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The Fireside.

To BRUSH VELVET.-The art of re- 1 means velvet will be improved instead moving lint, dust and light matters of deteriorated, and will last for years. adhering to velvet consists in the proper TYPHU8.—It is worth while for commode of managing the brush. Take a mon people to learn that 50,000 typhus hat-brush (not too soft, but having the germs will thrive in the circumference bristles elastic, and returning at once of a pin head, or a visible globule. It to their original state after being is worth while for them to note that pressed aside), hold it firmly under the these germs may be desiccated and palm of the hand, in the direction of borne, like thistle seeds, everywhere, the arm, and with the bristles down- and like demoniacal possessions, may ward, and pressing them first gently jump noiselessly down any throat. But into the substance of the velvet, then there are certain things spores cannot twist around the arm, hand and brush stand, according to the latest ascerall together, as on an axis, without tained results of science. Soap chemimoving them forward or backward. cally poisons them. For redemption The foreign matters will thus be drawn fly to hot water and soap, ye who live up, and flirted out of the flock without in danger of malarial poisoning. Hot injury to the substance of the velvet, water is sanitary. Soap is more saniand the brush must be lifted up and tary. Fight typhus, small-pos, yellow placed in a similar manner over every fever and ague, with soap. Soap is a part required to be brushed. By this Board of Health.

Notes and Queries

W. S. B.—Your interpretation is whole world." A theology of shreds correct. The special point of the and fragments of Scripture is always prophecy is that all kinds of hurtful doubtful. Take the whole teaching, things will cease under the potent and not a more bit of it broken out influence of the Good News of God. from its context.

J. P. C.-It is well to observe the F. H. S. P.-The “rich” who are testimony of our Lord to the character “sent empty away" are clearly those of His death. He accepted John the who doem themselves “rich," not those Baptist's description of Himself, as who are so regarded by God Himself. “the Lamb of God which taketh away It is their own self-righteous or selfthe sin of the world?” He spoke of sufficient opinion, and they suffer His death as “a ransom,” and His accordingly. blood as “shed for the remission of W. P.-Not exactly. If you look at sins." The apostles, therefore, only the whole passage, you will come to a repeated what they had learned from different conclusion. The apostle does Christ.

not undervalue either religious trainC. C. M.—When our Lord spoke of ing, or religious rites: he only puts " laying down His life for the sheep,” them in their true place. He uses an expression in harmony S. M. 0.-Yes: but collect the with the picture of Himself as the true whole of the references to “the gosShepherd. He does not contradict the pel,” and you will see how various are apostle John, who speaks of Christ as the phrases ased to describe it. “ the propitiation for the sin of the


Facts, Hints, Gems, and Poetry.


Hatred is murder in the will; con

tempt is murder in the intellect. Venezuela produces 85,500,000 lbs. George Macdonald. of coffee annually.

As we must render an account of The Jewish Times computes the every idle word, so must we likewise number of Jews all over the world to of our idle silence.- Ambrose. be 6,500,000.

Conscience and self-love, if we unOne thousand dollars have been derstand our true happiness, always raised in one of the older districts of lead us the same way.-Bishop Butler. China within twelve months, from con- Whatever below God is the object of verted Chinese, whose wages amounted our love, will, at some time or other, to no more than fivepence a day.

be the matter of our sorrow.-Cecil. The distance of the stars is proved The greatest evils in life have had by the startling fact that we cannot their rise from somewhat which was in the least degree magnify them, even thought of too little importance to be with our largest telescopes. If, for attended to.—Bishop Butler. instance, we point a large instrument If you would relish food, labour for to a planet, which appears like a star, it before you take it; if enjoy cloththat planet is magnified to the size of ing, pay for it before you wear it; if the moon; but if we point the same you would sleep soundly, take a clear telescope to a star we find its brilliancy conscience to bed with you.—Franklin. only is increased, while its magnitude If you light upon an impertinent remains precisely the same.

talker, that sticks to you like a burr, The largest cultivated wheat farm to the disappointment of your imporon the globe is said to be the Grondin tant occasions, deal freely with him; farm, not far from the town of Fargo, break off the discourse, and pursué Dakota. It embraces some 40,000 your business.--Plutarch. acres both government and railway I know nothing that life has to offer land, and lies close to the Red River. so satisfying as the profound good unDivided into four parts, it has dwell- derstanding which can subsist, after ings, granaries, machine shops, eleva- much exchange of good offices, between tors, stables for 200 horses, and room two virtuous men, each of whom is for storing 1,000,000 bushels of grain. sure of himself and sure of his friend. Besides the wheat farm, there is a -R. W. Emerson. stock farm of 20,000 acres. In seeding time seventy to eighty men are

Gems. employed, and during harvest 250 to

There is nothing terrible in death 300 men.

but that our life hath made it so.

Matthew Henry.

The only amaranthine flower on

earth is virtue; the only lasting treaWe should praise what we can, and sure, truth.—Cowper. blame what we must.

If the way to heaven is narrow, it is Take short views, hope for the best, not long; and if the gate be straight, and trust in God.—Sidney Smith. it opens into endless life.Bishop

It often seems more difficult to pre- Beveridge. serve a blessing than to obtain it.- It is extraordinary how long a man Demosthenes.

may look among the crowd without ing What a ridiculous thing would all Lift itself higher by the fullness of pain ? that ado appear to be if a beast's blood Why is the incomplete rapture of starting wore powerful enough to cleanse from Close on completion we never attain ? sin-if the transgression of any part of it might be washed away by so Why? For a boundless, unsatisfied longing cheap an offering! “The blood of


discovering the face of a friend. - Forgive, O Father, this my sin, Dickens.

This jealous, doubting heart; He who spends all his life in sport

For when men seek Thy love to win, is like one who wears nothing but

And choose the better part, fringes, and eats nothing but sauces.

I know that, swifter than the light Richard Fuller.

Leaps earthward from the sun, The Scriptures impart to the soul a

Thy pardoning love, Thy rescuing might holy and marvellous delight. It is,

Speed down to every one. indeed, the heavenly ambrosia.-Melancthon. Dearly I love a friend; yet a foe I

WHY? may turn to my profit; friends show me that which I can, foes teach me Why does the bud that is near to its breaking that which I should do.-Schiller. Wake sweeter smiles than the fully-blown

Nothing can be more painful to the rose ? feelings of a minister when he comes Why does the dream on the verge of awaking to water his flock than to find that

Stir deeper truths than a deeper repose ? many of them are not at the well. Why does the love that is broken with partWilliam Jay.

Lies deepest down in the warm human

heart; Jesus Christ, His Son, cleanseth us

Ever with this are the sympathies throngfrom all sin.”—Charnock.


Ever by this do the heaven-flowers start. Poetit Selections.

Grow with our Spring: we can follow you

wholly MEA CULPA.

Only as far as its instincts are sent; FORGIVE, O Lord, the doubts that break

Summer's a fact that is hidden and holy; Thy promises to me;

We have not seen it - we are not content.

-Elaine Goodale, Forgive me that I fail to take

Thy pardon full and free.


“I will have mercy," thou hast said;

“My ways are not your ways;" Yet from Thy presence I have fled,

I dared not trust Thy grace.

THE tears are standing upon her cheeks,

And her eyes are weary and dim-
She has sat at the window for weeks and

For a sight of his boat and him.

I sought to put my sins away,

I strove to do Thy will;
And yet, whene'er I tried to pray,

My heart was doubting still.

I thought that Thou with jealous eye

Wast watching me alway,
My deeds to mark, my steps to spy

Whene'er I went astray.

She takes the youngest child on her knee,

And turns its face to her breast-
“O God," she says, “that my babe and me

Were laid in our grave to rest!"
The boats come sailing in over the bay,

And the women run down to the shore;
But though she sit there till the judgment-

His boat will come in no more.

-Temple Bar.

I hoped that when, by days and years

Of service and of prayer,
I had besought Thy grace with tears,

Thy mercy I might share.


In one of the narrow crooked streets of the sleepy little town of Eisenach, Upper Saxony, a queer old house, stuck over with windows of all shapes and sizes, is pointed out to travellers as that in which the great organist first saw the light, and the red-tiled roof and great beams showing through the plaster tell of the ravages of time since little John Sebastian played under them.

At ten years of age, in 1695, we find him an orphan, penniless, going to live with his uncle, a stern, hard man, with one redeeming trait- ;-a love for music and soon the boy learned to finger the harpsichord marvellously.

The child had mastered all his uncle's music with the exception of one book, a collection by celebrated composers that he was never allowed to touch. In vain he begged to use it, but no, whenever the uncle had done with it, he carefully wrapped it up and put it away on a high shelf behind the glass doors of his book-case. Here the boy sat and watched it and longed for it until the desire of possesion grew too strong to be withstood. One moonlight night he crept out of bed and stole it. To play the music would not do ; but, happy thought, he might copy it.

So night after night when the sky was clear and there was a moon—for he dare not use a candle—the little fellow sat at his window slowly and painfully tracing note by note. At the end of six months of sleepless nights, aching fingers, and with his eyes almost ruined, the whole was copied. As he was writing the very last notes of the great book, his uncle came upon him at his work, and, stern and angry, took both copies from the child. Soon after the uncle dies, leaving all the music to the boy, though he is once more without money or friends.

But bravely he set forth on foot for Lüneburg, where he sang in the boys' choir in St. Michael's school, until trouble came in the change of his voice; after this was over and his voice had settled into bass or tenor, which ever it was, it was found to be good for nothing.

What he did to keep from star tion om that time until 1703, when he became court musician at Weimar, is unknown, but he must have been a hard student with the rest, for at Weimar he was violinist, a position of which he soon tired, and left for that of organist in Arnstadt.

Dissatisfied with his knowledge and acquirements, he is soon




tramping from city to city, listening, sometimes by permission, often by stealth, to the greatest musician. Too poor

to pay for lessons, he snatched them here and there in some old church or beneath the window of a concert hall or palace.

As a result of this work and study in 1707 he was offered the position of court organist at Weimar. There he laboured almost unceasingly. His great talent becoming more and more widely known, in a few years he became court director, an office requiring the greatest musical ability. Six years after this he was made director of the St. Thomas School of Music in Leipsic, which position he held at the time of his death.

Various honorary distinctions, such as Kapel-meister to the Duke of Weissenfels, and court composer to the king of Poland, were also conferred upon

him. In appearance, Bach was a very plain, stout, full-faced man, extremely timid and retiring in society, though a most rigid teacher.

His second son was organist in the service of Frederick the Great, at Potsdam. The King was very curious to see the father of his organist, and sent more than one invitation to the musician all to no purpose; vexed, Frederick the Great sent a message which could not be refused. After long delay, Bach gave his promise to visit Potsdam.

One evening as the King was dressing for his concert—for he imagined he could play the flute and had concerts at his palace in which he performed an officer brought him a paper containing the list of arrivals in the city. Frederick took the paper

and then exclaimed, “Old Bach bas come, Bach has come. A messenger was sent, and the modest man was dragged at once into the royal presence; nor did the King release him until he had heard him play upon every piano in his palace and every organ in Potsdam.

There was great discussion as to the comparative merits of Bach and Marchand, a brilliant but superficial organist of Dresden, and to settle the dispute a trial of skill between the two was agreed upon. The time came, but Marchand was very late. A servant was sent to bring him. The man returned without the valiant musician, who had very discreetly run away.

Bach has been called the father of organ music. He was the first to play keyed instruments in all twenty-four minor keys. Before his day only the four fingers were used in playing.

Bach's only rival is Handel. But as works of science and study, the compositions of the school-master Bach excel all others in the world. To copy all Bach's existing music, it is said, would require forty years of daily labour. For many years he composed

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