It was at a thank-offering meeting of the Woman's Missionary Society of one of our city churches. A pile of envelopes lay before the secretary, the contents of which she read aloud, one by one. They ran something like this:—
"For recovery from severe illness, five dollars."
"For the granting of the dearest wish of my heart, ten dollars."
"For preservation from harm in the great railroad accident when so many were killed and injured, ten dollars."
"For the conversion of a son, five dollars."
"For the dear baby that has come to me, three dollars."
Mrs. Stanton sat listening to the reading, and blushed a little when her own envelope was opened, and the secretary took out two dollars, enclosed in a blank sheet, accompanied by no word or comment.
The truth was, Mrs. Stanton's life had been very uneventful the last year. It had gone quietly on, with few ups and few downs. She and her husband and her two children had been fairly well; by close economy they had had enough to eat and drink and to dress respectably, though this last had not been accomplished without much thought and care on her part, and various pinchings known only to herself.
Self-denial had seemed to be the key-note of her life the past year; her sky had been rather grey than sunny; her atmosphere rather chill than warm. Not that she made any moan over her self-denials and deprivations. It was all done cheerfully, and no one was the wiser of it but herself. Still, in thinking of this thank-offering meeting, she had wondered just a little for what special reason she should bring her small gift. She could hardly help contrasting her condition now with the luxury by which she had been surrounded a few years ago, before her husband had lost his property in an unfortunate speculation. She wondered a little dully if the conditions would be filled if she should bring her offering out of a general feeling of gratitude that things were no worse with them than they were.
Both she and her husband were systematic givers out of their penury, as they had once been out of their abundance; so this extra gift, small as it was, was at the price of a large self-denial. It would represent her shabby bonnet, worn through another winter, without the refurbishing she had hoped to give it, when it had seemed almost too bad to last out the previous season. Still she was warmly interested in mission work, and gave it gladly, only wishing that it was more.
The secretary read on, while she sat half-listening, half-thinking. Soon her attention was arrested by the reading of this:—
"For the many pleasant little things that have fallen to my share this year, two dollars."
Other notes were read; remarks were made; the meeting closed, and Mrs. Stanton went thoughtfully home; the words "For the pleasant little things" ringing in her ears. She wondered if she had always taken note of her own pleasant small things as they came to her. She feared not. Looking back in the light of this thought she could recall numberless little acts of kindness from others to herself that had sweetened her life, and for which, though she had been grateful to the givers, she scarcely remembered to have raised her head to Heaven in gratitude. She resolved to be upon the lookout hereafter.
Even as she meditated the bell rang, and going to the door there stood little Elly Hale with a great bunch of roses in her hand.
"Aunt Elly sent mamma a big box of roses to-day—so many she can't use them all—and will you please take these?" said the little messenger, a child of a wealthy neighbor and a sister in the church, and one whose thoughtful kindnesses were nothing new in this household.
Mrs. Stanton kissed the little maiden, and sent her home with thanks. Then she buried her face in the flowers with childish delight. She loved beautiful things, and often had to take herself to task for her vain longings for them. But now there was a feeling almost of awe mingled with her pleasure as she remembered again the "little things," and how soon her thought had been responded to. She finished her preparations for supper with a light step, pausing often to look at the flowers and inhale their fragrance as she passed them. They brought a glow to her heart which was reflected in her face, and which her husband and children caught as they sat down to supper.
Before she went to bed that night she inscribed an envelope: "Thank-offerings for Pleasant Little Things," and dropped a nickel in it for the handful of roses.
The next afternoon as she sat mending Willie's jacket, Mrs. Dodd came in with the Forum in her hand.
"Here is an article," she said, "that I thought you would be interested in, so I brought it over to read with you."
The article was read and discussed. Both women received some new ideas, some inspirations to better living, and parted feeling heartened and uplifted by the pleasant hour. That night another nickel bore the first one company.
"Oh, mamma," cried Willie, as he came rushing in from school on examination day, "I passed ninety-eight in my arithmetic today. Aren't you glad? Didn't I have to study for it, though?"
"Indeed I am glad, Willie, more glad than I can say, not only for the passing and good record, but I am glad because it shows you have been in earnest, and determined to conquer your easy-going habits of study. You make me very happy."
So happy that another contribution went into the thankful envelope.
"Did you know," said Mr. Stanton, one evening, "that Mrs. Floyd slipped on the icy sidewalk this afternoon and broke her ankle?"
"No! Is it possible?"
"It is a bad injury, and the doctors say that she will be confined to the house for months."
"How dreadful! What if it had been I? I was out this afternoon too, but I did not slip and break my bones. Ought I not to be thankful?"
So thankful that a twenty-five-cent piece in the envelope that night put the nickels quite out of countenance.
The next day she went down town to get a much-needed cloak for May. She had priced cloaks a few days before, and the very cheapest she could find that would be at all serviceable was $12. It was a large sum to take from their slender income, yet this was one of the "must haves," or May would be obliged to leave school. When she arrived at the store she found that this particular line of cloaks had been marked down that very morning to $10, which she joyfully paid, and that night deposited a coin in the envelope.
A day or two later little Elly Hale appeared at the door with the message that her mother was sick, and would Mrs. Stanton please come in and sit with her a little while.
She went with the little messenger.
"I am sorry to trouble you," said Mrs. Hale, "but the nurse is away for the day, the cook is in a temper, and I feel one of my terrible headaches coming on. Sometimes the nurse has been able to ward them off by rubbing, and as company is coming to-morrow I don't see how I can afford to have one now. So in my despair I sent to see if you can help me."
Mrs. Stanton could and did. A half-hour's gentle manipulation of the aching head sent the sufferer into a quiet sleep, from which she awoke two hours later with the pain gone, weak but happy.
"Surely," mused Mrs. Stanton that evening, "I ought to be thankful for the power to do a kindness—even a little one—as well as to receive one," and she dropped a dime in the envelope.
"It is getting heavy," she thought with a happy smile. "At this rate I shall be banking soon." Yet she did not seem greatly alarmed at the prospect.461One afternoon Helen Brown, a member of her Sunday-school class, came in. She seemed depressed and anxious. After a little common-place talk her teacher said:—
"What is it, Helen? Does something trouble you? Can I help you?"
"O Mrs. Stanton! I want to be a Christian. I am so unhappy. Will you tell me what to do?"
The sacred hour that followed neither of them will ever forget. When Helen left it was with a new light in her eyes, a new love in her heart, a new purpose in her living. Her feet were set in the way of everlasting life.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Stanton to herself that night, "this is not one of the 'little things.' For this great privilege—this great honor—of leading a soul to Christ, all that I have in the world would be but a small thank-offering. What can I render unto the Lord for all his goodness to me? A fresh and whole consecration to his service is the least I can offer."
But into the envelope also went its largest contribution yet.
As time passed on, life held a new sweetness and a new meaning for Mrs. Stanton. Her days seemed to be full of pleasant things; her heart was attuned to the thanksgiving; and out of the abundance of her heart her mouth spoke. Her envelope grew full almost to bursting; and yet there was no lack of earthly comforts. She sometimes felt as if the miracle of the widow's cruse of oil and measure of meal was repeated in her, for the more she put away in the sacred envelope the more she had to put there; and when the next thank-offering came around it was no vain oblation that she carried to the place of meeting, but her little gift—small yet in comparison with some of the others—was sweetened through and through with gratitude and love.—Christian Weekly.
The Home Circle.
By May Riley Smith
LININGS.
Nay, nay, dear child, I cannot let you slight
Those inner stitches on your gown's fair hem,
Because, you say, they will be out of sight,
And no stern critic will discover them.
You do but build a most inviting hedge,
Behind which falsehood and deceit may lurk,
When you embroider fair the outer edge,
And to the inner give no honest work.
The silken chain of habit which you wear
So lightly now upon your careless youth,
Will strengthen strand by strand; then have a care!
Else it may throttle the sweet soul of truth.
I hold that every stitch untruly set,
Weaves a soiled thread along your web of fate;
And each deceitful seam may prove a net
To hurt and hinder, trust me, soon or late.
Ah, dearest child, on everything you do
Let the white seal of honor stamp its grace.
Keep all your soul as clean with heaven's dew
As the pink flower of your tender face.
God makes no clumsy linings. Mark this bloom!
A "fairy's glove"; and though it grieves my heart
To send the smallest blossom to its tomb,
We'll tear the dainty little glove apart.
In this and every flower that we behold,
From crimson robe to pansy's purple vest,
God sews the velvet on the inner fold,
And makes his linings fairer than the rest.
Is it not perfect, from the slender stem
To the brown dapples on the curling rim?
God folds not carelessly the foxglove's hem;
Then try, my little child, to be like him.
—May Riley Smith.
ALCOHOL IN NATURE.
By Alice M. Guernsey
“Does alcohol exist in nature?” is a question that we have steadily answered in the negative, claiming that it is always the product of fermentation. In the face of this oft-repeated assertion, one of our juvenile workers was met by a startling quotation from a book entitled “Sea and Land: an Illustrated History of the Wonderful and Curious Things of Nature Existing Before and Since the Deluge.” The extract reads as follows: “The wine-tree, found in Mauritius Island, is only more wonderful than the pitcher-plant in that it distills an excellent quality of wine instead of water, corresponding to old Concord. The natives are exceedingly fond of this natural intoxicant, and abuse its use like wine-bibbers throughout the world; but it is said that its effects are not so pernicious on the system as fermented wine.”
“Can this be true?” is the question that came to the W. T. P. A. editorial rooms. Of course we said, “We don’t believe it,” but that was not enough in the face of the written evidence. So the quotation was sent to our good friend, Mr. Wm. T. Hornaday, author of “Free Rum on the Congo,” who is connected with the Smithsonian Institution, with the request that he would investigate the matter. He turned the question over to Prof. F. H. Knowlton, Assistant Curator of Botany in the National Museum, and the writer of the botanical definitions for the new “Century Dictionary.”
Professor Knowlton replies as follows: “So far as I know, and my knowledge of authentic sources that would be likely to mention a fact of this kind is fairly extensive, from my dictionary work, there is no plant that produces free alcohol as a normal sap. There are, as it is of course well known, many plants that produce violently intoxicating juices after fermentation. The wine-palm of New Granada is a well-known example. The natives cut it down, ‘scoop’ out a part of the inside, and in three days it is filled with a ‘toddy’ upon which they become intoxicated. It is only the sap, but in three days it has had ample time to ferment, and it cannot, therefore, be called a natural alcohol. Numerous other instances might be enumerated, but the evidence all goes to show that the juice has been fermented.
“I never heard of the wine-tree. From the title of the book in which it occurs, the publishers and all, I should put very little dependence in any of its statements that I did not know to be authentic. Should expect to find it stated that swallows hibernate in mud at the bottom of ponds and lakes, and that migrating birds visit the moon, in a book like that. I may do it injustice, however.”
If there is any higher authority to be produced we do not know of it, and it is certainly safe to leave to the writer of a book that takes into its small compass the whole history of the world, the producing of evidence to prove our ablest botanical investigators in the wrong. —Alice M. Guernsey, in Union Signal.
Health and Temperance.
DRUNKENNESS IN BELGIUM.
According to a recent Parliamentary report drawn up by the Prince Rubemfrè, drunkenness is seizing with a terrible grip the working population of Belgium. Belgium is only surpassed by Bavaria in the consumption of beer, 240 litres a year being credited to each inhabitant; while Russia and Denmark alone surpass Belgium in the consumption of spirits, the average in Belgium being 13 litres a year per inhabitant, or about 50 litres per adult. Dr. Petithan stated at Leige in 1886 that there were 100,000 persons in Belgium who drank half a litre of gin a day, and no less than 50,000 who drink a whole litre. [A litre is about one quart.] Such infatuation seems scarcely credible in civilized countries; but alas! civilization is not at all inconsistent with folly. The number of public houses is very large. The outlook is very bad for Belgium if the State can do nothing to check this degrading vice. But we are not in a position to throw stones.—London Lancet, January, 1889.
DIETARY LAWS OF THE BIBLE.
TIME and again, during all ages, the Jewish dietary laws of the Bible and of the rabbis have been awarded encomiums by men of science. Adherence to these laws has been among the most remarkable means of the preservation of the Jews, and their freedom from diseases loathsome and dangerous. The Jewish method of slaughtering animals for food, and the strict examination enjoined, before the meat is rendered fit for use, or Cosher, has often been commended. And every day almost brings new proofs of the entire excellence of the Jewish system, and the reasons why it ought to be universally adopted. Last week, Dr. George Strawbridge read a paper before the Philadelphia College of Physicians, in which he demonstrably showed that those persons who partake of the flesh of animals afflicted with tuberculosis, or who even drink of their milk, can contract that terrible disease. Dr. Strawbridge may have startled people, when he asserted that twenty per cent. of the milk sold to Philadelphia contained tuberculous matter. Such a subject requires at once, careful investigation. This condition of things would not be possible were the capital Jewish method adhered to and insisted upon among all peoples. Such animals as referred to are immediately declared terefa—prohibited,—as though they were "torn,"—from being eaten. Those laws of superhuman wisdom proclaimed in our Bible, and upon which our rabbis have based their code, have never yet been, nor will they ever be, excelled; and were they rigidly enforced, under penalties, individuals and communities would be alike benefited therefrom to an immeasurable degree.
—Jewish Exponent.
TOBACCO.
Concerning the use of tobacco, a French writer has thus gathered the opinion of various of his literary countrymen. M. Dumas found that tobacco, after awhile, made him giddy, the giddiness disappearing six months after he ceased smoking. Of it he says: “Tobacco, in my opinion, together with alcohol, is the most formidable enemy of intelligence.” Augier and Feuillet, Dumas declares, have almost died of smoking. Taine smokes cigarettes, and says it is a bad habit.
Prove All Things
“PROVE all things; hold fast that which is good.”
SHE WHEELED HER OWN BABY.
It was once my lot to board for a few months in a beautiful city. Every pleasant day I wheeled my baby out. On the broad, shady sidewalks which we frequented I used to meet many other baby carriages, their little occupants in charge of girls with snowy caps and aprons. Hardly a day passed that I was not accosted by some of these girls, and always, after the first general chat, would come the question: “Where do you live?” “Say, who do yer work fur?” “Whose baby’s that?”
The stare of incredulous astonishment which always greeted my quiet answer, “He is my baby,” was very funny.
“She says it’s her own baby, and she ain’t workin’ out for no one!’ I overheard one of them tell another, in a tone of perplexed amazement.
“Why, did you take me for a nurse girl? Why shouldn’t it be my own baby?” I asked one of them.
“Why, nothing, only—well, the ladies round here don’t ever wheel their own babies out,” she answered.
“Well, I am a lady, and I wheel my own baby out,” I remarked briefly.
That afternoon one of the ladies who never wheeled her own baby out went by with a little shaggy poodle in her arms!—National Baptist.
News and Notes.
SECULAR.
—There are 10,000 telephones in Berlin.
—A water-spout destroyed the town of Chilapa, Mexico, July 15.
—There are 140,825 people on the Government pay-rolls, in addition to those in the army and navy.
—One-half of the town of Djarkend, in Semiretchinsk, Russia, has been destroyed by an earthquake.
—The National Grange, or Patrons of Husbandry, will meet in Sacramento, Cal., sometime during the coming fall.
—The latest thing in the way of trusts is a salt trust recently formed in New York, with a capital of $15,000,000.
—Two severe earthquake shocks were felt July 19 in Covington, Ky. Memphis, Tenn., also experienced a similar sensation.
—Asahel M. Cole, the founder of the Republican party, died at his home in Wellsville, N. Y., July 15, aged sixty-eight years.
—A regular line of sailing vessels has been established to run direct between the ports of San Francisco and Genoa, Italy.
—The street car stables of Lowell, Mass., burned July 17, at a loss of $150,000. Forty cars and 120 horses were consumed.
—Two men were killed and twenty seriously injured on a miner's train which was wrecked near Shamokin, Pa., July 17.
—The Grand Duke Constantine, uncle of the Czar of Russia, has been stricken with paralysis, and has lost the power of speech.
—The Governor of Tripoli has issued a decree abolishing the slave trade. Violation of the decree is attended by severe penalties.
—Owing to a collision between a freight and passenger train at Grenoble, France, on the 15th inst., 20 persons were killed or injured.
—A still exploded in a chemical laboratory in Jersey City, N. Y., July 20, wrecking the building and causing $300,000 worth of damage.
—A cigar seller in Brooklyn, N. Y., was recently fined fifty dollars under the new law prohibiting the sale of cigarettes to children. Good.
—A girl in Maitland, Pa., recently attempted to start a fire by using coal oil. The can exploded as usual, fatally burning her and two of her sisters.
—Recent advices from Constantinople stated that the Porte would send several battalions of troops to Crete, on account of the threatened uprising there.
—John E. Burton of Gogebic, Wisconsin, sometimes known as the "iron king" of that section, has made an assignment to Milwaukee parties for $825,000.
—Four children were poisoned near Star City, Ark., July 16, by arsenic placed in their food by some unknown person. Three of them died from its effects.
—During the first seventy years of the Government but fifty-five patents were allowed to women; but in 1887 alone, 188 were issued, and the total is over 2,000.
—The Supreme Court of California has reversed the decision of the lower courts in the celebrated Sharon-Terry case, and has denied the validity of the marriage.
—Fire broke out in the jail at Jacksonville, Oregon, July 12, and through the neglect of the prison officials, all of the prisoners, three in number, perished in the flames.
—Forty women armed with horsewhips, switches, etc., assaulted a saloon keeper named Lewis, at Fossil, Colorado, July 16, and gave him a terrible flogging for beating his wife.
—After a struggle of eight years the French law has sanctioned cremation. The advocates of this method for disposing of the dead are to hold a Congress on the 4th of August.
—The prospects for anything like a reasonable crop of wheat in foreign countries this year is decidedly discouraging, and the market bids fair to be controlled by the United States.
—King Charles of Wurtemburg was prostrated by lightning while watching a thunder-storm on the 14th inst. He remained unconscious for several minutes, but was not seriously injured.
—There are 15,000 photographic establishments in the United States, furnishing employment to about 50,000 people. Less than fifty years ago there was not a photographic camera in the world.
—Heavy thunder-storms accompanied by much destruction were reported from Dakota, Illinois, Ohio, and Michigan, July 16. Several deaths occurred and many dwellings were burned by lightning.
—A new steamship mail line from New York to Brazil is being arranged for. A company has been formed in New York City, having this object in view, and $1,000,000 has already been paid in.
—William Burnley, a Pennsylvania farmer, has just been awarded a patent on a combined telegraph and telephone instrument which enables both operations to be carried on over one wire at the same time.
—Fourteen criminals under the age of twenty-one were all arraigned in one day before a court in San Francisco recently. There may be some cities which can beat this, but it is an unenviable record at the best.
—The total length of the submarine cables at present in use is given by an Austrian paper as 113,051 miles. Of this length, 102,531 miles belong to the various cable companies, and 10,500 miles are Government property.
—Walla Walla, W. T., was visited by an army of grasshoppers on the night of the 20th inst. They flew through the city by millions during the night, but by morning all had gone in the direction of Puget Sound.
—The New York anarchists have been denouncing Herr Most for his mild utterances through his paper, the Freiheit. They declare against his controlling the sheet any longer, and claim that he is a traitor to the cause.
—At a colored camp-meeting near Ripley, Ohio, recently, the minister stopped his discourse long enough to chastise a drunken rough who was making things unpleasant in the vicinity. He then went on with his sermon as usual.
—The Veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic are very indignant over the refusal of the railroads to allow them a rate of one cent per mile, and threaten to refrain from attending the grand annual encampment soon to be held at Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
—The National Educational Association at Nashville, Tenn., held its final session the 19th inst. A marked feature of this year's meeting was the unusual interest taken in kindergarten work. It was voted to hold the meeting next year at St. Paul, Minn.
—A steamer with five hundred colored excursionists aboard ran into a closed drawbridge near Savannah, Ga., the night of the 20th inst., killing two women and injuring twenty-eight other persons, some of whom were expected to die at last accounts.
—The entire town of Princeton, Ohio, consisting of 28 houses, a sawmill, and the public school building, was swept away by a terrific wind-storm July 14. No lives were lost, but considerable damage was done to property by the storm, which extended over a large territory.
—An aeronaut named Hogan went up from New York City, July 16, in an air-ship of new construction, which became unmanageable at an elevation of 5,000 feet, and he was carried out into the open ocean. It is probable that he was drowned, as nothing has since been heard from him.
—Lord Salisbury, of England, in a recent speech, took a very pessimistic view of the Irish question, and seemed to think it was no nearer solution than formerly. He also expressed himself as believing that the colonies would never become a distinct federation like the United States.
—London is much agitated over the renewal of the Whitechapel murders. The latest victim, the eighth in number, was found weltering in her own blood early in the morning of the 16th inst. It is thought Jack the Ripper is the author of the crime. The police have no clue to his identity.
—One of the most remarkable men in the country is Sydney Bartlett of Boston, who though ninety years old, is still in active practice as a lawyer, and is almost daily engaged in complicated cases, showing all the mental alertness of a young and vigorous man. His practice is said to be worth $10,000 a year.
—Five war ships of the German navy landed at Tonga on the Zanzibar coast the 10th inst., and bombarded the town fiercely for several hours. The town of Pangani was similarly treated a day or two before. Inasmuch as no Germans were killed during the recent outbreak there, it seems as if such ruthless destruction was unwarranted.
—Minnesota has a new law providing that all legal executions shall take place between the hours of midnight and daylight, that no person representing a newspaper shall be present, and that publication in any newspaper of anything more than the general statement that the execution was performed according to law shall be a misdemeanor.
—Grand Master Powderly, of the Knights of Labor, has issued an address to that organization through the columns of its official journal, in which he makes a strong plea for reform through the ballot and not by violence. He is much in favor of a secret ballot law, as this will prohibit corporations from controlling the votes of their employes.
—Parnell, the Irish leader, has withdrawn from the Commission of Inquiry appointed some time ago in London to examine into certain affairs connected with the Irish question, and virtually declines to make any further presentation of his case. He of course, however, will remain subject to the jurisdiction of the court. The investigation, meantime, will continue.
—Several large snow-sheds have been recently burned on the Union Pacific Railroad. The brakemen are compelled to stand on the top of the cars while passing through the snow-sheds on the road, and several have met their death by being knocked off the cars recently. They petitioned for a reversal of this rule, but were refused, and it is thought they fired the sheds out of retaliation.
—Manual training, as a part of the course of instruction in public schools, is steadily growing in favor. New York has been making some experiments in this direction, and they have been so well received that a committee of the Board of Education of that city has recommended the extension of the system to nearly all its schools. Boston, Chicago, and other cities have been experimenting with the same end in view.
—The most disastrous calamity that ever befell West Virginia occurred on the 18th inst., when the Little Kanawha Valley was completely flooded by a cloud burst. Several counties were included in the area swept by the destroying elements, and bridges, mills and steamboats shared in the general destruction. Some villages were almost entirely swept away, and scores of dwellings in other places were wrecked. It is not definitely known at the date of this writing just how many lives were lost. Nearly twenty victims are already included in the list and others will doubtless be found. The damage to property is immense, and it is stated that the losses will run up into the millions.
—July 4 constitutional conventions assembled in North and South Dakota, Montana, and Washington Territories, and at this writing have not yet completed their work in either of the soon-to-be new States. It is said that in Washington Territory the Committee on Bill of Rights has agreed upon a report. The preamble is the briefest on record. The name of God does not appear in it. Absolute freedom of conscience in all religious matters is guaranteed, but polygamy is prohibited. There are to be no religious exercises whatever in the public schools, and no public money can be used for religious purposes. In Montana a representative of the National Reformers asked that God be recognized as the source of all authority in civil government. A memorial was also presented asking that no legislation be enacted enforcing the observance of a Sabbath, but that everybody be left free to choose their own day for worship. It seems probable that in both North and South Dakota the fullest religious liberty will be guaranteed.
Obituary.
PRICE.—Died, of consumption, at Farmington, Wash., Sept. 30, 1888, Elva L., daughter of Charles and Harriet Price, aged 13 years and 1 month. Elva was a good girl, and had many friends in the Sabbath-school, of which she was an earnest member. Although not belonging to the church, she had voluntarily taken part in family prayers for more than a year before her death. We trust she sleeps in hope, and will meet her friends with rejoicing when the Life-giver comes.
J. W. SCOLES.
HIGHBERGER.—Died at Boise City, I. T., June 6, 1889, of inflammation of the bowels, Mrs. Catherine A. Highberger, aged 66 years and 29 days. Sister Highberger came to this place in 1887 an earnest, devoted Christian, a member of the Dunkard Church. But she soon learned that there was more light for her on the Scriptures, and gladly accepted present truth through the labors of Eld. D. T. Fero. Her Christian experience dates back to early life, but her last days were her best, and about two weeks before her death, she said she was very happy, that she had cast all her care on Jesus, and left it there. She leaves an only son, upon whom the blow falls heavily. His wife and four children, and a large circle of friends, also mourn their loss. But we trust she has not long to rest before the voice of the Archangel will call her forth to enjoy the bliss of Heaven. The funeral services were conducted by Rev. G. W. Gowan (Baptist).
D. P. KISTLER.
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