CHOLERA has broken out in Jerusalem and nearby cities, and great distress prevails there because of the almost utter lack of medical aid. During the past week 494 deaths have occurred in Jerusalem alone from this disease, and it seems equally virulent in adjacent towns.
Improvements in Rapid Telegraphy
Despatches from Budapest announce that further improvements have been made in the system of rapid telegraphy, which was first described a year ago. Telegrams are now transmitted from Pressburg to Budapest at a rate of from 50,000 to 70,000 words an hour.
Relief for Southern China Famine
APPEALS are now being made by benevolent societies for assistance for the famine-stricken people of Southern China. It is said that the richer Chinese, taking advantage of the famine, have cornered the rice supply and raised the price.
St. Pierre Devastated by Fire
The city of St. Pierre, Newfoundland, has been again devastated by fire, the third time since 1865. The loss by the conflagration of November 1, is placed at $500,000, the principal buildings of the town being destroyed.
Measles Plague in Kamchatka
A REPORT from London states that a plague of measles has broken out on the peninsula of Kamchatka, and that 10,000 persons have died of the disease, some of the villages being nearly depopulated.
Turkey Yields Aden Hinterland to England
Turkey has yielded to England’s demand for the evacuation of the Hinterland of Aden, Arabia, and has ordered the Turkish troops in that region to leave that territory to English control.
British Expedition Against the Mad Mullah
The British are collecting their forces in Somaliland and preparing for another expedition against the Mad Mullah, which will be undertaken in about two months.
Another North Pole Expedition Planned
ANOTHER expedition in search of the North Pole is being planned by William Zeigler, of New York, who financed the unsuccessful Baldwin-Zeigler expedition.
Rumanian Jewish Migration Resumes
After an interval of several weeks, the migration of Rumanian Jews to the United States has recommenced heavily.
Man Burned at Stake in Mississippi
On November 1 a negro was burned at the stake at Darling, Miss., for the murder of two men.
THE MISSIONARY NURSE.
By Abbie M. Winegar
[By Abbie M. Winegar, M.D., superintendent of the St. Helena Training School for Missionary Nurses.]
To the young woman or young man who wishes to devote the life to uplifting fallen humanity, there is no greater opportunity offered than that of the missionary nurse. In no way can we more closely follow in the footsteps of our blessed Master who went about doing good, healing all manner of diseases, and ministering in every way possible to those who were in need. The world will ever owe a debt of gratitude to Florence Nightingale who, with a heart of love for suffering humanity, braved the hardships and overcame the obstacles attendant upon the opening up of a new line of work; and especially as the nurses of her time were of the “Sairy Gamp” order, belonging to the ignorant and even degraded classes.
She met with opposition from physicians who feared that the educated and enlightened nurse would supersede the physician, and thus his profession be lowered; but amid discouragement and opposition she distinguished herself during the Crimean War in caring for the soldiers, and afterward established a training school for nurses, the first of the kind ever opened. Since the opening up of this school and the demonstration to the world of the superiority of the trained nurse over the ignorant, illiterate class of former days, there has been an increasing demand for trained nurses.
There is not one, not even the physician or Gospel minister, who comes in such close touch with suffering souls; no one to whom the patient is so likely to open the heart and unburden the soul. Here as at no other time has the God-fearing nurse an opportunity to speak words of comfort and to point the sin-sick soul to the Great Physician, who is the Healer not only of physical disease but of spiritual disease as well.
A Group of Missionary Nurses at St. Helena Sanitarium.
Probably no other profession or occupation requires more earnest consecration, and in none is there a less place for frivolity, lightness, jesting and such like. In such a high and holy calling all of the most noble and beautiful attributes of character must predominate. The nurse must recognize the divine call to this work and appreciate something of the great responsibility resting upon her. Her success in this work depends largely upon a recognition of this and the readiness with which she adapts herself to the situation.
One may be able to administer medicines or treatments thoroughly, to observe and report symptoms accurately, and yet be sadly lacking in some of the essential qualifications of the ideal nurse. Love for suffering humanity, with the numerous beautiful traits that follow in its train, must be the basis for success in this work. David said, “Thy gentleness hath made me great.” The gentleness of Christ dwelling within him had made David truly great; so may this same gentleness in each one of us make us indeed great. Gentleness is a very necessary element in the character of the nurse, but with it must be firmness which will enable her to be strength for her patient.
No young person should enter this work simply for a professional training for pecuniary purposes. The work is too sacred to permit any one to enter upon it for selfish gain; and those who enter it with no higher motive will undoubtedly fail, and will miss one of the grandest opportunities of bringing joy and happiness into the lives of others and thus of adding to their own happiness.
Neither should a young man or a young woman enter upon this work with merely a sentimental motive—dreaming of fame in bathing the brows or smoothing the pillows of imaginary heroes. Oftentimes the nurse will find it necessary to care for those who are uncongenial and repulsive, but there must be that divine love in the heart which will call forth a response even from those in whom the image of God seems almost effaced.
“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you: Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these My brethren, ye have done it unto Me.”
SUPERIORITY OF A VEGETAL DIET.
[The following from the Chicago Vegetarian, of September 15, written by J. Howard Moore, A. B., is worthy of consideration by those who eat flesh or who are on the doubting line]:—
It is a common supposition among the ignorant and the half-informed that animals are, as a whole, overwhelmingly carnivorous. And this supposed fact is often pointed to in justification of the carnivorous practices of men. If the supposition were true, it would have no such significance as is ordinarily imputed to it; for man does not need, in the first place, to sit at the feet of his intellectual inferiors to learn what is proper and what is improper; and, in the second place, if he did need to do so, he would be under no obligations to select the most reprehensible examples as his models rather than the fairest, just because the reprehensible ones are in a majority.
But the supposition is not true anyway. A very large number, perhaps a majority, of the something-like one million species of animals living on the earth derive their food directly from the vegetal kingdom—from the fruits, flowers, foliage, grains, stems, bulbs, barks, roots, nuts, juices, seeds, and secretions of plants. These species are scattered throughout the animal kingdom, from protozoa to primates. And these plant-eating species are as a rule, superior, intellectually, morally, and physically, to the predaceous species. The insects, representing more than one-half the known species of the earth, live prevailingly on plants and plant products. The bees and butterflies, the crickets and katydids, whose beautiful and wonderful lives so often furnish lessons of innocence and industry to mankind, belong to this class. Fishes and reptiles, like men, are prevailingly carnivorous. But there are many fishes and a few reptiles that feed wholly on plants. The sargasso and the diatom, which grow so abundantly everywhere in oceanic waters, are the foundation of the life and energy of the sea.
The most beautiful of the birds, including nearly all those that sing and all those associated with man, are either wholly or fundamentally granivorous. The canary, oriole, humming-bird, dove, skylark, nightingale, meadow-lark, linnet, tanager, cardinal, wren, brown thrasher, wood thrush (the most serene and heavenly of all voices), bluebird, bobolink, waxwing, chewink, grosbeak, gold-finch, mocking-bird, vesper-sparrow, song-sparrow, quail, cassowary, crane, ostrich, parrot, peacock, grouse, pheasant, fowls of all kinds—all of these and many others live entirely or chiefly on seeds, fruits, and grains.
The mammals are the most powerful and influential of the inhabitants of the earth. And excepting the dog, who was originally a wolf or a jackal, and who has become much changed in both character and diet since his association with man, the most beautiful, the fleetest, the most sagacious, and the most useful of the mammals are strict vegetarians. The horse, the most magnificent of known creatures, whose strength rivals that of the engine and whose speed outruns the wind, feeds on grains and grasses. The proverbial might of the ox is derived from the dynamite of the cereal. The elephant, whose strength uproots the forest, and the camel, the most enduring of man’s slaves, live on herbage. The camel will11amble over the yielding sands of the hot desert with a burden of 200 pounds, at the rate of five or six miles an hour, for fifteen hours out of the twenty-four. This marvelous creature will keep this up every day for a week or ten days, without a drop of water to drink and with nothing to eat but cactuses, desert thorns, and a handful of barley-meal once a day. The moss-nourished reindeer attains a speed of ten miles an hour with a pack on his back.
No carnivorous animal can boast the enormous might of the rhinoceros, or the endurance and strength of the herb-fed mule. The gibbon is the most remarkable of all animals for its agility. It has long arms, a lithe body, and can swing forty feet from one limb to another. It swings through the forest in such rapid succession as to rival in its speed the flight of birds, and it is said to be able to keep this up for hours without fatigue. The gorilla is said to be strong enough to crack a gun-barrel in his jaws and to vanquish the African lion by main strength. The orang is also very strong. According to the natives of Borneo, the orang is sometimes attacked by the crocodile when he goes to the river-side to drink. In such cases, the natives say the orang beats the crocodile to death or rips up his throat by pulling his jaws asunder. All of these anthropoids live on a simple diet of nuts, fruits, canes and flowers. The human-like monkey, the nimble squirrel, the fleet antelope and deer, the sheep, the swine, the llama, the giraffe, the mouse, the alpaca, the hare, the beaver, the manatee, the tapir, the kangaroo, the buffalo, the zebra, the musk-ox, the reindeer, etc., are all vegetarians. And they are, as a class, far superior in character, strength, and intelligence to the carnivora.
The carnivora are, as a rule, treacherous, unsocial and cruel. The strength of the lion is largely imaginary. It has probably been imputed to him on account of his great voice and fearful facial area. His strength is but momentary, and in endurance he can not be compared with the ox, the elephant, the camel, the mule, the reindeer, the rhinoceros, and the horse.
Since a majority of the most powerful and splendid races of the earth derive their aliment from the plant, it is hard to see how there can be any question as to the fact that alimentary substances of the highest excellence are found abundantly in the vegetal kingdom.
HE CARETH.
“Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.”
WHAT can it mean? Is it aught to Him / That the nights are long and the days are dim? / Can He be touched by the griefs I bear, / Which sadden the heart and whiten the hair? / Around His throne are eternal calms, / And strong, glad music of happy psalms, / And bliss, unruffled by any strife; / How can He care for my little life?
And yet I want Him to care for me, / While I live in this world where the shadows be, / When the lights die down from the path I take, / When the strength is feeble and friends forsake, / When love and music, that once did bless, / Have left me to silence and loneliness, / And my life-song changes to sobbing prayers, / Then my heart cries out for a God who cares.
When shadows hang o’er me the whole day long / And my spirit is bowed with shame and wrong, / When I am in fault, and the deeper shade / Of conscious sin makes my heart afraid; / And the busy world has too much to do / To stay in its course to help me through, / And I long for a Saviour, can it be / That the God of the universe cares for me?
O, wonderful story of deathless love! / Each child is dear to the Heart above. / He fights for me when I can not fight, / He comforts me in the gloom of night; / He lifts the burden, for He is strong; / He stills the sigh and awakes the song; / The sorrow that bowed me down He bears, / And loves, and pardons, because He cares.
Let all who are sad take heart again; / We are not alone in our hours of pain; / Our Father stoops from the throne above / To soothe and quiet us with His love. / He leaves us not when the storm is high, / And we have safety when He is nigh. / Can it be trouble, which He doth share? / O, rest in peace, for the Lord does care!
—Anon.
The Daughter’s Place in the Home
“The place of the daughter in the home is as large or as small a place as she is able to make it. It is really a creative place, one in which she can be the brightest, happiest, most helpful influence in the home, or simply a partaker of the comforts and protection of the home.”
TWO COLLEGE BOYS.
Most boys are anxious to get a post where they may have easy work, and live in what they call a genteel style. Such, however, do not get the best work in the world. The ambition to work, to be doing something useful, no matter what, is what the sensible world wants to see in a young man or woman. The following has a moral for those who want to get on in life:—
Two boys left home with just enough money to take them through college; after that they must depend entirely upon their own efforts. They attacked the collegiate problems successfully, passed the graduation, received their diplomas from the faculty, also commendatory letters to a large ship-building firm with which they desired employment. Ushered into the waiting-room of the head of the firm, the first was given an audience. He presented his letters.
“What can you do?” asked the man of millions.
“I should like some sort of a clerkship.”
“Well, sir, I will take your name and address, and should we have anything of the kind open, will correspond with you.”
As he passed out, he remarked to his waiting companion, “You can go in and leave your address.”
The other presented himself and his papers.
“What can you do?” was asked.
“I can do anything that a green hand can do, sir,” was the reply.
The magnate touched a bell, which called a superintendent.
“Have you anything to put a man to work at?”
“We want a man to sort scrap-iron,” replied the superintendent.
And the college graduate went to sorting scrap-iron. One week passed, and the president meeting the superintendent, asked, “How is the new hand getting on?”
“O,” said the boss, “he did his work so well, and never watched the clock, that I put him over the gang!”
In one year this man had reached the head of a department and an advisory position with the management, at a salary represented by four figures, while his million companion was “clerk” in a livery stable, washing harnesses and carriages.—Selected.
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True Sympathy with Children.
There are many conscientious fathers and mothers, who make themselves and their children miserable, by taking youthful follies too seriously. It is an innate propensity of a child possessed of average good health and spirits to make older people laugh with him; not at him, but at the things that seem amusing to his own sense. And the mother who has the blithe and ready humor to enter into his fun becomes his most fascinating companion. He heeds her rebukes and bends to her correction without ill feeling, where sternness would arouse his pride and ire, for he is assured that she is ready to share all his innocent pranks, and that her disapproval has no foundation in impatience or injustice. And when the day arrives that “childish things are put away,” and the grown men and women look backward to their early home, with what a throb of pleasure they say, when things happen, “Mother would appreciate this; she had the quickest sense of humor of any woman you ever saw!” And underneath these light words is the thought, “How happy that dear mother made me, and how I love her.”—Woman’s Home Companion.
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Greater New York Labor Assignments
work. What can you do with our plea for another worker for this group? Now is the time to work these islands. It seems to me I can not do alone any more than I am doing. Chances for work are offered on all sides. The other islands are calling continually for some of our people to visit them.”
At the Greater New York Conference held last month, the following disposition of labor was decided: Brother E. E. Franke to have supervision of the Manhattan division of the city; address, 119 W. 114th Street, New York, N. Y. Brother Luther Warren to have supervision of the Brooklyn division; address, 400 W. 57th Street, New York, N. Y. Brother C. H. Edwards to have supervision of the Bronx district; address, 986 Freeman Street, Bronx Borough, New York, N. Y. Brother O. E. Reinke
FROM DARKNESS TO LIGHT AMONG THE ZULUS.
By Charles N. Ransom
[Rev. Charles N. Ransom, in Gospel in All Lands.]
MANY a boy or girl in Zululand might say, “Konamanje (just now), I was in darkness, but I saw a great light.” Mantonti, a girl from our station at Ifafa, sixty miles south of Durban, might say so. Her home is a native kraal. Her father was an Induna, or officer of the local chief. Besides her own mother are several other mothers, or wives of her father, and a score or more of brothers and sisters, with nephews and nieces like a flock. The darkness was moral and spiritual, not physical. Sunny is the hillside where the kraal is built. Not far away are the blue waters of the Indian Ocean. In sight is the beautifully cultivated tea estate of a white man. As a foil to the sunlight are the dark woods, in whose recesses the monkeys climb and chatter, and the antelopes perpetuate the graceful athletics of their African ancestors. Around the kraal smile fields of corn and beans, pumpkins and “elephants’ ears,” at the very time when this country is pinched by the “long and dreary winter.”13
What fun for Mantonti to munch the ears of roasted corn fresh from the little fire of sticks in the middle of the hut! What fun to go with the big girls to the brook to bathe, and come back carrying a jug of water on the head without touching it with the hands! What fun to make clay dolls and dress them up with bead work! What fun to go to the seashore and bring back mussels, a welcome change from porridge! What fun to watch the hunters returning with antelope meat, and to stir up the fire for a roast! What fun to go to a wedding and dance and sing, eat meat and drink beer, and sit up all night! What fun to go to town and see the wonderful railroad, or to a sugar estate and bring home a pot of cheap molasses!
But on the other hand, how tiresome to carry a baby on your back all day long, or to hoe in the garden, or to look for fuel, or to drive away birds and monkeys and the terrible locusts from the ripening grain! How shameful to have all your little brothers and sisters stark naked! How terrible to hear all the vile stories of the older ones while sitting around the fire! Superstitions, like black clouds, darken every day. She is horribly afraid of the Us-welaboya, “the hairless one,” a terrible monster who, it is said, hides in lonely places, ready to catch you, and cut you in pieces, and use parts of you for witches’ drugs. There are scores of signs, such as a dog jumping up on the roof, or a cock crowing at the wrong time, which bring fear of sickness or death.
There are dark days when the witch-doctor comes and raps on the ground and talks with the spirits, and sacrifices an ox or goat and flings suspicion on some innocent neighbor, pointing him out as having caused the trouble in this kraal. There are darker days when death comes to the kraal—double darkness, for it is dark here, and over the future falls no ray of light. Wails rend the air, and the poor body, instead of being laid in a grassy cradle in God’s-acre, is rudely shoved into a hole, perhaps under the manure of the cattle-yard.
But the day is breaking for poor Mantonti. We made a special effort at Ifafa to bring into school the kraal children. Mantonti came, among others. She made wonderful progress, but before long stopped coming. Like many other heathen, her father hated to have his girl learn. Was she not to be married before many years? Was she not worth at least ten head of cattle, and would not an education spoil the sale? No! she must stop going to school. But a faithful visit from Gardiner and a wise talk broke down the opposition, and she resumed her place in school. Who can measure the blessings of these station schools, or of the boarding schools where such a Christian training is given that the station schools become in turn almost a “children’s church”?
After a time the light touched not only Mantonti’s head but her heart. We were holding service in the kraal hut. What a church! The roof black with smoke; on one side a pen for the calves or kids; dogs and chickens running in and out! But when Jesus through His Word and messenger said, “Follow me,” Mantonti rose and followed Him. This act meant separation from father, mother, brothers, sisters, friends, and from customs more clinging than the next of kin. It meant that her companions would sneer and jeer, and that perhaps she would be beaten and persecuted, as so many young Christians have been. But she did not falter. Nor has she up to the present looked backward or grown discouraged by the narrowness of the way.
We were accustomed to have service at her kraal every Sunday morning, before our own breakfast. Sometimes when we arrived the men were killing a pig or dressing a skin; the women busy at some menial task. Mantonti would sweep out the hut, and then let her voice ring out like a church bell to summon the people from the neighboring hills. She wears a neat dress, while her sisters wear beads, brass rings, and a greasy blanket,—or nothing. She brings Testament and hymn-book, and joins heartily in the singing. After I have spoken she testifies simply, pleads earnestly with her people, and prays fervently. These girls become the Lord’s watchers in the Dark Continent, and heralds of the dawn.
Gardiner, the teacher we have referred to, afterward became the preacher at Ifafa, and a noble witness of the truth. He speaks excellent English, and grows in grit and grace. His home is on a high hill, two miles from the chapel. It was in the heart of the woods, where monkeys, snakes, and antelopes abound. He has cut down the trees, planted corn, potatoes, beans, pumpkins, and pineapples; built an upright house and furnished it neatly. His home life and work are sermons as well as his earnest words on Sunday. Some Greek traders came to Ifafa and heard, on one Sunday, this Zulu preacher proclaim with power the wisdom which was to the old Athenians’ foolishness, and they expressed to me their pleasure in that sermon. I am still praying that their hearts may say, “Sir, we would see Jesus, whom we heard faithfully preached that day.”
DROWNING THEIR GODS.
By G. W. Reaser
“The gods that have not made the heavens and the earth, even they shall perish from the earth.”
Procession of Hindu residents in Durban, South Africa, carrying pagodas and idols.
All heathen nations “observe days.” That portion of the population of Natal known as East Indian “Coolies,” observe the twenty-first day of April as a high religious festival, called by the Europeans in South Africa, “Coolie Christmas,” but by the cult, “Mohurrum.” It is said that the occasion originally called forth a great demonstration of sorrow, as it was instituted to commemorate the death of two prominent characters in heathenism, Hassan and Hussein. The lower caste Indian devotees, the “Soonis,” however, have caused the ceremonies connected with the celebration of the day to degenerate into a disgraceful caricature of their earlier practises, much to the disgust of the “true followers,” the Moguls and other Shehas.
Now, the festivities partake of the nature of the old Saturnalia of Pagan Rome. The devout in the city of Durban turn out to join in the orgies and procession, to the number of from 15,000 to 20,000. The women and children vie with each other in loading themselves with gaudy jewelry, and soft silken apparel of the most gay colors obtainable. The men come armed with sticks and “knobkerries,” some of them posing as “coolie tigers,” and others as demons. These figures make an indecent and altogether disgusting spectacle, as, with the exception of a loin cloth, they are entirely nude, and painted with stripes to represent tigers. At the beckon of one of the demons, these tigers, with their faces, breasts, and beards smeared with blood-red paint, and wearing strange, weird headgear, will go through with meaningless contortions, rolling in the dust like the classes of animals which revel in filth.
Priests, appearing half human, half demon, with quaint wooden treasure boxes made sonorous, so that a chain may be clanked loudly against their sides to attract attention, press hurriedly through the throng rudely begging coppers, silver, or gold from their deluded followers, making hideous grimaces, meanwhile . As an accompaniment to this scene, which reminds one of Dante’s Inferno, the air is rent with unearthly yells and wails, horrid savage war songs, and nerve-grating sounds of “tom-toms.” At a recognized signal this pandemonium-let-loose, forms into a typical Oriental procession, and marches through the principal coolie streets of the city. A band of ghostly appearance, their dark faces smeared with white paint, renders unearthly—but not heavenly—music for the exhilaration of this deluded mass of humanity. Chosen men carry on their shoulders a number of pyramidal-shaped thrones, covered with glittering tinsel, on which are seated the “gods that see not or hear,” which have served their purpose for one year. These must now be drowned in the river, and new ones must be secured for another year’s blessings and curses. One would naturally think that the latter must predominate, hence the delight in destroying them with the hope of obtaining better gods for the new year.
As soon as these graven images are thrown into the river, scores of fanatical coolies will plunge into the water to batter them to pieces. The women and children have by this time gotten out of the raging mob as if in anticipation of a fearful battle, and their tears are well grounded, for all at once, as if inspired by Satan, but without other apparent cause, they begin throwing stones and sticks in all directions. The mounted European police charge the rioters, and inflict painful, bleeding wounds on many of them. In the center of the disturbance last April were a number of European sight-seers, many of them women and children. Some of these were injured by the missiles, but happily none were killed.
Their high religious carnival over, the excitement past, they now disperse to their homes, many of them to nurse wounds for days to come, but they have the satisfaction and the blessings (?) which come from knowing that they are devout worshipers of their gods.
After all, these are our brothers, and just as “near of kin” to Father Adam as other members of the family, and we are certainly debtors to them, in that the light of the glorious Gospel of Christ has shown upon our pathway. But for this, doubtless we would be serving other gods in some such senseless manner.
“Shall we, whose souls are lighted
With wisdom from on high—
Shall we to men benighted,
The lamp of light deny?
Salvation! O, salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim,
Till earth’s remotest nation
Has learned Messiah’s name.”
Johannesburg, South Africa. G. W. REASER.
