THE following item from the Christian Union gives some striking medical authorities against the use of tobacco, especially by boys, and young men: "While the use of tobacco undoubtedly injures men, it is more injurious to those who have not yet attained their growth. It cuts off from the height of stature and also from the length of life. The British Medical Journal says that a certain doctor, noticing that a large number of boys under fifteen years of age were tobacco users, was led to inquire into the effect the habit had upon their general health. He took for his purpose thirty-eight boys, aged from nine to fifteen, and carefully examined them. In twenty-seven of them he observed injurious traces of the habit. In twenty-two there were various disorders of circulation, digestion, palpitation of the heart, and a more or less marked taste for strong drink. In twelve there was frequent bleeding at the nose; ten had disturbed sleep; twelve had slight ulceration of the mucous membrane of the mouth, which disappeared on ceasing from the use of tobacco for some days. The doctor treated them all for weakness, but with little effect until the smoking was discontinued, when health and strength were soon restored. Scientific investigation shows also that the use of tobacco by boys is decidedly injurious to the brain and mind. In 1862 the Emperor Napoleon, learning that paralysis had increased with the increase of the tobacco revenue, ordered an examination of the schools and colleges, and, finding that the average standing in both scholarship and character was higher among the abstainers, issued an edict forbidding its use in all the national institutions."
Pure Tobacco Harms Health
Once in a while a dealer in harmful things is frank enough to tell the plain truth about the stuff he sells. There is a Philadelphia tobacconist, for example—Votterlein of Chestnut Street—who distributes cheap fans on which he advertises his wares after this sort: "The consumer in buying our segars can rely upon getting the pure tobacco free from all ingredients, which injures the health and breaks down the constitution." Possibly if he had been more careful of his grammar and punctuation he would have said something else, but it is better as it stands. In tobacco as in liquors it is the pure article that works the mischief. There is never any adulteration that makes the thing worse than the original simple. It is the pure liquor or the pure tobacco "which injures the health and breaks down the constitution." —S. S. Times.
A Strange Death from Beer-Drinking
A STRANGE death caused by beer-drinking is reported from Canton, Ohio. A telegram received at Cincinnati on March 28 says: "Last night James Little, a strong, healthy young man, died at a boarding-house near the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne and Chicago depot, from the effects of drinking beer. While holding a glass of beer to his lips he was suddenly attacked by a violent fit of gasping for breath, his head hanging down on his breast. The inmates of the room took him outside into the fresh air, but in a few moments he was a corpse. A post-mortem was held, and the coroner reported all the organs in an unimpaired condition. The mode of death was decidedly unusual. The cold beer which he drank partly paralyzed the stomach, and before the beer became of a proper temperature to be absorbed into the system it began to ferment, causing a formation of carbonic acid gas. The gas gradually overpowered the heart, lungs, and brain, and paralyzed the entire nervous system, producing death.—Christian Herald."
A Friend Who Would Not Wait
By Christian Herald
A FRIEND WHO WOULD NOT WAIT.—A dissipated young man was converted at one of Mr. Moody's meetings and subsequently joined Dr. Tyng's church in New York. Some time afterward he met in the city one of his former associates, who was overjoyed to see him, and asked him to celebrate their meeting with a drink in one of the neighboring bar-rooms. But the young Christian refused, saying:—
“I have a friend with me.”
“I don't see any one with you.”
“You can't see Him, but He is here.”
“Bring him in with you.”
“No; He never goes into bar-rooms.”
“Then let him wait outside.”
“No, no,” was the final answer. “My friend is Jesus Christ, and if I go in with you He'll not wait.”
How many temptations would a Christian be saved from if he only considered whether Jesus would go into certain places which are sometimes considered innocent and harmless!—Christian Herald.
Deaths from Intemperance
Dr. Norman Kerr has made a remarkable statement before the Harveian Society of London in relation to deaths from intemperance. Having wholly doubted the assertion that 60,000 drunkards die annually in Great Britain, he began investigations in order to demonstrate the contrary.
"I had not long," he confessed, "pursued this line of inquiry before it was made clear to me that there was little if any exaggeration in these temperance statistics, and, when asked to present the final results of my investigation to the last Social Science Congress, I was compelled to admit that at least 120,000 of our population annually lost their lives through alcoholic excess, 40,500 dying from their own intemperance, and 79,500 from accident, violence, poverty, or disease arising from the intemperance of others."
You Didn’t Believe You Could Do It
Admiral Dupont was once explaining to Admiral Farragut the reasons why he failed to enter Charleston harbor with his fleet of iron-clads. Farragut remained silent till he was through, and then said, "Ah, Dupont! there was one reason more." "What is that?" "You didn't believe you could do it."
The Defective Chimney Will Smoke
The defective chimney will smoke. Many persons think that there is something defective about the man who smokes.
All to the Glory of God
“WHETHER therefore ye eat, or drink, or whatsoever ye do, do all to the glory of God.”
A DRINK OF WATER.
By Olive Thorne Miller
"Papa, I want a drink of water, now," said Maud. "I can't wait half an hour."
For answer, papa closed his book, and said quietly:—
"Maudie, let us play 'supposing' a little while."
This was a favorite game, and Maud hesitated only a moment, while the scowling wrinkles went out of her forehead, when she said heartily, "O yes! let's."
"Well; supposing," began papa, as soon as Maud was comfortably seated on his knee, "supposing we lived in Egypt, where palm-trees grow and it seldom rains; and I wore a turban, and a robe hanging down to my feet, and smoked a pipe with a long tube; and supposing that mamma sat on a cushion on the floor, and never went out of the house till she was wrapped up in a thick vail so that you couldn't see anything of her but her eyes; and supposing you never went to school or learned to read, but ran around the house bare-footed, and had half a dozen black slaves to fan you and wait on you;—then what would you do if you wanted a drink of water?"
"Order a slave to get it, I suppose," said Maud.
"But supposing it wasn't time for the water-carrier to come—for you could only get it from a carrier, and after you had waited a long time, and he did come, he carried only a bag, made by taking the skin off of a goat, and sewing up the legs."
"Faugh!" said Maud, "water out of a bag would be horrid!"
"Well, then, you'd have to wait till another carrier came, who carried an earthen jar, with the water perfumed with orange flowers, and perhaps a sprig of orange sticking out of the mouth."
"But I should think that would be most as bad as the other," said Maud.
"It would not be very cold, certainly, and if you couldn't drink it you would have to do without," said papa. "There are very few countries where one can get fresh, sweet water by turning a screw."
"But supposing," said Maud, "that we didn't live in dry old Egypt, but in—in"—
"In the island of Bermuda, for instance," said papa, when she hesitated, "where you said the other day you wanted to go; where the magnolias nearly cover the houses; where there is not a stream nor a well on the island, and every drop of water they have to drink or use is caught on the roofs of the houses. You'd have to take your drink out of a cistern."
"Cistern water is dreadful," said Maud. "I don't see how they can drink it! It must be awful dirty, too."
"The roofs are covered with white plaster on purpose to be sweet and clean, but I dare say it is not so nice as we like it. But if we lived in Constantinople"—went on papa—"the beautiful city that travelers tell so much about, you'd have to buy your drink of water. And since you are so notional about it, I think none would suit you, except that brought from a particular spring sixty or seventy miles away, which is brought in a steamer, and sold in a shop like other foreign luxuries."
"How funny to buy a drink of water!" said Maud.
"Many people have to buy water," said papa. "In the Himalayas the carriers bring the precious stuff in joints of bamboo—great things nearly a foot through, and as tall as the man himself. He binds two of these water buckets together and carries them on his back; and in Venice—the wonderful city in the sea, where the streets are canals, and they step from the house door into a boat—in Venice, water is brought every day fresh in a vessel, and served out from a tank, and no one can get a drop except at certain hours of the day."
"How queer!" said Maud. "I thought there was plenty of water everywhere."
"O no," said papa, "I haven't told you the worst. Supposing you were traveling in dry, parched-up Africa; then indeed you might have trouble to get a drink of water. But even there Nature has hidden away plenty of water, by the cupful; the only thing is to know how to find it."
"What do you mean, papa?" asked Maud, for she began to think papa was joking.
"I mean what I say. Suppose you were traveling in that hot country, and the water was all gone, your guide would begin to look carefully about him, and when he saw a certain small stem, about big as a slate pencil, he would throw down everything and begin to dig. Perhaps you would laugh at him, but in a moment he would bring up a cup of delicious cool water, and you would drink and be thankful."
"Now, papa, I most know you're making fun of me."
"Indeed, I am not. The cup is the root of the plant; it is as big as a baby's head, and full of water, and being underground is always cool and nice. Perhaps instead of this plant, we would find a small common-looking vine. He would first strike the ground around it, till it gave a peculiar sound, and then he would dig a foot or two down, in a circle around the plant, and bring out several cups of water. Or, if you were among the Caffres of Africa you would get your water from a watermelon; not only you and all the people, but the animals too."
"I should like that best," said Maud.
"If all these ways failed," papa continued, "your guide would look about for a vegetable ivory tree, and if the nuts were green, every one would be full of water, and you would pick your cup of water from a tree. If, however, they were half ripe, the fluid would be thicker, and if fully ripe you would find it solid and white."
"But suppose he couldn't find any of these plants, what then?" asked Maud.
"Well," said papa, reflecting, "he would look out for a great baobab tree, which grows sometimes to be thirty feet through the trunk. They often become hollow, by age and decay, and in the rainy season they are filled up with water. The shade of the tree above keeps the water fresh and nice for a long time, so you might drink the cistern water in Africa, and probably you would pay for it, too."
"But how could we get it out?"
"At some of these trees it is drawn out in leather buckets, and in some a hole is bored through from the outside, so that it will spout out when wanted."
"Ugh! I shouldn't like that!" said Maud.
"You might think it delicious—if you were thirsty enough," said papa. "But let us leave Africa; suppose we were in Madagascar. There we should look about for another tree, the travelers' tree, which has a cup of water at the bottom of every leaf."
"That's very queer," said Maud.
"Queer, perhaps, but true," said papa. "The tree looks like a huge green fan stuck up in the ground. There are no branches, and the great leaves, ten or fifteen feet long, stand out around the trunk like the sticks of a palm-leaf fan. Where each leaf joins the body of the tree is a sort of cup which catches the water when it rains, and holds it a long time. We should only have to pierce a hole through one of the leaf-stalks, and the water would spout out. But if one could not find any travelers' tree, one might look for a vine called the water withe. It looks something like a grape-vine, and has a stem as big as my wrist, which hangs in festoons from one tree to another. There a delicious drink, one needs only to cut out a piece of the stem; if it is a yard long it will yield two full goblets of water."
"The prettiest water-cups in the world," went on papa, "grow in Borneo; the island I read you about, where the houses are set up on stilts, and the bridges and walks made of slippery bamboo stems."
"O yes! I remember," said Maud, "and where the baby Mias lived."
"Yes; the water-cups there are in the shape of elegant pitchers and vases, and they grow on the ends of the leaves of graceful vines. They are of all shapes and sizes, from some that hold only a pint, to others that require two quarts to fill them. Some festoon themselves over trees, and hang their beautiful cups from all sides; while others lie on the ground, and hold up their gay little pitchers in a circle around the stem."
"How odd they must look, papa!" broke in Maud; "are they green, like the leaves?"
"O no! they are of the gayest colors, like flowers. Some are pea-green and purple, some are green and red, and others are flesh-colored. One kind is bright crimson, and another is deep purple. The smallest is about three inches high."
"O how cunning!" exclaimed Maud.
"And the largest more than twenty inches," added papa, "and nearly every one has a pretty cover which closes, it is said, when the pitcher is full."
"Do they hold good water?" asked Maud, "I should think it would be warm."
"It is warm, and insects get into it, but travelers say that the taste is not unpleasant. But now supposing that we take a big ship and sail away from this island; we will turn our prow to the rising sun, and keep close to the equator all the time. Let me see—where do you suppose we'll come out?"
Maud jumped down and ran to the big atlas, which she opened at the map of the world. Looking at the map was always part of the "supposing" game.
"Here's Borneo," she cried, putting her plump forefinger on it, and nearly covering up the unfortunate island altogether. "I found it yesterday, you know. But we can't sail east, papa, we'll run against another island."
"Supposing we sail around that, and go dodging among all these islands?"
"What a lot of them!" said Maud. "I shouldn't think we could help hitting some of them in our big ship."
"They're not so near together on the ocean as they are on the map," said papa, smiling. "But go on. Where do we strike land that it isn't so easy to sail around?"
"South America!" shouted Maud eagerly, "almost exactly at Quito."
"Well; supposing we leave our ship and go back into the country, where it is so rocky that hardly a green thing is seen, and not a stream or a spring to be found; what would you do there for a drink of water?"
"I 'spose I'd go without," said Maud, "I don't believe any water-cups grow there."
"They do, though; in the shape of the only plant which can flourish in such a place—the cactus."
"Like those in the greenhouse?" asked Maud, with interest, "ugly prickly things!"
"The same family, but of different kinds," said papa. "Many of them are full of water. One especially—the Melo Cactus—is round in shape, and as big through as a dining plate. It is covered with sharp thorns, and an ugly thing to handle, but it is a treasure in that country; it is more than a cup, it is a big bowl of water. The natives prize it very highly, and even the animals are said to break it open carefully with their hoofs, and drink the contents. But perhaps by this time you're tired of water, and would prefer a glass of milk."
"O yes! I should!" answered Maud.
"Well, then, we would have to hunt up a cow-tree."
"A what?" cried Maud.
"A cow-tree, which gives milk," went on papa, while Maud's eyes grew bigger and bigger.
"You only need to stick a knife into the trunk, to get a stream of beautiful white milk, almost exactly like that which you drink every day, only with a pleasant odor."
"I should be afraid to drink it," said Maud.
"You need have no fear," said papa. "The natives drink it all the time, and it is entirely harmless. There are several water plants in that country. One is a vine something like the water withe, only it is like a running brook inside the stem, and you have to hurry your drink, or it would all run out on the ground. Another supply of water is to be found in the roots of a certain forest tree which grows there. In fact, Maudie, there's hardly a place in the world where that precious fluid is not to be found by those who know how to look for it, though you'll never be able to go and see for yourself, till you learn to wait half an hour for your drink of water."—371Olive Thorne Miller, in Examiner and Chronicle.
The Home Circle.
By Adelaide A. Proctor
JUDGE NOT.
"JUDGE not; the workings of his brain
And of his heart thou canst not see;
What looks to thy dim eyes a stain,
In God's pure light may only be
A scar, brought from some well-won field
Where thou wouldst only faint and yield.
"The look, the air that frets thy sight
May be a token, that below
The soul has closed in deadly fight
With some infernal fiery foe,
Whose glance would scorch thy smiling grace,
And cast thee shuddering on thy face!
"The fall thou darest to despise—
May be the angel's slackened hand
Has suffered it, that he may rise
And take a firmer, surer stand;
Or, trusting less to earthly things,
May henceforth learn to use his wings.
"And judge none lost; but wait and see,
With hopeful pity not disdain;
The depth of that abyss may be
The measure of the height of pain
And love and glory that may raise
The soul to God in after days!"
—Adelaide A. Proctor.
ITEMS OF NEWS.
By Editor
—A SHOCK of earthquake was felt in Bangor, Maine, August 1.
—Matthew Vassar, founder of Vassar College, died August 10.
—Sparks from a locomotive started a fire which destroyed the whole village of Trafalgar, O., Aug. 10.
—A dispatch from Geneva says: A large village in the Canton of Grisons, Switzerland, has been destroyed by fire.
—The law taxing saloons $500 to $1,000 has been declared constitutional by the Supreme Court of Nebraska.
—A fire at Puera Plata, San Domingo, destroyed the fortress, twenty-five men being killed by the explosion of the magazine.
—The steamer Cortez, with a cargo of flour and beef from New York to St. Johns, N. F., was totally wrecked in the harbor of Halifax, N. S., August 8.
—August 13, a train on the Grand Trunk railroad ran off the track near Prescott, Ont., killing four train officials, and severely injuring many passengers.
—As the steamer Hardy was approaching Portsmouth, O., recently, fourteen shots were fired into her from a wagon on the shore. One shot entered the cabin, and one the engineer's room.
—A Nihilist of noble birth has been arrested at Belgrade, with documents on him which prove that the Nihilists and Socialists have designs on the lives of the Czar and the Emperor William.
—A meeting was held in Boston, August 12, for the purpose of sympathizing with Hartmann, the nihilist. A committee was appointed to invite Hartmann to address a public meeting in Fanueil Hall.
—Liverpool is again alarmed over some rifles that were deposited in the cotton bales on Nelson Dock. The Fenians and Land Leaguers intend to keep the English frightened if they can do no more.
—De Lesseps' Panama canal is liable to come to naught. But little has been done, and the men he has there are dying off very rapidly from fevers. Five deaths a day has been the average for some time.
—England pays annually for missions, $6,000,000, and for liquor, $750,000,000. The United States pays $3,000,000 for missions, and $600,000,000 for liquor. "Where the treasure is, there will the heart be also."
—The Atlantic flouring mills in St. Louis were struck by lightning Aug. 12, and completely demolished. An explosion almost instantly followed the stroke, and fire completed the ruin. Several men were severely injured.
—A most destructive flood recently occurred at Central City, Colo. The storm lasted less than half an hour, but a torrent swept through the streets, carrying everything before it. Several lives were lost, and much property damaged.
—It is reported that the Pope threatens to leave Rome and go to Malta unless greater respect is shown to his household in the Italian capital. The Italian government would probably interpose no objections. Some have advised the Pope to come to America.
—August 13, a boy eleven years old attempted to jump on a moving truck in San Francisco. He slipped and the hind wheel passed over his breast, producing injuries from which he died in a very short time. Another warning to small boys, that will be unheeded.
—Complaints are made that much valuable timber is being stolen from government land in Arizona and New Mexico. It is said that one firm has undertaken to furnish 3,000,000 ties for the use of the Mexican Central railroad, which are being cut on government land.
—Edison's representatives at Paris have obtained from the Courts an injunction restraining Hiram Maxim of the United States Electric Lighting Company from exhibiting his light in France, on the ground that the light used by Maxim is substantially the same as Edison's and is covered by his patents.
—The floods in Arizona still continue. The remaining section of the bridge east of Tucson was swept away on the 13th, and the water was reported to be rising three feet an hour. At Casa Grande, the water is four feet over the track, and 1,200 feet of railroad has been carried away. Maricopa is reported flooded.
—A dispatch from Hollister, Cal., August 13, says: "A fire started by careless hunters has been raging in the Gabilan mountains, fifteen miles south of here, for three or four days. It burned over 3,000 acres of Government land, and 350 acres belonging to Jesse D. Carr, destroying a great amount of valuable timber."
—The number of deaths in Chicago for the week ending August 9, was 527, the largest number ever recorded. The extreme heat was the prime cause. The death record for one day in New York showed 148. The heat in California has been intense, also. We are informed that it has been 100° in Los Angeles.
—Reports say that Switzerland is beginning to suffer seriously from drought, which, except for a few showers, has lasted two months. Grass is burned, and there is no chance of making the usual second hay crop. There is great scarcity of water in most parts of the country in mountain pastures. In several cantons, beasts are perishing from lack of water and from heat.
—Two men were recently killed by the locomotive, while crossing the track of the Central Pacific railroad near Haywards, Cal. The jury exonerated the train employes, but censured the company for setting rows of Eucalyptus trees so close to the road as to shut off all view. The same verdict was rendered last spring when five children were killed under similar circumstances. Who'll be the next?
—The action of the House of Lords, practically condemning the Land Bill, is denounced throughout England. The Pall Mall Gazette says "the situation is serious, but it is difficult to credit the Peers with sufficient folly to persist in precipitating a constitutional crisis. If they persist in a resolute hostility, the whole work of the session will be sacrificed. Ireland will be convulsed with civil war, and an agitation will be started in favor of the revision of the Constitution, which will have stronger consequences than they possibly imagine." It favors a monster mass-meeting to teach the Peers public opinion.
Geological Formations Forming Simultaneously
By Richard Anthony Proctor
"If there is one theory which geologists have thought more justly founded than all others, it is the view that the various strata of the earth were formed at different times. A chalk district, for example, lying side by side with a sandstone district, has been referred to a totally different era. Whether the chalk was formed first, or whether the sandstone existed before the minute races came into being which formed the cretaceous stratum might be a question. But no doubt existed in the minds of geologists that each formation belonged to a distinct period. Now, however, Dr. Carpenter and Prof. Thompson may fairly say, 'We have changed all this.' It has been found that at points of the sea-bottom, only eight or ten miles apart, there may be in progress the formation of a cretaceous deposit and of a sandstone region, each with its own proper fauna. 'Wherever similar conditions are found upon dry land of the present day,' remarks Dr. Carpenter, 'it has been supposed that the formation of chalk and the formation of sandstone must have been separated from each other by long periods, and the discovery that they may actually coexist upon adjacent surfaces has done no less than strike at the very root of the customary assumptions with regard to geological time.'" — Prof. R. A. Proctor.
A Soldier Confronts the Judgment
ONE of the old historians relates that two soldiers came in the track of the Crusades to the Valley of Jehoshaphat in Jerusalem. One of them remarked to the other in a ribald way: "Here is where the preachers say the general Judgment is to be held; I may as well find the place now where I shall sit at my trial." So he planted himself on a big stone, and looked up towards the sky, as if waiting to receive his sentence. But all at once the reality of that tremendous scene burst upon his imagination. He was overwhelmed with dismay and terror; off from the rock he fell trembling upon his bended knees, and began to implore the pardon of God for his trifling. He took a sense, for once, of the meaning and majesty of a moment in which a soul should face its Maker on a question of character and eternal doom. —Sel.
Obituary.
By William M. Healey
MORRILL—Died, August 4, 1881, at his home near Los Angeles, Cal., Bro. Henry W. Morrill, aged 34 years, 5 months, and 4 days.
Bro. Morrill was born at Athens, Maine, but for some years past has been a resident of this State. When we came to this city last spring, we found him rejoicing in the last message, but being very feeble from consumption he feared he would not live to show faith in Christ by baptism. But he was spared, and went forward in the ordinance. His wife and aged mother with many friends, placed him away to rest, feeling confident that he will have part in the first resurrection. We tried to point them to the Christian's hope, and exhort them to so live that they may meet Bro. Morrill when Jesus comes. W. M. HEALEY.
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