John 14:3: “And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself.”
2. When is he coming?
Matt. 24:29, 30: “Immediately after the tribulation [1,260 years of papal persecution] of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven; . . . and then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven; . . . and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds.”
NOTE.—The wonderful dark day took place on May 19, 1780. Cows came lowing home, chickens went to roost. It was a “supernatural darkness, no cause known.”—Webster. The same night the moon had the appearance of blood. The wonderful meteoric shower of falling stars took place on Nov. 13, 1833, 64 years ago; many people live yet to testify of this event.
3. How near is his coming when we see these signs?
See Matt. 24:32–36: “When ye shall see all these things, know that it is near, even at the doors. This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled.”
4. Do we know the day or the hour?
“But of that day and hour knoweth no man.”
Verse 36.
Manner of His Coming.
5. How will he come?
Acts 1:9–11: “A cloud received him out of their sight. . . . This same Jesus, which is taken up from you into heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen him go into heaven.”
Rev. 1:7: “Behold, he cometh with clouds; and every eye shall see him.”
Rev. 5:11: “And the number of them was ten thousand times ten thousand, and thousands of thousands.”
NOTE.—These form the cloud or clouds in which our Lord comes.
7. What does one angel look like?
Rev. 10:1: “I saw another mighty angel come down from heaven, clothed with a cloud; and a rainbow was upon his head, and his face was as it were the sun, and his feet as pillars of fire.”
NOTE.—The sun is 93,000,000 miles away from the earth, yet in the summer-time its heat is almost unbearable, and its brightness is blinding.
8. How will it be when we stand in the immediate presence of such a company, with the glory of Christ added?
Ps. 50:3: “Our God shall come, . . . a fire shall devour before him.”
9. Who will be destroyed by this fire, or brightness?
2 Thess. 1:8: “In flaming fire taking vengeance on them that know not God, and that obey not the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ.”
2 Thess. 2:8: “Whom the Lord shall . . . destroy with the brightness of his coming.”
10. How will the righteous be affected?
See 1 Cor. 15:51–54; 1 Thess. 4:15–17: “Shall all be changed;” “put on immortality,” “be caught up together to meet the Lord in the air;” “Wherefore comfort one another with these words.”
BIRDIE WATSON.
Portage La Prairie, Manitoba.
REVERENCE FOR THE HOUSE OF GOD.
By M. E. OLSEN
TRUE reverence can only grow out of love. Everything in the Christian service must be an effort of love, else it will not be acceptable. Love is like the precious spices, which, according to the requirement of the law, must be offered up with each lamb. It must enter very largely into every act of real worship.
Before children will love the house of God, they must be taught to love God. How may this be done?—Simply by telling them what God is. Take them out under the blue sky, call their attention to the beautiful things all around,—the floating clouds overhead, the tiny plants and flowers at their feet, the trees with their noble foliage, or, perhaps, as in the winter, laden with the beautiful snow. Show them the rainbow when there is one in view, and explain its meaning; don't forget to point out the glories of the sunset. Teach the children that God is in all these things which they enjoy so much to behold, and they can not help but grow up to love him. The idea of God will then be associated in their minds with all that is pleasant and desirable.
But you can do still more. You can teach your children the story of the Gospel, how God gave his only Son to die for this world. Children understand these things much more readily than we give them credit for doing, and it is wrong for us to keep them in ignorance of the lovable character of God, and, at the same time, expect them to love him. It is a sad thing to say, and yet we fear only too true, that scarcely one child in a hundred, even in Christian families, is given a correct knowledge of the true God. Can we wonder, then, that reverence for his house of worship is such a rare thing?
No doubt it is very hard for little ones to sit still during the meeting, but if the solemn character of such occasions is properly set before them, and the dignity connected with the act of worship duly impressed upon their minds, they will make the effort, providing, however, that they have first learned to love the God who is worshiped. M. E. OLSEN.
A BRAVE GIRL.
THERE is perhaps no sweeter picture of pure heroism on all the pages of history than the story of a brave little California girl, which should be preserved and enshrined among the heroic deeds of earth’s bravest and best. Here is the story complete as told by a San Francisco paper:—
“She lived in Placer County, not far from where the pretty town of Auburn now stands, for it happened many years ago, in the early ‘60’s, and I suspect that but few now residing there have any recollection of the affair. The family, consisting of her father, a miner, her mother, and little brother, dwelt in a small shanty erected under a convenient ledge. The shanty was a miserable structure of two rooms, but it held what many a grander dwelling fails to contain—a loving household. The mother lay sick with the fever, and Carmen, then a girl of twelve, performed the drudgery of the house. Her little brother, a curly-headed romp of five, was Carmen’s great responsibility. The father was away from early morning until late at night at his work, and so the little hands of twelve found plenty to do.
“In common with the custom of miners, the father kept a store of giant powder in the house, which in the present case was contained in a sack placed in an old box that stood by the foot of the bed where lay the sick mother. The upper part of the shanty, under the sloping board roof, was utilized as a storage place for old dunnage and rubbish. One night the father was absent in the mine on night work. By some means the shanty took fire, probably from the cracked and defective adobe chimney. Carmen awoke to find that the roof was afire and sparks dropping down.
“Springing up, she loudly cried to awaken her mother and Tommy, but the little boy became frightened and hid his head beneath the covers of the bed. Carmen sprang to lift him from the bed, when she saw the shower of sparks falling upon the powder box. Recognizing the awful danger, she attempted to leave the child for a moment and carry out the powder, but in her excitement she caught her foot in the overhanging bedclothes and fell to the floor, breaking her thigh-bone. Unable to rise, the brave girl crawled to the box of powder, and, drawing herself up, covered the box with her body. The mother had by this time succeeded in getting out of bed and getting outside the now furiously burning shanty, and managed to take with her the little boy.
“The cries of Carmen, ‘O, take Tommy out, won’t you?’ turned for a time the mother’s10thought from her daughter’s danger. The fire had aroused some of the neighbors, who speedily ran to the burning shanty, and lent what aid they could. Carmen was discovered and removed. Her rescuers found her almost hidden beneath a mass of burning cinders, her back frightfully burned. Tender hands bore her to a neighboring shanty, where all that could be done to alleviate her suffering was eagerly bestowed. But human aid came too late. The brave little spirit lingered until the following day, and then departed. It was not known until after she died that she had broken her leg. Her last words were, ‘Kiss me, Tommy, dear; I’ve saved you, and I’m so happy.’”—Good Housekeeping.
SUNDAY-LAW AGITATION IN TULARE.
The Union Herald is a little paper published in Tulare, Cal.; in giving the news of a Sunday “base-ball game between the Boston Bloomer girls and the Tulare Club,” which it says “was much better conducted than ball games usually are, and much better than was expected of this game,” the Herald declares:
“The religious people of our community have determined that they will no longer tolerate sabbath desecration in town where it interferes with the peace and quiet of those who do observe it. While they did not expect to stop the game last Sunday, they felt that a fight had to be made, and that was just as good a place to begin as any. The fight will be kept up until a lady can walk down Front Street from Kern to Tulare any hour during Sunday or Sunday evening without fear of being insulted or crowded off the sidewalk.”
Now why should the religious people of Tulare be so stirred? Playing baseball, or any other kind of ball, on Sunday is not Sabbath desecration, for the Sunday is not the Lord’s Sabbath; it never was, and it never can be. And it is not a “desecration” of man’s day to do man’s work upon it. Again, what right, according to the Golden Rule, have religious people to prohibit men from playing ball on any day any more than ball-players have to prohibit other people from going to church, or drawing away from the baseball assemblies by holding religious services on that day? Why should the good people “fight”? Why not let the Lord take care of the day, and help the boys by the Gospel means of persuasion and love. It is written, “He that winneth souls is wise.” Of course ladies should not be insulted any day, and there is abundant civil law in California, if it is enforced, on any day, to punish those who do it, without lugging in an abnormal Sunday law. If civility is to be secured by a Sunday law, What will be done for the protection of the ladies on the six days? Or is this Sunday prohibition of insult to ladies in Tulare a sister to a Sunday-closing saloon law which permits saloons to run full blast on six days if they will but close Sundays? Is six days’ insult permitted if only it can be abolished Sunday? O, the absurdity and inconsistency of all religio-civil regulations! Why not take the Bible?
STARS AND BLESSINGS.
By Rev. J. H. Meyers
BY REV. J. H. MEYERS.
“I’ll count the stars,” my little one said,
As she walked by my side so gay,
“For you see to-night it’s all clear overhead,
And there’s not a cloud in the way.”
“Yes, count,” I said, “my dear little one,
And think as you count to say,
‘I thank the Maker of stars and sun
For the blessings I’ve had alway.’”
“A star for a blessing, and blessing for star;
Keep count if you can,” I said;
“Make blessings below, if they’ll go so far,
Keep pace with the stars overhead.”
So she counted, and counted, and counted away,
Till I thought she would ne’er be done,
And I said at last, “Why so long do you stay?”
“Why, papa, I’ve just begun.
“Fifty-one, and pussy-cat got well;
Fifty-two, I had a new dress;
But, O, I mustn’t forget to tell
The blessing you never would guess.
“The things we took the sick lady, you see,
The poor man we helped by the way,
What greater mercies indeed could there be!
Weren’t we blessed quite as much as they?”
“To do something good to others, you know,
Seems a blessing so full of love,
It ought to count, don’t you think, here below,
Quite as much as five stars up above?”
“Didn’t think they’s so many,” turning her head,
“The sky seems so far to extend,
And the blessings keep up with the stars,” she said;
“I’m sure I can’t reach the end.”
And so she counted, the sweet little dove,
Till my heart was all aglow
With praise to the Maker of stars above,
And the Giver of blessings below.
I looked with fond love on the dear little face,
So trustingly turned to the sky,
So lovingly sweet, with such innocent grace,
I could scarcely refrain from the cry:
“O God, Thy blessings are many indeed,
And she is the best of them all;
All the stars couldn’t fill the depth of my need
If Thou shouldst the blessing recall.”
—Christian Advocate.
DR. A. CLARKE ON TEA-DRINKING.
By G. T. WILSON
FROM the “Autobiography of Dr. Adam Clarke,” I copy the following:—
In the year 1782 A.D. Dr. A. Clarke read Mr. John Wesley’s “Letter on Tea.” When he had finished it he said: “There are arguments here which I can not answer; and till I can answer them to my own satisfaction, I will neither drink tea nor coffee.” He broke off the habit from that hour, and never afterward sought for arguments to overturn those of Mr. Wesley, and from that day to the present never once tasted tea or coffee. . . . He spent that time in reading and study, which he must otherwise have spent at the tea table; and by this, in the course of thirty-seven years, he had saved several whole years of time, every hour of which was devoted to self-improvement, or some part of that great work which the providence of God gave him to do. For a short time after he left off the use of these exotics, he took in the evening a cup of milk and water, or a cup of weak infusion of camomile; but as he found that he gained no time by this means, and the gaining of time was his great object, he gave that totally up, never tasting anything from dinner to supper. In the morning he found it easy to supply the place of tea or coffee by taking milk in some form or other, or any other aliment which the junior parts of the families where he lodged were accustomed to take for their breakfast.
In his “Letter to a Preacher,” since published, he had adverted strongly to this circumstance. Mr. Wesley himself, after having left off the use of tea and coffee for twelve years, resumed it, and continued the use of these beverages till his death; his pupil, Adam Clarke, followed his counsels without attending to his practise, so zealously as the Rechabites did those of their founder, Jonadab. What Adam Clarke has gained by his sacrifice has amply compensated the cost.
He says in his journal that he has saved in the thirty-seven years over four years of time, which would have been consumed in visits and tea-drinking. Dr. Clarke gave a noble example to those who would be in a condition to profitably spend their time for God, and not waste it on the gratification of appetite in wrong ways. Then, too, by his disuse of tea and coffee, he had a clearer mind for his great work, and the Lord blessed him with much wisdom and knowledge for the duties he had committed to his hands.
How much valuable time is wasted in tea-parties, and how many times are the delicate nerves whipped up with tea and coffee, only to relapse afterward far below their former level! This practise kept up for a time must sooner or later break down the nerve tone, and lay the foundation of neuralgia and other nerve diseases.
The arguments of John Wesley against tea-drinking were good, but he ultimately failed in his practise. Dr. Clarke embraced the good principles, and put them into practise during the rest of his life. His was a noble example to follow.
G. T. WILSON.
Avondale School, Cooranbong, N. S. W.
J. H. KELLOGG, M.D
By John Harvey Kellogg
A RUM BLOSSOM
One of the signs of intemperance, which its victims put forth the most strenuous efforts to suppress, is that peculiar enlargement of the nose, with intense redness, so appropriately termed the “rum blossom.” The effect of alcohol is to paralyze the nerves of the blood-vessels; and when its frequent use occasions the almost constant paralysis and engorgement of the blood-vessels of the face and nose, more particularly the latter, it grows too fast, and by this means may acquire enormous size.
The significance of the toddy blossom is by no means small. The red nose and flushed face of the drunkard indicate a similar condition of other parts of the body. When a moderate drinker’s face is flushed by wine, his brain is flushed as well, and not his brain only, but his muscles, his heart, his stomach, his liver, and every part of his body blushes at the indignity to which it is subjected.
Is it any wonder that the toper feels depressed and enervated, and in need of a “pick me up” the next morning after a debauch? or that he falls so easy a victim to causes of disease which others escape? It was long ago observed that drunkards were the favorite victims of cholera, the plague, sunstroke, and other causes of speedy death. The system is prepared, by the paralyzing influence of the drug, for almost any form of disease to which human flesh is heir.
The brain of a man who carries a rum blossom on his face is pretty certain to be in a state of disease. When healthy, the brain is so soft that it would scarcely retain its shape if it were not for the skull. The sharpest knife is required to cut it without mangling its structure. It is necessary to immerse the organ in alcohol for weeks, or even months, in order to harden it, when a careful examination is necessary. But a drunkard’s brain presents a marked contrast. It is already hardened—pickled, almost. In the dissecting room, it affords rare pleasure for a medical student to secure the desiccated brain of an old toper. A celebrated anatomist declared that he could tell a drunkard’s brain in the dark, by the sense of touch alone. A London physician reported a case in which he found, upon making a post-mortem examination, a strong odor of alcohol emanating from the brain; and when he applied a match to it, it burst into flame. The quantity of alcohol in the brain is sometimes so great that it can be collected by distillation after death.
It must not be supposed that every drunkard’s brain is as hard as a pickled one; but it may be fairly supposed that the hardening effect of alcohol has no little influence in the production of degenerations of the brain, such as result in various forms of progressive paralysis. Numerous functional disorders of this organ are also traceable directly to the habitual use of alcoholic liquors. Locomotor ataxia, an almost hopeless malady, involving the brain and spinal cord, is very often the result of intemperance.
The blossom is a thorough index to the condition of the drunkard’s dilapidated body. To the eye of the physiologist, it tells the startling tale of the effects of alcohol upon the heart. When the drug is taken into the blood, it soon comes in contact with the nerve centers which govern the action of the heart. Its effects are the same as upon the other nerve centers. It paralyzes them, just as chloroform does the brain. Then the heart is like a steam engine without a governor, or a clock from which the pendulum weight has been removed. It runs down with wonderful rapidity. This effect is largely due, also, to the influence of alcohol upon the small blood-vessels; the nerves which control them becoming paralyzed, they become dilated or relaxed, and so afford less resistance to the action of the heart, allowing it to beat too rapidly. This increased action is most unfortunately mistaken for increase in strength on the part of the organ, when it is mere increase of action—wasted force. The amount of extra work done by the heart under the influence of liquor may be readily estimated. Dr. Parkes, by a series of careful experiments, found that the pulse of a man whose heart beat about 74 times a minute, or 106,560 times in twenty-four hours, when drinking only water, was, when under the influence of one ounce of alcohol per day, compelled to beat 430 times more in a day. Two ounces of alcohol per day caused an increase of 1,872 beats a day. Four ounces required 12,960 extra beats a day. Six ounces drove the pulse up to 18,432 extra beats, and eight ounces, to 25,488 unnecessary beats, or nearly one-quarter more than when taking only water.
It must not be supposed that the evils referred to are solely the result of the use of a large quantity of alcohol. Dr. Carpenter, the eminent English physiologist, is authority for the statement that the changes in the corpuscles and the fibrine of the blood take place when not more than one part of alcohol to 500 of blood is employed. Thus it will be seen that the very weakest wines are unsafe, since none of them contain less than three to five per cent. Even small beer would be capable of doing mischief in this way. It is apparent, then, that the only safe ground to take in relation to alcoholic liquors is that of total abstinence. Alcohol may be very useful as a chemical agent, occasionally convenient as a preservative, and possibly sometimes productive of good as a medicine, tho it may be doubted whether there are not better remedies which may well be substituted for it; but it is not only of no value as a food, but in the highest degree injurious if regularly used, even in small quantities.
J. H. KELLOGG, M.D
SIR ROBERT PEEL'S DAUGHTER.
Society has a way of avenging itself for the wrongs committed on the lowest of all its members. Sir Robert Peel gave his daughter a magnificent riding-habit on her nineteenth birthday, and, attired in the embroidered gown, she rode side by side with him in the parks of London. She had scarcely returned home before she was taken ill with the most malignant form of typhus fever, and in ten days was laid to rest in the church-yard. And the secret was very simple. The poor seamstress, in a garret in one of the slums, while she was embroidering that garment looked upon a husband shivering in the paroxysm of chills, and she took the half-finished garment and laid it over him; and the garment took up the germs of fever, and conveyed them from the hovel to the palace of the statesman. And so we are bound together in one bundle of social life, and if we neglect the poorest and the lowest, society will avenge itself in the destruction of the highest, richest, and most cultivated.—Our Dumb Animals.
OUR WORK AND WORKERS.
A NEW house of worship is being erected by the church at Onawa, Iowa.
ELDER W. W. STEWARD is conducting a series of meetings in the Baptist Church at Grangeville, Idaho.
ELDER L. JOHNSON reports the organization of a church of twenty members on the island of Gotland, in the Baltic Sea. A brother named Kahlström, who had been a teacher in the Swedish State church for over thirty-five years, but now rejoices in the truth, was ordained as elder of the new organization.
ELDER W. S. HYATT has retired from the presidency of the Kansas Conference to engage in labor in Battle Creek, Mich. Elder J. W. Westphal succeeds him as president.
THE brethren at Amery, Wis., are erecting a new house of worship. Since commencing the work four have been added to their number, and others have become interested in the truth.
THE Minnesota Worker notes the presence in Minneapolis of Elder I. H. Evans, president of the General Conference Association, and states that he was "on his way to California."
AT Sturgis, Mich., Brother H. C. Goodrich reports the baptism of eight persons October 23, and at a later date he reports seven other converts. One of these had been a very bitter opponent for some time.
OUR Helping Hand Mission at Milwaukee acknowledges receipt of 250 pairs of socks and stockings from Mr. W. W. Looper, of Kenosha, Wis., manager of the Chicago-Rockford Hosiery Co. Mr. Looper is president of the United Epworth Leagues of America, and is deeply interested in Helping Hand work.
BROTHER JOHN MCCARTHY reports to the Review very encouragingly of the work in Argentina, South America, the great demand being for laborers. Of the country he says: "The Argentine Republic is, beyond doubt, the most cosmopolitan nation on the face of the globe; here missionaries of every tongue could find work to do in their own language."
THE Helping Hand spirit has also taken hold of the Minneapolis brethren, and a mission has been established with the design to "go out quickly into the streets and lanes of the city, and bring in hither the poor, and the maimed, and the halt, and the blind," according to the Lord’s order. Luke 14:21. This is being done in several of the larger cities; now who is to "go out into the highways and hedges," and look after the needy in the rural districts? There is no end to the work till the Master returns.
ELDER SANBORN has taken up the work of canvassing for the SIGNS in Sparta, Wis., and finds it an excellent means of gaining access to the people. This paper is designed as a "pioneer" in the dissemination of the last message, and will do its work wherever it is fairly given the opportunity. A pioneer is one that goes before to prepare the way; but no instrument can act in that capacity if it be kept in the background. It is becoming more and more noticeable that success in the work follows promptly where the pioneer is given its proper place and is properly supported. Reports from various parts of the field stand in evidence of this fact.
A WORKER in a Michigan city tells of holding a street meeting one evening, when a drunken man came up and asked if anything could be done for him. He believed all that was said, but was drunk, and did not know what to do. Our brother took him by the arm and led him away to the shop of another brother. There he read some good promises from the Word of God, and prayed with the unfortunate man. The consequence was that he gave himself to the Lord, and, at the risk of losing his employment, accepted the Sabbath truth, and is an entirely changed man. "He works, keeps the Sabbath, and enjoys much of the blessing of God, even more than many who have known the truth for years."
THERE is one thing of which the opponents of our work seem to be especially afraid, and that is the Sabbath. It is the Sabbath of the fourth commandment that stirs up the greater part of the opposition to the work that is being carried on by Seventh-day Adventists. The advocates of the Sunday tradition can not bear to have its fallacy exposed. And those who would repair this breach in the law of God, are continually meeting the same opposition that befell our Saviour when he exposed the fallacy of Jewish traditions—when he showed that they made void the law by their traditions. A case in point is the experience of Brother N. L. McClintock at Terril, Iowa. He had the use of the M. E. Church for awhile, and then the minister wanted him to agree not to say anything on the Sabbath question. Of course he could not do that.
FROM CALIFORNIA TO HAWAII.
By W. C. WHITE
AFTER a few busy and very pleasant days spent with old friends at San Francisco, Oakland, St. Helena, and Healdsburg, I started north to take the Canadian-Australian steamer from Vancouver. There I was to meet the other members of our party, namely, Mrs. C. M. Dow, going to join her daughter and son-in-law, Dr. and Mrs. E. R. Caro, at Melbourne; Mr. and Mrs. Geo. T. Shannon, trained nurses on their way to Melbourne, and Mrs. Edith Hare Reekie, a trained nurse, going to Wellington and Sydney.
We were booked to sail on the Aorangi, September 8, but hearing that she was late in arriving, I ventured to stop off a day at Portland, and to spend Friday and Sabbath, September 10 and 11, with the little church at Victoria, B. C.
At Portland I was met by Captain Graham, of the Pitcairn, who took me to his home, where I heartily enjoyed a few hours' visit with the captain, Mrs. Graham, and Elder J. M. Cole, returned recently from Fiji, on account of sickness.
With change of climate and good medical care, Elder Cole is rapidly regaining his health, and will soon be ready to resume his work. He would like a year's training in a school of nursing before returning to the islands.
At the Portland sanitarium I met Dr. Hubbard and his assistants, and was pleased to observe that prosperity was attending their work, and that the owner of the buildings was enlarging them, and providing for ample bath-rooms.
Sunday morning, September 12, I found my party at the home of Brother James Dougan, 731 Harris Street, Vancouver. On their arrival at Vancouver, they had gone to a hotel, but as soon as Brother Dougan learned of their being there, he insisted on taking them to his home, where we all were entertained with most hearty hospitality.
Having been to considerable trouble and expense that we might sail on the Aorangi, which is the largest and best steamer of the line, we were greatly disappointed to learn that she would not sail till September 20, and that the Warrimoo, sent out first in her place, did not sail till the 16th, but these changes all proved to be for our advantage.
Because of the circumstances, we were permitted to go to Honolulu on the Warrimoo, and complete the voyage on the Aorangi. This gave us what we had so much wished for, an opportunity to spend a few days in the Hawaiian Islands. It also gave me opportunity to become acquainted with the service and accommodations of both ships, and to have several interviews with Mr. James Huddert, managing owner of the line, which will insure some special favors to our people traveling by this line.
At Honolulu we found our brethren hard at work, and making progress in spite of difficulties and perplexities.
The Chinese Schools.
Professor Howell is getting on well with his Chinese school. He is greatly devoted to the work, and the Lord has given him a love for his students. There are twenty-six boarding students, and nearly as many more who attend the night school.
The professor lives in a comfortable house, which in the olden time was the palace of Queen Emma. The living rooms are large and high. In one wing of three rooms is his office, and two school-rooms. About 100 feet away is another building of about eight rooms, which was built for the queen's servants. And this is the boarding-home of the day students. They have their own cooks, and are provisioned by the Chinese consul. Professor Howell collects all fees, and turns over to the consul that pertaining to board.
Professor Howell seems to have won the confidence of his students and their guardians. The feeling that it is small work to teach the simplest elements of true science to these large children has gone. In its place has come an intense desire to teach wisely the great fundamental truths of life and of progress.
Brother and Sister H. H. Brand, who began this school in Honolulu, went to Hilo as soon as they could after the arrival of Professor Howell, and are now building up a night school there. In a recent letter they report eighteen students, and promise of more. Brother Brand has recently leased for $6.00 a month two and a half acres of land on which there are 7 mango trees, 2 pipias, 2 Anoca pears, 5 rose apples, and 2 calabash trees, also a quarter acre of taro.—this evidently to help make a living, as the tuitions from students are small.
The Honolulu Sanitarium.
During our stay in Honolulu, we were entertained at the sanitarium. The prosperity of the work which was so apparent here last January, had been checked by the departure to the States of Dr. P. S. Kellogg, the physician in charge. It is always a serious matter for an institution of this kind to change physicians; and during the weeks after his departure, and before the arrival of Dr. Rand, the nurses carried heavy burdens.
But there are now evidences of returning prosperity, and the managers are showing considerable faith in the success of their work by sending for another helper, and planning to send out two of their nurses to engage in work among the poor and needy. The church is planning to cooperate with the nurses in Christian help work.
W. C. WHITE.
WHERE IS HE?
MRS. L. L. SHUDY, 314 Third Street, Santa Rosa, Cal., would like to know from any of the readers of the SIGNS who may be able to give information of the whereabouts of a lad Virgil D. Showalter, 14 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, fair complexion, who left his home in Clark County, Missouri, about six months ago.
TOUCH.
By Lucy E. Brown.
BY LUCY E. BROWN.
A living coal! And with its glow
It touched another coal, when, lo,
The dark form into radiance grew,
And light and cheer beamed forth anew!
A loving heart! And with its love
It touched another heart, which strove
With adverse waves on troubled sea,
When oars were plying heavily;
And lo, through rifted clouds Hope smiled,
And Love the weariness beguiled!
That living coal be mine to glow,
That loving heart be mine to show,
While earth has sorrowing hearts that wait
The opening of Redemption's gate.
