THE ADVERTISER.
O. W. PAIKIIUOTJII'It fe !0
''MiW. 'nlr.
THE OPEN V.llEHT.
Badly I stopped to mother's room
Hho had traveled away, and unmo homo mi
mom,
Now clic lay In (ho (pilot lomtt
Lonoly and orphaned, my hoart was soru.
Jlorohost Htood cMifti; I found It to-day
.hiHtnsMio loft II. In hnsto to depart;
Things strewed about. In Iho usual way,
When horses wait at tho door to mart.
Thorn lay hor prayer-book, open wide,
Willi household hills, In her writing fair:
And Ion from hor break taut tho day sho died,
A morsel of eako still crumbled thuro.
Tho prayer I road where the puifo lay turned
Mv tremhlliiLr heart now heal In fear
Tho prayorofa mother wlioiw spirit yearned
I 'or Heavenly blessings on children dear.
I read tlm writing her hand had traced
No longer my pain might he suppressed
Jtend hor llgurcs, and tore In haste
Joy's reckoning from my aching breast.
I gathered up, with a pious tare,
Kaoh tiniest crumb of her little cako;
Ato or tlu choking morsel there,
And wept till my heart wan like to break.
TtmAc liar.
Unit FIKHT VALENTIN!!.
Little Lotty Longwood, old Mr. Bar
row's raiiil-ilaulitor, jus eighteen
that day, Juul tripputl into her grand
father's ofllco willi a message from her
mother and tripped out again. Sho hud
mot her Aunt Cynthia thore, and was
going homo to toll hor niothor that Aunt
Cynthia would ho round to toa, whim
sho ran against an elderly gentleman,
who howod and apologized and Htood
looking after her as sho went upon hor
way. It was Mr. Strykor, old Mr. Har
row's host elient; and in that instant
Cupid, perched probably on tlio window
ledge of the law ofllco, took aim and hit
him in the heart.
A few minutes aftor this, Jack Sprat,
Mr. Harrow'H olllee-boy, eamo whistling
baok from dinner. lie found Mr. Stry
ker Htanding like a sentinel near his em
ployer's door.
"Jack," Haiti Mr. Strykor, "I haven't
given you anything for your trouble for
u longtime, ami you've boon very oblig
ing. Thorn' h a dollar."
" Thank you,lr," said Jaek.
"Who was that young lady in Mr.
Burrow's ollico just now?" asked Mr.
Strykor. "A very pleasing looking
young lady."
" Oh," .said Jaek, "I guess that was
Miss Cynthia. I left hor there. Mr.
Barrow's (laughter, sir."
'Oh,
, vorylikolv.
She's very nice, isn't
sho, taijkP" asked Mr. Strvkor.
"Very," said Jaek. "Sho gave me
a big plum eako she made herself at
Christmas; and they say hIio'h a won
derful housekeeper. The only one that
isn't married and is at homo, you
know."
"Naturally," said Mr. Strykor, "tho
chiltl of Mr. Harrow's old ago?"
"Yes, sir," said Jaek, agreeing to
ovorything.
" Thank you, Jack. You won't men
tion I asked?" said Mr. Strykor.
" No, sir," Hiiid Jack; and made his
bow and wont his way.
" Lovely creature,'"' said Mr. Strykor;
" and domestic, too."
" I never had a Valentino in my life,"
said Cynthia Harrow, leaning up against
tlio wall of tho sitting-room, and looking
sidowiso through tho curtains at tlio
postman as ho ran along the street with
his last bundle of letters for that day.
" I suppose I was too homely; but I
don't know. There was Sarah Splcer;
she was always terribly long-featured,
and yallor, and she got'lots of 'em. And
there was Mary Ann Monoyponny she
got her offer in ono of thorn; and sho
was the only woman I ever Saw that
nothing became. Oh, pshaw! I don't
boliove it is good looks; it's a kind of
way. r don't know as 1 want to have
it, either. Well, ho's got a letter for
mo, anyhow or a hill." And Miss
Harrow threw tip the window of tho
house which sho kopt spick and span
and shining for hor father, and took tho
letter from tiie postman's hand. "Clad
you're almost through, I guossP" said
she.
" Heekon I am," ropliotl tho postman,
laconically, as he departed.
Cynthia Harrow drew the curtains and
sat down before her lire. The student's
lamp was already lighted, and tea wait
ing for " pa's" appearance, which would
bo lust live minutes after the six o'clock
train stopped at the depot, if nothing
unusual occurred.
"Whocfmitbo fromP" asked Miss
Cynthia. ".Jane wrote last week, and
Maria's last baby was quite well yes
torday. Cousin Ann won't write until
sho gets ono from mo. And it can't
be-"
Hero it occurred to Miss Cynthia that
opening tho letter would be tho best
solution of tho mystery. She took her
penknife from her pooket, cut ono side
of the envelope, and gave a little shriek
of surprise, for it had eomo at last tho
Valentino for which slip had waited
thirty-six years.
" Well, I declare!" said Cynthia Har
row, and sat quite- still for a moment.
"Pa has sent it for fun," said sho.
Hut, on consideration, that was not
like ptu She spread tho shoot open on
tho tablo and looked at it critically. An
enameled Cupid, with purple wln
presented a white rose to a lovely maTd
en In cream color, timid clouds of doll
?ato tint. Holow woro versos in gilt
letters, and there was a wondorful
border. It was a costly thing of its
kind. And hero was a note inclosed in
tho envelope. Cynthia read it a once.
It ran:
"MvI)kaii Miss IMuuow You novor saw
mo, but I have neon yon. It was at your last
vlHlt to your fathor'a ollloo. You remember It
was about a wpok ago."
"So It was," said Cynthia.
"Jam not n young gentleman, but I havo a
Iwait, and I Imvo loit It to yon. I am coining
nil to tea with your father to-night, fvo In
vited myself, if yon think well of my propo
rtion put sugar In my toa, If not, leave It out.
" Your ever In any caie,
"Jamkh Jackson."
"What an eccentric man," cried
Cynthia; and sho would have boon less
than woman if sho had not ilowu to her
room to change her brown alpaca for a
black silk, and put a crimson bow in her
hair.
Sho was not an ugly woman, only
quaint, and rather too dark; ami sho
looked best when most dressed, as all
but beauties do; and thero was pa at
tlio door, and somebody with him.
Miss Cynthia sat down in her chair,
and the color flew to her cheeks.
"Cynthia," said her father's voico;
and siii! arose, ami hardly dared to look
up "Cynthia, this is Mr. Strykor. I've
brought him up to take tea witli us,"
said the old gentleman. "This is the
only girl 1 liave left at home, Mr.
Strvker"
The lady and gentleman bowed.
"Hang Jack for a fool!" said Mr.
Strykor, to himself. "And I'm another!
It was Homebody else."
"lie's rather old," thought Cynthia;
"but I like his looks."
Then all sat down in some confusion,
to which the old gentleman greatly add
ed by spying on the tablo tho luckless,
forgotten valentine, and crying out:
"Got a valentine, oh, CynthyP"
"I've made this young lady believe
that I've fallen in love with hor,"
sighed Mr. Strykor to himself. " A
pretty rascal I am, to be sure," and ho
sat in silence.
" How modest ho is, poor man!"
thought Cynthia.
"She lias an amiable look," thought
Mr. Strvker. "After all, how much
more suitable sho is for mo than that
young girl. About tho proper ago,
really."
Cynthia was twenty-five years his
junior; but men will bo men.
" He's a great deal older than I, but,
then, how young his heart must bo to
fall in love like that!" said Cynthia.
Tea was ready. Tho chairs woro
drawn up to tho tablo. Cynthia sat at
tlio tray.
"Lotty is coming out to-morrow,"
said tho old gentleman. " My grand
daughter. You must havo seen her
running in ami out of my olljco. She's
buying her wedding-dress. Going to
bo married soon," added Mr. Harrow.
" Site's only eighteen. Going to marry
Rhodes. You know young Rhodes in
Parker's ollico. He'll got on. That's
tho first married grand-child. I feel
quite old when I think of it."
"Married, oh well. 1 suppose mar
ried life is tho happiest," said the old
bachelor. In his heart lie was thinking
what a gooso ho was.
"Your tea, pa," said Cynthia.
"Why, help Mr. Strykor first, Cyn-
uiy, saiii mo out man.
"I've put
sugar in tins, pa,
" said
She
uyntliia.
Mr. Strykor
looked at her.
loolzod at mm.
"Please put sugar in mine, Miss Cyn
thia," ho said. J
She did.
"To think, ma," cried Letty to hor
mother, ono day, " to think of Aunt
Cynthia being engaged. 1 thought sho
was going to bo an old maid. If only
ho was a little younger. Ho is almost
as old as grandpa."
"Cynthia won't leave homo, though.,"
said the mother. Pa will bo as comfort
able as ever, anil Mr. Strvker is ten
years younger than your grandfather, at
least."
And so all ended well, anil Cynthia
keeps hor Valentino still. It eatu very
late, she says, but when it eamo it was
very pretty; ami as her husband would
rather be cut into small pieces than tell
her the truth abous it now, she will novor
know that it was out to Letty. N. Y,
Lcdycr.
Oillflal Etiquette.
A peculiarity of tlio etiquotto in re
gard to tho olllcial mourning for tlio late
President is of interest. Ft is not only
tho stationery used for olllcial corre
spondence at tho Executive Mansion
and State Department, which still has a
broad black border, but tho visitiii"
cards ot tho President and Secretary of
State aro also bordered with black,
wnilo those of tho other members of tho
Cabinet aro not. Secretary I'rolinghuy
sen, although not in any olllcial position
at tlio time President Garfield died, in
herited tho mourning when ho became
chief of tho State Department. Tho
cards used by his wife and daii"htor.s
aro plain white, while ids is in deep
mourning. As is customary hero tlio
uamo of a member of tlio Cabinet does
flot appear on his card, but only his olll
cial title, as, for instance, on that of Mr.
Frelinghuyson is engraved only, "Tho
Secretary of Stnie"; on that of Mr.
Hrewstor, "The Attorney-General," and
so on through tho list. On the Presi
dent's card, which as mentioned has a
wide black border, Is engraved only.
"Tho President." Tlio same stylo Is
usual for a Vice-President when wo
have ono. Vice-President Wheeler told
mo last year that Senator Anthony, who
Is tho authority in the Senate in all
questions of olllcial etiquette, told him
that on all his cards, whether to bo used
in purely ollielal calls or not, must ap
pear only, "Tho Vico-Prosldent." This
stylo has not been usual heretofore for
tho oards.of tho Speaker of the Houso
of Representatives. Tlio last Speaker
did not havo any title on his, but merely
his full name "Samuel J. Randall,
Pa." Mr. Kcifor, on the other hand,
has no name on his, but only, "Tho
Speaker." Washington Lrtlrr.
" I should like to seo somebody ab
duct me," said Mrs. Smith at tho break
fast table the other morning. "lPml
so should I, my dear, so should I," said
Mr. Smith with exceeding earnostnoas.
FACTS AM) FHIUKKS.
Tho gold production of G eorgia haa
Increased from $10,000 in 1875 to nearly
$1,000,000 in 1881.
The total value of the product of
tho twenty-two field crops raised in
Kansas in 1881 Is $01,910,1.10.27, or
inoro than '10 per cent, greater than in
any previous year in tlio history of tho
State.
According to Prof. Young, tlio total
quantity of light emitted by the sun Is
equal to C,!00,000,000,000,000,000,000,
000,000 candles. Such an array of fig
tires, however, seems meaningless, so
faint is human conception of the number.
The colors of 270 principal stars aro
thus given: Golden. 8: vellow. 35: yel
lowish, 57; yellowish white, 15; white,
103; very white, 23; greenish white, 28;
bluish white, 1. On the other hand, tho
colors of 270 companions are: Reddish,
3; golden, 3; yellow, II; yellowish, 35;
yellowish white, 18; white, !); very
white, 17; greenish white, G; ash, 23;
bluish, 21; blue, 23; purplish, i; pur
ple, 1.
The following Is the estimated area
in acres of eoal lands yet remaining tlio
property of tho United States: Wash
ington Territory, 820,080: Oregon, 111,
535; California, 2-10,020; Colorado, 1,
127,025; Utah, 2,702,020; New Mexico,
10,000; Wyoming, 21.000: Dakota. 50.-
000; Montana, 50,000. No coal has
yet been discovered in Arizona or Ne
vada. The coal-bearing rocks of Ne
braska, Indian Territory and Arkansas
novor tho respective areas of 3,000 and
13,(500 square miles.
Census statistics recently published
of the distribution of languages in tho
Hombay Presidency of India present
some interestingfeatures. Of languages
not European the following are the fig
ures: Mahratti, spoken by 7,751,197
persons; Gu.erati, by 3.103,311; Kanar
ese, by 2,101,931; Sindhi, by 2,051,720;
Hindustani, by 871,121; Helooehi, by
119,519; Marvadi, by 111,229; Hrahni,
by 21,520; Arabic, by 5,418; Hengali, by
031; Hurmese. by 05; Chinese, by 310;
vuMimerc, uy -'o; nargi, oy 20; various
one knows how varied are the tongues
spoken in the East, but few will be
prepared for statistics like these.
The Invention or the Telescope.
Some of the mo-t important discover
ies have been made accidentally; and it
lias happened to more than ono inventor,
who had long been searching after some
new combination or material for carry
ing out a pet idea, to hit upon the right
tiling at last by mere chance. A lucky
instance of this kind was the discovery
of tho principle of the telescope.
Nearly three hundred vear ago thoro
was living in tlio town of Middelburg,
on the island of Walclienm.in the Neth
erlands, a poor optician named Hans
Ljppersheim. One day, in the year
1008, he was working in his shop, his
children heluinir him in various .small
S
ways, or romping
'
about ami amusing
themselves with tli:
lords and obiects
iyui" on ins work-lench, when suddenly
his little girl exclaimed:
"Oh, papa! See how near the steeple
conies!"
Half-startled by this announcement,
the honest Ham looked up from his
work, curious to know the cause of the
child's amazement. Turning toward
hor, lie saw thathhe was looking through
.wo lenses, one held close to her eye,
and the other at arm's length; and,
calling his daughter to his side, he no
ticed that the eye-Ions was plano-concave
(or flat on ono side and hollowed
out on the other), while tho one held at
a distance was plano-convex (or flat on
one side and bulging on the other).
Then, taking the two glasses, ho re
peated his daughter's experiment, and
soon discovered that she had chanced
"!() hold the lenses apart at their exact
focus, and this had produced the won
derful oll'eet that sho had observed. His
quick wit and skilled invention saw in
this accident a wonderful discovery.
Ho immediately set about making uso
of his new knowledge of lenses, and ero
long ho had fashioned a tube of paste
board, in which lie set the glasses firmly
at their exact focus.
This rough tube was tlio germ of that
great instrument the telescope, to which
modern science owes so much. And it
was on October 22, 1008, that Lippor
sheiiu sent to his Government three tel
escopes made by himself, calling them
"instruments by means of which to see
at a distance."
Not long afterward another man,
Jacob Adrians, or Melius, of Alkinaar,
a town about twenty miles from Amster
dam, claimed to have discovered tho
nrinciplc of the tele.icopo two years ear
lier than Hans Lippcrsheim; and It is
generally acknowledged that to one of
these two men belongs the honor of In
venting the instrument. Hut it seems
curtain that Hans Lipporshoim had never
known nor heard of tho discovery made
by Adrians., and so, if Adrians, had
tiot lived we still should owe to Hans
Lippcrshcini's quick wit, and his little
daughter's lucky meddling, ono of tho
most valuable and wonderful of human
inventions. -St. Xicltola.
A well-dressed young man regis
tered at tho Osborne House, Auburn,
N. Y., the other day, and at the sumo
time handed tlio clerk a small package
to keep in the safo until called for.
Aftor staying at the houso two days, ho
departed, without calling for the pack
ago or tho bill. Upon opening tho
package a cigar-box was fountl con
taining half a pound of rusty shingle
nails, pieces of lead pipe, a quantity of
chalk, sawdust and a cliromo.
negro dialects, by 2,052: Nepali, by 13;
Punjabi, by 23,9(5G: PuMitu, by 8.498;
Persian, by 4,230; Goanese, by 45,511;
Tamil, by 7,830; Telugu, by 110,237;
Tulu, by 595; Turkish, by 203. Everv
Religious Department
my aiiEPiimiD.
" "Holourictli tnol"
And no I need not nook my own wild way
Aorois the ilcnorl wild;
Ho knowothwlioro tho noft green pastures He,
Whore tho Htlll waters glide,
And how to reach tho eoolnons of their rest,
uciiumu mu caiin jiiii-muu.
" fro lendeth mo!"
And though It ho by nigged, wenry waj'H,
Whoro thorns spring Hharp and sore,
No pathway can seem strange or deiolato
Whoro Jcaiis "goes before;"
Ills gentlo shepherding my hoIiicu Is,
And gladness, yet In storo.
. "Ilolcadcthmol"
I flhnll not take ono needless step through all,
In wind, nor heat, nor cold;
And nil day long JIo noes tho peaceful end,
'Ihrough trials manifold;
Up tho fair hlll-slde, llko Homo sweet surprise,
Waltcth tho quiet fold.
irunlancfirorfc.
Why Soil
The most splendid trait of genius is
its ability to seo life in its great moments
and its sublime movements. Ha.litt has
written of that night when for the first
thill' ll( llPiinl flip ninvvnlnna onniinl. t
Coleridge, and caught from its oloquont
periods deep glimpses into tlio heart of
things. Tho boy's soul took lire at tho
vision which rose before him, and as he
walked homeward under tho silent stars
the world seemed to havo widened into
something vaster than before. It was
the grand service which Thomas Car
Jyle rendered his generation when he
opened its thought to the Infinities and
the Eternities, and gave dignity and sol
emn grandeur to the most obscure path
across fields over which such a sky
brooded and under which sucli abysses
yawned.
Hut are this insight and this outlook
possible to men and women who have
no Inheritance of genius, whose lives
are full of care anil whoso strength is
absorbed by duties .so small that they
cannot be numbered and yet so impera
tive that they cannot bo slighted:" In
how many careers aspirations die, cour
age fails, tho slow despair winch is born
ol monotony creeps over the soul because
life seems to be wasting its precious en-
orgies on barren details! How many
promising men and women sink into
obscurity, and in middle life iUul old ao-e
have kept no higher ambition than to
get comfortably and respectably through
with the struggle. The plalong ago
lost all interest and meaning to them,
and they hold their places only because
there is no way of leaving tlio stage,
lor most, life is a matter of detail, of
daily repetition of uninterestimr situa
tions and petty cares. The store, the I
suop, tne otliee, the farm, the sewing
room and the Icitchen swallow up what
ever of vitality and ambition thev have.
If the grandeur of living depended on
surroundings and occupation they are
few who would ever feel its inspiration;
but it has its seat in tho soul that looks
out upon its vicissitudes and opportuni
ties. It is the eye which brings color to
nature, and makes that which would
otherwise bo dull and monotonous beau
tiful through a vast range of tint and
hue; itis the spirit of man which sees
under all the disguises which life takes
on its essential dignity and solemnity.
lYw commonest of us move through
tragedies as august as that of Promethe
us, as heart-breaking as that of Othello;
but we are blind to the movements of
the drama because the stage accessories
are wanting. No curtain rises on the
solemn scenes that mark the fall of a
human soul from purity to vice, from
peace and promise to weakness and de
spair, from Heaven to hell; and yet the
play is always going on before our eyes.
No overture preludes tho slow ripening
of a man or woman into beauty and
greatness of soul through tho ministry
of obscure duties and the discipline of
obscure trials; and yet in every neigh
borhood this divinely beautifufdrama is
performed. It is our attitude toward
life which makes it either mean or no
bio to us. The smallest works, done in
u great spirit, become significant"; the
most obscure life, steadfastly looked
upon in the light of the invisible and
the eternal, becomes rich and full at the
last. Greet your cares as God's mes
sengers, accept your duties as God's
teachers, take your work as God's op
portunity, and your life will become a
highway to tho palace of tho King.
Ctristiun Union.
An Apt Incident.
An ingenious and ready speaker will
sometimes multiply tho force of his
words, or make a tolling " point," by
taking advantage of some strikirg cir
cumstance or accidental situation.
A good illustration of this is found in
a story of Whitoflold, which is authen
tic, and has been but recently made
public. It is told by Mrs. Sarah E. 1-.
liriggs, of Rochester, N. Y., who says
that her father, Rev. Charles E. Fur
man, told the story as ho lay on his
death-hed, and asked her to write it
down.
In his youth, very early in tho present
century, ho had known an aged mer
chant, a Mr. Lamber.iou, who had lived
from his boyhood in Jamaica, L. I., and
who often repeated the following pas
sago of his experience:
When Whitoflold was last in America
ho visited Jamaica. As the crowds who
came to hear him could not bo accom
modated in tho old octagonal church
of the village, tlio servico was hold in an
adjacent orchard. Thousands of peoplo
assembled, standing in closo masses,
or perched on wagons and on the
fences. Lamberson, then a young man,
climbed an apple-tree in order to hear,
anil get a good view of Mr. Whitoflold.
Tho great preacher took his text:
"This day Is salvation come." With
earnestness and eloquonco ho urged his
hearers to reoelvo It, entertain Ft, and
enjoy tho o
With it can
ndlcss blessing it brought.
Hint) a Heavenly guest, who
brought healing for many a sorrow anil
deliverance from many A fear; a Frienil
Who is no other than the Sou of God ami
Savior of men. Picturing the circum
stances of his toxt, and speaking with
'reat earnestness of Zaecheus, the pub
lenn. in H'lmm Oiriit nflilrrwciwl !.
words the man who climbed the syca
more tree to see tUe Lord Mr. Whito
flold turned suddcnJy to Lamberson
sitting among the branches intently
listening:
" I think I seo Zaecheus mow.'" he
said. "I think I hear tho voico of tho
Lord speaking now to you; 'Zae
cheus, make hasto and come down, for
iu-iiay i musi abide at tliy house.'
" Oh, why not," he jusked, in a tone
of melting persuasion, "why not obey
Him, and ' make haste' to receivo the
salvation He brings?"
The effect of this upon tlio coiHTca
tion was electrical, but to tlio young
man it seemed to come like a command
from the skies. Ho soon disappeared
from the crowd and went home with a
new purpose in his soul and Impressions
that lasted through life.
Lamberson soon after openly aeeepted
Christ as Ids Master, and continued
faithful in his allegiance till Ids death,
at a ripe old ago. lie loved to talk of
Vhitefleld, and always declared that
Hie day when ho first was led to serious
ly consider his relations to God and
eternity was the day ho climbed tho
apple-tree in tho old Jamaica orchard,
and received so unexpectedly tho whole
force of the great preacher's appeal.
Youth's Compunton.
Suggestions to Young Ministers.
The young preacher who begins his
ministry with tlio idea that his sermons
are beyond and above criticism will
make a dismal failure of his work. Ad
miring friends have told him that his
theology is sound, his arguments con
vincing, his rhetoric graceful, ami his
oratory equal to that of Daniel Webster.
They have listened to his trial sermon,
in the composition of which lie spent the
last six months of his seminary course,
and they pronounced it unmatched for
clearness of statement, absolute adher
ence to the text, and power to convince
the moit hard-hearted sinners. From
this kind exnre-ion of their rmininn f lio
young man forms a high opinion of the
discourse and of his oratorical ability in
delivering it. Therefore ho is much as
tonished after preaching the same dis
course in the hearing of sundry Irrever
ent newspaper reporters commissioned
to take notes of it for publication. They
jot down several of his striking expres
sions without taking care to put them in
their proper connection. One reporter
says the preacher is stilted. Another
says rfiat although his voice is good his
delivery is harsher than that ot an auc
tioneer. A third remarks that his
manner would be graceful if he did
not stand like a country horse
at a hitching-pot, with one lc
twisted around the other. The
fourth reports him as having a bronchial
difliculty, which asserted itself in the A
middle of each sent-rn'o, and ruined
what otherwise might havo been a good
delivery. Reporter No. 5 says that the
young man talked too loud and too
long, and even with these ilillieullie?
preached what would havo boon a good
sermon had he not been so conceited in
manner, so flowery in stylo, and ver
bose in utterance. If the youii"
preacher is a fool, his hoart sinks witli
m him as he reads these criticisms in the
papers. If lie has good sense, lie is in
no way discouraged by them, but
makes the most of the lessons they
teach him, rugged and dillicult to bear
as they may be.
Every nun who appears before tho
public as -.peakor, writer, artist, or in
ventor, lays himself open to criticism,
whether wise or foolish. The preacher
who expects to bo exempt from criti
cism or who worries himself needlessly
about it is a donkey, who never will ac
complish much good. Some of the
best preachers do not even care to hear
what the critics say about them. They
take it for granted that they will bo
cr ticised. both by friends and by foes.
Their safe plan is to do their level best
and trust God for the results. Philadel
phia Times.
Gems of Thought.
As every lord giveth a certain liv
ery to his servants, charity is tho very
livery of Christ. Our Savior, who is
the Lord above all lords, would havo
His servants known by their bailee
which is love. Bishop UUiinnr. '
The root of the Divine life is faith.
The chief branches aro love of God'
charity to man, purity and humility!
lhesoare the highest perfections that
either men or angels are capable of, the
very foundation of Ueaveu laid in tho
soul. Scuuyal.
The United Presbyterian says that
" the man who loaves his church and
duties simply because ho cannot have
his own way is doing him-df an injury
mid is j ting a bad example to others.
Ho is usually but airirg hix prido, and
is declaring m actions that are louder
than words that he regards hi,s personal
opinion and importance as of more value
than his place in tho church and the
peace of the brethren."
--Yes, it is hard to praetiee. Here
we have been preaching to others about
self-control, and really foelinn- that it
was not equally necessary to "ako tho
lesson to hoart ourselves. But, how
quickly were wo undeceived. Only a
briofword of discourtesy, and vet Its
sting is rankling still after half a day.
AjkI all this time bitter thoughts havo
kopt coming up. Wo aro asTiamed of
ourselves. Wo had intended to exhibit
suoii a calm and Christian spirit. But
as wo said at first, it is hard to practice'
Golden Rule.
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