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you to understand this. You see, she was a poor woman. It makes me think how my dear old mother used to work late into the night before the old fireplace. And there is no doubt in my mind, girls, but this woman knit those mitts herself to sell at the store the next day for something to eat; but she cast the pair of new mitts-all that she had -into the treasury; from love to her dear Lord." The letter of the sacred text rightly understood always conforms to the spirit of the Scripture; but, of all perversions of the text, that which makes the letter conform to the evident spirit of Bible teachings is least reprehensible. This is certainly a great deal better than twisting the letter into seeming antagonism with the spirit, and then carping at or worrying over the discrepancy.
A WIFE WHO DOES NOT SPEAK Welsh.—A Welsh clergyman applied to his diocesan for a living. The bishop promised him one; but as he was taking leave he expressed a hope that his lordship would not send him into the interior of the principality, as his wife could not speak Welsh. “Your wife, sir ?" said the bishop, " what has your wife to do with it? She doesn't preach, does she ?" "No, my lord,” said the parson, “but she lectures.'
WHAT MAKES BOW-LEGS.—Bow-legs, is to pad the inside of the knees, so as and knock-knees are among the com- to keep them apart, and let the limbs monest deformities of humanity, and grow freely their own way. All of wise mothers assert that the crooked- which is commended to mothers who ness, in either case, arises from the desire the physical uprightness of their afflicted one having been put upon his progeny. or her feet too early in babyhood. But a Manchester physician, Dr. Crompton, TURPENTINE FOR WOUNDS.-For all who has watched for the true cause, ordinary burns, spirits of turpentine thinks differently. He attributes the will be found to give great relief from first mentioned distortion to a habit pain. Turpentine is also an excellent some youngsters delight in, of rubbing application in cases of punctured the sole of one foot against that of the wounds. It relieves the pain at once, other; some will go to sleep with the promotes rapid healing, and tonds to soles together. They appear to enjoy prevent sad consequences. the contact only when the feet are naked; they don't attempt to make it
TO REMOVE WARTS.—Dip a stick when they are socked or slippered. tho size of a knitting needle into muriSo the remedy is obvious ; keep the atic acid and touch the top of the wart, baby's soles covered. Knock-knees, night and morning, with what adheres the Doctor ascribes to a different to the stick, will effect a painless cure. childish habit, that of sleeping on the Buy a small quantity in a glass-stopside, with one knee tucked under the pored bottle, keep out of the way of hollow behind the other, -as he has children, off your clothes and skin, found that where one leg has been and you are safe in using it. bowed inward more than the other, To restore the colour of black kid the patient has slept on one side, and boots take a small quantity of black the uppermost member has been the ink, mix it with the white of an egg, most deformed. Here the preventive and apply with a soft sponge.
NOTES AND QUERIES-FACTS, HINTS, GEMS, AND POETRY.
Notes and Queries.
G. W. T.-Your question is, if we W. B.—We shall be happy to help understand it, this: “Whether it is the you if you will explain your meaning angels who, because of what they see a little more fully. in men repenting, rejoice over them; G. W.-Yes. The book you speak or whether their joy is a reflected joy?” of is the best of its kind. We are disposed to think it is the lat
NANCY.—By all means: only do not ter. Read the passage again which let it be too lengthy. We prefer short speaks of this in Luke xv. 10. It is
questions. “in the presence of the angels of God.”
JANE.—Not without further thought. The angels have no subordinate omniscience. They rejoice because of the
Do nothing rashly. That was the joy they behold in Christ. Any other Town Clerk's advice of Ephesus, and explanation is hardly warranted by
was very sensible and very much to
the point. the words of our Lord. F. S.-Not suitable. Ask your wife.
“PLAIN TOM.”—Write again.
Facts, Hints, Gems, and Poetry.
It is sad but true that we can silence
our consciences easier than our desires. Germany has no fences.
A man's first care should be to avoid Maine has 131,000 miles of fences. the reproaches of his heart; the next Sweet potatoes are 10 per cent. sugar. to escape the censure of the world.
New Hampshire contains 5,939,200 To the generous mind the heaviest acros.
debt is that of gratitude, when it is American stoves are sold in Japan, not in our power to repay it. Chili, and Germany.
Talents are best nurtured in soliThe vineyards of southern Germany tude; character is best formed in the have been damaged severely by frost. stormy billows of the world. Ono fifth of the area of Switzerland
Philosophy is the right exercise of is in pasture.
reason in the pursuit and attainment France imports large quantities of of a happy life. rennet from Switzerland.
The youth who does not look up will There is no better every day virtue look down; and a spirit that does not than cheerfulness.
soar is destined to grovel.—Disraeli. Truth itself, sovered from the love The surest sign of age is loneliness. of the truth, may be an idol.
While one finds company in himself Life to him who wishes not to have and his pursuits, he cannot grow old, lived in vain is thought and action. whatever his years may be. — Alcott.
The greatest misfortune of all is not Affection can withstand a very severe to be able to bear misfortune.
storm of rigour, a long polar frost of Those men are?worthy to be remem- downright indifference. Love will subbered who have left the world better sist on wonderfully little hope, but not than they found it.
altogether without it.— Walter Scott.
FACTS, HINTS, GEMS, AND POETRY.
There are two modes of establishing Naught of decay and change, nor voice of
weeping our reputation—to be praised by honest
Ruffle the fragrant air. men, and to be abused by rogues. It
Of that fair land within whose pearly portal is best, however, to secure the former,
The golden light falls soft on fount and because it will invariably be accom
tree: panied by the latter.—Colton.
Vexed by no tempest, stretch those shores
immortal, Every man stamps his value on him
Where there is no more sea. -Argosy. self. The price we challenge for ourselves is given us. There does not live
DAWN. on earth a man, be his station what it may, that I despise myself compared O SWEET, new dawn, awaking with him. Man is made great or little
The gold tints in the sky!
O tender light, that whispers by his own will.-Schiller.
Of glory, by and by! Hope is the last thing that dies in
The silver stars are losing man, and though it be exceedingly Their brightness, one by one; deceitful, yet it is of this good use to
Low in the west the crescent
Grows dim; and night is done. us, that while we aro travelling through life it conducts us in an easier and The ripened grain, atremble
In this pure morning air, more pleasant way to our journey's
Lifts up its golden spirals end.- Rouchefoucald.
To greet the day-spring, fair.
Grasses and buds and blossoms
Brighten in waves of light,
The dewy tears of night.
Hark! from the elms cool shadows THERE shall be no more sea; no wild winds
Cometh a burst of song, bringing
Triumphant, jubilant, tender, Their stormy tidings to the rocky strand, Now soft, now clear and strong. With its scanty grasses, and pale sea-flowers
Some bird-heart, glad and thankful springing
For love and light and home, From out the barren sand.
Out of a full heart poureth No angry wave, from cliff and cavern hoary,
Its praise for blessings shown. To hearts that tremble at its mournful The night was long and dreary, lore;
But the dawn comes on apace;
With smiling, radiant face.
Ćometh the dawn's sweet light; Where wild gorse sheds its blooms of And glad hearts, in their gladness, living gold,
Forget the weary night. Nor slake his thirst where mountain rills
meander Along the heathy wold.
IN THE MORNING. Never again through flowery dingles wend
“Weeping may endure for a night, but joy ing,
cometh in the morning.”—Psalm xxx. 5. In the hushed stillness of the sacred morn,
OUR sorrow will be done, By shady woodpaths where tall poppies,
And paradise be won, bending,
In the morning. Redden the ripening corn.
Our darkness will be gone, 'Neath whispering leaves his rosy children
An endless daylight dawn, gather
In the morning. In the gray hamlet's simple place of
Our toil and pain will be graves,
Forgot by you and me, Round the low tomb where sleeps his white
In the morning. haired father,
All our dim doubts will die, Far from the noise of waves.
And truth be clear and nigh, There shall be no more sea !
In the morning. sweeping
These aching hearts will rest, O'er love and youth, and childhood's
Pillowed among the blest, sunny hair;
In the morning.
THE HORRORS OF WAR.
THE horrors of war have never been shown in more vivid colours than during the last two months. One of the pictures of those horrors was drawn by the English doctors who went into Plevna before it surrendered. The sights they saw on their road to Plevna were horrible, but they were as nothing to the sights which greeted them when they visited the hospitals. Here, in the wretched places which answered for hospitals, living and dead were found lying side by side, sane and insane, small-pox patients and those who were just recovering from fever. Even when an attempt was made to remove the dead, they were taken into the yard, spread out in ghastly rows, and through these rows the convalescent took their exercise. Filth, stench, bad food, few doctors, bad water—such were a few of the things which the doctors noted in the hospital itself.
A darker picture still is drawn by those who report the forgetfulness, certainly worthy of grave censure, of the Russians during their three days' rejoicing after entering Plevna. Not a soul visited the hospitals; and for the whole of these three days the sick and wounded were without water and without food. The most horrible sights were seen when, at last, the hospitals were thought of: men, stark and dead, who had crawled in their misery and thirst to the door, and had perished as they crawled; others contorted in death through neglected wounds; others who screamed for water, and who fell back in pale death on tasting a few drops.
Another black picture is that shown by the bodies of the Russians which were found, unburied and mutilated, near the trenches of Pleviia, where they fell during some of the bloody assaults upon
them, But the darkest story still remains: the thousands of old people, of little toddling children, delicate mothers with babes at their breasts, driven forth from their homes, and wandering, without shelter, without food, and shivering in the cold. If anything could add to the horror of all this it is the desolate homes in Russia and Turkey from whence fathers and sons have gone who will never more return. O, horrid war! the curse of men and of nations! “ Scatter Thou the men who delight in war!” let this be our daily prayer.
THE QUEEN AND THE PEDDLER.
THE QUEEN AND THE PEDDLER. A GREAT drunkard in the Highlands of Inverness-shire was led to attend a lecture on temperance. He was induced to become a member of a temperance society. For months the craving of his appetite for strong drink was excessive; but, true to his resolution, he set his face like a flint against every temptation. The marsh of his heart being thus drained of one poison, he next received the seed of the Word into its soil. It was hid there until quickened by the Sun of Righteousness, and nourished by the rains and dews of the Spirit, when it brought forth fruit in Christian life and character. Having no settled occupation, he yet could not be idle, and having by the help of a few friends managed to stock a little box with trinkets and other cheap ware, he set out as a peddler.
In the course of his peregrinations, he found himself at Balmoral, and thinking that if he could get the patronage of the Queen, it would help him greatly, he resolved to make the attempt. There was something in his look and manner which at once commended him to the favour of some of the household officials, who had it in their power to put him under the notice of the Earl of Carlisle, then attending the court as a minister of state. The noble earl, with his usual frankness and goodness of heart, sympathised with Donald and promised to recommend his case to the Queen. When her Majesty came to know it, Donald was commanded to appear in the royal presence, and met with a most gracious reception. Not only did the Queen purchase of his wares, but gave him permission to wear the royal arms as the Queen's Peddler, and sent Donald away with a lighter heart and a heavier purse than he had when he entered the royal chamber.
On leaving her Majesty, the Earl of Carlisle took Donald to his room, and there presented him with a glass of wine with which to drink the Queen's health. Looking at it, he felt at first a kind of trembling; but then, lifting his heart in prayer for Divine aid, he said, “ Your lordship will excuse me; I cannot drink the Queen's health in wine, but I will drink it in water.” The noble earl asked his reasons. My lord,” said Donald, “I was a drunkard. I became an abstainer, and I trust by God's grace I have become a Christian ; but I know that if I were to taste intoxicating drink, it would at once revive an appetite which is not dead but dying, and I should most likely go the whole length of the drunkard again. God has only promised to support