We profess to have the most solemn truth ever committed to man, but where are those among us who are willing to make such sacrifices as have been made among other denominations? Let us look at the Judsons and many others, and where among our people shall we find parallel instances of sacrifice and devotion?
Distant Burmah may not hold out her hands for help; but from many directions we hear the cry, “Come over and help us;” and if we possessed the spirit that those did whom we have mentioned we might readily find a field of labor. To hear the Swedes, Danes, and Swiss, who have been converted to our faith, pray with such earnestness that “this dear truth” may be carried to others of their own nationality, is enough to touch any heart, and cause us to ask what we can do to aid in the work of saving souls.
If we were not so self-caring, so unmindful of what has been done for us, so wrapped in indifference, we might more easily hear the call of the suffering and needy around us, and we would not be so oblivious of the fact that many around us are raising the inquiry, “What must I do to be saved?”
The work is fast hastening to its accomplishment, and some one will have a share in the trials and burdens by the way, and also in the “far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory,” when it is said, “They have done what they could.”
Shall we remain with idle hands and unfeeling hearts, waiting for the tide to land us on the shore of “the better land,” or for some strong hand to lift us safely over the thorns and brambles that lacerate the weary feet of the workers? or shall we be among those who will be “faithful unto death” and receive a “crown of life?”
MARY MARTIN.
Temperance.
BEER AND TOBACCO.
REV. M. C. BRIGGS, in a recent sermon at the Howard street M. E. church, San Francisco, expressed himself as follows concerning the "twin evils," as reported by the S. F. Chronicle. We would that all ministers had as sound sentiments in regard to them, and would let them be known:—
"After paying his respects to the American smoking-car, which, he claimed, would rival the Chinese opium dens, or anything else in filthiness, the speaker said: Every day well-dressed men can be seen walking along the street by the side of ladies and puffing away at huge cigars, and it is truly ludicrous to hear the lady, between the coughs caused by the inhalation of the cigar smoke, assure the smoker that smoking is not in the least disagreeable or unpleasant to her. The use of tobacco and liquor makes one selfish, unclean, unrefined, and ungentlemanly. Only a few days since I met a man who had squandered his property and afterwards been kicked out of his own house. He was walking down the street without a thought of his poor old parent, dressed in the latest style, and chewing tobacco as if his very life depended on it. My friends, enter into an active movement to suppress the growing vice, and give to the youth the benefit of your experience.
"I remember one day in Sacramento I saw four or five little boys sitting on the curbstone taking turns smoking a cigar stump that they had picked up on the street. I stopped, and tapping one little fellow on the shoulder, who had just put the stump in his mouth, said: 'My dear boy, do not do that. You don't know how bad it looks. Throw away that cigar, and give up the habit.' The little chap turning around and facing me, said, as he emitted a volume of smoke from his mouth, 'I would, sir, but I can't do without it.'
"In regard to tobacco-sellers I have this to say, that I believe any man who will sell tobacco to a boy would steal if he dared to do so. I have known men professing to be religious and Christian men who spend more money for this vice than they do for the cause of religion, and for an excuse say that it stimulates them and quiets the nerves. Bosh! I knew of a church once with a congregation of chewers and smokers, who, during three months had paid the preacher just 75 cents. The clergyman was a bachelor, and was going to leave, having received a call elsewhere. I went into the church and talked to them. They said that their tobacco cost them about $13 a year. I told them that they would have to give up the use of tobacco and support the pastor, and one of them promised to do so; but whether he kept his promise or not I did not ascertain.
"In regard to temperance, I want the boys to understand that the great army of drunkards was recruited from just such boys as are seen on our streets every day. They are gathered in by saloon-keepers, and each corner groggery is the recruiting office. When a boy takes his first drink, his journey on the road to ruin and degradation is commenced. Oh, young men, be warned in time, and shun the wine cup as you would a pestilence. In this State, and be it said to its shame, the Legislature created a Commission to promote the growth of the wine grape and tobacco. The public ought to protest against such action."
No Smoker Need Apply.
I was sitting in the office of a mechanic not long since, when a lad about sixteen entered with a cigar in his mouth. He said to the gentleman: "I would like to get a situation in your shop to learn the trade, sir." "I might give you a place, but you carry a very bad recommendation in your mouth," said the gentleman. "I didn't think it any harm to smoke, sir; nearly everybody smokes now." "I am sorry to say, my young friend, I can't employ you. If you have money enough to smoke cigars, you will be above working as an apprentice; and if you have not money, your love for cigars might make you steal it. No boy who smokes cigars can get employment in my shop."— Children's Paper.
The Case for Prohibition
By N. Y. News
WE cannot see how the evil of the rum shops and drunkenness is to be checked, except by the strong arm of prohibition. All Christians should come forward, and in this conflict take sides, either in temperance or intemperance; there is no half-way ground. If you believe the liquor traffic is right, vindicate your sentiments; if not, work for prohibition.
Newspaper Silence on Prohibition Ruling
Judge Crozier, of Leavenworth, decided the Prohibitory law unconstitutional; and the fact was published all over the land; but the Supreme Court of the State has reversed the decision, and the fact is not thought worthy of mention by the newspapers that advertise saloons.—Mirror.
MRS. PALLISER'S DREAM
I PROPOSE to relate Mrs. Palliser's dream because it brought about a marked change in her life.
Great as is the liberty generally allowed to a dream, nevertheless, I apologize beforehand for Mrs. Palliser's dream. It is not a conventional good-society dream. I admit it. I protest against any damaging inferences about Mrs. Palliser. She is a dear, good, pious little woman; but I leave the dream to its own merits. I will not even attempt to tell it in a roundabout style, but just say plumply Mrs. Palliser dreamed that, sitting in church she saw Satan sitting near her, quite at his ease, listening with an air of artistic enjoyment to the singing, and with an expression of proprietorship and interest in what was about him that made Mrs. Palliser so horridly uncomfortable that she could not follow the services.
When a dream begins like that, of course you may expect almost anything to come next.
Mrs. Palliser in her dream was more curious to know why he came there, and how he could sit there, than ever was Eve about the apple; and her curiosity grew so intolerable that, the service being over, she touched him on the arm and asked him.
"My dear madam," he answered, blandly, "I often come here. I view this and one or two similar establishments something as a man does his pet country seat, and when I get a fit of the blues I come here to refresh my faith—in myself. And for the question in your thoughts, madam, that you are too polite to frame in words, your Christ, to whom you have erected this temple, is not here."
"You are a liar and the father of lies!" retorted Mrs. Palliser, with more zeal than politeness.
"Granted; but the devil can quote Scripture. What did He tell you himself of some who begin to say, 'We have eaten and drunk in thy presence, and thou hast taught in our streets; but he shall say, I know you not whence ye are; depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity.' I wonder, Mrs. Palliser, if the prophecy was confined entirely to those wicked Jews, or if among them will be found anybody who sits here, for example."
Now coupled with his words, there was something so unspeakably awful in the smile with which he looked down into Mrs. Palliser's wondering face that the little woman's heart stood still. She struggled and woke.
This absurd and irreverent dream made a terrible impression on Mrs. Palliser. She was unable to forget it. She told her husband, and he pooh-poohed at it as nonsense. That was conclusive, but not satisfactory. She consulted her pastor. He smiled, and told her that "a dream cometh through the multitude of business." "But not such dreams," murmured Mrs. Palliser. She grew thin and worn, and her husband called in the doctor. The doctor demanded her symptoms, and Mrs. Palliser told her dream. The doctor said something about nerves, gave her a prescription, and privately advised Mr. Palliser to take his wife into society, and try to distract her thoughts; this persistent dwelling on one thing looked a little like mania.
Winter came—two-faced, as usual. To the rich and the well-to-do it brought the "season" and all splendors and pleasures: lectures, operas, sleigh-rides, rinks, red cheeks, quick leaping blood, long, bracing walks in the clear air; spring, sparkle, elasticity; cozy, curtained rooms, twilights with soft, warm air, red fire-light, and just a glimpse through the panes of dying winter's light for contrast; long evenings close around the hearth, all the cozier for the raving wind and driving sleet without. Christmas-trees, New-Year's boxes, wine, velvet, gold, furs—all these for the rich; but for the poor—lower your voice and change your note. Winter is a mighty hunter; the poor are his game, and he hunts them hard, and to the death. This winter was no exception. It was a bitter one. The charitable were busy; busiest of all, Mrs. Palliser; but she still asked herself why Christ should not be in his church.
In an alley lived Madge Allen, on the third floor of a rear tenement building. She was by no means a model poor woman. Her temper was bad. She was sometimes drunk. Mrs. Palliser's cook vowed that she stuffed her pockets with tea and sugar. But, however that may be, she fell sick. Mrs. Palliser found her looking not only ill, but gaunt and starving. So did her children. There was no quilt on her bed; no fire; no bread; no tea-kettle; not even a whole dish. One by one, everything had gone to the pawnbrokers. Winter had hunted them down, and was worrying them now in their miserable attic till the landlord should turn them out, as he intended to do the day after to-morrow, when he would finish them.
Madge told these things in a dry, hard voice, and with no sign of emotion, although the soft-hearted Mrs. Palliser was in tears. You see, Madge lived only a block and a half away, and that aggravated the case, to Mrs. Palliser's thinking. She could hardly await the end of the story to run into the street, order coal, wood, groceries, confiscate the whole Palliser dinner, and send around a load of blankets, quilts, flannel, dishes, etc. She paid the landlord; she brought the doctor; she nursed Madge herself—the best and tenderest of nurses. In all this glow of kind feeling Madge thawed a little, and one day she said,
"I thank you, I do thank you, Mrs. Palliser. I don't see why you ever took so much trouble for one like me."
"For Jesus' sake," answered Mrs. Palliser, softly and quickly, glad of the opportunity to say so.
An ill-omened light sparkled in Madge's eyes.
"Whose sake did you say?" affecting sudden deafness.
"Our Lord and Saviour's," replied Mrs. Palliser again, trembling a little.
"And why on his account?" asked Madge, dryly.
"Because he—Why, surely you know, Madge. He told us to do so. He was poorer once than you; he had not a place even to lay his head."
Madge threw up her head scornfully. "Now I wonder, Mrs. Palliser, to hear you talk like that. I have heard that story a dozen times from them as likes to set themselves up and preach; but you are another sort. You are a good woman, you are; and why do you want to stuff me with a story like that?"
Mrs. Palliser was still with surprise.
"Now, see here," continued Madge rapidly. "I don't want to say nothing saucy to one that's been good to me and mine. But poor folks ain't fools. When we see ice it's no use telling us it's dog days because we know better. Now you say our Lord was so poor hisself, and so he had a feeling for the poor folks, and wants Christians to have it too, and he counts us all his brothers and sisters.
"Oh, I know the rigmarole; I've heard it often enough. Now let me tell you how a few of these brothers and sisters are getting on. The woman overhead has two little children. She is honest and works her fingers to the bone to keep them, and in five days they have had three loaves of bread. The decent man below is a carpenter. He was too poor to buy stuff to make things for hisself. He has a wife and three children—babies you may say, all of them. They have pawned all they have. He is so poor-looking now that I don't suppose they'd trust him with work if they had it. She is down with rheumatiz; no flannel, no fire, no food, is too much for her. They are clean beat out, and last week they would have starved to death but for what we poor folks brought them. In yonder the children is crying with cold and chilblains, and never a shoe to their feet. Their mother goes around with a basket and sells what she can, but you know how it is ma'am—where one will buy, twenty will pass on and never look at her. Oh"—and the woman's black eyes kindled—"I wish I could make you, and every one that is warm and full, feel what it is to be starved all over, dizzy and faint, and the wind searching through every bone, and no hope of anything better, and folks going by you as if they were angels and you was vermin, for the way they look at you, and plenty to eat and drink, and warm rooms everywhere in the houses that would no more open to you than the kingdom of Heaven, if there was one.
"Keep this in your mind, ma'am, as I have done when I watched you fine folks come out of your church. The price of the lace on your cloak would take that carpenter's clothes and tools out of pawn, and start him again. Them ladies behind you cost more than would make us all happy here. While your Lord's brothers and sisters are starving, you brush by us with the price of what would save us to go and pray to him, and then you go home, easy and careless and happy, and think well of yourselves if you send us out twenty-five cents by the servant. Mind, I think folks is right to use their own, and it's natural to want to look fine and handsome; but there's enough piled on just for show, and that does no good to nobody, to make us all easy. Give us a chance anyhow. And then you say he is there listening to you. Why, if he was, and he is what you make him out—I can read, and I read once how he drove the peddlers out of the temple for buying and selling, and what is that to leaving his own to perish, and never thinking or caring? Don't tell me. He isn't there, Mrs. Palliser, and what is more, you don't none of you believe it, really, or expect him, as you say you do. For what did he tell you? Oh, I have not been to Sunday-school for nothing. I can answer folks back when they come preaching at me;" and with an air of triumph she repeated, "'When thou makest a dinner or supper, call not thy friends, neither thy kinsmen, nor thy rich neighbors; lest they also bid thee again, and a recompense be made thee. But when thou makest a feast, call the poor, the maimed, the lame, the blind; and thou shalt be blessed; for thou shalt be recompensed at the resurrection of the just.' Now there's a lot of Christians living in our neighborhood—the regular A No. 1 sort. But I don't see any invitations coming down our alley. They was a different sort as drove up to your house t'other night, Mrs. Palliser, and that will come scraping in New Year's Day to drink your wine and wish you merry; suppose on that day he came too, and when he'd looked around, and see none of the poor and sick, he said to you as it says in your book, 'Inasmuch as ye did it not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to me!' And that is what he would say, according to your own story, and if you believed it, wouldn't you all be sick for fear, and tryin' to do different? That you would. You are a kind woman, Mrs. Palliser, but drop that church talk with me. It's no good. He isn't there," pointing toward her window, from which one could see the church spire.
"Oh! Madge, he is," cried Mrs. Palliser. "Don't think it. It is true what you say, but the human heart is so hard that so long as we were warm and fed we would never care at all, and we wouldn't do even this little, only for Jesus' sake. It is he who sends us, and it is we who, like thoughtless, unwilling children, do as little as we can, then run off to our sport. The blame is ours, mine, Madge. But, please God," she continued rather to herself than to Madge, "I at least, know now where to look for my Lord."
That evening Mrs. Palliser informed her husband that she had found out the meaning of her dream. Madge Allen had told her.
COARSE GIRLS.
By Mrs. Robbins
THEY are everywhere. They confront us on the street, at the stations. They whisper in our ears in the concert hall. They indulge freely in pea-nuts, and laugh loudly at their own poor jokes in the cars. Even the lecture-room and the church are not wholly free from them. They stare at us in the stores and jostle on the walks. Apparently their chief amusement consists in ridiculing the mistakes or misfortunes of others. Alas, too, for the slang, used even by well edu-cated girls. In listening to a company at the383present day, how puzzled poor Dr. Webster would be to recognize his own English. There are girls who would reprove their brothers for profanity, but who utter expressions nearly as forcible, and suggesting the same spirit. Are not these indications of bad breeding becoming more numerous? Does not the advent of Derby hats and ulsters tend a little to render girls louder in tone and less modest in demeanor?
Lately I chanced to see a party of girls on their daily ride to a school near Boston. Apparently they belonged to families of competence. They were bright girls, but so lacking in refinement. They forced their conversation upon all the occupants of the car. One, in the questionable hat and ulster, with hands in the pockets, walked through the train, not omitting the smoking car, seeking “Frank.” We queried whether “Frank” would appreciate so pronounced an attention. It would have been gratifying to hear some allusion to study, some discussion of facts in natural history, new theories in philosophy, or the thousand delightful bits of knowledge one could not fail to acquire in any New England school; but their remarks were wholly foreign to such grand subjects.
If bad manners and shocking grammar were confined to girls whose daily struggle is to obtain the necessaries of life I should have more charity. There is nothing debasing in measuring off ribbons and laces in the store, in plying the needle in tailors' shops or dressmaking establishments. There need be no lessening of fine perceptions in the life of the factory operative. It is never honest work that degrades. Still, in the lives of such busy ones there is less time for culture, for books, for all that ought to elevate. With these tired, tried specimens of womanhood I would only have great sympathy. For their more favored sisters, who would quickly resent any insinuation as to their not being ladies, but who are not lady-like, I have censure.
There is something beautiful, fascinating, even to their own sex, in a bright but modest girl, in one who does quietly the duty nearest her, never shrinking from the inevitable, never seeking publicity. Even a bad man respects such a character, and in the presence of pure girlhood restrains his vulgarity and profanity.
If girls only could realize the secret of their power! Seldom to the platform can they look for their greatest influence, or to any public life, but always to the home, where all good manners, all kind thoughts for others, is sure to carry sunshine.
It has been said, that “manners are not morals, but manners and morals are never far apart.” A girl who guards well her thoughts, her expressions, will never fall into immorality. There may be merriment without boisterousness, wit without vulgarity. To every girl I would make this appeal. Don't be coarse. Don't allow yourself to listen calmly to anything lowering to your innate, God-given standard of propriety. Don't get callous. Imitate, rather, the sensitive plant, which shrinks even from the approach of evil.—Mrs. Rob-bins, in Watchman.
THORNS AND ROSES
By F. E. Weatherly
The Home Circle.
THORNS AND ROSES
FROM morn till night John's hammer rang,
The tale of labor telling;
But oft he marked with envious eye,
Squire Hardy's cozy dwelling.
One day the Squire himself came by:
"My horse has lost a shoe, John;
And that's the least of all my cares—
But cares don't come to you, John.
The lightning struck my barns last night;
My child near death is laid, John;
No! life is not what folks suppose;
'Tis not of roses made, John."
And then the Squire rode sadly off.
John watched him in amazement,
And, as he watched, two faces bright
Peeped from the open casement.
He heard his wife's voice, sweet and low,
His baby's merry laughter;
John gave his anvil such a blow,
It shook each smoky rafter.
"I would not change with Squire," said he,
"For all his land and money;
There's thorns for him as well as me,
But not such roses bonny!"
—F. E. Weatherly.
ITEMS OF NEWS.
—Rochester University receives $20,000 by the will of Mrs. Fillmore.
—Weston, the pedestrian, is now lecturing on temperance in England.
—Yellow fever is raging in the French colony of Senegal, West Africa.
—The Protestant College in Beyrout, Syria, has graduated 118 students.
—The town of Redding, Shasta county, was visited by a disastrous fire August 21.
—The town of Yale, B. C., was nearly destroyed by fire August 18. Loss about $400,000.
—A heavy fire occurred at Davisville, Cal., August 19. Eleven buildings were destroyed.
—Seventeen persons were killed, and twenty-three injured by an accident at a bull fight at Marseilles, France.
—At the Teachers' Institute in New Tacoma, W. T., Aug. 16, the report says "A fierce onslaught was made on tobacco."
—It is alleged that the principal of the Durant school, Oakland, has punished a boy so severely as to cause him to lose his reason.
—The All Saints' Episcopal church and the parsonage, corner of Polk and Eddy streets, San Francisco, were destroyed by fire Aug. 17.
—The stage running between Etna Springs and St. Helena, Cal., was stopped August 16, by a highwayman, and one passenger robbed of $20.
—"Chinatown," at Nevada City, Cal., consisting of twenty-five buildings, was burned on the evening of Aug. 17. But one house was left.
—The English Land Bill was finally passed substantially as it came from the House of Commons, the House of Lords having capitulated.
—As a result of the wounds received by Bradlaugh when he was ejected from the House of Commons, erysipelas has set in, and it is thought that he will die.
—In sixteen years West Virginia has increased her school-houses from 133 to 3,557, her teachers from 387 to 4,224, and her pupils in attendance from 15,975 to 142,850.
—The explosion of a boiler of a threshing machine near St Louis, Mo., recently, resulted in the death of nine men. The boiler was old, and was carelessly handled.
—Two violent shocks of earthquake occurred at Hollister, Cal., at twenty minutes before 8 o'clock August 18. The buildings of the town were shaken with tremendous force.
—Colonel Clough, who distributed stamps for Irish law courts, and who defrauded the Government of £10,000 by forging stamps, has been sentenced to ten years' penal servitude.
—A dispatch from Tunis, August 19, says: "The country is in a most dangerous state. Many bands of deserters and Arabs are collecting. The telegraph wires have been cut in all directions."
—The undeniable annual increase in the rain-fall of New Mexico is attributed by scientists to the rapid extension of railway lines and the consequent increased cultivation of the agricultural lands of the Territory.
—The main Centennial Exposition building has been sold for $97,000. The original cost was $360,000. In its construction 75,000,000 feet of lumber and 8,500,000 pounds of iron were used. It is 1,830 feet long and 464 feet wide.
—Crop reports for the State of Iowa prepared by the Secretary of the State Agricultural Society, show that the average yield of wheat per acre will not exceed six bushels. The usual average is a fraction over eight bushels.
—A volcanic eruption took place on a mountain in Idaho county, I. T., August 16. A column of fire and smoke several hundred feet in height was emitted, and rocks were hurled some distance. The shock was felt seventy-five miles away.
—There are 154 Baptist churches in the Indian Nation in a population of 60,000. This is one church to less than 400 people. In Chicago there are about 250 churches of all kinds in a population of 500,000 and over, or one church to more than 2,000 inhabitants.
—The Herald's Paris special says: Private advices received in this city state that Stanley, the African explorer, is lying dangerously ill half way between Stanley Pool and the mouth of the Congo. He has so littl'e faith in his own recovery that he has made his will.
—It is said that a scheme has been submitted to the German Government, providing that Alsace be united with Baden, and in conjunction with that grand duchy, be erected into a new Kingdom of the Rhine. Lorraine to be united with the Prussian province of Rhineland, and become a part of the Kingdom of Prussia.
—The Russian Ministry of the Interior are considering measures for preventing the productive power of the people being improperly turned to account by speculators. It is intended to establish official control over all the Russian grain markets, over the foreign demand and over the price of grain in the empire.
—The ship Trafalgar recently arrived at San Diego, Cal., with material for the California Southern railroad. Her cargo consisted of 2,262 tons of steel rails with everything necessary to lay twenty-nine miles of track. There are seven other vessels en route for San Diego with the balance of the rails necessary to complete the road to San Bernardino.
—The retiring Mayor of Cagliar, in Sardinia, had misappropriated public money, and the new Mayor in his distress ordered new impositions of taxes on the people, who, already exasperated by the bad harvest, attacked the old Mayor's house and assaulted him, leaving him for dead. A fight ensued between the carbineers and the populace, during which seven persons were killed and forty severely wounded.
—So many towns and villages in Western Russia, whose population is principally Jewish, have recently been burned that there is strong suspicion of systematic incendiarism. Up to the end of June sixteen towns and villages were burned. Since then fresh fires have occurred. The two most terrible were at Korez and Minsk. From ten to twenty houses and shops were destroyed at Korez, and thirty-five persons were killed. The bulk of the survivors were rendered destitute.
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The "Life and Words of Christ," by Cunningham Gelkie, D. D., is widely known as one of the most interesting and helpful books published. The author has not, like many other writers upon the Life of Christ, contented himself by giving the reader a running commentary on the four Gospels, but has by a clear description of the country and people, and by a grouping of historical facts, given such an introduction as prepares the mind to better understand the acts of Jesus.
A great and noble work, rich in information, elegant and scholarly in style, earnestly devout in feeling.—London Literary World.
A work of gigantic industry, of the highest literary rank, and breathing the spirit of true faith in Christ.—Dr. Delitzsch, the Commentator.
It seems to me among books a pearl of great price, and a man might well sell a thousand others to become possessor of this one.—Harriet Beecher Stowe.
Will last when we have all passed away—is by far the best.—Rev. C. H. Spurgeon.
G ikie is more careful and accurate, and he makes clear many points which require the aid of a painstaking worker like himself.—S. S. Times.
This is a work of profound learning, and I am not surprised at the great success which it has already attained. I would not willingly be without it.—The Archbishop of York.
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"SIGNS OF THE TIMES"
Oakland, Cal.
ELDER WHITE'S SICKNESS.
By Editor
FROM the notice of Elder White's death in the Review we copy the following paragraph, which will give our readers a sufficient idea of his last sickness:—
"One week ago at the date of this writing, July 31, both Bro. and Sr. White began to experience feelings of illness, the symptoms of which indicated an approaching attack of malarial fever. On Monday and Tuesday, Aug. 1 and 2, the symptoms of malarial difficulty became more marked, and the first impressions were confirmed, that it was an attack of ordinary fever and ague, though a very severe one. Wednesday evening, the 3d, they were both brought to the Sanitarium. The treatment administered the 4th and 5th had the effect to break the fever in the case of Sr. White, but not so with him. Friday evening, shortly after the commencement of the Sabbath, it became evident that a crisis was approaching in his case. He sank very low, but yet retained consciousness and ability to recognize his friends, and understand and answer questions. The physicians and helpers belonging to the Sanitarium put forth every exertion in his behalf through the entire night; and by their efforts and the use of powerful stimulants he was enabled so far to rally that it was thought he might recover if another attack could be prevented. But the disease being periodic in its nature, a recurrence of the grave symptoms was feared; and the worst fears were soon realized. At half past one, Sabbath, Aug. 6, he again sank rapidly, suffering, as was supposed, paralysis of the brain, from which time he lost all sensibility and consciousness. In this condition he lingered, the pulse of life growing weaker and the breath feebler, till at a quarter-past five he calmly and quietly passed away."
PRESIDENT GARFIELD.
By Editor
WHEN our note of last week on President Garfield's condition was written the doctors were giving the strongest assurances of his recovery. But before our paper left the press news of the most discouraging nature was received. There is no doubt the President is trembling on the balance between life and death, with the preponderance decidedly on the unfavorable side.
BISHOP E. O. HAVEN.
If usefulness indicates the measure of one’s days Bishop Haven had lived a long life. No one could be more universally regretted than he, for all were united in their high estimate of his great abilities and his excellent Christian spirit. The following brief record of leading events of his life we copy from the obituary in the Methodist:—
“He was born in Boston, November 1, 1820, graduated at Middletown in 1842, taught in Sudbury, Mass., and Amenia Seminary, N. Y., up to 1848, when he entered upon regular pastoral work. In 1853, he became a professor in Michigan University; in 1856, editor of Zion’s Herald; in 1863, Chancellor of Michigan University; in 1869, President of the Northwestern University; in 1872, Corresponding Secretary of the M. E. Board of Education; in 1874, Chancellor of Syracuse University; in 1880, a bishop of the M. E. Church. While editor of Zion’s Herald, he was twice elected to the State Senate, and also served on the Board of Overseers of Harvard University. He adorned every station to which he was called. In Michigan University, he overcame a bitter opposition by the sweetness of his manners and the excellence of his judgment, and left the chancellorship more deeply regretted by all parties than any other man will ever probably be.”
MUSICAL.
By Editor
The last number of the "Song Messenger" is better than its predecessors.
"Better than Pearls" is having a good sale. It is well adapted to schools and small churches which have no other book, as it unites the ordinary Sabbath-school music with a good supply of church music and hymns.
"Songs for Class and School." We have not found time to give this work much examination, but have submitted it to others who are more directly in the musical line, and they speak well of it.