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Earlier text: THE SANCTUARY AND ITS CLEANSING

OBITUARY.

By S. T. Belden; S. B. Belden

We are now left to mourn the loss of our beloved and only son. He died of consumption, Sept. 11th, aged 10 months, after an illness of eight weeks, the most of which time he was a great sufferer; yet his sufferings were manifestly borne with much patience, although at so early an age. He was an affectionate and interesting child. His pleasant smile and cheering voice is no more seen or heard by us. Our home seems lonely without him: at times it seems almost too much to bear up under. Although we feel his loss very much, yet we mourn not as those who have no hope.

"God took him in his mercy, A lamb untasked, untried."

The thought that he will so soon rise again is a source of consolation, and is all that is left to comfort us. We trust he sleeps in Jesus, and will soon awake in his glorified image no more to feel the sting of death. "I am the resurrection and the life."

"Gone from thy mother's breast, Gone from thy cradle bed, Henceforth, sweet babe, thy dreamless rest, Is with the quiet dead. 'God thought it best,' and we Bow to his holy will. Our hearts, from every murmur free, Shall trust his goodness still. Thee in the grave we lay, And spread the green turf o'er, In certain hope of that glad day, That shall the gift restore."

S. T. BELDEN. S. B. BELDEN.

Death of Mary Sophronia Perkins

By Jos. J.; Laura H. Perkins

DEPARTED this life, Sept. 16th, 1855, Mary Sophronia, our only daughter, aged 6 years, 6 months and 13 days. Her disease was typhoid fever. The morning of her death she was asked, "Mary, do you want to get well?" She replied, "No, not no," and soon after fell asleep in Jesus without a struggle. In her death we have lost the loved one of our household. We no more hear her bounding footstep, nor her joyous laugh, nor see her little form kneeling around our family altar; but we rejoice in the time when she shall be brought again from the land of the enemy; and if faithful we shall be united again in the new earth to part no more.

Jos. J., & Laura H. Perkins. Macomb Co., Mich., Sept., 1855.

Progress of Discovery during the last Half Century.

LET us look back to the beginning of this century, and see what mighty works have been done by inventors since that time. In 1800 there was not a single steamboat in the world. In 1807 Fulton launched the Clermont which made a passage to Albany in 32 hours. At that time the mode of travel was by schooners and sloops which were frequently six days on the passage. The improvement was certainly great, but what would Fulton now say to see steamboats running the same distance in eight hours, and some of them large enough to stow the Clermont on their forward decks?

At present, it is calculated that there are no less than 3,000 steamboats of all sizes in America, and the time saved to travellers, by the invention of the steamboat, is at seventy per cent; that is, a person can travel a greater distance in 30 days now by steamboat than he could in 100 days in 1800. Look at the Iron Horse moving out of his stable, screaming and panting to start on his journey. That is the steam engine in its most perfect state—it is a near approach to the spiritual and physical combination. Behold how easily he drags the ponderous train at the rate of thirty miles per hour, thus conveying hundreds of passengers in comfort and safety, to a distance in an hour which, but a few years ago, would take them nearly a whole day to accomplish by stages. Within three months the Queen of England was transported from the interior of Scotland to London, a distance of 400 miles, in ten hours. In 1800 the same journey could not be accomplished in less than eight days. In the United States there are at least 5,700 miles of railroad constructed, and there cannot be less than 20,750 miles of railroad now in operation in Europe and America, for neither Africa nor Asia can yet boast of a single line completed.

Who, if he were told twenty years ago that the sun would be used for a limner's pencil, would have believed it? Not one: and yet this has been done. When M. Daguerre, a distinguished chemist of Paris, first published in 1839, that he had discovered a method of taking pictures on metal plates by the sun, the public regarded his metal tablets with feelings of wonder.

The animal chemistry of Liebig has been but recently given to the world: cotton and saw-dust are now made to propel cannon balls, and rend rocks by a spark from a battery, and chloroform has come to the aid of surgery, arms and limbs are amputated from men and women every day, they are as ignorant of the operation performing on them as the dead in their graves.

There is not a single department in science and art but has been greatly enriched with splendid discoveries during the last fifty years.

Fifteen years ago pins were all made by hand. Each was made of more than one piece, and a number of persons were required to finish every one. A single machine now completes the operation from beginning to end: and, in Waterbury, Conn., 4,030,000 are finished every day, and the machinery for counting them and sticking them in papers is equally ingenious.

Look at the simple article of Lucifer Matches. Twenty years ago we knew nothing about their benefits. None but those who were comparatively rich could buy them, and fifteen years ago a box, which now sells for one cent, could not be purchased for less than twelve cents.

Among the grand discoveries of the last half century, the Electric Telegraph stands out in bold relief. It has given to man the power of transmitting his thoughts to his fellow man thousands of miles distant in a few seconds. “Electricity leaves her thunderbolt in the sky, and like Mercury dismissed from Olympus acts as letter-carrier and message-boy.” In 1837, when Morse first proclaimed that he could write messages by electricity at any distance, wise people shrugged their shoulders and looked with blank unbelief upon such a daring proposition. In 1843 the first line of telegraph was completed in our country between Washington and Baltimore, and since that time the progress of telegraph lines has been most surprising and astounding, if anything can now surprise us in the shape of discovery. All the important cities in our Union are linked by the lightning tracks, and wherever we travel, there we behold suspended, on slender poles, those attenuated threads, along which the lightning fleets with messages of love, hope, gain or fear. The speeches delivered in the halls of Congress to-day, are delivered to the readers of the newspapers in all our important cities next morning. The whole science of Voltaism, Electro-magnetism, Electrotyping, are trophies of the discoveries made during the last fifty years.

POPULAR RELIGION.

By Taylor

He that breaks off the yoke of obedience, and unties the bands of discipline, and preaches a cheap religion, and presents heaven in the midst of flowers, and strews carpets softer than the Asian luxury in the way, and sets the songs of Sion to the tunes of the persian and lighter airs, and offers great liberty of living, and reconciles eternity with present enjoyment—he shall have his schools filled with disciples: but he that preaches the Cross and the severities of Christianity, and the strictness of a holy life, shall have the lot of his blessed Lord; he shall be thought ill of, and deserted.—Taylor.

To Live Is Christ

By Editor

thing. We are not quite sure that you ought to live. It is not perfectly obvious, that there is any necessity for it. Perhaps the world would be better off if you were dead. If you can live so as to be a blessing to your fellow-creatures, and to the glory of God, we are ready to admit that it is of some importance to have your life continued. But if your example is to be an injury to mankind, if your rum-selling, your Sabbath-breaking, your cheating in trade, or what not, is to be kept up from day to day, if you can find no way of carrying on your business but by breaking God's law, if you cannot accumulate property without setting at naught the institutions of heaven, the sooner you die the better. And if you look at the thing in the light of God's word, you will be of the same mind.

There was a good man of old who said, "To me to live is Christ, and to die is gain." Phil. i, 21. As though he had said, 'I have no other object in living but to serve and honor Christ. When I can do nothing more towards this object, I shall wish to die; for to die is gain.' Paul felt that his life was not his own, and that he had no right to dispose of it in any other way but that which would be most conducive to the end for which he was created and redeemed. As Paul felt, so ought everybody to feel. He that makes it the great end of life to grow rich, and enjoy himself, is any thing but a Christian.

Suppose it were even so, that by rigidly keeping the Sabbath, at all times, and under all circumstances, or by rigidly refusing to engage in any employment which dishonors God or works injury to man, you were reduced to the point of starving; would that justify you in breaking the Sabbath, or in undertaking such God-dishonoring business? If God, in His providence requires you to starve, is it not your duty to starve? If His providence is so ordered that you cannot possibly obtain enough, in an honest way, to keep off hunger, is it not your duty to endure hunger? Do not say, that to starve to death, under such circumstances, would be so much like committing suicide, that you would lie under the guilt of self-murder. If God require you to do what would issue in death, it is no more suicide than the slaying of Isaac would have been murder, had Abraham carried it into effect. If it is as you say, therefore, that you cannot adhere rigidly to righteousness as enjoined in God's law without starving, then starve; and, in so doing, you will glorify God, and save your own soul.

Of course, if under the circumstances supposed, starvation itself is to be braved, much more is it one's duty to endure evils of less magnitude. The man who pleads that he cannot do strictly right in all things, because it would cut off his facilities for business, or would keep him in a very uncomfortable condition through life, has not learned the first rudiments of Christianity.

But is it true, that to do strictly right would imperil one's interests, to the extent imagined? We do not believe that any one was ever left to starve for his righteousness. David had never seen such an instance in his day, [Ps. xxxvii, 25,] and the promises of Gospel afford ample guaranty that the thing will never occur. Try the experiment, see whether God will forsake you. Why, how distrustful you are! How much you act like an infidel! You dare not wait till the Sabbath is past, to transact your business, lest the Providence of God take away your opportunity. What kind of a God do you suppose Him to be? You seem to think that he will not stand by you, unless you break His laws.

T. B. B.—[Sab. Recorder.

Leave the Ship this Tide, or you are Lost.

In the great storm which swept the New England coast, Dec. 29th, 1853, the ship Lowell was driven ashore at Race point—one of twenty foundering vessels on that beach. The keeper of the lighthouse went between the breaking billows, and extending his arms, called to the mariners to fall into them.

He thus conveyed ashore one by one, amid the cold spray of the wrathful waters, all excepting the mate of the ship. He, poor man was crazy. The horrors of the scene had turned his brain, and he walked the deck with the air of command. The brave deliverer of his comrades went to the vessel's side, and through the roar of the surges shouted, "Leave the ship this tide, or you are lost!" The maniac smiled, and continued his promenade on the reeling deck. The last call was heard and disregarded. Soon the bark went to pieces, and the solitary mariner perished.

How strikingly does this fact illustrate the experience of many a sinner. In a time of revival, or on some occasion of unusual anxiety and effort for the salvation of an individual, does God's Spirit thus speak to the soul. The last invitation comes to the lingering member of a household, or of a social circle, almost all of whom have been gathered into the embrace of redeeming love: "Leave your perilous place of fancied security, this tide in your eternal destiny, or you perish." God sees it, friends fear such a result. But the sinner only pauses, smiles again, and is stranded for eternity.

In these times, let men beware how they cling to the wreck of a fallen world, and refuse the extended arms of mercy, lest they be withdrawn for ever.

Take courage and consider that the hour of self-denial and painful wrestling with God will be short, and the time of victorious recompense as long as eternity itself.—Fletcher.

Note from Bro. Loughborough.

By John Norton Loughborough

I MADE the following statement in the Review, No. 5, Vol. VII, concerning the Tent, &c.:

The cost of the Tent and wagon was $269,25. I have since paid $1,25 for repairs. Total expenditure, $270,50. Of this sum there has been $220,10 raised, which leaves a balance of $49,15 yet to be raised. This is money that was borrowed from Bro. White, on which he is paying interest. The horse, which I have purchased, was purchased of Bro. White. There is still $52 unpledged, on the horse. As Bro. White is in a few days to leave for the West, he will need this money which is due him.

But few have responded to the above call. Perhaps the friends of truth may think that the money receipted in the Review, Nos. 6, 7 & 8, goes to pay this expense. Most of this that has been receipted is money that had been pledged. There is still due Bro. White, pledged and unpledged, $110,40. Bro. White has gone to Battle Creek, and writes that he must have this means soon. I, of course, am under obligations to pay this money to Bro. White. If it is not raised soon I shall be under the necessity of disposing of some of the Tent property to meet the debt. But there is no property but what we shall need for operating with the Tent another season, and to sell this and purchase new will prove a loss of at least 25 per cent.

Of the above sum mentioned there is but $30 pledged. I know of no other way to raise it than for those who have pledged to increase their pledge as much as may be possible. Will the brethren prayerfully consider these things, and address me at Rochester, N. Y., in regard to it. J. N. LOUGHBOROUGH.

The Lord's Prayer.

A FRIEND tells us the following interesting anecdote of Booth, the great tragedian, which we do not recollect to have seen in print. It occurred in the palmy days of his fame, before the sparkle of his great black eyes had been dimmed by that bane of genius, strong drink. Booth and several friends had been invited to dine with an old gentleman in Baltimore, of distinguished kindness, urbanity, and piety. The host, though disapproving of theatres and theatre-going, had heard so much of Booth's remarkable powers, that curiosity to see the man had, in this instance, overcome all his scruples and prejudice.

After the entertainment was over, lamps lighted, and the company re-seated in the drawing-room, some one requested Booth, as a particular favor, and one which all present would doubtless appreciate, to read aloud the Lord's prayer. Booth expressed his ready willingness to afford them this gratification, and all eyes were turned expectantly upon him. Booth rose slowly and reverently from his chair. It was wonderful to watch the play of emotions that convulsed his countenance. He became deathly pale, and his eyes, turned tremblingly upwards, were wet with tears. As yet he had not spoken. The silence could be felt. It became absolutely painful, until at last the spell was broken as if by an electric shock, as his rich toned voice, from white lips, syllabled forth, "Our Father who art in heaven," &c., with a pathos and fervid solemnity that thrilled all hearts.

He finished. The silence continued. Not a voice was heard or a muscle moved in his rapt audience, until from a remote corner of the room a subdued sob was heard, and the old gentleman (their host) stepped forth with streaming eyes and tottering frame, and seizing Booth by the hand, "Sir," said he in broken accents, "you have afforded me a pleasure for which my whole future life will feel grateful. I am an old man, and every day from boyhood to the present time, I thought I had repeated the Lord's Prayer, but I never heard it before, never."

"You are right," said Booth; "to read that prayer as it should be read has cost me the severest study and labor for thirty years, and I am far from being yet satisfied with my rendering of that wonderful production. Hardly one person in ten thousand comprehends how much beauty, tenderness, and grandeur can be condensed in a space so small and in words so simple. That prayer of itself sufficiently illustrates the truth of the Bible, and stamps upon it the seal of Divinity."

So great was the effect produced (says our informant, who was present) that conversation was sustained but a short time longer, in subdued monosyllables, and almost entirely ceased; and soon after, at an early hour, the company broke up, and retired to their several homes, with sad faces and full hearts. Chicago Tribune.

Living unto God.

LIVING unto God is the great and only sure test of Christian character. We are not our own, and the very thought of living to ourselves should be our grief; it is our guilt and shame. The first wish of our heart, the sublimest desire of our soul, should be to live unto God—to consecrate to him every action of our life, thought of our mind and feeling of our heart—to give him all. This devotion to God is not merely important, but it is essential. No correct views of truth, zeal for doctrine, feeling, tears or prayers, can supply its place. We must, like Enoch, walk with God, and like Paul, struggle to bring every thought into obedience unto Christ. It may be a severe task in this cold, indifferent, selfish world, to deny ourself to take up our cross and imitate the meek, lowly and Godly example of him who said "follow me;" but there is a power in grace divine, a celestial influence in redemption's scheme, which, when brought to bear upon the soul, can win it from the world, and inspire it with heaven directed energies. It can warm the affections of the heart, give life and energy to the soul, and constrain the truly pious to live unto God. They not only feel, but act; that religion is a spurious counterfeit, which ends in feeling, sighs and tears, leaving the life unchanged, unconformed to the will of God. Nor must this conformity be a mere form of godliness, or the result of momentary excitement and natural sympathy: it must be the undying energies of the new-born soul, warmed by the love of Christ and animated by the distant but brilliant glories of heaven.

Reader, are you living unto God? Are the warm and constant breathings of your soul, "Thy kingdom come?" and the earnest prayer of your heart, "Lord, what wilt thou have me to do?" Professed disciples of Jesus, to these inquiries what is the answer of your conscience and your actions as you mingle with an indifferent and ungodly world? Let your answer be deep, heart-searching and prayerful. Place yourself, as it were, before the judgment bar, and with all the solemn, grand and fearful scenes of the eternal world before your eyes, inquire with deep, earnest solicitude, Am I living unto God—unto him who died for me? If you are not thus living you have no Scriptural hope of heaven. You may have a name among the people of God; you may talk much about religion and the church, and even manifest a zeal that would lead you to compass sea and land to make one proselyte to the sect of your choice; but all this will not answer as a substitute for real spiritual piety. This alone can move the heart, mould the character, and conform the life unto God.—True Witness.

Adhering to Christ.

A Christian friend visiting a good man under great distress and afflicting dispensations, which he bore with such patient and composed resignation as to make his friend wonder and admire it—inquired how he was enabled so to comfort himself? The good man said, "The distress I am under is indeed severe; but I find it lightens the stroke very much, to creep near to him who handles the rod;" adding, "But where else, save in the religion of Christ, could such a sufferer find such a support."

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MAINE.	NEW YORK.
N. N. Lunt, Portland.	J. Byington, Buck's Bridge
S. W. Flanders, Canaan.	A. Ross, Caughdenoy.
Cyprian Stevens, Paris.	David Upson, Moreland.
S. Howland, Topsham.	R. F. Cottrell, Mill Grove.
W. T. Hanniford, Orrington.	John Wager, Orangeport.
Wm. Bryant, Wilton.	L. Lathrop, Oswego.
C. Dingley, E. Pittsfield.	A. H. Robinson, Sandy Creek.
NEW HAMPSHIRE.	E. A. Poole, Lincklaen.
J. Stowell, Washington.	J. A. Loughhead, Elmira.
S. Bunnel, Claremont.	John Hamilton, Fredonia.
MASSACHUSETTS.	PENNSYLVANIA.
O. Nichols, Dorchester.	M. L. Dean, Ulysses
O. Davis, N. Fairhaven.	J. H. Heggie, Alleghany.
L. Paine, Springfield.	C. H. Barrows, Port Alleghany.
VERMONT.	A. Southwic, Smethport.
R. Loveland, Johnson.	MICHIGAN.
H. Bingham, Morristown.	Albert Avery, Locke.
S. H. Peck, Wolcott.	Ira Gardner, Vergennes.
Lewis Bean, Hardwick.	David Hewett, Battle Creek.
Edwin Churchill, Stowe.	C. S. Glover, Sylvan.
E. P. Butler, Waterbury.	A. B. Pearsall, Grand Rapids
Josiah Hart, Northfield.	A. A. Dodge, Jackson.
R. G. Lockwood, Waitsfield.	Wm. M. Smith, "
Jesse Barrows, Irasburg.	A. C. Morton, Delhi.
E. Everts, Vergennes.	J. M. McLellan, Hastings.
H. Gardner, Panton.	OHIO.
S. Willey, Wheelock.	J. B. Sweet, Milan.
CONNECTICUT.	WISCONSIN.
E. H. Chamberlain, Md'town.	P. Hall, Rosendale.
A. Belden, Kensington.	CANADA EAST.
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