Several papers have expressed the opinion that the death of Queen Victoria will have the effect of more closely uniting the various European governments in bonds of peace. The theory is based upon the fact that the queen was a lover of peace, and the gathering of so many representatives of other governments at her funeral will tend to strengthen their sympathies for each other in a common sorrow.
However, the argument is not logical. It is hardly reasonable to suppose that the death of a peace-loving sovereign of such wide influence would be more potent for the promotion of peace than her life has been. The history of the past two years manifests anything but a spirit of peace in the world, notwithstanding the peaceful disposition of the most respected of earthly rulers. Just how her death can brighten the prospect is somewhat mysterious. It is said the queen was opposed to the war in Africa, and since she was powerless to prevent it while living, it is difficult to see how her death could prevent like disturbances, or like combative tendencies on the part of her statesmen and people. She seems to have been powerless—if indeed inclined—to prevent the war of the allied powers in China, or even to keep her own government out of it during her lifetime, and shall we suppose that her demise will in any degree increase her influence for peace? Unless we are prepared to admit the latter proposition, we must rather look for more turbulent times because of her decease.
The theory of prospective peace because of the death of a peaceful ruler over so large a portion of the human race, sounds very much like a cry of, Peace, peace, when there is no peace in sight or in prospect. Neither the signs of our times nor the prophetic Word hold out any legitimate hope of an era of peace on earth, until the King of peace and of righteousness shall Himself come to establish it.
G.
Question Corner
1127. WHY LIMITED.
“Why was not the meteoric shower of 1833 visible over a greater part of the earth’s surface, if it was to be a sign of Christ’s coming? A. A. A.”
Special signs of the approach of Christ’s coming and kingdom are the darkening of the sun and moon, and the falling of the stars. These events were to begin to occur “in those days [1260, A.D. 538 to 1798] after that tribulation,” “immediately after the tribulation.” Mark 13:24; Matt. 24:29. The tribulation of those days ended in 1776. The days ended in 1798. The darkening of the sun occurred May 19, 1780, visible throughout Eastern America. The darkening of the moon occurred the night following. A great meteoric shower occurred, visible in Europe, in November, 1799. The greatest ever recorded occurred Nov. 13, 1833, visible in America and over a large part of the Atlantic Ocean.
The cause of God and the center of living, witnessing religion have been girdling the earth by moving westward, following the course of empire. Hence in God’s plans these three great prominent signs were especially marked in “Time’s greatest offspring” among the nations. Wherever seen they were regarded by many as precursors of the great day.
More than this: The seeing of these things must not be confined to the visible view of the occurrence itself. But few comparatively see any of the great extraordinary sights in the heavens. The seeing of Matt. 24:33 and parallel passages is in the light of the predictions of the Word, as proclaimed in the Lord’s last message to the world. Only to those who thus see these signs are they truly heralds of His coming. Given in the light of prophecy, they are a twofold witness that Christ’s coming is near. The one witness, the prophetic Word; the other, the signs themselves; the two brought together in the Lord’s last message.
1128. E. H. Forgiveness.—To truly forgive is not a matter of words, but of spirit, of heart, of disposition, which Christ alone can give. We are to hold forgiveness toward him who has wronged us. Whether we should go to him and say, “I forgive you,” before he has asked it, is another thing. If he had hard feelings against us, and felt stubborn and rebellious, it probably would make matters worse to say, “I forgive you.” He would probably say, “Who asked your forgiveness?” But if he were all broken in penitence, fearing yet longing to ask, it would be well at least to let him know by act or word that we forgive. The Christian, he who knows and cherishes Christ’s forgiveness, forgives whether he says it or not. The saying is another thing. It should be said if asked for; if not asked for, the saying of it is a question. If never asked for, it should ever be held in readiness.
1129. V. A. Rev. 20:10; 14:11.—These texts mean utter destruction. See Bible Students’ Library No. 111, “Tormented Forever and Ever.” Price, 1 cent. There will be articles on this subject in this paper before many weeks.
1130. Matt. 25:46.—It means everlasting cutting off from life. See answer to question 1129.
1131. Dr. Young’s. Women in the Church.—It is impossible in this department to give an exposition of 1 Cor. 14:34-40. But note (1) that God has used women in a public capacity in all ages to His glory (Ex. 15:20; Judges 4:4-10; 5:1-31; 2 Kings 22:13-20; Luke 2:36-38; John 20:17, 18; Acts 18:2; Rom. 16:1, 3; Acts 21:9; etc.); (2) that in the original creation woman was not made an inferior, not a helpmeet, but a help meet, fit, for the man, one to be his companion, taken neither from his head nor his feet, but his side (Gen. 2:18, 21-24; Mark 10:6, 8); (3) that woman’s inferiority has come from the original sin; from her lack of physical strength; from her burden in child-bearing; from the degraded positions which heathen nations have assigned her; and where this is stated in the Gospel it states not God’s idea, but what is (1 Cor. 14:34; 1 Tim. 2:11, 12); (4) that it is the purpose of the Gospel to restore her to the primal conditions (Gal. 3:28); (5) that the apostle in 1 Corinthians 14 is reproving disorder, evidently of which the converted heathen women were guilty, resulting in a shameful course on their part and confusion in the church; (6) but that by this instruction the apostle did not mean to prohibit women speaking, is shown by the fact that he gives instruction in the same Epistle as to how such women should appear (1 Cor. 11:5-15); (7) The conclusion is therefore inevitable that the apostle was rebuking all women who did not know that true Christian conduct is modest, humble, not usurping authority over man, or indeed over the church at all; but to be willing learners of those best fitted to fill important positions. Read the passage again in the light of these suggestions, asking the guidance of His Spirit.
1132. O. W. Acts 10:11-16.—Whatever repeal of ancient laws concerning food God has given, the passage in question is no proof either way. Peter was a Jew, and abhorred Gentiles as he did unclean animals; and God took the strongest possible object lesson to teach His servant that he “should not call any man common or unclean.” Acts 10:28; 15:8, 9. Why make the lesson to mean something different from what the Lord taught Peter? There is no contradiction in the Word over the matter, though men may disagree concerning a text. There are no absolute prohibitions against the use of flesh foods of all sorts in this dispensation. God would not bind all the Gentile Christians by the ceremonial Levitical laws, because many would be in those positions where it would be impossible not to technically transgress them. But He has pronounced certain food the best, certain animals unclean because they were unclean, and this is sufficient for him who desires to eat and drink to God’s glory, and not to a debased appetite. 1 Cor. 10:31.
TREASON!
By C. P. Bollman
[C. P. Bollman, in Sentinel of Liberty.]
PATRICK HENRY, “the slovenly and awkward youth, in leather knee-breeches and a homespun coat,” was speaking in the Virginia House of Burgesses in 1765—eleven years before the signing of the Declaration of Independence. He had introduced a series of resolutions which “declared that the House of Burgesses and the Executive had ‘the exclusive right and power to lay taxes and imposts upon the inhabitants of this colony;’ and that, consequently, the Stamp Act, and all other acts of Parliament affecting the rights of the American colonies, were unconstitutional and void.”
In urging the adoption of his resolutions, young Henry said: “Caesar had his Brutus, Charles the First his Cromwell, and George the Third”—“Treason!” cried the speaker, “Treason, treason!” echoed from every part of the house—“may profit by their example! If this be treason, make the most of it!” concluded the fearless orator.
But even as long ago as 1765 arraigning the acts of the government was not treason. Until 1352 such language might, under the laws of England, have been deemed treasonable, for under Edward II. “there was no man who knew how to behave himself, to do, speak, or say, for doubt of the pains of such treason.” There was, therefore, no such thing as freedom of speech even in the House of Commons.
But “the famous Statute of Treason” (25 Edw. III., st. 5, c. 2) defined the crime, limiting it to overt acts, so that an Englishman could no longer be “made an offender for a word,” nor could he be hanged for opinion’s sake.
But much as the statute of Edward III. was an improvement over the English common law on the subject of treason, it was still too comprehensive to meet the views of the liberty and justice-loving founders of this government; hence, when the Constitution was framed, it was declared that “treason against the United States shall consist only in levying war against them, or in adhering to their enemies, giving them aid and comfort.”
To safeguard still further the rights of the people, the first amendment expressly provides that “Congress shall make no law . . . abridging the freedom of speech or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.”
These provisions were wise, then. They are needed none the less now. The cry of “treason” has always been a favorite argument with those who had a case to sustain but little or no reason or justice with which to sustain it. It has been invoked by both politicians and ecclesiastics, by both Church and State.
Only a few years since Rev. Robert Patterson, D.D., said of the Sunday institution, as by law established:—
“It is the right of the state to protect by law such a fundamental support of government. This attack on the Sabbath is treason against the very foundations of government. As such, let it be resisted by every American citizen. The American Sabbath is essential to American liberty, to our republic, and to God’s religion.”
Only a few days since a leading senator of the United States denounced as treasonable a petition from 2,006 Filipinos, praying for redress of grievances.
Such incidents are indicative of the trend of the times. Human nature has not changed. Men are by nature just as intolerant now as they were in the time of Edward II., and the people need to be just as jealous of their liberties now as were the fathers of the republic when they wrote into the great national charter, the Constitution of the United States, an enlightened and reasonable definition of treason, and a guarantee of free speech and the right of petition.
PROTECTED CRIME.
By T.
The papers are full of talk about protected crime. Editors denounce it, ministers discuss and decry it, and cartoonists make fun about it, but still it goes on. There is a sentiment expressed that if crime can only be disclosed and the public have a chance to see it, the sentiment will become so strong against it that it will be crushed out. But investigations are going on in some of the Eastern cities almost continually, and in courts and before committees it is being proven again and again that crime of the most shameful character is allowed to go on unmolested thru the bribing of the police and other officers of the law. The California Legislature now in session has appointed a special committee to investigate the criminality that is protected in the city of San Francisco.
It has only been a little while since Bishop Potter said to a New York audience that they wanted a strong committee to take hold of the vice and crime in that city, something after the plan of the committee of 25,000 in San Francisco. It must come as quite a blow to the bishop to learn that this famous committee of San Francisco has been so inoperative or so powerless that vice has become so rampant that it is necessary for a legislative committee to be appointed to try to cope with it.
There is just this good that can possibly come out of these investigations, they show the evil, they reveal that what the Bible has foretold is actually coming to pass, but they do not remedy. As has been frequently pointed out in this paper, the Word of God plainly tells that the last days will be made perilous because of the vices and the crimes that men will be absorbed in. Will a knowledge of these things lead men to see that the world is not getting better, but that, as the Word tells us, it is getting “worse and worse”? We should school ourselves to look at facts and not to hold to theories, no matter how pleasing, that the facts will not warrant.
T.
MAINE'S LIQUOR SALES.
THE daily papers are going thru their annual parade of the amount of liquor sold by the State agencies of Maine, to demonstrate the “failure of Prohibition” in that state.
Those State agencies established for the selling of liquor for medicinal purposes, have sold during the last year more than 11,000 gallons, or, to let the figures stand in all their appalling magnitude, 11,955 gallons of intoxicating liquors. But our friends of the daily press, with an oversight which is marvelous, in view of their usual carefulness and accuracy in cases where the liquor question is involved, have failed to call attention to the fact that the State of Maine has a population, according to the census of 1900, of 694,466 people. So that the amount of liquor thus sold would provide seventeen-thousandths of a gallon for each citizen of the State, or sixty-eight one hundred seventy-fifths of a gill of grog for each inhabitant of the Pine Tree State for a whole year.
Inasmuch as the average annual consumption of liquors in the United States at large has not fallen below 16 gallons per capita in the last ten years, or almost one thousand times Maine’s record, the figures over which our friends are making so much parade are highly significant—of the beneficial results of the policy of prohibition.—New Voice.
The Papacy and Temporal Power
One of the Vatican organs suggests that the pope should migrate from Rome to Jerusalem, and out of the $20,000,000 saved by successive popes should buy from the sultan of Turkey such a large extent of territory as would insure the recognition of the Papacy as a temporal power. The feverish activity in Catholic circles to have the pope restored to his temporal power is one of the most significant things of these times. The same prophecy that tells of the Papacy receiving its “deadly wound” also tells that “his deadly wound was healed,” and, furthermore, that “all the world wondered after the beast.” It is well for us to keep a close eye on these doings of the Papacy, for they are in a most strikingly clear manner fulfilling prophecy.
Nothing Is Fair or Good Alone
By Emerson
Nor knowest thou what argument
Thy life to thy neighbors’ creed has lent;
All are needed by each one;
Nothing is fair or good alone.
—Emerson.
THE GIRL AS DAUGHTER.
By M. C. Du Bois
The home that is not blessed with one girl at least is denied one of heaven’s choicest blessings; for a bright, loving girl adds greatly to the happiness of the home. Of course there are girls who bring sorrow instead of joy; but the well-trained girl, who has been brought up to obedience and self-control, is a comfort to her parents.
The daughter has her place in the home, a work which only she can do. She ought not to ask nor expect all the easy, pleasant work. She should, as soon as old enough, step into line, and take her share in the responsibilities of domestic life. She can be ears, eyes, feet, and hands for mother. If she will but use her eyes, she will see many opportunities for helpfulness. She can be feet for mother by saving her weary steps; hands, by responding to the many calls upon her here and there. If there are small children in the family, there is always a little face that needs washing, a little head to comb, a hurt toe or finger to tie up. She can do these things, and save mother a little.
In some homes the daughter feels herself above these little home ministries. She has no time. She has her music, painting, fancy work, circles, charity work, and so on. She really has no time for such homely work as washing dirty faces and combing the towsly head of a little brother or sister. This outside work is all right; music and painting are good to a certain extent; but the girl who would be a real blessing, to her parents in particular and the world in general, must know something of the real, practical side of life. No girl is prepared for an all-round useful life who knows nothing of the mysteries of the kitchen. So the daughter should take her place by the mother’s side, and know how to operate the household machinery.
Perhaps some girl will say, “Mama keeps plenty of hired help; you don’t catch me soiling my hands and spoiling my complexion over the cook-stove.” This may be true, my dear girl; but you ought to know how to cook healthful food, and how to manage and care for a home, even tho you may always be able to hire competent help.
A knowledge of housework degrades none. It is a mistaken idea that our girls should be kept out of the kitchen as if it were a pest-house. Right here is where the mother often makes a sad mistake. She thinks that to make her daughter a lady is to dress her in fine clothes, and bring her up without work. Hundreds of girls are growing up with this false idea. But is there anything unladylike in making bread, cooking a relishable dinner, making a shirt, doing a washing, if one has the strength, mopping a floor, or washing dishes?—No, indeed. Ignorance, idleness, and fine clothes never yet made a true lady.
The girl, then, to fill her place in the home, needs to be taught housework in all its details, as one branch of her education. On the other hand, the daughter should not be made the family drudge; all the hard, unpleasant work should not be put upon her young shoulders. Far from this. She needs recreation, and the mother should enjoy it with her as often as she can.
MRS. M. C. Du Bois.
Grand Ledge, Mich.
A MISSIONARY MOTHER.
By Lida F. Scott
MRS. GERRY, large of size, weak of heart, and panting, called, in a neighborly way, upon Mrs. Royce. As Mrs. Royce entered the parlor, the visitor peered into her young, anxious face, already accumulating wrinkles, and framed in with hair fast turning white.
Then, after a few introductory remarks, she plunged into the subject uppermost in her mind.
“What do you know about our new neighbors over at 44?”
“Nothing at all,” replied the hostess somewhat curtly. “I am too busy, you know, with my three children.”
“Well, you’re just the one who ought to make the acquaintance of Mrs. Palmer, then,” with an unbecoming wink of one of her eyes. “You ought to hear her ideas about bringing up children. The old, reliable methods of grandmother and mother, using persuasive measures in the form of sugar-plums, switches, and the slipper, are ruled out of date, it seems.”
“Yes?” replied Mrs. Royce, with a weary look in her eyes.
“She’s a crank on the training of children, and hygiene in general. Thinks nothing in life equals the importance of training those twins of hers. I never heard anything so absurd. She feels more like whipping herself than the children when they are naughty. Isn’t that a queer notion?”
“I’m not sure of that,” replied her hostess with awakening interest; “perhaps there is some truth in it. What are the children like, did you say?”
“Beautiful, I must admit. Never saw such a child as Grace, and she’s got a will of her own, too; yet her mother seems to have her in perfect control, and speaks in so gentle yet firm a way that anybody could see there is no use attempting to resist. The dog understands it—obeys a whisper.”
“She must be a wonderful woman.” Then she mentally continues: “I am going to call on her at once. I know she can help me. This must be an answer to my prayer.”
The following day, as Mrs. Gerry sat in her bay-window, with her neighborly eye on all that concerns Madison Street, out came Mrs. Royce, dressed for a call. She made haste, as tho pursued by an enemy, and as she darted from the front door, the neighbor was shocked to hear her three children send up a simultaneous wail, and one of them succeeded in grappling her dress, seriously wrinkling the flounce of her fresh new lawn.
When Mrs. Royce reached No. 44, her agitation was soon soothed, and she was refreshed by the heartfelt cordiality of the greeting given her by the new neighbor.
They had not much more than begun exchanging the usual remarks leading to an understanding of one another, when there floated down the stairs the flute-like tones of a child’s voice:—
“Mama, where’s ’oo? Where is ’oo, mama? Up in the attic?”
“No, dear, mama is in the parlor.” There was not a shadow of annoyance in face or voice. And the little feet came pattering, pattering down the uncarpeted stairs, and the dearest little voice, unspoiled by shrill crying and fierce displays of temper, repeated, as if to herself: “Where is ’oo, mama? I don’t see ’oo any place.”
On catching sight of the guest, she shrank into reserve, and hesitated at the foot of the steps. “But, O,” thought Mrs. Royce, “such a perfect child, and such a winning smile!” The rosy mouth all dimpled, fresh pink cheeks, and gleams of sunshine softly hovering over a mass of disheveled golden curls, the blue eyes shyly sparkling, and such a wonderful physique for a child so young! Mrs. Royce could not take her eyes off the picture, but said, smiling, and half to herself:—
“What is your recipe? I think I must try it.”
“Recipe? for what?”
“Well, to tell the truth, I see you know how to bring up children. How do you do it? My three! indeed, the problem’s beyond me. They are sickly and most trying. How do you find out these things, and I remain ignorant?”
Mrs. Palmer looked thoughtful.
“That is simple enough. Anybody can get the wisdom necessary—the simplest of methods.”
“I don’t see how anybody can tell which way is right. As I read, one excellent authority says one thing; another, who stands as high, declares with equal assurance just the opposite; so I get discouraged, and just jog along in my old, haphazard way. But you seem to be settled in your mind, which must be restful, to say the least. How do you acquire a firm basis upon which to build? My foundations have been swept away more than once because they were full of holes.”
In a dash of boldness the little thing ran to her mother, and climbed upon her lap. She had in her hand a remnant of cloth, which she gave to her mother.
“This is for ’oo, mama. ’Oo may have it if ’oo want to. I’ll give it to ’oo,” in a tone of one who gave up something of great value.
“Thank you, dear. How sweet of my little girl to think of mama!” kissing her forehead.
“Welcome,” replied Grace, whose unforced politeness surprised the visitor. “I brought it down for mama, didn’t I?” And with a happy, proud face she marched away. She returned in a moment with a number of treasured, broken toys, which she deposited, one by one, on the caller’s lap.
“O, thank you, my dear!” said she.
“Welcome,” said Grace with promptness.
Then, without further ceremony, she ran off upstairs, crying, “Yes, I’m coming pitty soon,” in reply to the appealing tones of her twin sister in the hall above.
“Isn’t she dear? And what a fine chest she has! With many children of her size the stomach is most prominent, but she holds out her chest like a proud bird. Let me see, how old is she?”
“Three and a half, nearly.”
“I should say she was nearer five—such a fine, large child! But how did you accomplish such things in your child? You started to tell me.”
“Well, Mrs. Royce, frankly, by prayer. Now, if the Bible is anything to me, it is the Word of God, and the instruction given is very practical, to be followed without question, without hesitation. There has never been a day since my two children were born that I haven’t felt my inability, ignorance, the force of that text, ‘Without Me ye can do nothing.’ In my utter helplessness I always go to the Source of all truth, and say, Thou hast said, ‘If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not’; and I believe that what He has promised He is abundantly able to perform. That is the whole secret in a nutshell; and He is no respecter of persons.”
“That may be true; but I don’t see how you can tell truth from error in the confusion of writings.”
“God is not the author of confusion. There is but one truth, and to the willing, open mind He gives discernment between the true and the false. ‘My sheep know My voice.’”
“Positively,” exclaimed Mrs. Royce with flushed cheeks, “I never heard anything so interesting. Do you really believe that?—Yes, I see you do. It never occurred to me to take the Bible like that. It is beautiful if you can. While I have always thought I was a Christian, I never made my religion real as you do. How lovely to have such faith! But I fear I never could have it.”
“Well, I am not in a private conservatory receiving special attention. I am out in the open, thank God,11where all of His children have an equal chance of receiving all He has to offer. The sun shines for all. It remains for us to open our eyes and behold His goodness, recognize Him, recognize His power, appropriate His promises, believe, believe what He says; only ‘believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou shalt be saved.’ You know Abraham believed God, and, altho he had sinned and did sin, it was accounted to him for righteousness. Is it simply to believe mentally that Christ existed 1,900 years ago?—No; it is to believe that when He says a thing is so, it is so because He says it is, tho all the world may think you mad for believing it, as Festus did Paul. It is to believe that when He says He will do a thing, He will, tho it take all heaven to perform the task. With God all things are possible. We are all like sheep gone astray. If we followed Jesus, and Him only, we would be in an even path, and our feet would not slide.”
“Do you really think so?”
“The Scripture says so, and I believe it, since God can not lie.”
Mrs. Royce opened her eyes wider, her lips parted; she drank in the words like a thirsty soul. Then she heaved a little sigh, and said wistfully:—
“It must be true if it is in the Bible, but I—I used to think I knew a little something of my Bible; but I confess I am woefully ignorant. Well, I must go; the children will need me; but I am deeply interested in this subject. It is entirely new to me. You have opened new lines of thought, which both I and my children will profit by, I am sure.”
There were tears in her eyes, and she could not trust herself to say more until she reached the door.
“This must not be the last. I am coming again soon if you will allow me, for I must hear more.”
“You will find yourself welcome at any time that is convenient for you, and I shall take the liberty to run in, too. May I?”
“How glad I should be!”
And Mrs. Gerry, who, quite weary with waiting, had brought her work down to the lower piazza to be sure not to miss the end of the call, was growing fidgety as the smell of something burning wended its way to her nostrils from her kitchen stove; but, tho it grew more and more obtrusive, she was not willing to be defeated in her purpose by leaving her post as watcher. She had been trying to make herself and neighbors believe she was a Christian Scientist, so she rocked very hard, asserting to herself: “If I only think it isn’t so, it isn’t so. Lord, help my unbelief. If there’s no such thing as matter, then it’s no matter about my dinner burning.” But afterwards she could never get around the cold facts that her dinner was ruined, and that all the family, strangely enough, thought the same thing at the same time.
“What a long call she’s making, and for the first one, too! There she comes now—wiping her eyes, I do declare! She can’t be crying; it must be a cold. She needs cod-liver oil this spring; she’s running down.”
In her heart, she knew not why, she felt a little envious of Mrs. Royce, vaguely divining a want of some superior quality in herself which would have bridged over a chasm between her and Mrs. Palmer. While she respected this new neighbor at 44, she was ill at ease in her company, and glad to get out of the reach of her calm, beautiful spirit, which set hers quivering like a compass in the presence of a magnet. Somehow she knew that Mrs. Royce would fit in there, and it annoyed her, because she knew that she herself was a misfit, and that the fault was her own. They had no common ground. When she attempted to gossip, she felt like panting for air, as tho in a rarefied atmosphere. There was nothing there for a gossipy spirit to live on, and it flickered and went out. Then the familiarity and unassuming ease with which she spoke of “the Lord,” as she would of an intimate friend, so purified the atmosphere that it frightened her almost as much as it would if she had been suddenly transplanted into heaven. It seemed, for once, as tho her tongue had been effectually tied. So she had ended her visit as soon as possible, her pride terribly mortified, and feeling as tho she wanted to run, and run, and run, blocks away.
But she remained in Madison Street fascinated, her appetite for the uncommon, after all, rather whetted.
LIDA F. SCOTT.
Springfield, Mass.
(Concluded next week.)
SABBATH EVE.
I saw the sun go down to-night,
And as it sank in the golden light,
I thought of the Sabbath fair and bright
Just on the other shore.
And over my weary, care-worn breast
There came a feeling of thankful rest,
This eve of the day our God had blest,
The day we all adore.
And I see the shades of life steal on,
As the shade of night o’er the setting sun;
I know my work will soon be done,
My race for the prize be o’er.
Tho weary and sad I sometimes be,
I know there’s a rest remains for me
On the beautiful banks of the crystal sea,
That peaceful, restful shore.
O beautiful gates that stand ajar,
Beautiful robes the saints shall wear,
Beautiful home I long to share,
Just over the weary way!
Beautiful songs we there will sing,
Beautiful anthems there will ring,
Beautiful, loving, heavenly King,
One endless Sabbath day.
—Selected.
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This book goes into the details of such every-day questions as good foods, food combinations, influence of stimulants, how to avoid consumption, care of the teeth, use of the bath, etc., etc. To illustrate and make all these points perfectly plain, more than a dozen carefully prepared tables are introduced. These tables alone are worth more than the price of the entire volume.
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It contains 222 pages, and is so thoroughly indexed as to enable one to instantly refer to any passage.
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