The beautiful Antietam rises in the cold, rocky heights of the South Mountain, in Southern Pennsylvania. On the banks of this historic stream, many years ago, stood a large but old-fashioned mansion house. The land around it was the richest in the Cumberland Valley, and the grounds and buildings indicated wealth and comfort. The family was of German origin, but far more progressive and liberal than most of their neighbors. On their tables could be seen books and papers, and the facilities for study. The large family of children were industrious and refined, and withal so tenderly attached to each other that they formed the model family of the community. Everything gave the appearance of comfort and happiness, but one little fact—too well known—the father drank and advocated it at home and abroad; and yet he was only a moderate drinker, never known to be drunk, and generally did his drinking at home and before his own children.
The boys grew up under this influence, and under his repeated statement that "he despised a man who could not occasionally take a glass and not be a drunkard," and yet they were so manly and withal so careful that they refused to give way to the habits and influence of their own father.
One day a great company gathered at the marriage of the eldest daughter. It was a joyous occasion, and the choicest liquors were placed on the table, and their age and fine flavor loudly praised. The oldest son, one of the most noble boys I ever met, then just entering manhood, yielded to the fascinating occasion, and drank of the tempting cup. Little more was thought of it till in a few short years he, too, stood beside the altar and was united to a lovely woman, and the occasion was so joyous that he drank again. When he was settled in his own home he must have his own side-board like his father, and he soon began to drink steadily, and drank deeply. His devoted wife wept and prayed and pleaded, but only to find that his solemn vows were broken. His father, awakening at last to the fearful reality, came to talk with his beloved boy, but only to learn the awful fact that it was his example and his words that had started him to ruin. Soon he was called to sit beside him, foaming in delirium tremens, and during the long dark night, amid screams and prayers and curses, he tried to pacify him. Then he thought it all over; what an example he had set, how often he had declared that he despised a man that could not take an occasional glass and not be a drunkard. As he looked backward on the past, he could realize as never before, that during all those years he had been sowing a fearful crop, and now he must reap it all, though it brought the tears and even the blood. His words and acts had all taken root, and he must reap in sorrow and shame the accursed crop. Then he looked forward to the death of his boy, that came so soon, and to the crop that he must reap of eternal shame. "Whatsoever a man soeth that shall he also reap." Jacob had to reap the crop of deception and lying, even from his own sons. David had to reap his own crop of shame and death in the bosom of his family. Saul of Tarsus had to reap the crop of persecution, chains, and imprisonment, even though he became the very chiefest apostle. And think not, oh young man, that thou canst change the law of our nature, or avoid the penalty that we must reap whatsoever we sow.—L. R. S., in Sabbath Recorder.
To Liquor Dealers.
By C. S. Woodruff
You try to make us believe that your business is an honorable one. If it is honorable, why do you seek to cover it up and screen it from the public gaze? Why those screens upon the windows, and extra doors in front of the place of business? Why not leave your place of business open, as the grocer and the butcher and the baker and the druggist and the dry goods dealer do? When my baker makes fine bread he puts it into the window in the most conspicuous place; when my butcher gets a piece of beef that makes the mouth water to look at it, he exposes it to public view; the grocer has his door open and his goods exposed. Why does the liquor dealer not do the same, if his business is honorable?
When you make a successful work, why not expose it? When you have a man fixed up as only your business can fix him, why not lay him out where he can be seen? Why not put a pile of beer kegs on the sidewalk and lay the man on it, and say, I have been all day fixing him! For it takes all day in this lager beer business. Just look at the bloat! to-morrow morning he may have a tremendous headache! Then put out another man and say, It did not take so long with him; I fixed him up with brandy—it is more expensive at first, but the work is done more quickly. Then here is another; this poor fellow had not much money, so I gave him Jersey lightning, and I have to turn him over every fifteen minutes, for if I left him longer in one position the liquor would burn through him and escape. Why not put these men out and say, These are the results of my business—noble, honorable business! Will you answer now? Will you answer in the public papers?—Rev. C. S. Woodruff.
The Liquor Dealer’s Business
"This business removed to next door," is the placard fastened on the front of an old grog-shop in New York. The word business, somehow, sets forth the office and work of the liquor-dealer in a very instructive light. The business which has removed from the old stand to the new, is the business of lightening men's pockets and adding to their burden of care; of stealing away their brains, at the price of a wife's shawl or a child's shoes; of helping them to become worse citizens, and no Christians at all; of turning people from church doors towards police courts and barred windows. As one thinks of the "business" that will go on without change, in the new and more pretentious quarters of that "merchant" and "importer," the mind instinctively recalls the brimstone labels that suddenly flashed forth from the barrel-heads in Deacon Giles's Distillery. We do not wonder that liquor-dealers ransack the dictionaries for euphemistic titles, to be applied to their establishments. Plain English has an unfortunate habit of telling the truth; and therefore it happens that not all rum-shops bear, even unintentionally, such veracious placards as that which we have quoted.—S. S. Times.
Demonstrative People.
By Charity Snow
Cousin Robert and I were talking over this subject one day, when he said oracularly:—
"There are three kinds of folks in the world. One kind say a good deal more than they mean, are over-poweringly polite, are all gush and sentiment, and are always ready not only to thank you for any favor done them, but seemingly, for the privilege of living upon the footstool at the same time with yourself. The second class express just about what they feel, are polite and appreciative when occasion requires, and impress you with their sincerity and truthfulness. The third class shut themselves up like a clam shell. Whether they swing high or swing low is all one and the same to them, as far as any expression of their feeling is concerned. They speak neither of their joys nor their sorrows, and you might as well look for expression in a barn-door as to try to read their moods in their faces, for they have schooled themselves so that their faces tell no tales. I suppose I am too much that way myself. I can't, for the life of me, seem to express what I do feel. I suppose any quantity of people have done me favors, and have never had the least idea how grateful I really was, because I couldn't tell them," and he added the last almost with the air of one who had not been fairly treated.
"Bless the absurd man," I cried, "how can people know how you feel if you never tell them? Nobody knows your own heart but yourself, and how are people to know you have one at all, if you never show it?"
A slightly startled look crossed his face which would be handsome if he would allow his emotions to play over it, but which, from its fixedness, is in danger of losing all beauty of expression.
Now I have known cousin Robert long and well, and know that he is highly emotional, so do all his best and nearest friends, but a stranger would think him totally indifferent. I have regretted this exceedingly, for I know he is not aware how deep a hold this habit has upon him, and that he would be much happier if he would act his real self, and be much more beloved and respected. Then I can plainly see his influence on his young children, and I know his wife, Jane, keenly feels his manner, though she has such a bright, sunny, transparent nature, that it seems impossible that she could ever be made over into a cold, indifferent, reticent woman. I suppose I showed something of my thoughts in my face, for Robert is keen at reading other people's feelings, even if he does conceal his own.
"The fact is," he broke forth, "I wasn't brought up right. You know father was a hard, stern man, who didn't believe in sentiment or emotion. Mother was just the contrary. The smiles or the tears came very easy. I inherited my mother's tenderness, with just enough of my father's hardness to make me think it unmanly to show my real feelings, especially as father always poohed at us when we manifested any unusual emotion. It's bad for children to be brought up so!"
"Yes," I answered, "it is very bad. Your boy Fred was in here Christmas day, and I gave him a pair of bright wristers I had been knitting for him, and what do you think the little fellow did? After one short look of surprise and delight, which I had to watch sharp to catch, he thrust them into his pocket, cocked his head on one side, fixed his eyes on the farthest point in the ceiling, and uttered the simple word, 'Thanks.' After a little he said, indifferently, 'Guess I'll be going,' ambled slowly out, and walked down the street with his hands in his pockets, whistling. During the day Frank came in, and I produced a similar pair of wristers for him. His face lighted up as he put them on, and said: 'Thank you, they are just what I wanted. All the school boys have them. But ain't they beauties, though? I must run home and show them to mother.' But he stooped in front of the window to hold up both wrists to me significantly, then threw me a kiss and ran away."
"Yes," said Robert, with a little chuckle, "Fred is just like me. It's his misfortune, and Frank is just like his mother. You wouldn't think they were born on the same continent, much less were brothers. I never thought so much about it as I have lately, but I do think Jane's way is the best, though I have sometimes laughed at her. 'Twas only a few days ago that Ed Shorey was in the yard talking to me. You know the Shoreys haven't an idea in common with Jane, as you may say, yet she came to the door and asked him how his family was, sent her love to his wife, and a pocketful of apples to the children. I asked her afterwards if she was not the least bit hypocritical. 'Why, no indeed!' she said, 'I am sure I feel kindly towards them, and I have got love enough left for all my friends. I haven't impoverished myself a bit, and those apples will do the children more good than a dozen lectures. Sometime, when I want to do them good and reach their hearts, I can do it twice as easy for my little entering wedges. When I ask the children, next summer, to come into my Sabbath-school class, I shall get them.'"
"Of course Jane's is the best way," I replied, "and since we are on the subject I may as well say my say. If Fred's manner is his misfortune it is certainly your fault. You are not to blame for what you inherited from your father, nor for your bringing up. You had no control over those things. But now that you are brought up and realize your deficiency, you should set yourself at work to remedy these defects by the use of your common sense. Neither could you help it that Fred should take on your nature, but you are to blame if you do not do your very best, by example and precept, to eradicate this miserable inheritance in yourself and your boy."
"Well, but, Charity, I am not so very bad as you make me. I feel as much as any one, and Fred is just as warm-hearted and affectionate as Frank, only he don't show it."
"That may all be true, and more's the pity, to spoil a fine nature by an unfortunate manner. Most people take one for what he appears to be. It is like a person with a handsome face wearing an ugly mask continually. People don't see neath. Beauty amounts to but little when it is concealed. You have no right to cover every good quality of mind and heart under a false mask, and you do your boy a grievous wrong if you allow him to go through the world doomed likewise. It is my belief that we should make of ourselves the best and most that we may. Cultivate the good and uproot the bad. We owe it to ourselves, our race, and our God. All the little kindly courtesies in the family and elsewhere should be made much of. There should be sympathy for all with whom we meet, either in their joys or in their sorrows. We should have a healthy interest in the affairs of others, an unselfishness which seeks not every good for one's self, but which pays us back many fold for all our sacrifices in the soul growth which comes to us."
"I know you are right, Charity, I must try to make a change. I'll go home and talk it over with Jane. Thank you for your plain talk. 'Faithful are the wounds of a friend.'"
So he went away. I felt greatly encouraged, for he had said much for him, and I knew him to be too conscientious and persistent to ever get back on the old ground again. Jane came over the next day, jubilant, and I knew the moment I saw her tell-tale face that she had good news for me. As soon as she was seated in her favorite chair before our open wood fire, I looked into her eyes and said, "Well?"
She looked back and began: "After the children had gone to bed last night, Robert told me about your conversation yesterday, and we had a long talk about our different traits and our duties in general, especially towards our children. I thought I knew Robert before, but he revealed depths of tenderness, love, and appreciation which astonished even me, who know him better, perhaps, than any one else does. I think he has taken a long stride forward, and I shall have to use my small feet pretty lively to keep up with him. I hate to acknowledge it even to myself, but it has been the one dark spot in my married life, Robert's reticence and repression. There are so many great things and little things in everyday life where I have so missed the hearty and frank appreciation which I have always been accustomed to in my father's family. And while I have reason to know that Robert's brothers and sisters esteem and love me, I have been chilled by their manners. They are all alike, except sister Lizzie, who is as open as the day. To illustrate: Last Christmas I gave her a set of embroidery. I had made it myself, and wrought much love in with the dainty stitches. The next time I saw her she put her arms round my neck and gave me a kiss, saying, 'I thank you so much for my Christmas gift. It was just what I wanted. You were so good to make it for me.' I gave sister Laura a similar set. Her thanks came in this way. She had occasion to write me a business note, and at the close she added, 'Thanks for the embroidery.' Now I have a way of knowing that she was just as pleased as Lizzie was, and her 'thanks' probably meant as much to her as Lizzie's tender acknowledgment did to her. Yet I can never take quite the pleasure in gifts to Laura that I can to Lizzie. Is it a weakness in my make-up? Don't we all crave the expression of love and appreciation, and ought we not to have it? Should not this heart-want of ours be met and fed? Are the loving expressions wholly nature's gifts, or is it one of the 'family rights' that children be taught the necessity of a better way, until it is theirs by habit, if not by nature? Write about it, Charity."
So I can do no better than to tell you this little story, and let you find and apply the moral for yourselves, dear readers.—Charity Snow, in the Household.
The Home Circle.
By L. S. Coan
DON'T WAIT.
"Go WITH niggardly words no longer, For those who toil by your side, Waiting without commendation, Till the tired toilers have died. Meet and greet them frankly, Encourage them while they are here, And see the face, sad and thoughtful, Break into a smile of cheer. Wait not till hope is banished, Till hearts from neglect have bled; Wait not till earth is dreary, Till gloom gathers overhead. Wait not till feet, worn and weary, By the hand of fate are led, Sad, and mutely despairing, Down into the rest of the dead. Then wait no longer—life passes, Its hours will soon have sped, Delay not your heart's kind prompting, Don't wait till your friends are dead." -L. S. Coan.
Two Gentlemen.
I saw two young gentlemen on a street-car today. One of them was grown up. He was handsomely dressed in a gray business suit, and had very neat kid gloves and fine boots. The other was about twelve years old. His jacket had several patches, and needed more; and his shirt was of brown cotton and not very clean. Do you wonder how I knew he was a gentleman? I will tell you. The boy went through the car to give some message to the driver. As he returned, he gave a little jump through the door, and as he did so, his bare foot touched the grown gentleman's knee, and left a little mud on it. Turning round on the platform, he raised his straw hat, and said very politely, in a clear tone, "Please excuse me." Then the other gentleman bowed in his turn—just as he would have done to one of his own age—and said with a pleasant smile, "Certainly."
The Iroquois Indians, many of whom are very fine gentlemen, say sometimes of a rude person, "His mother did not teach him manners when he was young." I am inclined to think that the mothers of both my young gentlemen had taken a good deal of pains with their manners, because their politeness came so naturally and easily.—Selected.
Wonders of the Microscope.
A THOUSAND wonders in nature are lost to the human eye, and only revealed to us through the microscope. Think of dividing a single spider's web into a thousand strands, or counting the arteries and nerves in the wings of a gossamer moth. Yet, by the aid of the powerful lens of a microscope, it is found that there are more than four thousand muscles in a caterpillar. The eye of a drone contains fourteen thousand mirrors; and the body of every spider is furnished with four little lumps, pierced with tiny holes, from each of which issues a single thread, and when a thousand of these from each lump are joined together, they make the silk line of which the spider spins its web, and which we call a spider's thread. Spiders have been seen as small as a grain of sand, and these spin a thread so fine that it takes four thousand of them put together to equal in size a single hair.—Methodist Recorder.
Blindness to One’s Own Faults
No ONE is so blind to his own faults as a man who has the habit of detecting the faults of others.
News and Notes.
By Editor
-A meeting of the National Prohibition Alliance is to be held in Chicago, August 22.
-Active preparations are being made for the shipment of grain from California to Europe via New Orleans.
-There are said to be 7,000 American students in Germany, who spend, it is estimated, about $4,500,000 annually.
-Another appropriation of $10,000 to the persons made destitute by the Mississippi floods, has been found necessary.
-Five hundred cattle that were to be shipped to England, were poisoned recently near Montreal, by eating a noxious plant.
-A gang of four counterfeiters, with 6,000 counterfeit dollars, tools, dies, etc., were captured in Chicago by the Secret Service officers, June 8.
-A bill has been introduced in the Chamber of Deputies providing for the immediate abolition of slavery in Cuba, and granting the slaves civil rights.
-A dispatch from Milwaukee, June 7, says: "Heavy forest fires are raging in the vicinity of Merrillton, Wis., and considerable damage is being done to standing timber."
-Another explosion occurred in the Powder Works at Stege Station, near Oakland, on the evening of the 8th. The building was blown to atoms, but no lives were lost.
-In Japan 90 per cent. of the people are able to read; in the United States only 80 per cent.; in England, 67; in China, 50; and in India 5 per cent. can boast that accomplishment.
-A State Prohibitory Organization has been incorporated in Wisconsin. Its objects are to secure the submission of a prohibitory amendment to the people, and to compel its enforcement.
-"White labor laundries" run solely by Chinamen, are among the tricks which the "heathen Chinee" adopts in order to secure the custom of those who are unfavorably inclined towards him.
-A severe hailstorm swept over Northampton County, N. C., and Southampton County, Va., June 6, demolishing houses and ruining crops. Some hailstones were said to be a foot long, and to weigh a pound and a half.
-There is no suspension of the outrages in Ireland. The latest is the shooting of a landlord and his escort. Such events are getting so common as to scarcely excite remark.
-Reports from Patrick County, Virginia, state that owing to the drought last year, which ruined the corn crop, many persons are actually starving. The county is very mountainous and isolated, and distant from the railroad, which renders it difficult for assistance to reach the people.
-According to the official figures of the Internal Revenue Commissioner, the number of barrels of beer made in the United States, in 1863, was 1,765,827; the number in 1880, was 13,147,110, an increase of over 11,000,000 barrels. What a shockingly temperate nation we are getting to be.
-A paper was read before a recent meeting of the New York Historical Society, in which it was emphatically denied that Thomas Jefferson wrote the Declaration of Independence, as is generally supposed. The original manuscript was brought forward to prove that it was written by one John Dennison.
-It is stated that the Khonds, an aboriginal tribe in the Central Provinces, have taken Bhowra Patra, the chief town of the tribe called the Cultahs, whom the Khonds accuse of agrarian encroachments. They robbed the treasury and murdered over four hundred people. Portions of the hair and flesh of the victims were distributed among the Hill Khonds to induce them to join the revolt.
-On the evening of the 4th inst., the schooner Industry capsized just outside the harbor of South Haven, Mich. All on board were drowned. The wreck was near the shore and was witnessed by hundreds of people, but owing to the terrible sea it was impossible to render any assistance to the drowning crew. A severe storm was raging all along the eastern shore of the lake at the time, and many wrecks are reported.
-It is said that the American Society of Civil Engineers is arranging a scheme for a standard time for the whole world. Among other changes, it is proposed to have only one series of hours in the day, extending from midnight to midnight and numbering from 1 to 24, without interruption; to number the hours between midnight and noon (1 to 12) precisely as at present, and to denote the hours between noon and midnight by letters of the alphabet.
Religious Notes.
By Editor
-China spends $150,000,000 annually in ancestral worship.
-The number of church holidays in Russia is about 160 a year. Knowing this fact, it will not be so difficult to understand why the Russians persecute the Jews. "Satan finds some mischief still, for idle hands to do."
-Quite a sensation has been made by the statement of an Episcopal Clergyman in Washington, D. C., that he repeated mass, recited prayers for the dead, had established auricular confession, and granted absolution.
-Three stations have already been established by the London Missionary Society on Tanganyka, and it is the intention of that organization to send out soon a steel steamer to navigate the lake and assist in maintaining more stations on its shores.
-Mrs. Bainbridge, of Providence R. I., says that going out from one of the mission-houses in Foochow, China, she met a man with a pole across his shoulders, with a basket on each end filled with girl babies, which he was trying to sell at 40 cents each.
-The Sabbath Recorder contains an article on "Lady Ministers." The writer thinks that their natural endowments are such as to make them most efficient ministers, and that the churches should seek for ministers among the devoted young women, and should educate them for that purpose.
-A recent visitor to the Modoc Indians in the Indian Territory found them in the front rank of progress in the temperance movement-the sale of intoxicating liquors entirely prohibited, and the name of every man and woman, and of every child old enough to sign, on the temperance pledge.
-The American Baptist Home Mission Society, in its late meeting in New York, "earnestly deprecated" the passage of the Chinese Bill. The report of the Committee on Chinese Missions said that such a law was not demanded by any actual peril to the American institutions or industries; it was brought about "by an unchristian race prejudice, and the rivalry of political parties ambitious for power, and will be an ineffaceable stain upon our national honor."
-The village of Bertrola, near Turin, in Italy, has renounced the Roman Catholic religion, and accepted the Protestant faith. The archbishop suspended the priest and closed the church against the parishioners. The indignant villagers then invited the evangelical ministers of Turin to come and expound the word of God to them, which they have continued to do since early in January. The village, containing about 2,000 inhabitants, is now thoroughly Protestantized.
-If some ministers nowadays being installed were one-half as certain about what they do know and believe as they are concerning what they don't know and do not believe, there would be much better ecclesiastical timber put into some pulpits than we fear will get there. Your modern agnostic-evangelical of course-is a sort of theological fence-viewer; he cannot make up his mind what field to abide in and so straddles the fence. Easy for the fence, but rather hard for the man.
-Some time since we mentioned the establishment of a school in China, by the M. E. Church. The success of the school, Dr. Allen, the President, writes thus: "We have been forced to accept 400 pupils, and yet there are very many applicants for whom we can find no place. But the truly marvelous part of the whole is the class of boys and young men who apply, and their eagerness to get in, the crowning marvel being that while no tuition, as such, is charged, the subscriptions of the pupils, for every one subscribes, and the friends of the enterprise, already suffice for two years. There never was anything like this ever seen or heard of in China before. I had expected to open two high schools with some 100 boys to each the first year, but in less than four months from the first announcement of our plans, we are compelled to accept 200 each, with full 100 more on the reserve or expectant list."
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Address, SIGNS OF THE TIMES, Oakland, Cal.
Camp-Meetings.
By Editor
MINNESOTA, Minneapolis, June 21-27.
DAKOTA, Parker, June 29-July 4.
TEXAS, Waxahachie, July 21-31.
To THOSE who may wonder why personal letters to the editor of the SIGNS do not receive immediate attention, it may be necessary to state that he is traveling about in Oregon and Washington Territory, attending the camp-meetings, and cannot receive his mail regularly. The labor of the meetings, also, allows little time for correspondence.
British Department of the Signs
By Editor
WE have received No. 3 of the “British Department” of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES. This number shows a decided improvement over the preceding two numbers. It is full of interesting items in regard to the work in England, which cannot fail to interest our American readers, as well. Any person wishing it, can receive it for the year, direct from the English Depository, by sending address, with twenty cents, to Miss Alice Morrison, Pacific Press, Oakland, Cal.
To V. M. Societies.
By N. C. McClure
WE are prepared to furnish lists of names obtained in our Sacramento labors to all who desire to do missionary work. Address, stating number you want,
N. C. MCCLURE,
914 Laguna St., San Francisco, Cal.
Acknowledgement.
By John Norton Loughborough
IN the preparation of my article in this number of the SIGNS, entitled “God's Purpose Concerning the Earth,” I have to acknowledge with gratitude the great assistance I have received from “The Voice of the Church,” published by D. T. Taylor, Boston, Mass.
J. N. LOUGHBOROUGH.
A Sunday-Law Conviction.
By Editor
It has been so long since any cases have been tried under the Sunday Law, and so much longer since a conviction has been obtained, that we, in common with many others, had almost forgotten that such a law was in existence. It has yet a little life, however, as may be seen by the following item from the San Francisco Chronicle, of June 11:—
"A genuine surprise was afforded yesterday morning in Judge Rix's Court by the conviction of J. C. Scott, a Third-street stationer, who was charged by Officer Whan with having kept his store open on the 19th of last March, which was a Sunday. Scott was tried by a jury, which spent a quarter of an hour before determining upon the defendant's guilt."
Crime.
By Editor
The papers for three days prior to the time of this writing, contain the account of eighteen murders committed in the United States, besides numerous lesser crimes, and some too horrible to mention. Probably not one of the murderers will receive his just deserts. The trial of the man who stabbed his brother in a drunken brawl in San Francisco, recently, has just resulted in a disagreement of the jury. These wise men evidently thought that the man was not guilty, because, being a drunkard, he had peculiar rights. Besides, his brother was drunk and tried to stab him too. It has got so nowadays that juries seem disposed to blame the victims for getting in the way, rather than convict the murderer. They might learn something useful by reading 1 Tim. 1 : 9, 10.
Women of the Iuka Presbyterian Church
The Presbyterian Church at Iuka, Miss., is composed almost exclusively of female members. From their report to the Chickasaw Presbytery it is shown that these excellent ladies are a most zealous and faithful band of Christian workers. Even the superintendent of the Sunday-school is a lady, and a most efficient superintendent, too. This is certainly an admirable showing for the good ladies of Iuka, but the question now naturally arises, What are the men of Iuka doing? — Christian at Work.
Appointments.
Oakland and San Francisco.
OAKLAND.—Church N. E. corner Clay and 13th Streets. Meeting every Sabbath (Saturday) at 11 A. M. Preaching every second and fourth Sunday evening of each month. Prayer-meeting every Tuesday evening. Eld. J. H. Waggoner, Pastor. Sabbath-school at 9:30 A. M. Dr. E. J. Waggoner, Superintendent. Seats always free.
SAN FRANCISCO.—Church on Laguna Street, between McAllister and Tyler Streets. Meeting every Sabbath (Saturday) at 11 A. M. Prayer-meeting Wednesday evening. M. C. Israel, Elder. No regular preaching. Sabbath-school at 9:45 A. M. E. A. Stockton, Superintendent. Street-cars of the Hayes Valley Line, and Central and Lone Mountain Line, pass close to the meeting-house.