THERE are many good souls in this world who are always finding coldness, and opposition, and unappreciativeness, and trouble. Brother B. is a member of a church, and he complains of its coldness. The members do not speak to him, or they do it in a formal way, or they merely nod. Or if one speaks, he is an officer of the church or some society, perhaps, who wishes to solicit means some other time.
We ask this complaining soul: "Do you mingle with the members? Do you seek to greet each one or as many as you can before and after service?" And the reply is frequently something like this:—
"No, I don't. If they do not wish to speak to me, they needn't. If they can get along without me, I can get along without them. I'll show them that I am not dependent upon them. Why, I went over to the Anything Church the other day on Easy Street, and they seemed so glad to see me, so many shook hands with me, seated me well up in front, and asked me to come again; and I think I shall go."
"But do you think you will go there permanently, Brother B?"
"Well, I can hardly say that. I do not like their teaching in all respects. The Bible does not seem to be regarded as I was taught to regard it, and—well, I don't know."
"But, Brother B., did you ever think that you were a member of your own 'cold,' 'unappreciative' church? that you were a member of its members, a part of its body? that upon equal members obligations are mutual? that as a Christian, it is your duty to do unto others as you would that others should do unto you? Did you ever show yourself a warm-hearted brother to those around you? Did you ever stand in hearty approval of the plans laid or proposed for the pushing of the work, or were you in opposition to them, because of some imperfections of the human? Have you shown an appreciative spirit? We know that the elder is not perfect, nor the deacon, nor the Sabbath-school teacher; but do you not know that they have studied and prayed and labored hard to do their work in an acceptable way, despite the grumblers and critics? Have you shown that you appreciated their faithful effort and purpose?"
"Yes, there has been trouble in the church; but there was trouble on the Sea of Galilee and in the boat which bore the disciples one night of long ago. Satan was bound to destroy that boat and those who were in it; but Christ spoke, 'Peace, be still,' and there was a great calm. The old ship Zion is out on the tempestuous ocean of time. Satan is bound to destroy her and the souls within. He will bring the storms without, and raise fears and doubts and quarrels within. Now, Brother B., what are you doing? Are you speaking peace in Jesus' name? Or are you among the troublers?"
"Do you not know, Brother B. (and there are many in Brother B.'s family), that very, very much depends upon your attitude toward a matter or thing or cause? Place yourself in a right attitude toward God and His work and church. What did you enlist in God's army for? Was it for service or to be served? Did you wish to be a blessing to the church, or a burden? Did you elect to be among the drones in the hive, or among the workers? Did you think that others ought to furnish all the means and labor and the warmth and the handshakes and the smile of welcome or gratitude or appreciation, while you sat back among the sulkers and leaned instead of lifted, and absorbed instead of dispensed?"
"Put yourself on the other side, dear brother, and see what a change will be wrought. See how sun-shiny and warm the church will become. Let Christ in and thaw out your own soul, and warm up the cockles of your heart. Seek to be useful in helping, not worse than useless in hindering. Bless, and blessings innumerable will fall upon your pathway. Try it."
CHOOSING SEATS IN CONGRESS AND THE SENATE.
By Walter Wellman
[Walter Wellman, in October Success.]
WHEN a new congress meets there is a lottery for the choice of seats. The newest and freshest member from a backwoods district may be the lucky man to have his name drawn from the box by the blindfolded page and to have first choice of all the seats in the great hall. The veteran of half a score of congresses, a man of power and note, may be the last of the long line and forced to content himself with a perch in the extreme rear.
This is democracy with a vengeance, and of course it would never do for the aristocratic upper branch. There the senator who gets a good seat keeps it as long as he remains a senator. Such men as Allison, Hale, Hoar, Cullom, and others have sat all the way from ten to twenty-five years at one desk.
When an old senator with an advantageously located seat drops out through death or failure to secure re-election, some other senator from the rear applies for his seat and gets it, the rule being, "first come, first served." New senators are compelled to take the less desirable desks in the rear of the chamber, to await their turn for a chance at better ones.
Thus in the senate there is a slow but steady movement from the rear toward the front of the chamber,—a movement highly suggestive of the senatorial system based upon prerogative and precedence.
Even more striking is the method of assigning senators to places on committees. Here again prerogative is everything. If the chairman of a committee dies or leaves the senate the man of the majority political party who has served longest upon that committee becomes his successor. The rule is invariable, tho of course complications occasionally arise. If a senior committeeman is chairman of another important committee, he may be compelled to surrender one or the other.
IN LIFE.
In life, not death,
Hearts need fond words to help them on their way;
Need tender thoughts and gentle sympathy,
Caresses, pleasant looks, to cheer each passing day.
Then hoard them not until they useless be;
In life, not death,
Speak kindly. Living hearts need sympathy.
—Anon.
"JUST COMMON GOOD."
THERE is a story of a small boy who, having come to grief in his effort to do something extraordinary, wrote in his diary the resolution to "Try to be just common good all the time."
It is the "common good" that really counts for most, after all. The great events are rare, and the commonplaces are many—so many that they scarcely give place even to the few unusual happenings. Whatever of joy or sorrow sweeps through the house, they follow close in its train. After the wedding, after the funeral, after the terrible accident, somebody must pick up the scattered articles, begin to restore the wonted order, and set about getting dinner or supper for a humanity that must have its daily food whatever befalls.
Common, little, everyday offices, rendered by hands so familiar to the task that we seldom think to praise them for it, how much their faithful doing means! Our lives are not blessed, nor do we bless others or serve our Master half so much, by remarkable talents and rare heroisms as just by the uniform, common "goodness" of the common days.—Selected.
WHAT ONE GLASS OF RUM DID.
A SAILOR once spoke as follows to a large audience of people:—
“My friends, I don't know how to make a speech, but I want to tell you what one glass of rum did for me. I had a small vessel on the coast. My brother was the mate, and there were two other sailors. I had my wife and two children on board. One night it was stormy. My brother was to keep watch that night. The sailors persuaded him to take one glass of rum to help him through the night. He was not used to liquor. It overcame him, and he sank into a heavy sleep. I woke after midnight to find my vessel a wreck. I took one of the little ones in my arms, and my wife took the other. For hours we battled with the cold waves. After a long struggle the waves swept the little one from my embrace. Before long the other little one was swept from the arms of my wife, and our darlings were lost from us forever. We battled on with the storm and the waves. Then I looked at my wife, and she was cold in death. I struggled on, and made my way to the shore. Then I found that my wife, my children, and all I had in the world were snatched away from me by one glass of rum.”
KENTUCKY MOUNTAIN SCHOOLS.
By Ion Clifford
[Ion Clifford, in the Pilgrim.]
ONE of the chief difficulties with the district schools in the Kentucky mountains, according to the testimony of the teachers themselves, lies in the indifference, not the poverty, of the parents. The majority of the latter neither read nor write, and are often actually averse to the education of their children. Thus, a school district including about a hundred children will frequently give an average attendance of not more than thirty scholars, and to increase the number practically means to educate the parents into seeing the value of a school at all. The man who goes out to his day's work with ax at side and rifle on shoulder, as all his ancestors have done before him, questions the utility of confining his child for months to a laborious struggle with book and pencil, especially if he has to buy the latter. This sentiment, or lack of sentiment, is the bane of the educator who strives to lift up the standard of his profession here, and to this condition, together with the faulty teaching prevailing in the schools themselves, is being attributed more and more the lawlessness and crime that have made these mountain regions notorious and given them the undisputed right to the title, won in the first chapter of their history and never since reversed, "The Dark and Bloody Ground."
DO NOT URGE YOUR CHILD.
If your child can not concentrate its mind or commit to memory without great difficulty, or if it seems backward, do not urge it to study. No development which is forced is natural or normal. The mind may be developing unevenly. When the brain cells are more fully developed and the nerve cells more mature, the faculties will balance and the child will become normal, evenly developed. But he must be encouraged instead of being discouraged, for otherwise the result may be disastrous. It is cruel to keep telling a child that he is dull or stupid, or that he is not like other children. The discouraging pictures thus impressed upon his plastic mind will cling to it and become indelible in the brain of the man, and handicap him for life.—Success.
BROUGHT OUT.
By M. Taylor
"He brought us out from thence that He might bring us in."
Deut. 6:23.
OUT of the distance and darkness so deep,
Out of the settled and perilous sleep;
Out of the region and shadow of death,
Out of its foul and pestilent breath;
Out of the bondage and wearying claims,
Out of companionship ever with stains:—
Into the light and the glory of God,
Into the holiest, made clean by blood;
Into His arms—the embrace and the kiss—
Into the scene of ineffable bliss;
Into the quiet and infinite calm;
Into the place of the song and the psalm.
Wonderful love, that has wrought all for me!
Wonderful work, that has thus set me free!
Wonderful ground, upon which I have come!
Wonderful tenderness, welcoming home!
Out of disaster and ruin complete,
Out of the struggle and dreary defeat;
Out of my sorrow, and burden, and shame,
Out of the evils too fearful to name;
Out of my guilt and the criminal's doom,
Out of the dreading, the terror, the gloom:—
Into the sense of forgiveness and rest,
Into inheritance with all the blest,
Into a righteous and permanent peace,
Into the grandest and fullest release,
Into the comfort without an alloy,
Into a perfect and confident joy.
Wonderful holiness, bringing to light!
Wonderful grace, putting all out of sight!
Wonderful wisdom, devising the way!
Wonderful power, that keeps me to-day!
Out of the horror of being alone,
Out and forever, of being my own;
Out of the hardness of heart, and of will,
Out of the longings which nothing can fill;
Out of the bitterness, madness, and strife,
Out of myself, and of all I call life:—
Into communion with Father and Son,
Into the sharing of all that Christ won;
Into the ecstasies full to the brim,
Into the having of all things with Him;
Into Christ Jesus, there ever to dwell,
Into more blessings than words e'er can tell.
Wonderful lowliness, draining my cup!
Wonderful purpose, that ne'er gave me up!
Wonderful patience, that waited so long!
Wonderful glory to which I belong!
—M. Taylor.
THE SIGN OVER THE DOOR.
By Mrs. J. N. Anderson
BY MRS. J. N. ANDERSON.
OUT in the country two or three miles from the village of San-li-tien, we came across a home having over the entrance of its enclosure, in large Chinese characters, this inscription: "May the great truth come to this door."
It is quite common for these people to express their wish for the New Year in proverbs over the doors of their dwellings. Such expressions as, "May riches enter here," "May peace reign within," "May the five blessings [long life, riches, a sound body, love of virtue, and a peaceful end] enter this door," are common.
The house referred to was much like the other dwellings of the fertile plain, with walls of sun-dried brick and mud, sheltered by a thatched roof of rice straw laid on bamboo rafters.
Inside were all the necessities of this simple country life, despite the absence of a floor. As usual, no flue had been provided the big brick stove, where the two daily meals were cooked over a fire fed with twisted straw, and the interior walls and the roof were brown with smoke.
An atmosphere of thrift and neatness prevailed, not common in these homes, while the blue cotton garments and white cloth stockings of the inmates were cleanly beyond what one might expect under such circumstances.
But, as might be known from the mute witness over the gateway, these temporal things were not the chief concern of the occupants of this home, or, at least, were not so with the wife, who at her first visit related her experience to the missionary.
She said that her husband was a very good man, and, altho she had never borne him a child, yet he never scolded her, and they lived in peace. Still, being childless, she felt that she really had nothing to live for, and wished to die.
Sometime last summer a portion of Scripture had fallen into her husband's hands, and, through his reading, the suggestion of a new and fuller life had come to her. But how to obtain it, how to follow to its source this ray of light, was what baffled her.
She could not read, and her husband would not be troubled to grant her earnest request to hear all that the book contained. Besides, some things she did hear were so foreign to her mind that she could not believe that she understood aright. She did so earnestly desire to know of this heavenly doctrine, as she called it, that she had committed to the arch of the gateway the longing she knew not how to satisfy.
No one who was present to see how eagerly she pressed to the side of her new teacher, gazing almost rapturously into her face as she read from the beautiful words of Jesus, her own large expressive countenance radiant with the light kindling within her soul, and saw how tenderly she stroked the New Testament given to be her very own, could for a moment doubt the sincerity of her words.
Long ago she and her husband had ceased to worship idols directly, but, knowing no better way, had sent out their petitions to earth, sea, and sky, into the vast universe of the vaguely known, in search of the Great Unknown. Feeling after God, she had found Him, and now, past the meridian of life, for the first time she knelt in reverent thankfulness before the Creator of earth, sea, and sky.
At the second visit a number of women from the neighboring villages and hamlets flocked into the house, eager to see the foreigners. They chatted like magpies, and were interested in our speech, our clothing, our complexion, everything but our teaching. The hostess remonstrated with them, begging them to hear the good Book.
"O, we do not understand her words," they said. "But if you really desire to know, you may know," she replied. "Your hearts will be opened to understand. I understand all that she speaks."
As the interruption continued, we decided to go on to the next village. Taking in the situation, she whispered to the missionary, "Please stop when you come back. They all will have gone to the dragon show in the city, and we can be quite alone."
As we left the village to return, we could see her in the distance, standing by the winding path through the fields, watching for our coming. As our wheelbarrow which carried the children came to a halt before her door, she, with the friend whom she had called to share in our visit, escorted us into the house, and, seating themselves, one at the side and the other on a stool directly in front of my companion, signified their readiness to hear. When the reading was over, we all bowed together on the beaten earth with the smoky rafters overhead, but the King of glory came in.
Perhaps we in more enlightened lands often pray for God to bless His workers in foreign fields, and even for the poor heathen themselves, but they are far away across the sea, and at best the prayer is but general.
It is in such experiences as these that our sympathies are quickened, and we are awakened to find that that distant heathen is our own lost sister, possessed of the same spiritual longings and capable of the same mental suffering that we ourselves have known.
The story of the Cross inspires in her the same joyous faith with which our own hearts are blessed. No more faithful or devoted Christians may be found than these confiding Chinese women become when once their apparent childishness gives place to the simplicity of faith.
Hongkong, China.
SOME GRAVE MISSIONARY PROBLEMS.
By Arthur T. Pierson
[Rev. A. T. Pierson in Missionary Review of the World.]
Obstacles at Home.
(Concluded.)
(3) LET us look a moment at the Carnal Spirit, which means the spirit of self-indulgence in all its breadth and length. This may be illustrated in two ways: First, by the comparative cost of missions and of other expenditures, even in Christian communities. Taking $1,000 as the basis of the estimate, it is reckoned that we spend annually on schools, $30; on footwear, $60; on cotton goods, $65; on woolen goods, $75; on meat, $100; on breadstuffs, $150; kid gloves and feathers, $20; on tobacco, $200; on drink, $300. To state it differently, out of every $1,000, we spend for food, $218; clothing, $250; ostrich plumes, $2; education, $30; tobacco and rum, $500; missions, $2. Our gifts to missions are, therefore, but $2 out of $1,000—as much as the ladies give for ostrich plumes! If this does not reveal appalling extravagance on the one hand, it certainly does show appalling parsimony on the other. And, if expenditure for God's work is to be estimated by comparative outlay, this is a reproach and a shame. It may be said that this is an estimate of money as expended, not by Christians, but by society at large, in Christian lands. Yet no disciple of Christ can prayerfully consider this tabulated statement without being impressed that even devout believers can not exculpate themselves from responsibility for such conditions of things. If they do not in this case always lead the way, they are too prompt to follow where others lead.
Another illustration of the carnal spirit is suggested in the following relic of one of the most godly men and ministers of the Scotch Church. Dr. Andrew Bonar once made a quaint analysis of the zeal of the preacher. He reckoned that out of one hundred ounces, personal ambition had twenty-three; love of praise, nineteen; denominational pride, fifteen; pride of talent, fourteen; love of authority, twelve; bigotry, ten; while love of God might claim four, and love to man as man, three.
The late Dr. A. J. Gordon, of Boston, was studying the subject of comparative expenditure, even in the churches. He made careful investigation as to the conditions of churches within, say, a radius of twenty miles from the Clarendon Street church in Boston, and he found that the amount of money annually expended for organs, choirs, and other musical performances, averaged ten times as much as the whole sum given in these churches to missions—and published his own statement to that effect. We have personally known facts in our own observation that fully sustain this statement of Dr. Gordon's.
(4) The Secular Spirit. By this we mean the constant tendency and temptation to magnify what is temporal and visible over that which is eternal and invisible. This seems to be the special form of temptation against which we are warned as that which comes through the world. The flesh seems to represent innate depravity and carnality. The devil seems to stand for lies and wiles, or denial of truth and a delusive and subtle evasion of duty; but the world represents the temporal and visible order, good and desirable, but oftentimes an obstacle and hindrance to the clear vision of things spiritual and divine.
Nothing is, perhaps, more fatal to a true missionary13spirit than the secular spirit. For example, the spirit of what we call modern enterprise has never yet found its way into missions, certainly not since apostolic times. There have been what we might call spurts and starts in this direction, but no steady, faithful, onward and upward movement. For example, it is now more than fifty years ago since Dr. Angus, of London, made the proposition in his famous missionary sermon, that the Christian church should put men enough in the field, and set apart money enough for the work, to evangelize the world in the course of the half century then remaining. He demonstrated, mathematically, that the church was strong enough, numerically, to supply the men and women by giving one out of a hundred to the direct work, and financially abundantly able to supply all the money by giving one out of every hundred dollars of income. His proposition was not only never seriously followed, but it was laughed at as an impossible scheme. Yet it is perfectly obvious that there was nothing in it either unreasonable or impossible.
In the time of Esther, when Ahasuerus wished to reach the uttermost part of his empire in the shortest possible time, in order to save the Jews, the queen's people, from destruction, he had a proclamation translated into every language of his empire, and the swiftest posts carried it to its bounds within nine months, and yet he had none of the facilities of the printing-press, steam transportation, or electric telegraph; and his empire was probably fifteen hundred miles in one direction by three thousand in the other. There were three such proclamations successively sent forth by him in his empire, and this fact seems to be recorded that a lesson might be put permanently before the Christian church as to the possibility of the "evangelization of the world in a single generation."
(5) The Scientific Spirit. We do not mean that there is anything necessarily antagonistic between science and Christianity; of course not. True science is as truly divine truth as revelation; but scientific theories and facts are different things, and scientific inferences are sometimes strangely delusive and misleading. For example, there is a tendency in our day to carry Herbert Spencer's philosophy of evolution into Christianity and even Christian work. The basis of evolution is, of course, development and survival of the fittest, and the effect of this, when carried into Christianity, is to make the Bible nothing but a book which marks a peculiar stage in the evolution of revealed truth; to make Christ only a personal factor, representing also a stage in the evolution of manhood toward perfection; and to make all heathen religions steps and stages in a final evolution of a perfect religious system. With this philosophy permeating Christian missions, the heart of Christian endeavor is paralyzed. We may let the heathen alone. Why not? They will come out all right in the end, and it is not probable that we can do much even to hasten this slow process which, like other evolutions, takes ages to accomplish.
REMARKABLE WORK AMONG THE ALASKAN INDIANS.
A CORRESPONDENT of the Union Signal, writing from Washington, D. C., tells of a meeting of the Woman's National Indian Association, at which Dr. Sheldon Jackson, of Alaska, delivered a stirring address. He graphically portrayed the work being done for God in that far northern region, and told of the wonderful results following the efforts of the faithful missionaries.
Around the shores of the eastern end of Kotzebue Sound, and just north of the Arctic circle, are a number of villages of the Arctic Eskimos. Here there is a Quaker mission, and a resident missionary has written Dr. Jackson of a wonderful meeting held last July on the shores of the sound. After an hour's talk of Jesus by the shores of Galilee seeking the lost, one after another of the adult Kotzebues came forward, saying, "Me want this Jesus," until the whole tribe had surrendered themselves to God. They have ever since given genuine evidence that "old things have passed away, and all things have become new."
They were extravagantly given to the drinking of whisky and the use of tobacco—even the little children being habituated to its use. Since that memorable meeting all tobacco and whisky has been absolutely done away with, and when, twice since, schooners loaded with whisky and tobacco sailed up the sound expecting, as heretofore, to reap a rich harvest, not a pint of whisky nor a pound of tobacco was landed. These people, living beyond the Arctic circle, away from everything we deem essential to civilization, said: "No more tobacco, no more whisky; we God's men."
THE INTERNATIONAL PUBLISHING ASSOCIATION.
By E. T. Russell
THE object of this association is to print, purchase, and sell religious, health, and educational literature throughout the United States in the German, Danish-Norwegian, Swedish, and other foreign languages. Thus it will be to these different nationalities represented in the denomination what the Review and Herald Publishing Company and the Pacific Press Publishing Company are to the English-speaking people.
The association has purchased and fitted up a building at College View, Neb., as economically as possible, in which to do their work. In this they have set an example that is commendable. In fact, no means has been expended unnecessarily for outward show, yet they have a good, neat, commodious plant in which to do their work. They need $6,000 on or before April 1 in order to meet certain obligations and be prepared to do efficient work.
Cut of the Office of the International Publishing Association, at College View, Nebraska.
For years our foreign brethren have contributed liberally to conference and institutional work. Our sanitariums and publishing houses represent the sweat, toil, and sacrifice of these brethren as well as the English brethren. In times of necessity they have shared our denominational burdens, and when appeals have been made for means with which to assist any worthy enterprise, they have responded liberally. The money that has been used thus far in the work of the International Publishing Association has been donated by our foreign brethren. They have taken hold of the work nobly, and we feel assured that they will continue to lift with heart and hand until the work is done. Shall we not assist them by a liberal contribution Sabbath, February 6? I am sure this will be pleasing to the Lord. May the Lord stir the hearts of our brethren to abound in the grace of giving at this time for the benefit of this needy enterprise.
E. T. RUSSELL,
Chairman International Pub. Ass'n.
OUR WORK AND WORKERS.
By Editor
THE address of Pastor M. S. Babcock is 2200 Chestnut Ave., Newport News, Va.
DURING the week of prayer two members were added to the church at Mill Creek, Wis.
ONE of our laborers in Cleveland, Ohio, writes that two have accepted "present truth" recently from reading our periodicals.
THE nurses of our sanitarium in Buffalo, N. Y., are maintaining a Sabbath-school in what is called "the poor section of the city."
THE brethren at Marshfield, Wis., have started the new year with renewed courage, having purchased a commodious house of worship.
A SABBATH-SCHOOL with a present membership of eighteen has been organized at South Madison, Wis., besides the sanitarium Sabbath-school.
MEETINGS recently held at Cove Creek, N. C., by Brethren R. T. Nash and George Crawford, have resulted in the addition of eight to our ranks.
THE sad news comes from Nyassaland, Africa, that Brother Joseph Watson, who went to that country as a missionary last winter, has already been laid to rest.
THE regular attendance at the new Iowa Industrial School, located at Stewart, is reported at seventy-four, with an enrolment of eighty-five. The second term opened on the 27th ult.
A NOTE from Brother F. N. Conway reports the baptism of thirteen candidates on a recent Sabbath, at Perry, O. T., making twenty in all since their camp-meeting in the fall. He also reports success with the special SIGNS.
ONE boy, Daniel Gladden, who signs himself "Your SIGNS Boy," is determined to make a success selling the SIGNS OF THE TIMES. By faith, tact, perseverance, he will succeed. He surely has a glad, good name to start on.
WRITING to the Mission Board of a tent effort in Argentina, Brother J. W. Westphal reports the baptism of fifteen candidates during a four weeks' meeting. Another report from Brother N. Z. Town tells of the conversion of fifty persons in one place.
IN the Workers' Bulletin Brother G. H. Skinner reports that at Whittemore, Iowa, he was invited by the Methodist minister to occupy his pulpit on a Sunday morning, and also to preach for him in the afternoon at a country charge. He has secured the Baptist Church there for a series of meetings.
ATTENTION is called to the fact that on the first Sabbath in February, there will be a collection taken in all the churches to aid the work of the International Publishing Association. This collection was recommended by the General Conference Council, and is a worthy object. See notice by Brother E. T. Russell, chairman of the association.
A CANVASSER's institute, commencing March 1 and continuing four weeks, will be held at Trezevant, Tenn. Brother George W. Rich, field agent, expresses the hope that some of the brethren from the North may be impressed to come down and help along the work in that needy field. Any one desiring information is invited to correspond with the Southern Publishing Association, 1025 Jefferson Street, Nashville, Tenn.
THIS testimonial concerning our "Capital and Labor" issue is from Brother Wm. Covert, president of Wisconsin Conference: "Three days ago I saw a brother who said that four persons in their city in one hour sold 175 copies of the special SIGNS. Five brethren sold 250 copies in the city of Boston, the evening after the Sabbath, December 26. One brother in Wisconsin writes me that he received fifty copies, which he sold in half an hour, and wished that he had taken more. I am told by those who know, that the date on the SIGNS does not hinder very much in its sale. Why not sell many more copies in the State of Wisconsin? I am sure it could be done. This paper is doing an immense amount of good. I do not know of anything that could be done to accomplish so much good with so small an effort as to continue selling this number of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES during the next month or two. Please try it.
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