Earlier text: Self-Made Poverty“That the World May Believe.”
By W. N. Glenn
THIS is the object of all missionary work. This was the mission of the Lord himself when he left the glory that he had with the Father and humbled himself so far as to be found in the fashion of man, and became obedient unto the death of the cross. The Creator of the universe “so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him might not perish, but have everlasting life.” And the Son willingly gave himself, that the world through him might believe. He lived a holy life, leaving the world a perfect example, that there might be no mistake as to the duty and legitimate purpose of those who desire to be like him, and to engage in his work. The present is pre-eminently a time of missionary enterprise, and much effort is being put forth, and much thought exercised upon the problem of how best to further the missionary cause. And it is to be hoped that all effort in this direction will really be actuated by the one unselfish purpose—“that the world may believe,” to the glory of God. In this connection we deem it well to note one point in the Saviour's prayer for his disciples on the night of his betrayal. It is recorded in the seventeenth chapter of John. We must certainly believe that whatever the Lord earnestly prayed for is of vast importance. In this particular instance, he was careful to specify that he did not pray for those only who were present with him, but for them also who should believe on him through their word. The prayer was, “that they all may be one; as thou, Father, art in me, and I in thee, that they also may be one in us; that the world may believe that thou hast sent me.” Verse 21. Evidently, then, the Lord saw the good effect that the unity of his disciples would have upon the world, and from this we may learn that a divided state would have the opposite effect. The latter effect is especially manifested in the world to-day; there is nothing upon which the infidel and the skeptic harp so persistently, or with which Satan works so successfully, as the many divisions and antagonisms in the church. The Master's doctrine was that “a kingdom divided against itself cannot stand.” And the great “apostle to the Gentiles” set before them, “one Lord, one faith, one baptism.” All these things considered, it is safe to hold up union as a missionary lever. If it was in those days an important point in the work, it is more so now. The last missionary message is going to the church and to the world. If its votaries would have it heeded, they must show a united purpose and harmonious effort. Whatever prominence and success our work has attained hitherto is due, under the blessing of God, to the determined unity of those who have had faith in the message. There have been many obstacles to overcome; Satan has devised many schemes to introduce discord, and has at times succeeded in overthrowing the faith of some; but not one who has yielded to diversion from the united plans of the body has ever achieved anything for the cause—the onward progress has ever been through the labors of those who have stood side by side in the work. It has been through the efforts of this class that any measure of confidence has been gained from the world. As it has been, so it must be. The carefully matured plans of the body should be adopted by all. There is no room for selfish ambition in the work of the Lord. The plan of salvation was conceived in love and executed in self-sacrifice. It is this principle that must win the approbation of those we would bring into the fold; and only the united action of loving hearts and ready hands can keep such a light constantly shining before the world. W. N. GLENN. Los Angeles, Cal.
By M. C. Israel
WE close our meetings, that have been held on the camp-ground, on Sunday night, and expect to commence again Thursday night, June 19, in east Los Angeles, two miles and a half from the present location, on Truman Street, near Downey Avenue, on which the horse-cars run, making it convenient for persons to attend from this part of the city, and being also the most central locality there. The attendance here has not been large since the camp-meeting, but the same persons mainly have come regularly. Eight have signed the covenant, and five have been baptized, and others expect to be soon. There is also quite a number of interested readers who have been supplied with publications and papers by Brethren Swayze, Morton, and McElhany. Our work has been crippled by losing the services of Elder Healey, who has been confined to his bed for two weeks with typho-malarial fever. He is recovering slowly, but will not be able to assist any more in our meetings here. He will return to Healdsburg as soon as he is able. Elder Briggs has done the preaching since Elder Healey was taken sick. We will do the best we can to get the truth before the people, and ask an interest in your prayers that the Spirit of the Lord may attend the effort. The church at Los Angeles feel very much encouraged and are taking hold with a will to help in the work. Ten have recently been baptized. They have a good Sabbath-school of about fifty members. The Tract and Missionary Society take a club of fifty SIGNS and 200 Sabbath Sentinels. Several of the hotels and the library have purchased the SIGNS Binder and are being supplied by the Society with the SIGNS every week, also with the Sentinel. We feel encouraged for the work here. M. C. ISRAEL.
June 13, 1884. Prayer and Work.
By Grains of Gold
PRAYER and work belong together. The man who prays for his daily bread, and then sits down and expects that the loaves will roll up to him without any effort on his part to earn what he needs, will most likely starve. Prayer is good, and the man who sincerely prays to God for his daily bread, and then goes forward to earn it, will not attempt to get it in any dishonest or improper manner. No man can honestly pray for success in his business, and then follow a business that panders to men's vices and sins. Genuine prayer makes every man better who uses it, no matter how ignorant, poor or low he may be, and no matter whether he be a converted Christian man or not. The greatest good that comes to any man from prayer is that it brings him into harmony with God. Whoever gets there will be quite sure to work for God, in God's own way, as nearly as he can ascertain it, and will not be allowed by that God to suffer for any good thing. The power that made, preserves, and upholds the universe has ordained that prayer and work go together to bring man to his greatest happiness and greatest good, both for this world and the next. A Son of Wm. Miller.
By Editor
THE following, from Bro. James Sawyer, of the Chicago Mission, will be of interest to many of our readers:— A few days since we had the pleasure of having a visit from Langdon Miller, the son of Wm. Miller, of the 1844 movement. He remained at our rooms five hours and came expressly to see the friends of the cause. His conversation was mostly on the present truth. He is now seventy-two years of age. He thinks the work which his father did was in the order of Providence and was blessed of God. He is much interested in the SIGNS OF THE TIMES. He pointed to one article which particularly interested him. His words in regard to the First Angel's Message were inspiring to us. He said that his father's course of seventeen lectures at Boston, Massachusetts, in 1840-44, so interested the people that a book-seller said he sold more Bibles in a few days than he had before in five years. What unselfishness and trust in God were manifested in his life! He was once returning home to his family, and had preached a sermon in a village north of Troy, New York. The merchants and business men of the village became much interested and took up a collection for him, amounting to $200. Mr. Miller accepted only enough of the money to pay his stage fare from that place to his home. Mr. Langdon Miller says he would very much like to meet the friends who invited him to Battle Creek last fall, and on his way to visit his friends in Vermont this summer, he will try to visit that city. WHEN all Christians offer the tenth of their incomes in worship as regularly as they pray or praise, then the Lord's treasury will supply the wants of his servants. Some men are lovingly taught by providential dispensations, and we doubt not for the good of all. A layman in Indiana began to give to the Lord his portion when he began to work for himself. He found little difficulty so long as he made but little. But during the war he became partner in a hominy mill, which was kept busy night and day, so that his income was over two hundred dollars a day. Now came the trial. Shall I give over twenty dollars a day? The sum seemed so great, and his necessities and desires so growing and important, that he resolved that it was too much. The very night that his covetousness mastered him, he awoke to see his mill in flames! He lost the mill, but learned a most valuable lesson. He has never had any trouble about giving one-tenth since. Had this man known that circumstances cannot justify us in forsaking the principle of honesty to the Lord, he would have been able to resist the temptation. It is not every one that has his hominy mill burned, but such a disaster would be worth more to many Christians than millions of dollars.—Sel. FIFTY years ago a child dropped one cent into a missionary box. He was sowing a seed that was "less than all seeds." But it became a tree. A little tract that cost just that single cent fell into the hands of a young man, the son of a Burman chief, who was so anxious to know what it was about, that he traveled 250 miles to learn it. The Christian teachers taught him; and from the reading of that tract he arose with a new heart in his bosom, and went home with a basketful of similar tracts to distribute among his people. He was a man of influence, and crowds came to hear him talk and explain the gospel as he had learned it. In one year 1,500 natives were baptized as the result of his labors.—Western Recorder. "Why, mother dear, you don't suppose I would ever go into a saloon, or a gambling-den, or any such place, do you?" "No; my boy;" and she looked fondly at his handsome, refined face. "But you talk so much about temptation coming to boys. How could any one tempt me when I despise such things? You don't think any one could lead me into sin against my own will?" "You know so little of the world, George, that you cannot tell how temptation may come to you. It will probably come in some way which you least expect, for Satan loves to make his attacks deceitfully. He will try you when you are off your guard. Remember, my dear one, and always with watching and prayer, to keep on the alert against the enemy of souls." George was just prepared to enter college. He was a bright scholar and conscientious student, so it is unnecessary to add that he had so far successfully traveled the road towards a good education, and he was now looking forward with hope and ambition, full of determination still to so order his life as to be a credit to himself, a comfort and blessing to his mother, and a worthy follower of the Master to whose service he had given himself in his youth. He was full of boyish confidence in himself, and, while willing to listen to and respect his mother's cautions, sometimes felt that she was fearful overmuch. "I shall have a grand day, mother," he said gaily, wishing her good-bye one morning, "fishing and boating on the lake, and supper in the evening with the young college chaps. They are all older than I am, so it is very good of them to notice me so much." He found things as pleasant as he expected. Phil Archer was a young man belonging to the college he himself looked forward to entering, and he was much gratified at finding him disposed to treat him with great courtesy. He was manly, high-spirited, and gentlemanly—"exactly the kind of a fellow mother would wish me to make a friend of," said George to himself. He expressed himself a warm advocate of temperance, glancing with a disapproval equal to George's own at a saloon door from which a poor sot came staggering, with the remark, "What a shame to have such a blot on this beautiful lake shore!" He played the part of host at supper with an ease and polish which increased George's admiration of him. His manners were quiet and elegant. He talked well, and in every subject involving a question of right and wrong seemed enthusiastically ready to stand up for the right. Judge, then, of the amazement of his ardent admirer, when, supper being nearly over, he said to the waiter:— "You put that claret in ice when I told you?" The dainty glasses clinked musically as they were placed around the table, and soon the wine glowed in them like huge rubies. "Ho!" said one of the company, with a laugh, "I thought, Phil, you professed to be a temperance man." "I do," said Phil with a dignified air, "but I am not one of those who live in a hide-bound fear of imaginary evils. What is temperance, pray, but the temperate use of all the good things the good Lord has given us? What more harm is in this drop of light wine than in that bunch of grapes? Your good health." His glass was gracefully raised, and he presently bowed over it to George, in whose mind and conscience a great struggle was going on. What Arthur had said sounded so well and so reasonable—might there not really be two sides to the question? Surely the opinions of this bright young fellow were entitled to consideration. Low company, disreputable places, whisky, brandy, rum, and all their vile kin were to be shunned, but after all, what harm could be found in this shining drop of grape-juice, taken in the company of these well-bred young men? But just as Phil's frank eye met his, his mother's words flashed across his mind: "Your temptation will come as you least expect." How his reverence for his mother arose and increased! How keen had been her judgment in such matters! Here was his temptation—not in the glass of wine, but in his strong impulse to conform to the ways of those about him. He returned the bow, but without tasting the wine. "Won't you take wine with me?" said Phil, looking surprised. "You must excuse me," said George, firmly; "I never take it." "Ah! You are one of the teetotal sort, then? But of course I wish you all to do as you please here." There was a shade of contempt under the elaborate politeness, which was very cutting to George, coming from this person whose good-will he so desired to secure. But the strength which always comes through a victory over self came to him in large measure, as he sat and quietly listened to what went on about him, feeling, after the first moment of false shame, most thankful for the stand he had been enabled to take. He had met temptation in an unlooked-for shape, and had come off conqueror. He soon entered into the interests of the hour with renewed spirits, listening eagerly to a discussion on the merits of different societies in the college. Before long the discussion arose to a dispute, in which Phil and one other grew excited, carrying on with vehemence an argument in which appeared so little point on either side that George gazed in wonder at his admired friend. The intellectual face grew flushed and the eye beamed with an unnatural light. Sneering tones and coarse expressions soon followed, and Phil presently returned an answer to a simple inquiry by George in a manner so offensive as to cause the latter to start in anger from his seat. "Don't notice it," said Brand, a quiet boy at his side, speaking in a low tone. "He would not speak so if he were not excited by the wine." "What are you whispering about?" cried Phil, turning fiercely upon the speaker, being just then exasperated by something said by his opponent. "Only sneaks whisper—gentlemen never!"—at the same moment seizing one of the small glasses and flinging it at him. His unsteady hand missed its aim and it struck George, shivering to pieces, inflicting a slight wound on his forehead. He sprang up and was about to speak, but checking himself, quickly turned and left the room. Brand followed him out of doors, finding him choking with mingled feelings of indignation and disappointment. "Gentlemen!" he exclaimed in angry contempt, as he wiped away the blood, "this is a fitting mark that I have been in the company of gentlemen at a wine-supper? Why did I ever go among them?" "Don't regret it," said Brand earnestly; "let me tell you what you have done for me by being there. When my mother died, long years ago, she begged me never to taste liquor of any kind. I never have, but to-night the wine seemed so harmless and the company so good, and then I was ashamed not to do as the others did, and ashamed of such old-fashioned prejudices, and I should have drank it if you had not set me such an example. I believe this will be a turning-point in my life. Hear those fellows in there! No harm in wine, indeed! How long will it be, I wonder, before they are wanting a taste of something stronger? Let's go." In the quiet of the night, under the white moonlight, the two entered into solemn compact as soldiers of the Prince of Peace to fight the good fight against the temptations of the world, the flesh, and the devil. "I heard some one read a poem, once," mused George, as he walked home alone, "which had in it the idea that the angels in Heaven sometimes grieve that they never have had an opportunity of overcoming self for the Master's sake. I wonder if they ever do, and I wonder if they know anything about the joy of helping some one else to stand fast."—Sel. The shirker dabbles at his work,
Or leaves it quite undone,
And, in the hive of human bees,
Is but a sluggish drone;
And so, however high his rank,
No credit is his due,
Because he is not faithful
In the work he has to do. The worker, though, sits at his task
With steadfastness and vim;
Doesn't put it down and take it up
With every idle whim;
But sticks to it with all his strength,
Resolved to "pull it through."
And never rests until his work
Is done, and well done, too. 'Tis not the occupation, boys,
That ever makes the man;
But 'tis the doer gives his work
A low or lofty stand.
However "mean" the task may be,
The man 'twill ne'er degrade;
But if he do it faithfully,
A noble work 'tis made. So, boys, no matter what your rank,
Its duties never shirk;
But put your energy and will,
Your hands and brain to work,
And by your faithfulness and care
Add honor to your state.
"He who is faithful in the least
Is fit to rule the great." MR. GUTHRIE once told a story which was as suggestive of a moral as it was amusing. A friend of his, questioning a little boy, said: "When your father and mother forsake you, Johnny, do you know who will take you up?" "Yes, sir," said he. "And who?" said the friend. "The police," was Johnny's answer. Parents will do well to consider the truth there was in this reply. The parent who is too much occupied, or too selfish to look after the training of his child, need not be surprised to see the child come to serious harm. Turn him into the street to find his companionship and pleasure, because it costs time and patience and money to furnish him attractions at home, and if the police do not take him up, it may be owing to official negligence. Society, also, and the churches, may be reminded that if the number of bad men and bad women is not to multiply in the future as in the past, somebody must care for the forsaken children of unchristian households.—Zion's Advocate. ADVICE TO A YOUNG MAN.
By Burdette
And remember, my son, you have to work. Whether you handle a pick or a pen, a wheelbarrow or a set of books, digging ditches or editing a paper, ringing an auction bell or writing funny things, you must work. If you look around, my son, you will see the men who are the most able to live the rest of their days without work are the men who work the hardest. Don't be afraid of killing yourself with overwork. It is beyond your power to do that on the sunny side of thirty. They die sometimes, but it's because they quit work at 6 P. M. and don't get home until 2 A. M. It's the interval that kills, my son.—Burdette. Thou Shalt Not Bear False Witness
“Thou shalt not bear false witness.” A MAN in Lexington built a martin-box at his home on Main Street, which was taken possession of by a single pair of bluebirds, and while they were building a nest, the martins put in an appearance and laid claim to it. For several days, considerable skirmishing was carried on for its possession between the single pair of bluebirds and a pair of martins, the bluebirds invariably coming off victorious. Thus the matter stood, until one fine morning, about 6:30 o'clock, the attention of the neighbors was attracted to a congregation of hundreds of these birds, and it was evident from their manner that something unusual was to take place. There was more or less ill-feeling displayed on either side, but no decided outbreak until half an hour had elapsed after the first meeting. At the end of that time, the forces were marshaled on either side, and a general battle along the whole line commenced. It lasted for over an hour, and was carried on with a fierceness and vindictiveness never equaled by man himself. They paid no attention to the surroundings, but fell fighting at the feet of persons standing in the yard. The weather being pleasant, the windows in the house were raised, that the family might witness the conflict, but to their presence the birds paid no attention. Numbers of them passed through the windows, and several pairs of them were caught in the rooms fastened together. There were no cowards or shirks, but every bird seemed intent on doing his whole duty. In one hour the martins were beaten and retired from the contest, leaving the bluebirds in possession of the field. Now, the question to be solved is, by what means did these birds communicate to each other that a great battle was to be fought? That it was so understood, there is hardly room for a doubt, for, from the numbers gathered together, they must have been assembled for miles around.—Lexington (Ky.) Transcript. I HAVE known men to play while their wives were dying at home. Last season the stage manager in one of the chief theaters of New York had a wife and daughter. The daughter married. She was fragile, and the pains of approaching maternity compelled her, although in the profession, to throw up her work and retire to her bed. The stage manager had contracted rheumatic cold, and was likewise forced to take his bed. The wife and mother was in the ballet of one theater, the husband of the daughter was an actor in another theater. Night came; leaving the two invalids in the care of a young servant, the mother hurried to the ballet, and the husband, a comedian, to his fun and frolic. The illness of the daughter took a serious turn, and ere the husband could be summoned from his motley, or the mother from her peasant's dress, she passed from pain into unconsciousness, and before the morning dawned her spirit had gone, leaving her father racked with pain upon his bed in the adjacent room, a motherless babe crying upon the pillow, the husband crazed with disappointment and grief, and the mother worn to a shadow by watching, anxiety, and a divided duty. The next night came. Was the mother excused from her dance? Oh, no! She was a central figure. The management were sorry, but if she cared to retain her place she must perform her duty, so she left her dead daughter in one room and her husband in the next, and did her devoir like a woman. The husband, a man of experience, twice the age of his child wife, was the life and soul and humorous helm of a side-splitting play. Was he excused? Not at all. He had no under-study. It was the second week of the performance, and it was really essential that he should attend to his part, so he left his dead wife in one room and his suffering father-in-law in the other, and his little babe in the care of a wet nurse, borrowed for the occasion from a sympathizing neighbor, and never played so well in his life as he did that night.—Sel. ONE day a boy who was taking his first lesson in the art of sliding down-hill, found his feet in too close contact with a lady's silk dress. Mortified and confused, he sprang from his sled, and, cap in hand, commenced an apology. "I beg your pardon, ma'am; I am very sorry." "Never mind that," exclaimed the lady, "there is no great harm done, and you feel worse about it than I do." "But your dress is ruined. I thought you would be angry with me for being so careless." "Oh, no," she replied, "better to have a soiled dress than a ruffled temper!" "Oh, isn't she a beauty?" exclaimed the lad as the lady passed on. "Who, that lady?" returned his comrade. "If you call her a beauty, you shan't choose for me. Why, she is more than thirty years old, and her face is wrinkled." "I don't care if her face is wrinkled," replied the hero, "her soul is handsome, any how." A shout of laughter followed from which he was glad to escape. Relating the incident to his mother, he remarked: "O mother, that lady did me good. I shall never forget it; and when I am tempted to indulge in angry passions, I will think of what she said, 'better to have a soiled dress than a ruffled temper.'"—S. W. Christian Advocate. A RECENT traveler in Japan says: "They know how to cook rice here, and for the benefit of the grocers and consumers in the United States I investigated the matter. Only just enough cold water is poured on to prevent the rice from burning to the pot, which has a close-fitting cover and is set on a moderate fire. The rice is steamed, rather than boiled, until it is nearly done; then the cover of the pot is taken off, the surplus steam and moisture are allowed to escape, and the rice turns out a mass of snow-white kernels, each separate from the other, and as much superior to the soggy mass we usually get in the United States as a fine, mealy potato is to the water-soaked article. I have seen something approaching this in our Southern States, but I do not think even there they do it as skillfully as it is done here, and in the Northern States but very few persons understand how to cook rice properly. I am sure that if cooked as it is here the consumption of this wholesome and delicious cereal would largely increase in America." Mothers Should Not Neglect Themselves
Thousands of mothers slave, grow prematurely old, forget and neglect their own accomplishments, and drag themselves about as mere appendages, something between a nurse and a housekeeper, to a daughter too young to realize or appreciate the sacrifices made for her. It is every person's business to make, morally, mentally, physically, all of themselves possible, and this settling down at thirty-five and forty into an old woman, and taking a back seat, that the daughter may shine, is a mistake, and defeats the very end sought. There's often altogether too much done for children, and the chief result is that of making them helpless, dependent creatures. Girls’ Education in India
There are now 126,348 pupils in attendance at the schools for girls in India, while only a few years ago no woman was allowed to learn to read. BOOKS FOR BIBLE STUDENTS, SABBATH-SCHOOLS, AND THE HOME CIRCLE.
By Editor
THE following books have been selected with great care, and are highly recommended for general use. They ought to be in every Sabbath-school and family, and no library is complete without them. The commentaries and books of reference are the standard ones of our time. We have divided the list into four classes as follows:— COMMENTARIES AND REFERENCES.
Clark's Commentary (6 vols., sheep). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . $24 00
Barnes' Notes on the New Testament (11 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 16 50
“ “ “ “ Psalms (3 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 50
“ “ “ “ Isaiah (2 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 00
“ “ “ “ Daniel (1 vol.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 50
“ “ “ “ Job (2 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 00
Young's Analytical Concordance . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 25
Cruden's Complete “ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 75
The Comprehensive Bible Dictionary (sheep) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 6 00
“ “ “ “ (cloth). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 00
Dictionary of the Bible (American Tract Society ed.) . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Bible Atlas and Gazetteer . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 00
Hand-book of Bible Geography . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 50
Hand-book of Bible Manners and Customs . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 50
Horne's Introduction to the Study of the Scriptures . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 00
Prideaux's Connexion (2 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 00
Blunt's Coincidences and Paley's Evidences. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 50
The Temple and Its Services. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Jewish Social Life. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Old Testament Ethics Vindicated. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 50 HISTORICAL AND DESCRIPTIVE.
Geikie's Life of Christ (large print). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 75
“ “ “ “ (small print). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 75
Hanna's Life of Christ . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 00
Andrews' Life of Our Lord . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 00
Life of the Apostle Paul (C. & H.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
Sketches from the Life of Paul . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80
Palestine for the Young . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
From Exile to Overthrow, a History of the Jews . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Story of the Bible, for children, Illustrated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
Giant Cities of Bashan . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
A Ride through Palestine . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 2 00
Mt. Sinai, Petra, and the Desert . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80
Jordan and its Valley and the Dead Sea . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 80
Josephus' Antiquities of the Jews, Illustrated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 3 00
Dowling's History of Romanism (half morocco) . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 75
“ “ “ “ (cloth). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 4 00
D'Aubigne's History of the Reformation (5 vols. in one). . . . . . . . . . . . 1 50
Gibbon's History of Rome (6 vols.). . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 5 00
History of the Waldenses . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 90
Wharey's Church History . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 60
Sanctuary and Its Cleansing . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00 Bunyan's Pilgrim's Progress, Illustrated . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
Home Making . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
Week Day Religion . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
Every-day Duties . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 00
The Old Red House . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Records of S. V. S. Wilder . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
Muller's Life of Trust . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 50
David Livingstone . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 1 25
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