, I’ll look after ye when we git to Alaska. Ye shan’t work. I’ll do it for ye. Them pretty little hands sha n’t do any thing to spoil ’em.” "1 am not going to the Klondyke to work,” answered Laura. "Not goin’ there t’ work?” "That is, I am not going to dig gold from the mines.” “Well, what are ye goin’ for?” It was a long, sad story, but Laura was a confiding creature and told her. When she had finished tears were trickling uown the furrowed cheeks of her companion. "Ah, child, ycr story is so like my own I can but believe yer livin' over my own sad life. When I was young like you, and some said pretty, 1 had a lover, a gallant young sailor lad. Ho always told mo how he loved me and wouldn’t never marry another. We were goin' t’ be married when jack came back from the uaxt cruise. He was tsrae o the sea, and I was tired o’ havin' him go away so much, so we decided that it was to be the last voyage. He sailed t’ the north in the Arctic seas somewhere an’ never came back." She sobbed a moment in silence and resumed: "A long time I couldn’t give him up. I didn't believe that he was dead, but at last I had to give in that he was. Two years after a sailor came into port who had been in Jack’s crew and he told how Jack and his captain had been led out iDto the forest by savages on promises af flndin' a great amount o’ gold, and both killed.” Laura, wno was very much interest ed in her sad story, asked: “Why are you going to the Klon dyke?” "I am goin’ where I kin make money; where I kin git rich, and help young people, so they won’t suffer as I have.' From that time on they became the best of friends. They were together most of the time and exchanged hopes and fears, and both kneeled at night to ask God for guidance in their course in the future. Their long voyage was at last enrl ed. The great engine was slowly puf fing as the vessel was driven slowly into the bay. The vessel ran to within three fourths of a mile of the shore and dropped anchor. They had been discovered by the people on shore, who were waving handkerchiefs and hats, firing guns and pistols in the air. The boats were lowered and men climbed into them. “Don’t be in a hurry to go, child," whispered Kate, who exercised a sort of motherly control over the girl “There’s another ship in.” “Where did it come from?” Laura asked. “San Francisco, I'm thlnkin’. Fact, I know It's from San Francisco.” Poor Laura little dreamed who had come on that vessel, starting after she did, but beating her to the land of gold. Even had she known whom the vessel brought she would not have been able to guess his object in com ing to this country. 1 hey went cut on deck again to find it cleared of passengers. Another boat was lowered, and they were asked if they wished to go ashore. “Certainly,” said Laura. They de scended to the rocking boat, and were pulled ashore by eight sturdy oars men. A porter came from the boat with her pretty, white bag, which seemed in harmony with the spotless purity which surrounded them. She thanked him and gave him a silver dollar for his trouble. Then she turned to go with Kate to the hotel, when she suddenly stopped, started back, and, with a cry of alarm, fell into the arms of Kate Willis. Be fore her stood Theodore Lackland, a smile on his contemptible features. Kate Willis was dumbfounded at the conduct of her charge. She knew the girl had unexpectedly met some one, and the meeting was highly disagree able, but could not, of course, under stand the true cause. Kate knew the man before her was the cause of the trouble, and at once began to berate him. “You unprincipled scoundrel,” she cried. “What do you mean by cornin’ here to frighten this poor child to death?” In a moment Laura had recovered her self-possession, while Kate con tinued: “You ugly, hatchet-faced, spider legged kangaroo! You flannel-mouthed redheaded dude with brute’s milk eyes! You three-card monte, faro bank shark, with a tongue as black as your heart! You—” “That will do, Kate," interrupted Laura, regaining her speech. “This man’s sudden appearance startled me.” (To be continued.) As to Two Evils. Theodore Hallani, one of the most celebrated of legal practitioners, once defended a burglar; and the case gave hira a story that he never tired of tell ing. The prosecuting attorney was fighting vigorously, and had the de dendant’3 wife on the stand. “You are the wife of the prisoner?" he asked her. "Yes," she replied. “Did you know his mode of life when you married him?” “I did, sir.” “Will you tell us, then.” went on the prosecutor, surprised by this ad mission, “how you came to contract an alliance with one of his kind?” “Well," she answered, ingenuously, “I was getting on, the other girls had all been married, and I at last had no choice but between him and a lawyer who was courting me.” Look Out for Your Pate. So “pate” is s.-ang for head, eh? Wherefore? Surely the word is used in a trivial or derogatory sense, as noodle, noggin, cranium, brain-pan, etc., but its origin is eminently re spectable. Shakespeare says “the learned pate ducks' to the golden fool.” Pope’s epigram is good— “You beat your pate, and fancy wit will come; Knock as you please, there’s no body at home.” We have “bald pate” and “shave j pate.” Why, the word is used once in the Ilible, and by David, in Psalm vii., IS: “His mischief shall return upon his own head, and his violent dealing shall come down upon his own pate.” Accurately, pate does not mean the head, but the crown of the head. Preventing Lead Poisoning. Improvements in the arrangements of two large factories in England re duced the number of cases of lead ' poisoning in one year (com 173 to 74. j TWO WAYS TO 1)0 IT THE PROPOSED FOREIGN CURE FOR TRUST EVILS. Tariff Reduction Would Make Our Country Dumping Ground for the Surplus Production of Cheap Labor In Other Countries. A common charge against the "trusts” is that they deliberately dump their surplus products upon for eign countries at any price attainable while keeping up prices at home. That is probably true of the trusts, for it is true of every manufacturing concern, big or little, which ever produced a surplus in this or any country. It is true of our farmers who secure from all railroad companies lower freights on grain and meat destined for export than on that to be consumed at home, with the avowed intent to dump our surplus on other countries. Where no tariff exists freight rates are made to answer the purpose. The Pacific coast is and always has been a dump ing ground for every manufacturer in America. A St. Louis manufacturer, if he has a surplus, will sell it to he shipped to this coast, or for export, cheaper than he would sell it into the territory on which he relies for his main support. So we may assume that the trusts, in this respect, adhere to the practice which has obtained in all countries Rince international trade existed—-or any other trade, for that matter. The main object of produc ing a surplus is to keep labor em ployed during periods of depression. In this employers are influenced part ly by the desire to keep a trained force together and to keep their machinery going, and also, very largely by feel ings of humanity. At any rate, the production of surpluses in America does give employment to a vast number of Americans who would otherwise be idle. All nations com pete with each other In the disposal of surpluses—nearly always at less than home rates. It Is not in any sense peculiar to the "trusts." Now there are two ways of dealing with surpluses entering from foreign countries. One way is to encourage them to come in, which speedily shuts up the home industries—and the smaller first, of all—because no indus try can compete with goods sold at cost or less, and nearly all interna tional trade has come to be in sur pluses. That Is the method which free trade Democrats desire us to adopt, and they are seeking to direct the popular prejudice against trusts, against a trade practice which existed before trusts were heard of and will continue to exist after they are under control, and would exist Just the same if they were blotted out of existence. The other way Is that proposed by German statesmen, and likely to be adopted by all Europe—to keep sur pluses out by a stiff tariff. That, In the case of sugar, was proposed by the Brussels sugar conference. It is like ly to be applied to all products. Just now the American copper trust has a surplus which It Is dumping on any foreign market which will receive it. But German statesmen won’t have it. Although Germany produces but about one-third the copper which she uses, her people are determined that Ger man mines shall not be closed down by American copper sold in those mar kets at less than cost of production. A committee of the Reichstag has ac cordingly proposed a duty on raw cop per, which will apparently he adopted. Germany thinks it more profitable to keep her own people employed than to buy cheap American copper at the cost of the idleness of a portion of her own people. It is to our interest that she should do so. If our trust sur pluses are kept out of foreign coun tries they must be sold at home, which will reduce the price of all copper in this country. The Republican policy is like that of Germany—protect our industries—trusts and all—against the influx of the surpluses of foreign trusts sold here at less than cost. The Democratic policy is to Invite these surpluses and close down our own works. It Is for the American people to choose between them.—San Fran cisco Chronicle. ONE PER CENT. The Proportion of Goods Sold Cheaper Abroad Than at Home. Full weight has been given to the few manufacturers who make a lower price for export on certain goods at certain times. We have given all the testimony available from the Indus trial commission’s report. The show ing proved to be insignificant and ri diculous. amounting as it did to less than one per cent of our exports of manufactures. On the other hand it would be im possible to give the testimony of man ufacturers who sell at the sar:e or a higher price abroad. Eighty per cent of the replies to the Industrial com mission made this assertion and show ed how absolutely unworthy of weight is the contention of the Democratic Congressional committee on this ques tion. A few extracts will suffice to prove the instability of the free trad er’s position. Establishment No. 59, which manufacturers about 40 per cent of the locomotives in the United States and exports over $5,000,000 worth, says: “The average prices received from abroad are higher than average prices received from the United States." The manufacturers of agricultural implements report, with only one ex ception. that prices to foreign purchas ers aro either higher or no lower than for domestic purchasers. One say3: "Foreign prices are made sufficient ly higher than domestic prices to pay freight to New York and boxing for ocean shipment." Another says: "The foreigner pays oeean Insurance and duties, which add from 50 to 100 per cent to these net prices, making higher prices to them." In leather and leather products the only establishments which report low er prices from export trade than for domestic purchasers are those which produce sole leather and cut soles. They give as a reason the rebate of the tariff duty on foreign hides. In textiles, establishment No. 15, ex porting nearly a million dollars’ worth of drills and sheetings, equal to 60 per cent of its total product, states that: "They usually get better prices for export than home trade goods.” Establishment No. 16, exporting more than three-quarters of a million dollars’ worth of drills and sheetings, equal to 75 per cent of their total product, says: "Prices in those markets arc some times better than at home.” Establishment No. 80, which soils over $300,000 worth of sewing ma chines yearly in foreign countries, states that: "Export prices are generally about the same as prices in the United States.” Establishment No. 32, manufactur ing lamp chimneys, etc., answers: "We have made it a part of our policy to sell domestic trade at as low if not lower prices than to the foreign trade.” Five typewriter manufacturers say: “'No lower;’ ‘Foreign machines net as much as domestic;’ ’About the same;' ‘Slightly higher;’ ‘Slightly higher.’ ” The wire and wire rope manufac turers say: “No lower.” The manufacturers of stoves say: “Five per cent higher abroad; no lower.” Not a single textile manufacturer reports lower prices abroad. In short, over 350 out of 416 replies report the same prices or higher prices abroad, and these manufacturers represent our great exporters in every line of for eign trade. It is just as well to carry these figures along with us during the campaign. Annual business in U. S.$40,000,000,000 Manufactures . 15,000,000,000 Exports of manufac tures . 400,000,000 Goods sold lc3s abroad (perhaps) . 4,000,000 Not a Door Kr.ob, a Real Live Egg. -g*m Ftrade. 'w rmsm Watterson Would Scuttle. Henry Watterson is now a"scuttler.” Next to Edward Atkinson and Brother Bryan, he is at the hend of the pro cession of those who would get out of the Philippines. Not long since he was whooping it up to stay. He would have American ideas and civili zation go hand in hand to redeem the natives from the bondage of barbar ism. He indorsed the McKinley pol icy, and went even further than Mc Kinley in urging that the flag be kept flying. Ho was characteristically elo quent in his patriotism and enthus iasm, and the attitude he struck was admirably suited to his figure and rec ord. But now he thinks we ought to get out, and not be particular as to the method either. He would have us find a small hole somewhere and crawl through it. Mr. Watterson is apparently trying to get in line for what Democratic national convention will declare for. It is not principle with him this time nearly as much as it is expediency.—Grand Rapids Her ald. Better Never Than Now. The difference between curing a tariff law and digging a grave for it is great. When the people of the United States van to bury protection out of sight they will call on the Dem ocratic party, but not before. They have found protection very useful In the business of the nation and will have further use for it. ‘ Reform of the tariff by its friends” may mean re form ‘.‘the day after never,” but even that is better than reform by its ene mies, which means reform out of ex istence, with all that implies.—Pitts burg Gazette. Does Not Vote As He Thinks. Southern Democrats understand well enough that Republican policies are prosperity policies. But they are expected to vote their prejudices, not their convictions. Many of them will continue to vote their prejudices, too, but some won’t. A Democrat told the editor of this paper a few days ago that he never had voted a Republican ticket and had no intention of ever voting one, but that he hoped the next Republican candidate for President would be elected.—Valley Mills (Tex.l Protectionist. Are They Getting Tired? Politicians who are now talking free trade must, imagine that the peo ple are getting tired of prosperity.— Tionesta (Pa.) Republican TIIE SUNDAY SCHOOL LCG30N Ilf, CCT. 19; JOSHUA 6:12 20—THE FALL OF JERICHO. Colden Text—"By Faith The Walls of Jericho Fell Down”—Hebrews 11:30 —True Inwardness of the Workings of a Miracle. I. Preparation for taking Possession of the Land.—The Renewal of the Cove nant.—Josh. 5: 1-9. The Israelites were now actually In the promised Land, with out the possibility of retreat. It was "victory or death." And victory could comp only through divine help, and even If they could gain possession, it would be of little* value to them unless, mid only so far as, they worshiped sincerely the true God. and were his peculiar peo ple In training to understand and pro mulgate the true religion. Hence they began their new life In their tie v home by observll g their religious duties, in honor and obedience to God, by whose power alone they could have a prosper ous national existence. Religion lay at the foundation of the nation. Besides, it made all their welfare and work re-llg ious. It was not for themselves chief ly, but for the Cause, the cause of God for all time, that they fought and suf fered. The remembranco of what God has done for us In the past, especially his love in sending his Son, Is a source of hope and assurance In all days to come. It is the dawn after darkness, promis ing a bright to-morrow. The fact of God's goodness and power shines like a star through all the clouds that sur round us. We trust in promises that have been tried and proved. The' New Form of Dependence on God. —Josh. 5: 11, 12. At the close of the Pass over the miraculous manna ceased, and henceforth the people lived on the fruits which the land Itself supplied. The spe cial gift was withheld when their wants could be supplied through the ordinary laws of nature. God gives special helps for special needs, but it Is better that our daily support should come through the ordinary channels. Nature's fruits are as really God’s gift as miraculous manna. I nt* Strange Attack.—vs. 1-16. 20. Tho plan of the attack was for the people to march around the city once ;k (lay for six (lays, and on the seventh day to march around It seven times, the last time with n Ion# blast of the trumpets and a great shout from all the people, wheii the walls were to fall flat. At first sight there Is a seeming con tradiction between vs. 4, 8, 9, requiring the trumpets to blow each time the peo ple went around, and vs. 10, 16, 29, re quiring tho people to be silent till they heard the trumpets blow, and then to shout. Some critics regard this as show ing that different and contradictory uc» counts were woven together by an edi tor. But an editor would not be likely to put plain contradiction In his com pleted account. And a closer study shows there Is no contradiction. For ac cording to v. 5 It was when the priests blew a long blast, distinctly different from the marching music, that the peo ple, hitherto silent, were to send up the great shout. 16. “At the seventh time,” while the people were surrounding the city, "when the priests blew with the trumpets” the long blast announced In v. 5 to be the signal. “Joshua said . . . Shout.” “For the I.ord hath given you the city.” The result Is given In v. 20. "The wall fell down flat.” Of course the shouting and the blare of the trumpets had no power to overthrow the broad walls of the city; but it connected tho people with the miracle In outward form to show that only as they were really con nected with It by faith would the work be done for them. The secondary means, some think, to have been an earthquake, but even then it must have been miracu lous In Its timing and In Its limitation to the city, while the surrounding Is raelites were untouched. Practical Suggestions. 1. This plan of capture Impressed upon tho people the two elements by which all their victories and prosperity could be ob tained,—the divine power, leading them to obey and trust God; and the human Instrumentality through which that pow er worked. 2. It well illustrates the victories which the gospel was to obtain over all the principalities and powers or earth and hell. No human force was to he used. Nothing hut the simple announce ment of the truth, and that by the in strumentality of weak and sinful men, was the means chosen for the destruc tion of idolatry and the establishment of the Redeemer's kingdom over the earth. We should never bn dismayed at any obstacle or hindrance In the way of God's kingdom; nor at the seem ing feebleness of the means to be used. X. All the people shall shout. In order that nil may have part in the victory. Bo when all Christians utter with all their might the words of Jesus, the kingdom of Satan will soon full. By f.?j weak things of earth God confounds the mighty (1 Cor. 1: 17-24). IV. The Destruction of Jericho.—Vs. 17-20. 17. “And the city shall be oc curred,“ "devoted.'' Hebrew, herem. "That is herem which Is devoted to God beyond redemption or exchange.” "If destructible, that which is herem is to be utterly destroyed, thus putting it be yond the reach of every being but God. If not destructible, it is to be put to permanent religious use. The Canaan Ites and Amalekltes were to be made herem, that is. utterly destroyed, as a religious act.” “The people and animals of Jericho are to be made herem by slaughtering them, and the houses and clothing by burning, but the metals (Josh. 6: 19. 24: 7: 1, 11, 21) by putting them into the treasury of the house of Jehovah.”—Prof. Willis F. Beecher. 19. "All the silver, and gold,” that could not be destroyed, but could be puri tied. was used for religious purposes. This massacre seems terrible. But sev eral things are to be remembered In ad dition to the suggestions In the last lesson. 1. It was In an untrained, seml-clvll ized age. and not the best thing abso lutely, but the best thing possible under the circumstances. 2. It was a question which should fee destroyed, the Israelites or the Canaan ites. It was something like a modern self-defense against robbers. It is an awful thing to shoot a man, and yet there are times when the best Christian nations sometimes feel Justified In do ing it. It is an awful thing to imprison a man. and yet the police duty that re quires it is sustained by the best Chris ti».n sentiment. Finds Obstacles. 1 have always fancied that if I could secure to myself a quiet retreat i should bo wonderfully good. I have found a great deal of the comfort I ex pected, but without any of the con comitant virtues. With full leisure to rectify my heart and affections, the disposition unluckily does not come. I have the misfortune to find that pet ty and innocent employments can de tain my heart from heaven as much as tumultuous pleasures.—Hannah More.