Those outside of the war zone have but a faint conception of all that is involved in the mobilization of the great armies of Europe which are now on the field of battle. We can never comprehend fully the suffering from wounds and exposure, from weariness and hunger and thirst; the sorrow which separation from loved ones entails; the anxious hearts of mothers, wives, sisters, and children; the bitter anguish which comes from broken family circles and desolated homes. These are known only to the participants and to the great Father above. The following newspaper clipping sent us by one of our readers describes the far-reaching effects of the orders for mobilization of the Old World armies:—
No American can appreciate what the mobilization of the armies of Europe must mean to practically every family in the nations involved in the great war. Not a household but has its home ties severed. Not a field but is stripped of men. Not an industry but flags. The usual occupations of the people cease. The fields of Normandy are so denuded of male labor that the women and children are reaping the harvests, and Maurice Maeterlinck is working beside them.
Practically every able-bodied man serves his term in the army. Every man is listed and card indexed, and unless he reports when summoned he is rated as a deserter. When the order for mobilization is issued, every listed man knows what he must do; and from the households, the factories, and the farms, the hotels and the shipyards, the railways and the river boats, the men flock to the barracks to which long before they were assigned. The levy of horses begins at the same time. Regiments of cavalry, artillery, and infantry double, treble, and quadruple in size almost overnight. Then every transportation agency is seized for the concentration of the forces assembled in the barracks. The railways, the telegraph, and the telephone are all taken charge of by the military authorities for the hurrying forward of the troops to the points assigned by the strategists of the army. In like manner the commissary department is developed and coordinated with the fighting forces. It is all done with the precision and the celerity with which a great machine begins operations.
The instant the men have left in response to the call, a blanket of gloom settles down upon the villages and the cities whence they have gone. Apprehension rules in the hearts of their mothers, wives, and children. Every hamlet awaits its dead. The call for mobilization means in Europe such a knell as the States of the North did not even know in the Civil War.
In Mexico Again
By G. W. CAVINESS
G. W. CAVINESS
ALL our brethren are aware of the fact that when the United States took the port of Vera Cruz, all Americans were ordered out of the country. Our workers thought best to leave for a time. Soon all were located along the southern boundary of the United States, working among the thousands of Mexicans in that part. Five months were spent in the United States by most of our workers. However, the work at the printing office was carried on during this time by our Mexican workers and through correspondence. In the last days of September it seemed that things were settled so that we might again enter the country. It was my desire to visit the brethren in the northern part of Mexico, in the cities of Torreon and Monterey. On account of the revolution and the fact that the northern part was the scene of the greater part of the fighting, and for lack of communication, it had been impossible for me to visit these places for two years. Much of the time we did not have even correspondence with our brethren there. Torreon especially suffered much, being taken and retaken several times during the fighting. So it was a great privilege for me to meet the brethren in Torreon and find that they had all been preserved during the troubles. Many of them told me that in the last storming of the place they got into the most secure corners of their houses and remained quietly there, praying God to protect them, during the greater part of three days and three nights.
Brother and Sister Gomez have a large two-story house. For a number of years they have given the use of a large room on the first floor for meetings. Rifle bullets passed through the windows of the upper story, where they live, but fortunately no one was hurt. The room where I slept during my recent stay had a rifle bullet hole through the window just over the bed, a reminder of what conditions had been.
We found the brethren full of courage, and a goodly number interested in the truth. We held meetings with them for about two weeks, baptized six, celebrated the Lord's Supper, then set our faces southward for the city of Mexico, leaving Brother Robles with them to carry on the work for a time. He reports a good interest, forty or fifty attending the meetings regularly. One sister, a Bible worker, is studying the Bible with more than thirty Roman Catholics. We expect that in the near future some of these will accept the truth.
On our trip south we saw a great deal of warlike preparations. Indeed, all the way from Chihuahua to Aguascalientes the sidetracks were filled with troop trains; soldiers and war munitions were on every side. We had to get a safe conduct at Juarez in order to enter the country, and had to wait in a number of places, as the trains were all occupied carrying troops. We saw no danger, and only felt the inconvenience of having our travel broken up so much for lack of trains. I had expected to go over to Monterey, but there were no trains in that direction, so it was impossible. It is my intention to visit that place before long.
In Mexico we found our home unmolested, and the work going on in the printing office as usual; but we find that the price of everything has increased very much during these months. Brother Schulz did not leave the country, but continued his work, and it is astonishing to see the amount of small books and papers he has sold during the time. He has cleaned the shelves of the office of nearly all the papers left over from other years.
All the workers have now returned, and have taken hold of the work with energy. We expect to press forward with greater rapidity than ever before.
There is in many places an interest to know what the present condition of the world indicates. The very first day, as I was going to the center of Tacubaya to get my trunk from the station, a man stopped me on the street and asked where in the Bible it says, “Nation shall rise against nation, and kingdom against kingdom.” I did not know the man, but he doubtless thought I knew where to find Bible texts, and so came to me for help.
Things are still uncertain in Mexico, but we believe that the Lord will overrule matters so that the message may be carried to these people in a short time.
We ask the prayers of our brethren and sisters everywhere that this may be the case.
Solomon Islands
By G. F. JONES
G. F. JONES
SINCE my last report our work here has been going forward as well, perhaps, as we could expect.
A few days ago a passing cutter gave the news that no steamer would arrive as usual, that the traders refused to sell more food, that the planters were putting their men to plant sweet potatoes, and that one of the large companies had just put its men on a ration of one biscuit each for a morning meal, etc. We are, however, clearing ground, and going ahead with the erection of our native schoolhouse. These strange rumors without definite particulars have not slackened our hands, for we expect such things nowadays, and they only spur us on to greater activity.
We have decided to take up mission work in the Marova Lagoon, nothing preventing. Although the districts there are far apart, we shall be able to use the same language throughout. The Viru district, where we are starting, is perhaps the smallest in our territory, but there are cogent reasons why we have been led to Viru first. These people, although few in number, have shown the greatest desire to have us with them, and have been quite enthusiastic in clearing ground and in putting up our schoolhouse; and as I watch them at work I am reminded of the scripture, “Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power.” They work as if they knew all about the third angel’s message, and are very happy and pleasant. These savages with painted faces put many of us to shame by their willingness and good spirit. The ground is full of great hardwood trees, from three to five feet in diameter, which they tackle with jollity. Now and then one of these giant trees falls; then there is the loudest and most weird screaming ever heard, renewed every few minutes for the sake of encouraging one another as the cutting goes on. Then another and another monster falls, interlacing each other on the ground, until I wonder where and how they are to be disposed of, for they are not so easily burned as are most trees. This is by no means a small undertaking, but willing hands and stout hearts, with the help of the Lord, can accomplish it. “Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord.” We hope that some of these young people, trained as teachers and workers, will be able to reach others of the same tongue.
How relieved and happy we shall be when we are able to speak to them in their own language. It would be difficult to express in words the loneliness that comes over us at times through our inability to do so. But we know that time will remedy all this.
The effects of fighting and exterminating and of devastating diseases, are seen everywhere.
We are still living on the “Advent Herald,” which is now moored to the wharf belonging to Mr. Stratham, a planter and trader of Viru, who is now in Sydney. As the little cabin is rather hot to sleep in, we are sleeping on the floor of his store. Our boxes and goods are stored in a shed across the river, and we shall be glad when we can use some of the meager comforts they contain. But we are not worrying about ordinary comforts; we are too thankful for the blessing of health and such things as we have. This quiet harbor for our boat will provide not only a school for the willing natives, but also a school of preparation for ourselves, which is necessary in order that we may learn the language and become acquainted with the people, and thus be prepared to do efficient work in the more populous districts of the Marova Lagoon.
North India
By H. R. SALISBURY
H. R. SALISBURY
SEVEN years ago when Brother and Sister Burgess returned from their furlough in America, they began work among the hill tribes of Garhwal, a district that has Tibet for its northern border. Hardy and industrious are these people living in the foothills of the Himalayas. Hills we call them, but they are really mountains, for they rise abruptly from the great plain of Hindustan to an elevation of from seven to ten thousand feet. Yet they truly seem but hills in comparison with the precipitous snow-clad peaks lying just behind them, which reach an altitude of from 23,000 to 29,000 feet.
The plan of working for these people was to establish a school for Hindu boys, and Elder S. N. Haskell through his writings raised the funds for the erection of the buildings. It is a boarding school, the boys bringing their own food with them, and being Hindus, of course prepare it themselves. The school has now been in operation for five years.
The Bible has been taught daily to all the boys; and while they have taken an intelligent interest in this subject, they have held fast to their idolatrous religion. In my last visit to the school three months ago, Brother C. C. Belgrave, the principal, told me that among some of the boys who had been in the school from the first, there were unmistakable signs that the Word of God had fallen into good ground and was crowding out heathen superstitions. Recently Brother Belgrave wrote me the welcome news that one of the older boys had openly confessed Christ and asked to be baptized. Last Sabbath, in company with one of his teachers, the young man came down to our mission station at Najibabad, a distance of about thirty-five miles, as it was thought best to send him away from the school because of the intense feeling among the other boys that his baptism would cause.
Just as the sun was setting, I led him down into the water and buried him in baptism with Him who two thousand years ago suffered death for all mankind. As I walked back to our mission bungalow, I thought of our young people in Christian lands, many of whom are at the parting of the ways, unwilling to give up the world for Christ. With Banka it means complete ostracism. He will now be driven from his home, and become an outcaste among his people. When it became known that he was going to be baptized, his fellow students, among whom he was a favorite, gathered around him and earnestly pleaded with him not to do a thing that would forever separate him from them. It was a great struggle for him, but he did what he knew to be right. Now he must go back to the school and be the one Christian student among the seventy-five boys.
Over the mountains of Garhwal are scattered more than a thousand villages. They are a part of the great “all the world” that must hear before “the end come.” I believe that Banka, the first fruits from Hinduism in the Garhwal School, may soon go among his own people with the last message of mercy. There are already indications that others in the school will soon follow his example.
Fallen at the Battle's Front
By Frank S. Bond
ELDER WALTER G. BOND
It was in the autumn of 1902 that the silent plea of the millions of Spain impressed my dear brother, Walter G. Bond, and myself that we should leave our pleasant home surroundings, our loved ones, our native land, and come to Europe.
The following October we moved to the city of Sabadell, where we soon opened a small school for boys and began our first series of public meetings. Walter took an active part in those first efforts in Spain, and the Lord added his blessing. Within a few months several dear souls were rejoicing in the light of this great threefold message. Some of these were directly from Catholicism. One of those first fruits was a boy who attended our little school, and who, with his mother, came to our night meetings. He is Brother Joseph Abella, who is at present one of our missionaries in Oran, North Africa. Another who accepted the message at that time was Sister Lola Casals, who later, with Brother Abella, attended our school at Gland, Switzerland. Sister Casals developed into a faithful Bible worker, but death cut short her work in April of this present year.
In the summer of 1904, because of death in his wife's family, Walter was called to lay down his work in Spain for a time. In the fall of 1905 he returned to the field of his choice, and has since served as director of the Spanish Mission.
God has blessed his efforts to build up the work in this difficult field. Our membership is still small, but there are perhaps one hundred and forty who are endeavoring to be faithful. These are scattered about in the different provinces, the greater number being located in the province of Barcelona.
About two months ago Walter started out to visit the various groups of members and interested persons. He held meetings at Jerica, Rubielos de Mora, Valencia, Alicante, Cartagena, Murcia, and Baeza. The Lord blessed him in presenting the word in all these places. According to previous arrangement, he, in company with our native worker, Brother Lope Nicolas, began a series of special meetings in Baeza. The attendance was large and regular, and a goodly number manifested much interest in the message presented. After two or three weeks' labor, my dear brother was taken severely ill with acute peritonitis. On November 1 he telegraphed me to come to Baeza, and I reached him the morning of the second. A few days later his wife and youngest child reached Baeza, and a few days before his death, my wife and child were also with us.
Those were days of great anxiety for us all. We employed the best medical help available, and gave water treatment freely, finding it necessary to send a distance of about fifteen kilometers for ice. We often placed our needs before the Great Physician, and he at times brought relief to his suffering child, but it did not seem to be his will to restore his servant. From almost the very beginning of his sickness, Walter seemed impressed that it might prove fatal. He sought the Lord earnestly, and claimed forgiveness for all his sins. At times his suffering was intense, but through it all he manifested continually those sweet Christian graces of the true child of God. His earnest desire was to have a further part in the Lord's work, and to be with his dear little family, his wife and three children, but he seemed resigned to God's will. His earnest counsel to relatives and friends during those last days will not soon be forgotten.
It was on the morning of November 12 that our loved one fell asleep in Jesus. We mourn our loss, and the loss to the cause of God in Spain, but our hope of a soon-coming Saviour and the resurrection of his people comforts our hearts. Our working force in Spain is left very small—one ordained minister, one licentiate, three Bible workers, and a small force of canvassers, for about nineteen million people. Are there not a few additional laborers for Spain? Will not one or more young ministers in the United States offer themselves to help carry forward the work which death compelled my brother to lay down?
Walter was born in California, Feb. 6, 1879, and died Nov. 12, 1914, at Baeza, Spain.
“Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors; and their works do follow them.”
FRANK S. BOND.
What Shall We Read to Our Children?
By Mrs. C. C. L.
Practical Problems of Home Makers — No. 4
Mrs. C. C. L.
What Shall We Read to Our Children?
I HOPE that you will not take my delay in answering your letter as an evidence of my lack of interest, for I have been very much interested in reading all you wrote me.
I think you are doing splendid work with your children. I wish more mothers would take the pains to read with their children and carefully select reading matter for their families. I agree with you that reading is of vital importance, for it almost seems that a book has more influence than a personal friend. What we read, often leaves impressions that stay with us through life. I think you have made a good selection in your studies.
You ask me to suggest some other books for you to read to your children. Have you thought of the Junior Reading Courses? You doubtless have noticed the weekly outline in the Youth’s Instructor. I think you would be interested in the books that are being read this year. Why not follow the course with your children? You may get all necessary information by writing to the Missionary Volunteer Department, Takoma Park, D. C.
I am interested to know how you find time to do so much reading with your children. So often mothers object when we try to encourage them to read with their children14saying that they do not have time. It might be an encouragement to some other mothers, if you would tell us how you find time.
I am glad that you like the lessons in the Mothers’ Normal, and I hope that you will enjoy them more and more as you advance. You speak of Baldwin’s Psychology. I think you would enjoy this book and find it interesting. Baldwin was a Christian writer, and his book is very helpful. If you are interested in this subject, I am sure you will find some helpful suggestions in your work of educating your children. I suppose you have read our own book, “Education,” by Mrs. White. If you have not, by all means do so. It seems to me this is one of the best books we have on this subject. Then the new book “Counsels to Parents and Teachers” is also excellent.
Let the Children Help the Overburdened Mother
A HAPPY MOTHER
Usually it is the mothers with large families who are overburdened. I should like to say a few words, especially to those living on the farm, as to how I have managed to lighten the load of daily duties.
I have a family of six children to care for. The oldest are boys of twelve and fourteen years, the youngest a baby of one year. My husband works away from home a great deal, so the boys are kept busy with farm work and chores when out of school. I often have to help them myself. I used to give each child his work as it had to be done. This necessitated a great deal of care on my part, and much waste of time on theirs if I was not on hand to set them to work. Now I have a plan so much better that I wish to tell others about it.
I make each child responsible for certain daily duties, trying to have each one's work suited to his strength, natural ability, and liking as much as possible. I also give the children the privilege of changing work at any time, with my consent. When one child thinks his task is the hardest or most disagreeable, I always make a temporary change at once.
Even the little tots that most mothers think are just “in the way” can be trained to help in a short time. Let them begin when they want to “help mamma,” even though at first you have to do all their work over. My little girl of four years thinks it quite a privilege to wash the dishes. At first I worked with her, showing her how to do each one thoroughly. Now her brother next older wipes them, and washes the things that she is too small to handle. He also has his work, to feed and water the chickens in the morning and bring in the wood at night, after school.
A little eight-year-old girl staying with us sweeps the dining room and kitchen and washes the separator before going to school. After school she cleans and fills the lamps, and puts the separator together, helps with the supper dishes, or clears the table and brushes up the crumbs.
One of the older boys runs the milk through the separator; the other brings in the water. One feeds the calves while the other feeds the cows their grain. The older one helps milk while the other feeds the stock.
I encourage them to be prompt and thorough and rapid in their work by giving them extra time to play, helping them make something they much desire, or giving them a special treat. But the first and most important thing is to teach them to do things correctly and thoroughly from the start. It is a pleasant task when the little ones want to help wash dishes, to impress their minds with the fact that they must first wash their hands perfectly clean; then wash each dish and knife and fork thoroughly, wipe it till it shines, and then stack each kind of dish neatly together in an orderly way. It is just as easy to teach them to do the work right when they are being allowed to help as a special privilege, perhaps at the age of two or three years. Of course at this age I do not require regular work.
Children should always be corrected and taught in a pleasant, kindly way. Help them to make play of work as much as possible. For instance, I had my youngest boy play he was a baker making bread to sell, and he must have everything about himself so very clean and neat, and must make his loaves all exactly the same size. This was when he first began to want to help me. I taught my little girl when she was but three years old to place the knives, forks, and spoons on the table, each by itself, with handles the same way, by having her play she was putting the horses, cows, and calves in their stalls in the barn. It was great fun for her.
Our aim should be to make the little ones love to work and never lose their baby desire to “help mamma.” I shall never forget how often my oldest boy repeated these words before he was two years old. We were alone a great deal, and he would want to do whatever I did. When I let him try to do something, he worked with all his might, saying in such a pleased tone, “Help mamma; help mamma; help mamma.” I am now teaching my little girl only one year old to do many things that will soon save me steps. She can walk, but does not talk yet. I tell her to shut the door, then show her what I mean—how to do it. Soon I ask her to do the same thing again, while it is fresh in her mind. Then I praise her and pet her, and she is anxious and happy to do something more. She is learning to bring me things, and to put them up for me when I am through with them.
As the children grow older, I teach them to cook the simple articles of food, set a small amount of bread sponge, mix, and see to the baking of it. It does not hurt a boy to learn to cook and do housework. When my boys were smaller, I had them help me do the work in the house, and then I went with them to the garden to work. I gave each one his task, taking for myself two or three times as much as I gave them. Then we would race to see who could finish first. They were free to play as soon as their work was completed.
We should be very careful not to keep children at the same work or at any work too steadily or too long at a time. They tire very quickly, and work becomes to them a dread and drudgery, instead of a joy and delight. Then, too, if they know that as soon as they have finished with one task they will be set at another, they are likely to learn to shirk their work, and play when they should be working. It is well to praise them and show appreciation of their efforts, even if they do prove oftentimes more of a bother than a help. A little praise goes a long way. For instance, one of my girls is just learning to sweep. I show her how to pick up things, how to sweep under the table, couch, etc., and in corners as well. Then I say, “Mamma's little girl will pick up everything, sweep under things and in the corners.” She goes around repeating, “Tell you what, we won't leave things lying around! We'll sweep good in corners, and under things,” and suits her actions to her words.
Conducted by Mrs. C. C. Lewis; Takoma Park, Washington, D. C
By Mrs. C. C. Lewis
Through the columns of this department, hints will be given on all matters pertaining to the home life. Short articles and letters are solicited from home makers, telling of their everyday experiences,—their joys and sorrows, their failures and successes.
MRS. VINA SHERWOOD
By Mrs. Vina Sherwood
Our Little Table, and How It Solves Some Home Problems—No. 1
MRS. VINA SHERWOOD
Yes, I am a busy mother. Our baby boy is under two years of age, and our two little girls are aged six and eight; so what I am about to write is not theory, but practice. I wish to tell you the story of our little table, which has been a great factor in discipline and education in our home.
First, I will describe how to make such a table, for I feel sure some mother will not wish to try the use of one. Our table is made of hard wood for durability. It is 2 feet 9 inches long, 1 foot 6 inches wide, and 1 foot 9½ inches high, and has a small slide drawer set in the frame on which the top rests and to which the legs are attached. It is stained a medium color to match our other furniture, and is presentable for use in any room of the house. And such trips as that little table takes as it follows me about from room to room while I am performing my household duties!
Our little table is a means of discipline; for when the children are seated around it, I know just where they are in the room. I can keep them in a warm or sunny corner in winter; their playthings and work are not scattered all over the house; at a glance I can see just what they are doing, and can easily direct them in their play. Sometimes they stand around the table to play or work, at other times they sit in their little kindergarten chairs (which, by the way, are a more useful gift for children than rocking-chairs). These chairs are light and strong, and can easily be carried about the house or yard. Our children have derived much pleasure from them. Healthwise it is better for them to be up from the draft of the floor—the small child’s usual play table. It is, also, more cleanly.
Then, too, work or play assumes a new dignity if the children have a table all their own. The table being of light weight, it can be quickly moved to any part of the yard for shade in summer, or to any part of the room for better light and sunshine.
Our little table finds its place each evening near the light where the older members of the family are gathered. It is more restful to the mother for the little folk to be a short distance away from her during their early evening play, while she reads some article or writes a letter. Children will play more naturally when by themselves. If they are up around the large table with us, we are apt to interrupt them in their play. Occasionally, a well-directed suggestion is proper, but too often we older ones desire them to develop their ideas as we think, when perhaps their viewpoint as how the play should be accomplished is quite different from ours. If, for instance, they are using blocks, show them how to make a simple object or two, and then leave them alone to develop their play. Children should, however, be taught to play with a purpose. Often just a mere suggestion of what would be pleasant to play will help form this habit.
A little boy of fourteen months wanted to turn all the chairs down over the floor in a disorderly fashion. He was directed how to use two chairs for a gate. Opening and closing this gate for himself, mamma, and imaginary kitties and “toot cars” to pass through, formed a part of his daily play for many weeks.
The secret of good discipline for the young child, both in school and at home, is to keep him happily occupied. We must teach him how to be interested in helpful occupations. Now, let us mention some things we can accomplish on this little table. We can look at books. We can cut out pictures with blunt-pointed scissors, obtaining our pictures from magazines, farmers’ journals, etc. Even small children can soon learn to use the scissors. Our girls each have a cloth scrapbook, in which they mount their best work and most interesting pictures. These books may be made out of paper cambric; or the common dress cambric does very nicely. One yard will make a book of eight pages with covers. The white paste in bottles is far better than flour paste. Have the children learn to leave neat margins when pasting in the pictures, and not crowd too many on a page. When the children have outgrown these books, they can trim the edges of the leaves, and press the pages with a hot iron, and then present them to some other little child.
In all these suggestions that I am giving, the children will at first need careful, insistent attention, that they do their work neatly and follow general directions. Then, when once the habit is formed, you can leave them to independent work.
Battle Creek, Mich.
Heart’s Desire
By ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
ARTHUR W. SPAULDING
They did not tell us, Heart’s Desire,
That we should love you so:
They could not carry weighty news,
Because they did not know.
They knew the trouble and the pain,
The treasure-forming fire;
But of that treasure’s worth,— not they!
Little Heart’s Desire.
Through months and days we dreamed
of you,
And formed some wide surmise.
Now out of dreamland you have come,
With wonder in your eyes,
And tiny fingers wandering free
Upon our heart-strung lyre.
Ah, wondrous music you evoke,
Little Heart’s Desire!
Why came you hither, little one?
What meed of grace have we
That midst the earth’s cold misery
This priceless joy should be?
And what does he, the Giver, ask?
What covenant require?
What might we plight to match his gift,
Little Heart’s Desire?
Ah, naught of gold and naught of blood
Shall be our sacrifice:
The love you bring us we conjoin
To love beyond the skies.
And when this lower school has closed,
Still may we, in the higher,
Teach you the love we thus are taught,
Little Heart’s Desire.
Hendersonville, N. C.
The Direction of Your Thoughts
OBSERVE what direction your thoughts and feelings most readily take when you are alone, and you will then form a tolerably correct opinion of yourself,—Bengel.
How to Purify Drinking Water
IN the Washington Times of Nov. 16, 1914, Leonard Keene Hirshberg, A. B., A. M., M. D. (Johns Hopkins University), gives practical directions for disinfecting drinking water so that no cholera, fever, dysentery, or other disease-producing microbes will be left in it, and no unpleasant taste or odor remain. He says to obtain a supply of high-quality chlorinated lime in quarter-pound cans, hermetically sealed. Secure also an equal number of half-pound packages of hyposulphate of soda, properly called sodium thiosulphate. Add to a gallon of water a quarter-pound can of the chlorinated lime, and shake well until thoroughly mixed. In another gallon of water dissolve in the same way a half-pound package of hyposulphate of soda. These solutions may be bottled and kept in stock.
They are sufficient to sterilize 8,000 gallons of drinking water. A teaspoonful of each will sterilize eight gallons of water. To use, add the chlorinated lime solution to the drinking water in the above proportion, according to the quantity of water to be sterilized, and fifteen minutes later add the hyposulphate of soda in the same proportion to remove any bad taste or odor. These mixtures may be used in reservoirs, wells, fountains, springs, or gallon bottles of table waters, and will remove from them all danger from water-borne maladies.
Are All the Children In?
ARE all the children in? The night is falling;
And storm clouds gather in the threatening west;
The lowing cattle seek a friendly shelter;
The bird hies to her nest;
The thunder crashes; wilder grows the tempest,
And darkness settles o'er the fearful din;
Come, shut the door, and gather round the hearthstone:
Are all the children in?
Are all the children in? The night is falling,
When gilded sin doth walk about the streets.
O, “at last it biteth like a serpent”!
Poisoned are stolen sweets.
O mothers, guard the feet of inexperience,
Too prone to wander in the paths of sin!
O, shut the door of love against temptation!
Are all the children in?
Are all the children in? The night is falling,
The night of death is hastening on apace;
The Lord is calling, “Enter thou thy chamber,
And tarry there a space.”
And when he comes, the King in all his glory,
Who died the shameful death our hearts to win,
O, may the gates of heaven shut about us,
With all the children in!
— Selected.
