Earlier text: THE SPIRIT OF ANTICHRIST. NO. 1.Every Disciple Has His Own Work
EVERY disciple of Jesus has his own personality, his own work, and his own record of character and service. He will never be so merged in the mass of Christian workers that his Master will lose sight of him as he is, and as he does, individually. Even in the largest church and in the largest Sunday-school every member has a name, and an identity, and a sphere which belongs to no one else, and which no one else can ever possess. Another may have a name, an identity, and a sphere, which is just like that, but it is not the same. And so it will be eternally. To every child of God, God's word stands assuringly: "I have called thee by thy name," "thou art mine." There is no more danger that any one of us shall be forgotten, or neglected, or overburdened, than if there were no other object of God's special loving care and ministry in all the universe. A mother may forget the child she has borne; but God will never forget the child who bears his name.—Selected. Most of us wish that God would use us for some great purpose; but very few of us are so wholly given up to God in loving trust that we are in a condition to be used by him for a great purpose—or a little one. God is a great deal readier to use willing servants who proffer themselves to him unreservedly, than men are to proffer themselves unreservedly to God as his willing servants. We should all like to be taken, "just as we are," for the honorable duties assigned to those who are wholly the Lord's. But the Lord wants us to come, "just as we are," and submit ourselves wholly to him, for whatever duty he may have for us to do. It is first the enlistment and then the detail; not first the detail and then the enlistment.—Selected. HOW SUSAN'S SIGH BECAME A SONG.
By A Maine Minister
A STORY FOR THANKSGIVING.
It was about six weeks before Thanksgiving, and Mrs. Susan Hodgkins sat in her kitchen, chopping mince-meat. A very pleasant kitchen it was, too. It lacked, to be sure, all the appurtenances of a city kitchen, and the house of which it was a part was not by any means a city house—just a plain story-and-a-half frame dwelling, with white paint and green blinds, such as you will see in any New England village. The cat lay curled up by the wood-box, a perfect picture of well-fed contentment. A bright sunbeam gilded the floor and wall. The kettle soliloquized cheerfully on the fire; everything in the kitchen wore a cheerful look, except Susan's face, which was anything but cheerful. It had an unmistakable frown upon it. Not even the "biled dinner" cooking on the stove, a favorite dish of Susan's, and the odor of which was diffused through every part of the premises, could relieve her discontent. "There!" she said at last with a sigh, "If there's anything I despise it's a hypocrite; and a hypocrite I ain't a-goin' to be, and put on thankful looks and say thankful things when I don't feel thankful. And I don't. Everything's gone wrong with us this year. To begin with, there was the cow that choked to death in February—the best one we had too. There ain't a cow in town today that I'd 'a' swapped her for. Then there was the strawberries. Why, 'Zekiel fussed over 'em last fall, and again this spring, down on his knees a-rakin' and scrapin', till I told him he was actually overdoin' it. And they was comin' along splendid; and then what happened but the frost must kill every blow, and not a berry did we get for all our pains. There was Perkins's right across the way and never hurt a bit. I heard him tell 'Zekiel myself that his never did so well. Now, to have the same identical frost take ours and leave his—that's what beats me. And he an unbeliever! It does seem sometimes as if the Lord had a special spite against his own children that walk in his ordinances. "And now, to cap the climax, what must happen but the bank must fail, and I must lose in a minute what it took years to git together piece by piece, all through that rascal of a Phelps. "Well, I s'pose 'Zekiel would say I ought to be thankful that my eggs wasn't all in one basket; I ought to think how much worse off I might be, and how little I deserve. But I tell you I think Susan Hodgkins deserves a good deal more than some folks that might be mentioned. And as to bein' so much worse off, I should like to know what good it does to imagine all sorts of dreadful things. What if my neighbor has got a cancer and I ain't got one; does that cure my headache? What if I ain't fell down cellar and broke my leg; does that mend the Chiny dish I broke last week? "And then, as to goin' into the sanctuary to see the end of the wicked, if there's anybody been in the sanctuary year in and year out, not to boast, of course, it's me and 'Zekiel. Hav'n't I seen him again and again put on his rubber coat and take his lantern and start for the vestry on a Thursday night, when he knew well enough there wouldn't be nobody there but him and the sexton? And I ain't seen no end yet to the prosperity of the wicked. They sit in the best pews and wear the best clothes, and their last state is better than the first. It may be all right, but there ain't no justice in it as it looks to me. The idea of that villain a-spendin' my hard-earned money! His wife's at the bottom of it, you may depend. See what style she's been a-puttin' on! It's enough to try the patience of an angel!" Susan chopped so violently that she did not hear the ringing of the front door-bell. In a moment it rang again, and more vigorously. Putting the tray upon the table, laying aside her apron, and adjusting her spectacles, she went to the door. As she opened it, a boy handed her a dispatch and said that he would wait for a reply. "Mercy me!" she said, as she took the envelope and with trembling fingers tore it open, "I hope there ain't nothin' the matter." HANOVER, Mass., October 21.
Alice is very sick, cannot live. Come immediately if possible.
MARY ENDICOTT. Mrs. Endicott was Susan's sister. Alice was her only daughter. The two sisters had lived near to each other when Alice was born, and Mrs. Endicott being in delicate health the little child had found a home at her Aunt Sue's, and had lived there until the aunt became almost the mother. "The Lord have mercy! Is it possible?" she said, after she had read and re-read the brief message, "Alice sick and can't live—why, for pity sake, ain't they wrote before. It must be something sudden." Necessary as her presence might, under other circumstances, seem to be in her own home, of course Susan found it possible to go and to go at once. The afternoon train found her at the station, and as she had an all-night ride, and did not care to take a sleeper, she had abundant opportunity for reflection. Many a time during the night, which seemed to her interminably long, as she thought of the sorrowful home that she was about to enter, and then of the happy home she had left, she found herself regretting that she had thought and spoken such bitter things. When the train reached the station at Hanover, early the next morning, Susan had scarcely stepped upon the platform before a man approached and said, "Be you the woman who is goin' to Mr. Endicott's?" "Yes, I am," said Susan, "and can you tell me how the daughter is?" she asked, breathlessly, trembling as she thought what the answer might easily be. "Not dead, but dreadful nigh to it, so they tell me; an' so fur as knowin' any of 'em is concerned, she might as well be dead now. Hain't you heard any of the particulars?" "No; do tell me all you can," said Susan, as she took her seat in the carriage and drew the robes about her, for the air was frosty and cold. "Well, it seems a few days ago Alice was a-vistin' a cousin o' hers a few miles out, an' just at night she was a-goin' to the closet for somethin' or other, an' not bein' over'n above familiar with the premises, she got the wrong door an' went down cellar head-fust. 'Twas a hard hit, too, but they didn't make no great account of it till a day or two ago brain fever sot in, an' the doctors say now she can't live more'n a few hours. It's a dreadful blow to the parents. She was a likely gal, an' they sot everythin' by her—hain't spared no expense in her schoolin'. An' that hain't all of it. I s'pose you've heard about Robert." "Robert? Why, no!" said Susan, astonished beyond measure. "What about Robert?" "I want to know ef you hain't heard about him," said the driver, and his face lit up at the thought that he was to be the first to communicate a piece of startling information. "Come to think, of course you hain't, for they didn't get the news themselves till yesterday forenoon. Well, the long an' short of it is, poor Bob is blind for the rest of his life." "Yes; that's jest the word. You know he's bin out in the mines. Somehow, the old gent an' him didn't seem to team together very well, an' he pulled up stakes an' went West. Was doin' frustrate, too, so everybody said, makin' money hand over hand; but they was a-blastin' an' there was a premature explosion, an' both o' his eyes was gone in a twinklin'. They sent a man this morning to go out an' fetch him home. Poor Bob! Singular how it should all come in a heap." "Alice dying and Robert blind," thought Susan, as they drove up to Mr. Endicott's door. In a moment she was inside. We need not follow her into that home. Many of those who read this simple story know, doubtless, what it is to sit at the bedside of the dying child in the helplessness of despair—the child of our care and affection lying there with white face and wasted form—all done that human skill can do, everything at hand that money can bring, but in vain. Oh, the unutterable sadness of that hour when the hand that we clasp in our own fails to respond any longer to our loving pressure, and the eyes that have so often717 beamed with the love-light of home close upon us forever! It is the old story—the story of breaking and broken hearts, of the curse that came in with the sin of our first parents, and that shall remain to afflict their posterity until the last enemy is destroyed, and all things have been made new. The day after the funeral Robert came, or, rather, we may say, was brought. He had stopped in Chicago long enough to have his eyes carefully examined, and the doctors had said, "There is no hope." Henceforth darkness was to be his portion. He must be led by the hand, and fed and cared for like a little child. Susan looked from the front door when the mother and son met at the gate. She heard a cry of agony and a deep groan, and that was all that she could stand. With her fingers in her ears she flew to her room, and kneeling down alone she cried, "Oh, my God and Father, forgive me! Forgive me, a poor, rebellious worm, and cast me not off in thy hot displeasure!" When she came downstairs she found Robert sitting alone. The tears were running down his cheeks. He did not know that she was near. She ran hastily to him, and, throwing her arms about his neck, called him by name. "Oh, auntie!" he said, sobbing like a child, "it is hard, it is hard to bear!" Susan did not dare to say anything lest she should prove to be only a miserable comforter. She stood beside him, stroking his hair and mingling her tears with his. Her thoughts wandered back to that morning in the kitchen, and as she remembered how, sitting in that home upon which no such shadow had ever fallen, she had murmured, and had dared even to question the justice of the great Judge of all, she trembled and prayed that God would in mercy permit her to enter again that happy home, that she might show her gratitude to him. And Susan's prayer was answered. As soon as she could be well spared she wrote Ezekiel to meet her at the station, which he was only too glad to do; he was greatly taken aback when, in the presence of the numerous spectators, his ordinarily undemonstrative wife gave him a resounding kiss. Susan had all that she could do to refrain from kissing horse, harness, and wagon. When Thanksgiving came, as of course it did, and at the morning service Pastor Griffin read from 1 Corinthians the words of Paul, "Neither murmur ye, as some of them also murmured, and were destroyed of the destroyer," Susan trembled again. As they were riding home together after the service, Ezekiel turned to his wife, and said: "Didn't you overdo it a little on the Doxology this mornin'? I may be mistaken, but it seems to me there was a lot of folks lookin' straight at our pew as if they wanted to know where all that noise come from." "I don't know but I did sing uncommon loud," said Mrs. Hodgkins, "and I guess it must have been because them lines of the poet was runnin' through my head:—
'Streams of mercy never ceasin'
Call for songs of loudest praise.'
I was thinkin' how amazin' kind the Lord has been to me, how much better'n I deserve. I wouldn't dare to tell you all, 'Zekiel, but I've had a narrow escape. I've been dreadful rebellious, and all about nothin'. But I guess I've learnt now for good and all that there's some things a good deal worse than to have your strawberries spiled, or your cow choke, even allowin' she's the best cow in town, or to have some thief run off with your money." The Home Circle.
By E. Norman Gunnison
For all our joys and all our woes,
Our harvest-ground and fallow,
We offer praise to Him who knows
Each depth and every shallow.
His loving hand has crowned our years
With food for all the living,
And for our smiles and for our tears
This, this is our Thanksgiving. Not ours alone for mercies past
To praise his kindly keeping;
His hand shall ripen at the last
What we have sown with weeping.
And though at times each human heart
Has scanned His ways to doubt Him,
The clouds which cover Him shall part
And night grow bright about Him. Our earthly discipline is sent—
Each care and each denial—
That as the reeds of life are bent,
And break beneath the trial,
Our hearts may rest on Him alone,
And, drawing ever near Him,
May seek and find Him all their own,
And trust Him while they fear Him. We thank the dear Lord for his gifts,
And for each chastening measure;
Whatever comes his hand uplifts
The sunshine's golden treasure.
For bursting barns, and bins well stored,
The harvest of his giving,
The mellow autumn's ripened hoard—
This, this is our Thanksgiving. We gather round the table, spread
With every bounteous token;
"Give us this day our daily bread"
Is answered ere 'tis spoken.
He gives to us before we call;
His loving care is o'er us;
And scarcely can we ask at all
Ere it is placed before us. We thank the dear Lord for the past,
For joys and for afflictions,
For trials which have changed at last
To his own benedictions.
And more than all, around each hearth
His love alone could give us,
We thank him for the loved of earth
To-day that gather with us. Fill up the grate and heap the board;
He gives, with stintless measure,
The yellow sunshine's golden hoard,
The autumn's priceless treasure.
His joy shall crown us with its hand,
For gifts to all the living,
For peace and plenty in the land—
This, this is our Thanksgiving. Health and Temperance.
By Editor
A NOTICE in the New York Sun called our attention to a new saloon just opened in this city by a local politician of some note, and—"The floor," said the Sun, "is inlaid with silver dollars, which are cemented in the marble floor in holes bored in alternate slabs—heads and tails up alternately. . . . The place is named 'The Silver Dollar,' and the sign bears a huge counterfeit of the obverse and reverse of that much-coined coin. The assemblyman has chosen a location near the police court, with a keen eye to the place where the biggest crowd is always to be seen in Essex Street. There are to be seen . . . in all about $700." A member of the staff of the Christian Union visited the gorgeous saloon, and found that the Sun's description was nowise overdrawn. The room is finished in stained cherry. Handsome mirrors are on every side. The glasses of the chandelier and the wine glasses ranged behind the bar are many-colored, and lend a gaudy brilliancy to the scene. Everything about the place was cleaned and polished to the very pink of neatness—that is to say, every inanimate thing. The patrons were quite in keeping with the character of the district in which "The Silver Dollar" is located. The number of customers clearly showed that its proprietor, Assemblyman Smith, had not miscalculated the degree of splendor for which his constituents were willing to pay. Two bar-tenders were kept busy passing out the drinks, while the statesman was entertaining a group of his guests by telling them how beautifully the place lighted up at night. He was a heavy man, about five feet ten in height, with a thick neck and a dark, coarse, sensual face of the Jewish type. Though in his shirt-sleeves, he was well dressed. There was nothing of the cheerful, hail-fellow-well-met about him; in fact, he had apparently no single element of personal attractiveness. The fact that he could be the political leader in a working-man's ward was a significant and uncomfortable fact to contemplate. One of the bar-tenders, in the course of a talk with our representative, told him that in the evening the place was in its glory. Then it was always crowded, and sometimes the crowd amounted to a jam. The lavish outlay of money had proved an immense investment. Since moving into the new quarters, where the patrons saw the shining faces of their silver dollars gleaming at them from every point, the "business had doubled." In speaking of the political influence of his employer, the bar-tender said that his repeated election to the Legislature was not due to the fact that the district was naturally Republican, but to the fact that Smith knew "every man, woman, and child in the ward." The neighborhood in which this saloon is located formed an interesting study. It is one of the poorest of the poor. The windows and the little iron porches of the tall tenements were disfigured with dirty clothes and bedding hung out for airing and drying. Most of the families have but two rooms apiece, and one of these is a work-room as well as parlor and sleeping-room. With the exception of a few miserable groceries in the basements, most of the store-rooms were occupied by saloons. There were four of these on the same block with "The Silver Dollar." In front of the one shoe store on the block the shoes exposed for sale were marked 75 cents and $1.25 a pair. It would seem as if the stores where the necessities of life were sold were supported by the copper cents earned by the women and children, while the silver dollars earned by the men were all taken to inlay the marble floors of the saloons. Yet the proprietor who flaunts into the very faces of the poor the fact that his wealth means the wasting of their wages is for the fourth time elected to represent their interests in the Legislature!—Christian Union. TOBACCO BLINDNESS IN A WOMAN.
By John Harvey Kellogg
A PROMINENT oculist recently reported a case of tobacco blindness in a woman of apparently cultivated and refined habits. Not suspecting the real cause, the doctor made a very thorough investigation of the cause, and was much puzzled to determine its real nature. “She laughed heartily, and then confessed that she did smoke a good deal. Naturally, I desired to know how one with her education and refinement had acquired a habit so unusual for ladies. Her history was soon told: ‘I married when quite young, and went to live with my husband in North Carolina, where he had a very large farming interest. He owned so extensive a tract of land that neighbors were far away, and I saw but little of them. I have had no children, and during many long winters my husband and myself have been the sole occupants of our country house. My husband had always been devoted to his pipe, which he takes up as soon as he gets into the house after overseeing his farm work. Often during our early months of married life, he would call upon me to fill it for him, and at times would even dare me to light it. By degrees I found myself able to take several whiffs of tobacco smoke without discomfort. At his request, I learned to smoke, as he said, for companionship; and for many years I have taken my pipe with regularity.’” We believe in woman’s rights, and believe that a woman has just as good a right to be afflicted by tobacco blindness as a man has; and why should not women “smoke for companionship”? It always seemed to us very selfish for a man to sit down in the midst of his family, and enjoy his pipe all to himself. Why not let his wife smoke with him, and allow all the children to smoke small pipes or cigarettes, also? If tobacco is necessary for the father, it is just as important for the mother; and certainly the children ought not to be denied a “harmless luxury”—J. H. Kellogg, M. D., in Good Health. FOR WIVES AND HUSBANDS.
By T. B. Terry
Not long since I was walking in the city with a celebrated physician. As we passed a house surrounded with every evidence of wealth and refinement, he spoke: “I have a patient in there, an idolized wife, who is dying, and beyond all help, and none of them know what is the matter with her, and still her husband has killed her.” “Why, doctor,” said I, “what do you mean?” “I mean just this,” he said, “her husband is just literally steeped in tobacco until the insensible perspiration from his body has become a deadly poison, and his wife has absorbed enough of this, and had before I was called in, so that she will die.” At an establishment where they treat patients for the cure of the tobacco habit, a man just brought in was washed as clean as soap and water could make him, and then some flies were allowed to alight on him. In five minutes by the watch they were dead. There was poison enough in the perspiration that came out of a man washed as clean as possible to kill them. You can imagine what it would be when he wasn’t washed, perhaps, to be continually absorbing this poison.—T. B. Terry. —Commissioner Sparks, of the General Land Office, has resigned. —Little Rock, Ark., had a $350,000 fire on the morning of the 19th inst. —On the 16th inst. fourteen men lost their lives by a colliery explosion at Creisenan, Germany. —A railroad collision at Averill, Minn., a few days since, resulted in the death of five men. —One or two small bands of Apache Indians are again committing depredations in the Sabinal Mountains. —Judge Alfred Cowles died at San Diego, Cal., a few days since, at the age of 100 years, 3 months, and 14 days. —One day last week Tompkinsville, the county seat of Monroe County, Ky., was almost entirely destroyed by fire. —Orders have been issued by the War Department for the abandonment of Fort Canby at the mouth of the Columbia River. —The British members of the Fisheries’ Commission have arrived in Washington, and were presented to the President on the 19th inst. —A man with dynamite bombs in his possession was arrested at Greenock, Scotland, one day last week. He claimed to be a miner. —The empress of Germany is suffering from paralysis of the lower jaw, and has been much affected by the condition of the Crown Prince. —It is now claimed that the Atlanta, one of the recently-constructed cruisers, is practically worthless, being poorly arranged and unseaworthy. —Fourteen men were seriously, and, it is feared, some of them fatally, burned by the explosion of gasoline in Philadelphia one day last week. —It is announced that Rev. Dr. Francis L. Patten, professor of geology at Princeton College, will succeed Dr. McCosh as president of that institution. —An amendment to the constitution of Rhode Island, abolishing the suffrage property qualification in that State, is to be submitted to the people next April. —One day last week a steamer was burned on the Canton River, China, and about 400 lives were lost. —A man died in New York on the 15th inst., from hydrophobia. He was bitten October 8 by a Newfoundland dog. The dog bit several other people and was finally shot. —At Kansas City, Mo., on the 17th inst., two dynamite bombs were found under the steps of the city hall. When tested by the police, they both exploded with great force. —A few days since, two Mormon missionaries were tarred and feathered by a mob near Calera, Alabama. They were ordered to leave the country, and threatened with death if they returned. —Smoking within the bounds of the College Department of the University of Pennsylvania has been forbidden, and for the third offense a student so indicted will be reported to the provost. —It is stated that the recent election in New York City cost the city and the candidates and their friends not less than $1,000,000. There were 333 candidates in the field for seventy-six offices. —The second trial of John Arensdorf for the murder of Rev. Geo. C. Haddock is now in progress at Sioux City, Iowa. It is to be hoped that there will be no failure of justice in this important case. —Five colored laborers were killed near Nashville, Tenn., one day last week by being buried under a mass of rocks and earth, loosened by an explosion of charges of dynamite in a side-cut on the road-bed. —A special train of twenty cars loaded with raisins left Fresno, Cal., on the 16th inst., consigned to Rossiter & Co., New York. This is the first full train load of raisins ever shipped from the Pacific Coast. —The important announcement has been made in Germany that, owing to the illness of the Crown Prince, Prince William will, by command of the emperor, represent his father in all future state ceremonials. —San Diego, Cal., which has always suffered from a poor and insufficient water supply, is rejoicing because of the discovery there of an abundant supply of pure, soft, artesian water. One well has just been bored which flows 40,000 gallons per day. —The most disastrous fire that ever visited Memphis, Tenn., occurred on the night of the 17th inst., and resulted in the complete destruction of 13,200 bales of cotton. Forty freight cars were also destroyed, besides considerable other property. —It is feared that Editor O’Brien, the Irish agitator who made such a lively sensation in Canada some months ago, by speaking against Lord Lansdowne, and who was imprisoned some weeks since under the Crimes Act, will not survive his term of imprisonment. —General Ferron, the French Minister of War, has decided that the existing forts in the Alps Maritims are insufficient, and he proposes that several million francs be expended in strengthening the fortifications. Thus it appears that France distrusts Italy as well as Germany. —Herr Most, the blatant Anarchist and professional blatherskite, was arrested in New York City on the 17th inst. charged with making an incendiary speech a few days previous. The best interests of society would certainly be subserved by keeping Most behind prison bars. —Some portions of the South are suffering severely from forest fires. Thus far the principal damage has been done in Tennessee, Louisiana, and Arkansas. In some places along the Mississippi River the heat and smoke from the burning cane-brakes greatly interfere with navigation. —The house of an officer of the law in Orangeville, Ont., was wrecked by dynamite on the 15th inst. A note was tacked to the fence warning the inspector to desist from efforts to enforce the prohibition law. Intense excitement prevails. This is the sixth dynamite explosion in Orangeville in two years. —France is passing through a political crisis. The recently-formed Rouvier ministry has resigned, and in Paris there is a strong feeling that President Grevy ought to do likewise. Such a result is however very unlikely. It is thought by many that the Parisians are growing tired of the republic, and desire a re-establishment of the monarchy. —Sunday, November 13, the police of London, assisted by several regiments of troops, suppressed what at one time threatened to be a very serious riot in Trafalgar Square. Nearly 100 persons in the mob were injured, some of them fatally. The weapons used by the mob were sticks, stones, and syringes charged with oil of vitriol. About 20 policemen are in the hospitals, and 120 of the mob are under arrest. —It is stated that the United States wheat and flour exports for the first quarter of the cereal year ending September 30, aggregate 46,500,000 bushels, or at the rate of 186,000,000 bushels yearly—a total which was reached only in 1880-81, and which is at least 40 per cent. greater than the probable surplus or the probable demand this season. —The Austrian archdukes are sending the Pope a joint present on the occasion of his jubilee, consisting of an ancient casket filled with relics of saints. It is doubtful if the Pope, who is a man of intelligence, will appreciate such a gift very highly, as he undoubtedly knows that such so-called “relics” are worthless frauds. “Relics of saints” are of value only to such people as are to be benefited by bread pills and sweetened water. —A box-shaped bomb charged with black powder, dynamite, sulphur, saltpeter, small pieces of glass, and poisonous stuff which would cause blood poisoning, was found one day last week on top of a fire hydrant in Sacramento, Cal. The bomb was small and did not contain enough dynamite to demolish a building, but sufficient to do great damage if thrown into a crowd. The police can give no idea of where the bomb came from nor for what purpose it was intended. —It is asserted that the Pope entirely disapproves of the lawlessness and political fanaticism of the people in Ireland. “Lawlessness” and “fanaticism” should always be discountenanced, not only in Ireland but in every other country as well; the trouble with the Pope, however, is that while he is undoubtedly in sympathy with the people of Ireland, he is afraid to say so for fear of offending the English Government, with which he is very anxious to establish diplomatic relations. —The Palestine Society of German Catholics has bought a tract of 150 acres, on the northern shore of Lake Gennesaret. They are also building a church at Cana of Galilee, in honor of St. Bartholomew, a native of Cana. —The Rev. R. Heber Newton, of New York, is said to be a regular attendant at the seances of a prominent New York medium, and to be already quite a firm believer in Spiritualism. Why should he not be? —Says the St. Louis Christian Advocate: "The church has entered the lists, and almost rivals the opera and theater as a place of entertainment. The sermon, the music, every department, is arranged for the purpose of pleasing." Read 2 Tim. 4:1-4. —"The gospel," says Dr. Arthur Pierson, "is a two-edged sword, having the law on one side and grace on the other, but they meet in a point. As the sword loses its value, to a degree, if either edge be dulled, so the gospel is shorn of its power if only a part of the message is given." —No fewer than one hundred and ten candidates have applied for the living of the Established Church, Kennoway, England, which has recently been made vacant by the death of the pastor. It is evident that there are some men in the ministry who don’t believe that the field is the world. —One of the speakers at the recent Baptist Union meeting, in London, affirmed that for each missionary sent to Africa, 70,000 barrels of rum are landed there. Some believer in a temporal millennium may take the task of solving the problem of how long it will take to convert Africa at that rate. —After telling what has been accomplished by missionaries in India, a leading religious journal remarks: "Notwithstanding all that has been done, the heathen population is larger to-day than when Gordon Hall landed in Bombay, and it has a population that in its higher classes is breaking with old traditions, giving up its old faith, and in imminent danger of drifting away from all religion." MONTGOMERY.—Died in Alameda, Cal., November 10, 1887, of measles, Bertie, infant son of Paul and Bertha Montgomery, aged 18 months. Funeral from the parents’ home, November 13. Words of comfort spoken by the writer. ANDREW BRORSEN. BOWLSBY.—Died of acute pneumonia at St. Helena, Cal., November 11, 1887, John K. Bowlsby, aged 63 years. Brother Bowlsby had been a believer in the Third Angel’s Message for about twenty-three years, and those who knew him best say his life was that of a humble Christian. He sleeps in peace, and we laid him away until the Life-giver shall come. Remarks at the grave from 1 Thess. 4:13, 14, by the writer. J. A. BURDEN. MATTESON.—Died in Alameda, Cal., November 12, 1887, of consumption, Frederika, wife of John Matteson, natives of Sweden, aged 31 years, 6 months, and 12 days. She accepted the present truth a short time ago. Her attention was first called to it by Brother G. Anderson. She suffered intensely toward the last, but her hope in God was firm and she died in the triumphs of the Christian’s faith. She leaves a husband and two children. Funeral service took place November 14, at their home. Words of comfort were spoken by the writer to mourner and a large number of sympathizing friends. Text, Rev. 14:13. ANDREW BRORSEN. Appointments.
By George C. Tenney
STATE MEETING IN MINNESOTA.
This meeting, anticipated for some time, is now appointed to convene at Minneapolis Dec. 7-12. It is a semi-annual meeting, and many important matters and measures will be considered. The recommendations of the General Conference, and the instruction there given, will be brought before the people of this Conference, and we hope that the good Spirit of God will be with us. Elder O. A. Olsen will be present, and we hope for Elder Farnsworth or other efficient help. The plan for entertainment is to provide sleeping apartments, uncooked food, and cooking facilities. Those coming should bring bedding and cooked food, when practicable to do so. All will be made welcome and cared for. Those coming should send their names in advance to the writer, box 1058, Minneapolis. We shall look for a large attendance. Take the Fourth Avenue street-cars (flag car) on Washington Avenue, and go to Lake Street, where the church is located. G. C. TENNEY. WHO CHANGED THE SABBATH?
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A tract of 24 pages, which fully answers this question, and shows how Sunday displaced the Bible Sabbath. Extracts given from Catholic writers. Price, 3 cents.
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