Earlier text: The Work Needs WorkersHygiene for Men and Horses.
It has been demonstrated in tens of thousands of cases in family life that two meals are not only ample for the hardest and most exhausting labors, physical or mental, but altogether best. The same thing has been fully proved in hundreds of instances with horses, and has never in a single instance failed, after a fair trial, to work the best results. An hour's rest at noon is vastly more restoring to a tired animal, whether horse or man, than a meal of any sort, although the latter may prove more stimulating. The morning meal given, if possible, early enough for partial stomach digestion before the muscular and nervous systems are called into active play; the night meal offered long enough after work to insure a rested condition of the body; a diet liberal enough, but never excessive; this is the law and gospel of hygienic diet for either man or beast. I have never tried to fatten my horses, for I long ago learned that fat is disease; but I have always found that if a horse does solid work enough he will be fairly plump if he has two sufficient meals. Muscle is the product of work and food; fat may be laid on by food alone. We see, however, plenty of horses that are generously—too generously—fed, that still remain thin, and show every indication of being undernourished; dyspepsia is a disease not confined exclusively to creatures who own or drive horses. But for perfect health and immunity from disease, restriction of exercise must be met by restriction in diet. Horses require more food in cold than in warm weather, if performing the same labor. In case of a warm spell in winter I reduce their feed, more or less, according to circumstances, as surely as I do the amount of fuel consumed. I also adopt the same principle in my own diet. The result is, that neither my animals nor myself are ever for one moment sick.—Medical and Surgical Journal. Inexcusable Rudeness.
By Editor
A GREAT number of smokers seem to have lost sight of politeness! Their smoking makes them rude. Why should a smoker blow his smoke in my face, or allow the dust of his weed to get in my eyes. Why should he think it not indecent to frequently expectorate in my presence? I have as much right to scatter fine strong pepper and half blind the passers-by or my companions in a railway carriage. I might answer it pleased me, and they must put up with it. Men have no more right to smoke in public than I have to scatter pepper. Our pleasures ought not to be at the expense of another; all public smokers, however, break this law, and give great offense to that part of the public who hate the most distant fumes of tobacco.—London Freemen. A FEW days ago, Judge Woodruff, in sentencing a young man for theft, said:— "It is in evidence that when you are sober you are a peaceable, law-abiding citizen; you have repeatedly tried to overcome that appetite for strong drink, which is your greatest enemy. The sentence of the court is that you be confined in the State Prison at Trenton for two years. In fixing the term, we have been guided by the belief that, in that time, under the prohibition of prison discipline, you can master your appetite and come out a reformed man." Think of the State licensing rum shops, and then having to send her ruined citizens to State Prison, that being the only place where prohibition prevails, and consequently the only place where her drunken sons may be safe. "It conduces to the public good."—Paterson Journal. IT is claimed that the Chinese use of opium is worse than the American's use of tobacco; but there are two sides to that question. When a Chinaman uses opium, he goes into a "den," and stays there until he has had his smoke out. No one but himself is contaminated by it. But the American is puffing his tobacco in everybody's face. He is not willing to be confined to a tobacco den. The Chinese opium habit has its advantages—so far.—Sel. Americans and English Wine Preferences
The London Daily News says that Americans will pay $6 per pint for a wine which English laborers wouldn't drink at a shilling a bottle. Mrs. Deacon Farrell brushed the flour from her hands, casting meanwhile a complacent eye over the well-filled kitchen-table, with its generous array of unbaked pies and cakes, the plump turkey stuffed and trussed ready for the morrow's baking, and the big chicken-pie to which her skillful fingers had just put the finishing touches, as she repeated rather more decidedly,— "Look here, Sally! There's enough chicken left, with the giblets—that I never put in my own pie, because the deacon don't relish 'em—ter make a thanksgiving pie for the minister's folks." 'Twon't need ter be very large," she added, in reply to Sally's doubtful look. "Only the minister and his wife—and you can bake it in that smallest yaller dish. "Now, I'm goin' up stairs to look over them rug-rags, an' you make it an' bake it right off, so't I can send it over by the deacon. He's got ter go out to the Corner this afternoon, an' can take it along as well as not." She bustled out of the door, but the next moment, seized perhaps with a sudden pang of compunction, she put her head in again, to say warningly,— "Be sure you put in a good parcel of gravy; that'll keep it from bein' dry, if 'tis half giblets." "Yes'm," answered Sally, briskly; and catching up the rolling-pin she brought it down with an emphasis upon a lump of dough on the mould-board. As the stairway-door closed behind her mistress, Sally dropped the rolling-pin, and a look of perplexity crept over her dull face, making it ten times more stolid than usual, while she repeated, in ludicrous bewilderment— "Giblets! What, if anybody can tell me, does she mean by them?" Involuntarily she took a step forward, but checked herself as quickly, while a cunning smile replaced the look of perplexity, and she muttered triumphantly:— "I guess I ain't a-goin' ter confess my ignorance ter the deacon's wife, an' hear her say, as she always does, 'Two terms to the academy, Sally, an' not know that!' No, ma'am! not while there's a dictionary in the house." So, softly creeping into the adjoining sitting-room, Sally hastily opened the big dictionary on the deacon's writing-desk, and began her search for the mysterious word. "G-i-b—here 'tis! and she read aloud to herself, with an air of triumph, the following definition:— "Those parts of a fowl that are removed before cooking,—the heart, gizzard, liver, etc." "That's it!—'heart, gizzard, liver, and so forth,'" she repeated, joyfully, as she retraced her steps to the kitchen, and began, with great alacrity, to fill, according to directions, the minister's pie; keeping up, meanwhile, a running fire of comment for her own special benefit. "Six gizzards! Well, that is rather 'steep,' as Dan Watson would say. But I guess the deacon's wife knows; if she don't 'taint none o' my business. Six hearts! Them's small and tuck into the corner's handy. Six livers! Seems ter me they don't fill up much," and she glanced with a perplexed air at a pile of denuded chicken-bones that formed her only resource. "Now I wonder," with a sudden inspiration, "what that 'and so forth' meant? Here's 'hearts, gizzards, and livers,' plenty of 'em, but no 'and so forth,' and the pie ain't moren' two-thirds full yet. It must mean," and she cast a bewildered look at the half-filled pie, "the chicken's legs. I never knew nobody ter put 'em in a pie, but that must be it means, an' they'll just fill up." No sooner thought than done. In went the three pairs of stout yellow legs upon which their unfortunate owners had strutted so proudly only a day before; on went the well-rolled dough, covering them from sight, and into the oven went the minister's pie, just as the mistress of the house re-entered her kitchen, and with an approving glance at the snowy pastry, remarked encouragingly,— "That pie looks real neat, Sally. I shouldn't wonder if, in time, you came to be quite a cook." It was Thanksgiving morning, and Miss Patience Pringle stood at the minister's back door. To be sure it was rather early for callers, but Miss Patience was, as she often boasted, "one of the kind that never stood on ceremony." Indeed, she didn't consider it necessary even to knock before she opened the door, although she was thoughtful enough, in opening it, to do so softly. The minister's wife was just taking from the oven a newly warmed chicken-pie, which she nearly dropped from her hands, so startled was she by the sharp, shrill voice that spoke so close to her ear,— "Good mornin', Mis' Graham. Haint been to breakfast yet, I see—we had ours half an hour ago. I know my mother used ter say that if anybody lost an hour in the mornin', they might chase after it all day, an' not ketch up with it then." "That's a good lookin' pie,—pretty rich pastry, though, for a chicken-pie! I don't never put much shortenin' in anything of that kind; it's rich enough inside ter make up. But you're young, an' have got a good many things to learn yet. I run in ter see if you could spare me a cup o' yeast; mine soured, an' the last batch of bread I made I had ter throw to the hogs." "Certainly," and a roguish smile flitted over the fair face of the minister's wife, at this specimen of her meddlesome neighbor's own economy. But she had learned the rare lesson of a judicious silence, and taking the cup that Miss Patience produced from beneath her shawl, she bade her visitor be seated while she left the room to get the desired article. As her steps died away, Miss Patience noiselessly arose from her seat, and approaching the dresser upon which the pie stood, peered curiously into the apertures in the crust, her sharp face expressing eager curiosity. "I'll bet she did'nt know enough ter put crackers in. I wish I could I could get one look, jest ter satisfy my own mind," she added. And determined to accomplish her object at all hazards, she ran a knife deftly around a small portion of the edge, and inserting four inquisitive fingers, lifted the brown crust, and took a glimpse of the contents. A look of unmitigated disgust passed over her face. Dropping into a convenient chair, she actually groaned aloud,— "Well, I never! an' we payin' that man $500 a year, besides a donation party at Christmas. Ough!" Unsuspicious Mrs. Graham, as she returned with the yeast, was somewhat puzzled by the sudden frostiness of her guest, who hurried out of the house as if some dreadful contagion had haunted it; but when the minister, in carving the pie that the deacon's wife had sent, made two curious discoveries simultaneously, the reason for Patience's altered demeanor was made plain, and the young pair indulged in a hearty laugh that made the old parsonage ring like a peal of Thanksgiving bells. The Tuesday following was the regular day for the weekly sewing-circle, and seldom had that interesting gathering proved so lively and animated as on this occasion. Miss Patience was in the field bright and early, and it was evident at a glance to those who knew her best, that she was well-nigh bursting with some important secret that she was only waiting a fitting opportunity to divulge. That opportunity was not long in coming, for Mrs. Dea. Farrell, who was a constitutional croaker, took occasion to say, in reference to the hard times,— "The deacon has been tryin' ter collect the church tax, and he says he never found money so tight in all the years he's lived here. It's as hard ter get five dollars now as it used ter be ten." "And no wonder," spoke Miss Patience, with the stormy severity of a sphinx. "You can't expect folks ter feel like payin' their money when they see it fairly thrown away and wasted." Everybody looked and some of the younger girls began to bridle defiantly. The minister's sweet young wife was evidently a favorite with them, at least. "What do you mean by that?" asked Mrs. Deacon, pointedly. "Mis' Graham is young and inexperienced, to be sure; but as the deacon was sayin' only yesterday, she does very well, indeed, considerin'." Miss Patience tossed her head knowingly. "I don't want ter say nothin' to hurt her, but, livin' next door, as I do, I can't always help seein' and hearin' things that other folks can't be expected to know about, and when I see and know things like—" There was an ominous pause, and the deacon's wife asked excitedly:— "Chicken-pies, with the legs and feet of the chickens baked in!" Had a thunderbolt fallen among them it could not have caused greater surprise to those tidy, thrifty New England housekeepers than this dreadful revelation of the incapacity of their pastor's young wife. "Are you sure of it?" gasped one matron, breaking the ominous silence. "I know it for a fact," was solemnly returned. "She's a born fool!" ejaculated the deacon's wife, indignantly, "and I am thankful for her poor husband's sake that I sent her over one of my pies yesterday. They had to throw hers away, of course, and it's lucky that he didn't have ter go without his Thanksgiving breakfast on account of her ignorance and shiftlessness." "How did you know about the pie?" asked one of the girls. Miss Patience bristled defiantly. "It's nobody's business but my own!" she retorted, tartly. "I don't go round ter find out things that don't concern me, I'd have you know; but when they are thrown right into my face, as you might say, I don't shet my eyes no more than other folks." Just here the door opened; in walked the subject of their conversation, her pretty face glowing with the haste that she had made, and with a mischievous twinkle in her brown eyes that nobody noticed, so occupied were they in hiding the confusion that her sudden entrance had created. Walking up to the table where most of the ladies were sitting she saluted them cordially, and then, holding out upon the tip of one slender finger a well-worn silver thimble, she said, archly— "Where do you think I found your thimble, Miss Patience?" So pleased was Miss Patience to regain her lost treasure that she forgot for a moment all her assumed dignity, and exclaimed joyfully,— "Well, I declare, I am glad ter see that thimble once more! I told Mary Jane that I felt sure I had it on my finger when I run into your house Thanksgivin' mornin' after that yeast. But when I got home it wan't nowheres to be found. Now where did you find it?" Her shrill, high voice had attracted the attention of all in the room, and everybody looked up curiously as the minister's wife replied with an innocent smile,— "In the chicken-pie that our good friend here"—and she nodded brightly to Mrs. Farrell—"sent me. I left the pie on the dresser when I went down cellar after your yeast, and as soon as I came back I put it on the table, and when my husband cut it, there was your thimble in it. How could it have got there? It is certainly very mysterious, anyway."539 Silence, dead, profound, yet oh, how terribly significant to the deacon's wife and her spinster neighbor, fell upon the group. This was apparently unnoticed by Mrs. Graham, who, with a playful admonition to Miss Patience to take better care of her thimble in future, began an animated conversation with the ladies nearest her that soon restored the company to their wonted ease and good-humor. But poor Miss Patience! She never heard the last of that lost thimble. While the deacon's wife, to the day of her death, never trusted any hands but her own to make Thanksgiving pies for her minister.—Youth's Companion. COUNTRY THANKSGIVING SERMON.
Ay goodman, close the great barn door;
The mellow harvest time is o'er;
The earth has given her treasures meet
Of golden corn and bearded wheat.
You and your neighbor well have wrought,
And of the summer's bounty caught;
Won from her smiles and from her tears
Much goods, perhaps, for many years. You come a tribute now to pay—
The bells proclaim Thanksgiving Day.
Well have you sown, well have you reaped;
And of the riches you have heaped,
You think, perhaps, that you will give
A part, that others, too, may live. But if such argument you use,
Your niggard bounty I refuse.
No gifts you on the altar lay
In any sense are given away.
Lo! rings from Heaven a voice abroad:
"Who helps God's poor doth lend the Lord."
What is your wealth? He'd have you know
To hold it, you must let it go. Think you the hand by Heaven struck cold,
Will yet have power to clutch its gold?
Shrouds have no pockets, do they say?
Behold! I show you then the way;
Wait not till death shall shut the door,
But send your cargoes on before.
Lo! he that giveth of his hoard
To help God's poor doth lend the Lord. To-day my brethren—do not wait;
Just yonder stands Dame Kelly's gate;
And would you build a mansion fair
In Heaven, send your lumber there;
Each stick that on her woodpile lies
May raise a dome beyond the skies;
You stop the rents within her walls,
And yonder rise your marble halls;
For every pane that stops the wind
There shineth one with jasper lined. Your wealth is gone, your form lies cold,
But in the city paved with gold
Your hoard is held in hands Divine;
It bears a name that marks it thine.
Behold the bargain ye have made,
With usury the debt is paid.
No moth doth eat, no thieves do steal,
No suffering heart doth envy feel. Ring out the words, "Who of his hoard
Doth help God's poor doth lend the Lord!"
Go get your cargoes under way;
The bells ring out Thanksgiving Day! -The Prohibition vote cast at the late election in the State of New York was about 25,000. -It is stated that the mails between Denver and Eastern cities are being systematically robbed. -Thurlow Weed died at his home in New York the 23d inst. He had just passed his eighty-fifth birthday. -It is said that it will require fifteen tons of white lead to repaint the dome of the Capitol at Washington. -The North Pacific Railway company have offered for sale 3,000,000 acres of land east of the Missouri River, at $4 an acre. -The Sultan of Morocco has authorized Spain to take possession of the ports of Santa Cruz, Delmar, and Pequna, on the coast of Morocco. -A severe storm occurred on the Lakes last week. Several vessels foundered in the harbor at Buffalo. Four schooners were wrecked near Big Point Sable. -The Czar of Russia has at last ventured to appear in public. In company with the Empress, he recently drove through the streets of St. Petersburg in an open sled. -The Board of Health of Iowa City, Iowa, reports that not a death occurred within the limits of that city during the month of October. The city has 10,000 inhabitants. -According to a report from the English Colonial office, the island of Cyprus has expended $120,000 this year in the destruction of locusts' eggs. This is supposed to represent the destruction of 16,000,000,000 embryo locusts. -Woman's rights are obtaining recognition in Norway. Parliament has just passed a law giving women the privilege of attending the universities and applying for degrees in all the arts and sciences; but the right to hold office is not yet accorded to them. -Several attempts at train wrecking have been made near a certain point in San Bernardino Co., Cal. After some sharp detective work, it has been found that it was all done by one family, who make a business of train-wrecking, in order to live off from the plunder. -There is no accounting for the freaks of the courts. It is a common pastime of small boys in some places to stone Chinamen. In Marysville a Chinaman who had been pelted with stones turned on his tormentors and threw one stone. For this he was fined $20, while the boy, who was the aggressor, was let off with a fine of one dollar. -A newly-elected Congressman in this State is eulogized by an exchange, as being "genial, jovial, jolly, and careless, with a fondness for variety entertainments;" one who is intimate with minstrel performers, and sometimes appears as one himself. He will be a valuable acquisition to Washington society. Such talent is in demand there. -President Arthur has dismissed the Marshal of the District of Columbia, the Postmaster for the city of Washington, and his assistant, and the foreman of the Congressional Record, for interfering with justice in connection with the Star-route trial. Attorney-General Brewster says that he is satisfied that the men who were indicted are guilty, and are deserving of the severest penalty of the law, and that he is determined to pursue the case with vigor and rigor. -The hold which whisky has upon politics may be seen from the fact that the New York Times printed an article on local politics just before the election, and said that rumors were being circulated that a certain politician was a pronounced prohibitionist. This the Times denounced as a plot to injure him. The same thing occurred not long since in San Francisco, where a daily paper defended a candidate from the charge of being a temperance man, and said that he had always voted against local option. This was the surest way to win votes for him. -And now it is said that Iowa will have to vote again on the prohibitory amendment to the State constitution. Judge Haight of the District Court has set aside the amendment on account of a clerical error. The clause which the House voted upon was not worded exactly the same as the one which passed the Senate. The case is to be appealed to the Supreme Court, and some journals think it possible that the deliberate intention of the voters will not be allowed to be overthrown by an error in copying. The case is open to the suspicion that the error was due to something besides an accident. It is said that the Mayor of Iowa City has commenced issuing saloon licenses again. It is too bad to see the will of the people thus ignored on a technicality. —Canada has a Catholic population of 2,000,000. —The First Presbyterian Church in New Albany, Ind., has taken a new departure, and elected a board of eight deaconesses. —A Concordance of the New Testament in Chinese has been prepared by Rev. Mr. Noyes, of the Presbyterian Mission, Canton. —The Methodists of Evanston, Ill., recently held a debt-raising supper, and raised $16,000. What would the church do if men didn't think so much of eating and drinking? The stomach seems to be the moving power in modern religion. —A Baptist Congress has just been held in Brooklyn, N. Y. The president of various Baptist educational institutions were present. Rev. Dr. Boardman in his address said that theology must be progressive, keeping in line with history, and that all progress was evolution. —It is reported that the old slave-market of Zanzibar, where formerly were sold 30,000 slaves annually, has been transformed into mission premises, with a church, mission-house, and school, under the charge of the Universities' Mission to Africa, started in 1859 at the suggestion of Dr. Livingstone. —The Rev. A. S. Fiske, of the Howard-Street Presbyterian Church, San Francisco, said in a recent sermon: "Our churches are adjusted to all tastes, to all forms of human philosophy, to all climates, and races of men, to all exigencies of service." Now if they were only nicely adjusted to the Bible, nothing more could be required. —The Hebrew-Christian work in New York City is reported as making steady progress. On three successive Sabbaths, Rabbi Jacob Freshman has administered the rite of baptism to a number of Israelites. A large number of Jews have called upon him for instruction in the gospel of Christ, the number calling during the month sometimes reaching as high as eighty. —According to the Statesman, the National Reform movement, whose object is to secure a recognition of the Christian religion in the Constitution of the United States, is gaining strength rapidly. Of a recent convention in Wooster, Ohio, a writer says that he "has not seen such a waking up of the indifferent, and such revolution of opinion and sentiment accomplished by any convention." —J. H. Beadle, in "Western Wilds," says of Mormonism: "The death of Mormonism will not end Utah's troubles. Instead of 75,000 fanatics, there will be 150,000 infidels—all those of Mormon parentage having no philosophy to take the place of religion. The Mormon doctrine that it is right to lie for the good of the church, has made deceit an institution." Well, a community of infidels cannot be any worse than a community who recognize no laws but those that are promulgated by a depraved and licentious hierarchy. If people will lie and commit adultery, it is better for them to do it on their own responsibility, and not do it under cover of religion. —An exchange puts forward with all seriousness the theory that the intense darkness which covered the land for three hours while Christ hung on the cross, was caused by clouds of smoke, which were providentially ordered that way. It doesn't pretend to say where the immense fires were which produced the smoke for this occasion; of course not. These scientific theologians, who know just how everything is done, very often forget some essential points. Whether there was any smoke there or not, there was certainly a great amount of fog in the region where that theory was evolved. It is certain that He who made the sun could find means to darken it, without depending on human aid. —The Occident takes Henry Ward Beecher to task for misrepresenting the doctrines held by the churches of to-day. It says that he "writes at times as though he were born in the middle ages, and had just waked up to the dreadful fact that certain monks were proclaiming a hell of material fire, a literal furnace of brimstone," etc.; that he is "misrepresenting and caricaturing the orthodox evangelical creeds of the day." Then "orthodox evangelical" churches do not now believe that material fire will be used in the punishment of the wicked. Come to think about it, it does not seem consistent that immaterial souls should be burned in material fire. No wonder so many "orthodox" people are beginning to think that it is immaterial whether the wicked are punished at all or not. —Joseph Henry Allen, a Professor in Harvard, has published a book entitled "Our Liberal Movement in Theology," in which, speaking of the resurrection of Christ, he says: "It is probable not too much to say that no educated mind—that is, no mind trained in modern methods—now believes that a body of flesh and blood literally came from the grave, and in plain sight of men rose above the clouds—the view of it which most early believers maintained with great intrepidity. That has passed away, along with the dogma of the resurrection of the body, which it was held to prove." We have no doubt but that the Professor speaks the truth, for there is no accounting for the vagaries of a "mind trained in modern methods." We are old fogyish enough to hold fast to an ancient method of which Paul has a great deal to say; we mean faith. —The Christian at Work says that Archdeacon Dunbar, of the "Church of the Holy Apostles," has just started a "religious venture" in London. It is this: He has taken a building capable of seating 8,000 persons. In this place it is intended that sixty surpliced choristers shall sing the most elaborate services that ever were heard in a church at which an Anglican minister officiated. The surpliced choir will be assisted by another choir of 100 voices, and by a full band of brass, string, drum, and harp. The body of the church will be lighted by an enormous silver gilt cross with four arms, the extremities of each arm containing a red-colored lantern, illuminated by the electric light. Costly pictures will be upon the walls. There will be daily service with a quartet choir, an elaborate service on Saturday nights, and on Sunday the clash and clang of every instrument heard in an orchestra. In the morning, grand masses, beginning with Mozart's 'Twelfth Mass,' will be said in their entirety. In the evening will be given in succession, opening with 'Stabat Mater,' such oratorios as 'The Messiah,' 'The Creation,' 'Elijah,' Beethoven's 'Mount of Olives,' Sullivan's 'Light of the World,' and Gounod's 'Redemption.'" We have them in this country, only here we call them operas. —This from the Advance: "Just think of eight millions of Jews scattered in every land, speaking every language, polished by every culture! What a missionary army if the veil were removed from their hearts and in tears of penitence and tenderness of love they went forth proclaiming for their own Messiah: 'The heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession!' There are indications that such a possibility is less remote than formerly. Large numbers of the educated Jews belong to the Reformed faith, in which liberal, rationalistic views are adopted. Such skepticism, like that of Greece and Rome, looks unconsciously toward Christianity." The faith of the Advance amounts to the simplest credulity. The idea that rationalism and skepticism are precursors of Christianity is indeed a novel one. If the Jews still clung to the original faith of their fathers, there would be much hope of converting them to Christianity, but skepticism does not lead that way. But here is the point. Many of the popular churches are becoming extremely "liberal" in their views. They consider it a mark of bigotry to contend earnestly for the faith once delivered to the saints. Naturally enough since they imagine themselves to be all right, they think that others who are traveling the same road are in the right path. The church is going toward the world; by and by they will unite, and then the cry will go up. "The millennium has come!" What a millennium! THE TRUTH FOUND.
By J. H. Waggoner
THE NATURE AND OBLIGATION OF THE SABBATH OF THE FOURTH COMMANDMENT.
The title of this little book sufficiently explains its character. It contains more Scriptural information in regard to the Sabbath than any other book of twice the size, and yet it is so simplified as to be easily comprehended. The author quotes the opinions of many learned men concerning the Sabbath, and their conflicting theories are strongly contrasted with the clear, straightforward teaching of the Bible. Address, SIGNS OF THE TIMES, Oakland, Cal. THOUGHTS ON DANIEL, CRITICAL AND PRACTICAL.
By Uriah Smith
AN EXPOSITION OF THE BOOK OF DANIEL, VERSE BY VERSE. We are now living in times plainly pointed out in this prophecy, and it is important to understand it; for Daniel himself says that in the time of the end, the wise shall understand; while, if we fail, we are equally guilty with the Jews, who knew not the time of their visitation (Luke 19:42-44), and shall meet a similar fate. 416 pp. Price, $1.25. Address, SIGNS OF THE TIMES, Oakland, Cal. It Makes a Difference.
By Editor
The Jewish Record has the following item concerning the preparation for the recent bi-centennial celebration in Philadelphia, of the landing of Wm. Penn:— "Last Sunday the busy notes of preparation for the approaching festivities were heard in various directions. Workmen were busy at fixing decorations and building platforms. But suppose that some of this work had been done under the auspices of Jewish storekeepers; would the pious church-goers, or the puritanical Law and Order Society, or the religious journals have remained silent? Indeed not! Denunciations would have been heard in all quarters, and the avaricious and unchristian Jew would have been abused without stint." There is truth in this. We have seen this thing done many times. That which a professed Sunday-keeper may do on Sunday with impunity, becomes a flagrant offense if done by a conscientious observer of the seventh day. And this proves the truth of the assertion that a great deal of the Sunday agitation is due, not to a love of the Sunday, but to hatred of the Sabbath. We are certain that there will soon be an amendment to the Constitution of the United States so that laws may be made requiring everybody to refrain from labor on Sunday; and we are equally certain that if there were no Sabbath-keepers in the United States, such laws would not be made. Here is what the Bible says on this subject: "And the dragon was wroth with the woman, and went to make war with the remnant of her seed, which keep the commandments of God, and have the testimony of Jesus Christ." Rev. 12:17. Thus hate, and not love, is the mainspring by which this movement is made. Season of Fasting and Prayer
By Editor
Do NOT forget the season of fasting and prayer appointed by the General Conference Committee, for December 1, 2, 3. Read the article entitled "Season of Fasting and Seeking God," in the Review of November 21. Churches and Questionable Fundraising
By Editor
The officers of the Second Presbyterian Church, Oakland, have declined to accept the proceeds of a dramatic entertainment and dance in a public hall, which had been offered them for the benefit of the church. We are happy to record this instance of Christian integrity, and sorry that such instances are so rare. When churches resort to questionable means to obtain money, they simply accept a bribe from the devil. Bible Sanctification and United States Prophecy
By Editor
WE are aware that no one fails to read the article which appears each week from the pen of Mrs. E. G. White; but we would call special attention to the one on the first page of this paper, the closing article of the series on Bible Sanctification. It is worthy of being read many times. If there is one who thinks that his own unaided efforts are sufficient to gain Heaven, let him read it; if there is one who has become discouraged by the multitude of his own shortcomings, let him read it and learn to trust Jesus, the only Source of strength, the one whose promises cannot fail. Let all read it, and they will be profited. Among the other articles, all of which are good, we wish to call attention to the one commencing on the second page of this issue, on the Growth of the United States. We see in this a remarkable fulfillment of prophecy. This country has indeed "come up" with a rapidity unparalleled in the history of nations. For full exposition of the prophecy relating to this country, see "The United States in the Light of Prophecy," also "Thoughts on Revelation," advertisements of which may be found in our columns. The Bible “Orthodox.”
By Editor
THE Rev. George Ellis, at a recent meeting of the Unitarian Club of Boston gives his opinion concerning the Bible as follows:— “Fifty years of study, thought, and reading given largely to the Bible and to the literature which peculiarly relates to it have brought me to this conclusion—that the book, taken with the especial divine quality and character claimed for it and so extensively assigned to it, as inspired and infallible as a whole and in all its contents, is an orthodox book. It yields what is called the Orthodox creed. The vast majority of its readers, following its letter, its obvious sense, its natural meaning, and yielding to the impression which some of its emphatic texts make upon them, find in it orthodoxy. Only that kind of ingenious, special, discriminative, and, in candor, I must add, forced treatment which it receives from us liberals, can make the book teach anything but orthodoxy. The evangelical sects, so called, are clearly right in maintaining that their view of Scripture and of its doctrines draws a deep and wide division of creed between them and ourselves.” Mr. Ellis has our sincere thanks for announcing that the Bible is orthodox. Some people would have tried to conceal their discovery. And it has taken him only fifty years to find it out. Well, the world does move. WE have organized a Subscription Book Department, and in our advertising columns will be found particulars of several works which we publish ourselves or represent on the Pacific Coast. The number will be increased from time to time, only such works being added as will have an elevating and useful influence. We are anxious to secure a strong corps of agents who will represent us, worthily and permanently, in every county on the coast. At present much is lost by spasmodic efforts at canvassing. Agents move from place to place too frequently, or become disheartened too soon, and thus lose any influence they may have gained. A canvasser making four or five trips each year in a county where he is known, is sure of an audience at every house in it. He is soon looked upon as a welcome acquaintance, and, having his home in the county, he is considered a responsible man—a valuable consideration to agents. If he does not succeed in selling a work on his first trip with it, second thought may secure its sale on the next. He can also see to the renewal of subscriptions to periodicals, and this should be a regular source of an agent's income. By this means it is easy to establish a good will in any agent's business, which would not only be valuable financially, but a means of usefulness that he should by no means neglect. We are anxious to secure such agents for our publications, and to those who work permanently with us, we will always offer liberal inducements. A Request.
By Chas. L. Boyd
BEING desirous of forming an acquaintance with the spiritual condition and the surroundings of all Sabbath-keepers in the N. P. Conference, I make the following request:— Will the leader in every company of Sabbath-keepers, and the representative member in every isolated family mail to my address an answer to the following questions? 1. How many Sabbath-keepers in your company or family? 2. What is your own and their spiritual condition? 3. Do you have regular Sabbath-meetings? 4. Do you have a Sabbath-school? 5. Are you a member of the church? 6. Are you a member of the T. and M. Society? 7. Please give a description of the town or community where you reside, number of inhabitants, moral and religious condition, etc. 8. Are you doing any missionary work? 9. Name and post-office address. Yours in the one faith,
CHAS. L. BOYD.
Salem, Oregon. (Box 27.) North Pacific Conference Directory.
President, Eld. Chas. L. Boyd, Salem, Oregon.
Secretary, Miss Edith Donaldson, “ “
Treasurer, O Dickenson, “ “
Conf. Com. { Eld. Chas. L. Boyd, “ “ T. H. Starbuck, “ “ Eld. Wm. L. Raymond, “ “ N. B. As the Conference Secretary is absent from the State, any business with this officer may be addressed to the Secretary of the T. and M. Society, Mrs. C. L. Boyd, Salem, Oregon.