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i ' jlllftwlrr. , ! y Un , r .lr I , v l - ; . - _ I S c o nit TA - t % . -lRGIN1A VII. JOHNSON. - . COPYRIGHT 1892 BY R A ND M. NA LLYbCO. y 41 . - - , r 1e . ' 4. 3 : j .r INGERNATION AL PRESS A166'N ' CHAPTER II. . - A MALTESE SUITOR. , - - _ 1 ! . 5.4 I , , t ' t i f , 1 i .Y A Y ST. GREGory - ) ory confound all Englishmen ! " re- DeatedDr. Busatti in a hissing whisper - per between clenched teeth as he walked home , after separating from Lieut Cur- i von. He glanced over his shoulder , cautiously , in the very utterance of the malediction , as if to ascertain whether or no the sain invoked had blighted the stalwart enemy on the spot But the officer pursued his way at a light and brisk pace , without a backward look. Dejection gradually subdued the fierce wrath of jealousy in the breast of the young physician. Why was Dolores so portionless a maiden ? He asked this question , piteously , of the blue sky and limpid sea. In his family , the bride had always brought her dowry , her household linen and embroideries , however modest , and he had been educated to laudably respect the possession of worldly goods. Still he was irresistibly - ibly attracted and charmed by the arch beauty and winning ways of Jacob Dealtry's granddaughter , whose smiles animated his grave and somber humor on those occasions when he sought a pretext to ° visit the Watch Tower in the country. Dolores was glad to see Dr. Busatti. She was glad to see any visitor in her restricted ex- istence. She played with his devotion as a kittensports with shadows , plac- in , the paw of innocent curiosity on dark phases of passion in human nature - ture in mere sportiveness of mood. Ile had cradled himself in the sweet delusions - lusions of the present hour , without too accurately defining the future , even in his own mind. Jacob Deal- try's span of life must of necessity be brief ; and , possibly , when Dolores was left alone , the heart of his own home circle would be softened toward the helpless orphan. He was a dutiful and obedient son , and had never rebelled against paternal authority , while always - ways willing to carry his father's messages to the Tower as an opportunity to enjoy the vivacity of intercourse with Dolores , albeit she often bewildered as well as dazzled his sober faculties. Not the least element of his satisfaction consisted of the secrecy of his course. The paradise of little garden where dwelt Dolores was remote , and safely hidden from all eye's save his own. Even his mother did not suspect his penchant , and Giovanni Battista especially feared his mother. The intrusion of the British sailor , alert , handsome , and keen of eye , on the paradise.of the Watch Tower was a rude shock to indolent possession of the citadel The disciple of Asculapius was irritated and alarmed , without constitutional irresolution being confirmed - firmed into swift and decisive action. He was dissatisfied , even depressed , by the circumstance. After all , the officer might never return to Jacob Dealtry's dilapidated abode. p i t > p t3 y i i ' , - : siPI ( k ! ( 1 - 7 h - Y _ I - .a ' 1 OBSERVED Two PERSONS. Absorbed in these reflections , Dr. Busatti reached the town. As he approached his own dwelling he oaserved two persons , who had paused near the shrine of the angle of wall , engaged in earnest conversation. These were a tall priest , whose form , clad in black robes , and beaver hat with a wide brim , was sharply defined like a silhouette against the relief of white wall , and , a fat , little' woman , with a round , yellow face , and a tendency to black mustache on the upper lip. The tall priest , drawing a tortoiseshell - shell box from hispocket , took a pinch of snuff with an appearance of slow j , . - : enjoyment. The little woman held the silk mantle , the faldetta of Malta , over her head , which fluttered in , the . wind. The couple concluded their colloquy , with many nods of mutual understanding - ing , and much animated gesticulation , then walked on slowly. Dr. Busatti recognized his mother and his maternal uncle , the priest of a neighboring parish. Why did a gloomy conviction smite , him that they were talking about himself ? Why did the roseate picture of pretty Dolores - lores , pausing beside the fountain and the orange tree , fade as he entered the chill shadow of the street ? "Good daymy uncle , " said Giovanni Battista , overtaking his relatives at the door of the paternal home , which was a modest nook of an old and spacious mansion. "Good day , figllo miol" replied the priest , with benevolence. Madame Busatti surveyed her son scornfully , tossed her head slightly beneath the folds of the faldetta , and uttered a short and contemptuous laugh. "I Have been for a walk in the country - try , " stammered Dr. Busatti , with an apprehensive glance at the maternal countenance. "I know where you have been , " she retorted sharply , and entered the house. The uncle patted the young man on the shoulder reassuringly , and regarded - garded him with a sly smile of humor. ' y i1IIiiuh1' ( ( ' "FOOL TIIAT TIIOU ART. " Giovanni Battista Busatti the elder was a government official , who had reared seven children on a small salary. Studious in taste , he was com piling a history of his native island in moments of leisure. Thin and cadaverous - erous like his offspring , he was mild in disposition , and wholly swayed by the influence of his wife. Maddalena Busatti led an existence divided between thrifty cares of her household and attending mass at the parish church. Antonio , still more slender and dusky than his elder brother , was a student of law at the Lyceum and University. Five docile and swarthy young sisters completed the domestic circle. Doctor Busatti took his accustomed seat at the table , and kept a vigilant eye on his mother. The hood- humored gossip of the uncle , who shared the meal , did not divert him from the suspicion that something unusual - usual had happened to excite the ruling - ing spirit of the place. He had not long to wait. Signora Busatti , after talking with her customary - mary volubility on indifferent topics during the first portion of the meal , placed her two plump arms on the table and announced , with a coinpre- hensive glance at her numerous offspring spring , "Giovanni Battista must select a wife. " "Yes A good wife aids a'pliysician to win the confidence of the community - ty , " added the priest ' 'I was already married atyourage , " echoed the father. Antonio smiled with the supercilious smirk of adolescence , and dipped a morsel of bread in olive oil. The swarthy little sisters giggled and nudged each other. " 'T'here is plenty of time , " said Doe. tor Busatti , in feeble protest , and feeling - ing himself surrounded by domestic conspirators. 'There is no time to lose , " rejoined the mother. "I am in no haste to wed , " demurred - red the son , wiping his brow with visible dread of arousing family wrath. "I can very well wait for another - other year. " Then Maddalena Busatti planted her elbows yet more firmly on the table , and spoke at length. The uncle was present to support her in unfolding her matrimonial schemes , but she required - quired no aid , spiritual or temporal. She was a host in herself. She had found a suitable daughter-in-law in the plump heiress of a certain wine merchant - chant down at the Port , Caterina Vacelli by name. "Caterina Vacelli ? " repeated Dr. Busatti , in troubled accents. "I have never seen the girl" "Your uncle knows her well. Ile baptized her in infancy , " was the glib response. "Is she pretty ? " inquired the suitor , dolefully. "As pretty as your own sisters , " affirmed Madame Busatti with enthu- siasm. The . five maidens again tittered - tered , and whispered together , much' flattered by the unexpected - pected compliment , while Antonio dipped another morsel of bread in oil , munched the delicacy slowly , and , , > scrutinized them in turn with that latent , fraternal derision observable in the youth of all races at times. "There is a fine wedding-dowry , my son , " continued the mother , impressive- ly. "The wine merchant will not stint the supply of linen to become connected with our family. " Dr. Busatti sighed deeply , and shook his head. "We will speak of the matter later , another day , " he said , with a gesture of indignation. Here the mother's patience became too severely tried ; her black eyes snapped angrily. "Caterina Vacelli will be won by another while 'you wait , " she cried shrilly , and without finding it necessary - sary to explain that she had made all requisite overtures in the name of her eldest born. "The grandchild of that heretic , Jacob Dealtry , has bewitched thee , Giovanni Battista ; fool that thou art ! Have I no eyes ? Do not attempt to deceive me ! Ah , I know all ! It is true that the girl has had some instruction - struction from the Sisters and attends church , especially on Festas , lint she is without a penny. A fine bride for my son , truly ! The other day she took her mother's wedding chain to the Monte di Pieta and actually pawned it to buy some finery. " Dr. Busatti winced and his brow clouded , yet he remained silent. His father rubbed his chin meditatively - tively and regarded him with a quizzical - cal expression which said more eloquently - quently than words : "So this is the secret of your willininess to carry arcli aological treasures to the Watch Tower ? Your mother is more clever than the devil about finding out things , and it is useless to resist her. " The meal , over , the uncle drew forth his favorite snuff box , and the family union acquired the character of a solemn - emn conclave. Dr. Busatti did not venture to inquire how that fatal stumbling block in his own path of timid and vacillating love-making , the visit of Dolores to the pawnbroker's , had become known. In the end he submitted to the decrees of Provi- dence. He was presented to Caterina Va- celli , who proved to be not very young , and with shoulders rounded - ed in a curve which would have been pronounced a humpback in a bride less well dowered. Giovanni Battista failed in none of the duties which his new position entailed - tailed upon him. He promised to take his wife each year to the festival of San Gregorio , according to the old custom. He brought her cakes compounded - pounded of honey , sugar , and hempseed - seed , to the satisfaction of both fami- lies. lies.The The mocking student-of-law , Antonio - tonio , sang in a clear , tenor voice : "In the wedding , or matrimonial contract , They make this conjugal bargain , That he ( the bridegroom ) shall take her to the festa of San Gregorio. Shall set her upon the wall , Shall buy her a slice of sweetmeat , blade of hempseed , Rortbatis the kind that test pleases his lady , the bride" Thus material wisdom triumphed , and Dr. Busatti haunted the little garden of Jacob Dealtry no more. CHAPTER III. OCEn A CUP OF TEA. .f J 1 1 E Yryl 'i I ' i I lIE SAILOR ENters - ters like the proverbial - 1 verbial bull. in a china shop , " thought Capt. Blake , as Lient. Curzon , pushing aside the hangings of a door behind him , struck his el- I bow , and sent the cup of tea which he was about to drink spinning from his gasp on the floor. i . 'i beg your pardon , " said the newcomer - comer , halting in dismay. "The place t is dark" , " 01i. pray don't trouble about me , " replied Capt. Blake , airily , and con- teinplating the fragments of rare Satsuma - l suma ware scattered at his feet. i "You are late , Arthur , " said the hostess the arrival with , greeting new t unruffled suavity , and ignoring the t broken cup , except to order a servant to remove the debris. " : have been for a walk in t the country , " Licut. Curzon rejoined - joined as he wiped his heated brow on his pocket handler- t chief. "Your tea room is deliciously f cool and fragrant , Cousin laud , but it is dark after the sun. I am awfully f sorry to have smashed your china. " t "This is my friend Miss Symthe , just out from England , " interposed Mrs. i Griffith , smiling , and presenting a i young lady who was pouring tea at s the table. t "Will you take cream and sugar , Lieut. Curson ? " inquired hiss Symthe in c'iressing accents "Both . " , please. i "Do try a sandwich , or some breac i and butter , " supplemented the hostess. c ' 'You must be half starved after your walk , We intend to keep you to din 0 nor as 'well , even if you disobey sliip'r s orders. " ( To BE CONTINUED. ) t I Hoff Goad Loses by Abrasion. + Gold while in circulation is handled b less than any other medium It is f ally kept in the vaults of banks for de- t mandsrarely madeand for this reason r the loss by abrasion is about one-half of 1 per cent in any twenty years. In . a $20 gold piece , the standard weight of o which is 516 grains , the government al- t Iowance for loss by abrasion is .5S t grains , but , except in cases where the coins have been tampered with by a "sweaters , " the loss rarely exceeds this limit. 1 E' SERMON. A POWERFUL PLEA FOR PRACTICAL - TICAL CHRISTIANITY , "Wing and Hand ; the Text Being Ezekiel 10:11-The Likeness of the Hands of 4 Man has Under Their Wings. RILE . tossed on the sea between Aus- tralla and Ceylon , I first particularly noticed this text. of which then and there I made mem- otandum. T h i s chapter is all a-fiut- . ter with cherubim. Who are the cherubim - - . bim ? An order of angels radiant , all- knowing , adoring , worshipful. When painter or sculptor tried in temple at Jerusalem or In marble of Egypt to represent - resent the cherubim , he made them part lion , or part ox , or part eagle. But much of that Is an unintended burlesque - lesque of the cherubim , whose majesty and speed and splendor we will never know until lifted into their presence we behold them for ourselves , as I pray by the pardoning grace of God we all may. But all the accounts Biblical , and all the suppositions human , represent the cherubim with wings , each wing about seven feet long , vaster , more imposing than any plumage that ever floated in earthly atmosphere. Condor in flight above Chimborazo , or Rocky Mountain eagle aiming for the noonday sun , or albatross In play with ocean tempest , presents no such glory. We can get an imperfect idea of the wing of cherubim by the only wing we see-the bird's pinion-which is the arm of the bird , but in some respects more wondrous than the human arm ; with power of making itself more light , or more heavy ; of expansion and contraction , defying all altitudes and all abysms ; the bird looking down with pity upon boasting man as he toils up the sides of the Adirondacks , while the wing with a few strokes puts the highest crags far beneath claw and beak. But the bird's wing is only a feeble suggestion of cherubim's wing. The greatness of that , the rapidity of that , the radiance of that , the Bible again and again sets forth. My attention is not more attracted by those wings than by what they reveal when lifted. In two places in Ezekiel we are told there were hands under the wings ; human hands ; hands like ours : "The likeness of the hands of a man was under the wings. " We have all noticed - ticed the wing of the cherubim , but no one seems yet to have noticed the human - an hand under the wing. There are whole sermons , whole anthems , whole doxologies , whole millenniums in that combination of hand and wing. If this world is ever brought to God , it will be by appreciation of the fact that supernatural - natural and human agencies are to go together ; that which soars , and that which practically works ; that which ascends the heavens , and that which reaches forth to earth ; the joining of the terrestrial and the celestial ; the hand and the wing. We see this union in the construction of the Bible. The wing of inspiration is in every chapter. What realms of the ransomed earth did Isaiah fly over ? Over what battlefields for righteousness ; what coronations ; , what dominions of gladness ; what rainbows - bows around the throne did St. John hover ? But in every book of the Bible you just as certainly see the human hand that wrote it. Moses , the lawyer , showing his hand in the Ten Commandments - mandments , the foundation of all good legislation. Amos , the herdsman , showing - ing his hand in similes drawn from fields and flocks ; the fishermen apostles showing their hand when writing about Gospel nets ; Luke , the physician , showing - ing his hand by giving especial attention - tion to diseases cured ; Paul showing iris scholarly hand by quoting from Heathen poets , and making arguments about the resurrection that stand as a firmly as on the day he planted them ; and St. John shows his hand by taking t its imagery from the appearance of the t bright waters spread around the Island of Patmos at hour of sunset , when he speaks of the sea of glass mingled with fire ; scores of hands writing the parables - ables , the miracles , the promises , the t hosannas , the raptures , the consolations - tions , the woes of ages. Oh , the Bible s so human ; so full of heart-beats ; so t sympathetic ; so wet with tears ; so triumphant - i umphant with palm branches , that it c takes hold of the human race as noth- ng else ever can take hold of it-each writer in his own style ; Job , the scien- s ific ; Solomon , the royal-blooded ; Jeremiah - s miah , the despondent ; Daniel , the abstemious - s stemious and heroic-why , we know their style so well that we need not . ook to the top of the page to see who t s the author. No more conspicuous the ti uplifting wing of inspiration than the hand , the warm hand , the flexible hand , Ii he skillful hand of human instrumenci ality. "The likeness of the hands of a i i man was under the wings. " Again , behold this combination of my t : ext in all successful Christian work. s We stand or kneel in our pulpits , and social - cial meetings , and reformatory associationS - c ationS , offering prayer. Now , if anyt : hing has wings , it is prayer. It can fly t arther and faster than anything I can t now think of. In one second of time rom where you sit it can fly to the hrone of God and alight in England. In one second of time from where you sit can fly to the throne of God and alight n India. It can girdle the earth in a porter time than you can seal a Tet- er , or clan ; a belt , or hook an eye. 1'ings , whether that prayer starts from t an infant's tongue or the trembling lip f a centenarian , rising from the heart t f a farmer's wife standing at the dasho ng churn. or before the hot breath of a t s ountry oven , they soar away , and pick out all the shipping an the earth , p n all seas , he craft on which her ailor boy is voyaging. Yea , prayer can t : fly clear down into the future. When c he father of Queen Victoria was dy- ng he asked that the infant Victoria 1 lght be brought while he sat up in b ed ; and tle babe was brought , and the 1 tither paled. If this child should live o become queen of England , may she t ule in the fear of God ! " Having ended h his prayer , he said : "Take the child a .way. " But all who know the history t f England for the last fifty years know e hat the prayer for that infant more p han seventy years ago has been answered - p swered , and with what emphasis and o ffection millions of the queen's subjects l have this day In chapels and cathedrals - t drals , on land and sea , 'supplicated : "God save the Queen ! " Prayer flies not only across continents , but across cen- turies. If prayer had only feet , it might run here and there and do wonders. But it has wings , and they are as radiant of plume , and as swift to rise , or swoop , or dart , or circle , as the cherubim's wings which swept through Ezekiel's vision. But , oh , my friends , the prayer must have the hand under the wing , or it may amount to nothing. The mother's hand , or the father's hand , must write to the wayward boy as soon as you can hear how to address him. Christian souls must contribute to the evangelism of that far-off land far which they have been praying. Stop singing "Fly abroad , thou mighty Gospel , " unless you are willing to give something of your own means to make it fly. Have you been praying for the salvation of a young man's soul ? That is right ; but also extend the hand of invitation to come to a religious meeting. It always excites our sympathy to see a man with his hand in a sling. We ask him : "What is the matter ? Hope it is not a felon" ; or , Have your finger's been crushed ? " But nine out of ten of all Christians are going their life-long with their hand in a sling. They have been hurt by indifference , or wrong ideas of what is best ; or it is injured of conventionalities - tionalities ; and they never put forth that hand to lift , or help , or rescue any one. They pray , and their prayer has wings , but there is no hand under the wings. From the very structure of the hand we might make up our mind as to some of the things it was made for ; to hold fast , to lift , to push , to pull , to help , and to rescue. And , endowed with two hands , we might take the broad hint that for others as well as for ourselves - selves we were to hold fast , to lift , to push , to pull , to help , to rescue. Wondrous - drous hand ! You know something of the "Bridgewater Treatises. " When Rev. Francis Henry Bridgewater in his will left $40,000 for essays on "The Power , Wisdom and Goodness of God , as Manifested - ifested in the Creation , and Davies Gilbert , the president of the Royal satiety - tiety , chose eight persons to write eight books , Sir Charles Bell , the scientist , chose as the subject of his great book : "The Hand ; its Mechanism and Vital Endowments as Evincing De- sign. " Oh , the hand ! Its machinery beginning at the shoulder , and working through shafts of bone , upper arm and forearm , down to the eight bones of the wrist , and the five bones of the palm , and the fourteen bones of the fingers and thumb , and composed of a labyrinth of muscle and nerve , and artery , and flesh , which no one but Almighty God could have planned or executed. But how suggestive - ive when it reached down to us from under the wings of the cherubim ! "The likeness of the hands of a man was under - der the wings. " This idea is combined in Christ. When he rose from Mt. Olivet , he took wing. All up and down his life you see the uplifting divinity. It glowed in his forehead. It flashed in his eyes , its cadences were heard in his voice. But he was alsp very human. It was the hand under the wing that touched the woes of the world , and took hold of the sympathies of the centuries. Watch his hand before it was spiked. There was a dead girl in the governor's house , and I Christ comes into the room and takes 1 her pale , cold hand in his warm grasp , and she opens her eyes on the weeping household , and says , "Father , what are you crying about ? Mother , what are you crying about ? " The book says , 'He took her by the hand , and the maid arose. " A follower , angered at an in- 1 salt offered Christ , drew the sword from sheath and struck at a man with the sharp edge , aiming , I think , at his forehead. But the weapon glanced t aside and took off the right ear at its i roots. Christ with his hand recor - 1 strutted that wonderful organ of sound , that whispering gallery of the soul , that collector of vibrations , that arched way t t0 the auditory nerve , that tunnel without - out which all the musical instruments of earth would be of no avail. The Boost says , "He touched his ear and iealed him. " Meeting a full-grown I man who had never seen a sunrise , or sunset , or a flower , or the face of his own father or mother , Christ moistens he dust from his own tongue , and stirs he dust into an eye-salve , and with his own hands applies the strange medica- nent , and suddenly all the colors of earth and sky rush in upon the newly created optic nerve , and the instan- aneous noon drove out the long night. When he sees the grief of Mary and 1Iartha , he sits down and cries with hem. Some day it is the shortest verse n the Bible ; but to me it seems , be- ause of its far-reaching sympathies , about the largest = 'Jesus wept ! " So very human. He could not stand the iglit of di-opsy , or epilepsy , or paraly- is , or hunger , or dementia ; but he tretches out his sympathetic hand toward - f ward it. So very , very human. Omp ipotent , a24 r.aies : ° c , and glorious , y his angel of the new covenant , with a rings capable of encircling a universe , s Ind yet hands of gentleness , hands of y elpfulness , "The hands of a man unc er the wings. " There is a kind of region - c gion in our day that my text rebukes. iThere There are men and women spending h eir time in delectation over their i t axed state , going about from prayer- meeting to prayer-meeting , and from t : hurcli to church , telling how happy ey are. But show them a subscrip- ion paper , or ask them to go and visit a he sick , or tell them to reclaim a wanderer - t h derer , or speak out for some unpopular n Christian enterprise , and they have it bronchitis , or stitch in the side , or sudti den attack of grippe. 'Their religion Is ri all wing , and no hard. They can fly heavenward , but they. cannot reach out earthward. t o In our time it is the habit to denounce is he cities , and to speak of them as the perdition of all wickedness. Is it not s ime for some one to tell the other side a f the story and to say hat'the city t the heaven of practical helpfulness ? ri Loot , at the embowered and fountained s arks , where the invalids may come add a be refreshed ; the Bowery mission , rough which annually over 10Q,0'2o l St ome to get bread for this life , and r' bread for the life to come , all the pil- al et own of that institution under the lessing of Him who had not where to f a y his head ; the free schools , where w f the most impoverished are educated ; + he hospitals for broken bones : the omen for the restoration of intellects p d stray ; the orphan house , father and mother to all who come under its ben- diction ; the midnight missions , which our mid-noon upon the darkened ; he fi risen reform association ; the houses h f mercy ; the infirmaries , the shelter- i n' ng armsJ the aid societies ; the - rial schoolsthesailors'snug harborthe p fogndlng ! asylums ; the free dtspensad i rtes , where greatest scientific skill feels. the pulse of wan pauper : the ambulance - lance , the startling stroke of its bell clearing the way to the place of casualty - ty ; and good souls like the mother who came to the Howard mission , with Its crown of friendless boys picked up from t I the streets , and saying , "If you have a crippled boy , give him to me ; my dear boy died with the spinal complaint , " and such an one she found and took him ' home and nursed him till he was well. It would take a sermon three weeks long to do justice to the mighty things ' which our cities are doing far the Unfortunate - fortunate and the lost. Do not say that . _ I christianity In our cities Is all show , ' " ' E . } and talk , and genuflexion , and sacred ' noise. You have been so long looking at the hand of cruelty , and the hand of theft , and the hand of fraud , and the hand of outrage , that you have not sufficiently - ficiently appreciated the hand of help , stretched forth from the doors and win- down of churches , and from merciful institutions , the Christ-like hand , the cherubic hand , "the hand under the wings. " There is also In my subject the suggestion - gestion of rewarded work for God and ' righteousness , When the wing went the hand went. When the wing ascended - ed the hand ascended ; and for every useful and Christian hand there will be elevation celestial and eternal. Expect 1 no human gratitude , for it will not come. That was a wise thing Fenelon ' ' wrote to his friend : "I am very glad , , , my dear , good fellow , that you are j pleased with one of my letters which ' has been shown to you. You are right 1 in saying and believing that I ask little of men In general. I try to do much for them and to expect nothing in re- - turn. I find a decided advantage in these terms. On these terms I defy t them to disappoint me. " But , my j hearers , the day cometh when your work , which perhaps no one 'has no- I ; trced , or rewarded , or honored , will rise to heavenly recognition. While I have / been telling you that the hand was under - der the wing of the cherubim , I want you to realize that the wing was over 1. the hand , Perhaps reward may not come to you right away. Washington lost more battles than he won , but lie triumphed - umphed at the last. Walter Scott , in boyhood , was called "The Greek Blockhead - head ; but what height of renown did he not afterward tread ? And I promise you victory further on and higher up ; If not in this world , then in the next. Come up and take it , you firemen , be- sweated , far down amid the gresy machinery - chinery of ocean steamers , and ye conductors - ductors and engineers on railroads , f that knew no Sunday , and whose ringing - ing bells and loud whistle never warned off your own anxieties. Come up and take it , you mothers , who rocked and lullabled the family brood until they took wing for other nests , and never appreciated what you had done and suffered - fered for them. Your hand was well favored when you were young , and It was a beautiful hand , so well rounded , 30 graceful that many admired and eulogized - logized it ; but hard work calloused it , and twisted it , and self-sacrificing toil for others paled it , and many household griefs thinned it , and the ring which went on only with a push at the marriage - riage altar , now is too large , and falls i off , and again and again you have lost t. Poor hand ! Weary hand ! Worn-out iand ! But God will reconstruct it , reanimate - animate it , readorn it , and all heaven will know the story of that hand. What i fallen ones it lifted up ! What tears It wiped away ! What wounds it bandaged - aged ! What lighthouses it kindled ! What storm-tossed ships it brought in- o the pearl-beached harbor ! Oh , I am so glad that in the vision of my text , Ezekiel saw the wing above the hand , Roll on that everlasting rest for all tli oiling , and misunderstood , and suffer- ng , and weary children of God , and now right well that to join your hand , at last emancipated from the struggle , l will be the soft hand , the gentle hand he triumphant hand of Him who wipeth away all tears from all faces. That will be the palace of the king of which the poet sang in somewhat , Scotch dialect : is a bonnie , bonnie wart' that we're livin' in the nee , An' sunny is the lan' we aften traivel thro' ; ' But in vain we look for something to which oor hearts can cling , For its beauty Is as nothing to the palace - ace o' the king. We see oor frien's await us owes yonder - der at his gate : Then let us a' be ready , for y e ken it's gettin' late ; Let oor lamps be brightly burnin' ; let's raise oor voice an' sing : eon we'll meet , to part nae mair , i' the palace o' the king. Don't Flatter Yourself. "And though I bestow all my goods to eed the poor , and have not love , it rofiteth me nothing. " Don't flatter ourself that your chances for heaven re good because you have never been tingy. It is unsafe to conclude that ou will walk the streets of glory be- ause you sometimes give away an old oat. Benevolence without love is as i mercenary as rumselling. No matter ow much or how little it gives , it does tivith a bargaining spirit. It gives hat it may be seen of men , and be iked about. It gives because it loves the sound of the trumpet that proclaims e heart. It has no more heart than n auction block. It is like the gift at Caili bought ; very pretentious , but of a drop of blood In It. If it gives s gonds to feed he poor it is only at it may have the praise of the f ch. Zions' Herald : The assumption is that do a questionable thing on Sunday more of a sin than to do it on Monday , r any other clay in the week. The per- 1 ) n making this distinction virtually h sserts that it is wrong to do some hugs on Sunday which may be all ght on other days of the week. This citing up of a Sunday conscience over. gainst a week-day conscience is thor- ughly illogical , for it creates two an : ards of right and wrong. The coin- 153 always points north. Conscience ways point , toward the pole star of ernal right ; and it is jest as foolish , 1 or anyone who wishes to travel right- ard , to go more oblqueiy toward it or six days than one does on the j eventh , as to try to gain the north ole by going north-northwest for si Lys and due north the next. ' , Teacher-Tom iay F iggyou may done - ne the word "heroine. " Tommy-A 1 eoine is a woman that's always ' an' marries the biggest fool in the I lay , just because he's go : a little oc,1 mustache. . . f - . . . - .J.