Earlier text: The Safest WaySouthern Missouri Camp-Meeting.
By S. N. Haskell
IN company with Elders Van Horn and Farnsworth we left Kansas City May 28, and that evening arrived at Nevada. This city contains about 5,000 inhabitants. A camp-meeting had been held in this place about five years ago, when Brother and Sister White were present. The favorable impression then made on the people had left an interest for another. There has been during the past winter and spring a large amount of missionary and colporter work done here. And notwithstanding there was a State Temperance Convention held here the first two days of our meeting, we had a large congregation at the camp-ground, which was one-half mile from the city. This camp-meeting being in the southern part of the State, and another to be held in the northern part the following week, the number of our brethren and sisters present was not large, being less than two hundred. The large tent, 50x70, was filled every night with attentive hearers from the city, and the crowd increased to the close. We never have seen more of an interest manifested by the citizens of any place where our camp-meetings have been held. The meeting closed on Monday night and the congregation was as large as at any time on Sunday. The people of the town earnestly desired the tent to be pitched where they could still attend the meetings to hear further on the points of our faith, and arrangements were made to this end. Our brethren also manifested a corresponding interest to get nearer to God and be better prepared to do his will than ever before. In short, it was the burden of many to come so near to God that he could work through them to the advancement of his cause. Our meetings on the Sabbath were especially interesting. About fifty came forward for prayers, many for the first time. There were ten baptized. Two sermons were given each day excepting Sabbath and Sunday, and the rest of the time was taken up in social meetings. Bible readings, and discussions as to how the work could be best carried forward in this Conference. The report from the St. Louis Mission was encouraging. Where the portfolios containing the SIGNS have been placed on board steamers, two and sometimes three persons have frequently been found reading the same paper at the same time. Other papers were called for. Certainly God has gone out before us in preparing hearts to receive the truth in our city mission. The openings for labor in the State were beyond anything we have ever witnessed in any conference. A number gave themselves to the work of God as colporters, and design to enter the field immediately. During one of the meetings resolutions were passed—one inviting the Illinois Conference to connect with this conference in the St. Louis Mission; another, that the Executive Committees of the Missouri and the Kansas Conferences consult together about opening a joint mission in Kansas City; and a third, to raise $20,000, $5,000 to be used in city missions, $5,000 in the State depository, $5,000 to loan to those who wish to fit themselves for the work of God, and $5,000 reserved fund for any enterprise which might arise. When an opportunity was given to make pledges, one brother arose and said his property was worth about $6,000 and he wished to sell the same and give one-half of the proceeds to the cause now and the other half as it should be needed. Another brother who had made a deposit of $800 in a bank, intending to purchase a small place in town for a home, presented the certificate of deposit, and said when he made other collections he had more for the cause. Thus this spirit went through the camp, till within less than an hour $12,000 was pledged. Our parting meeting on Tuesday morning was one of deep interest. Testimonies like the following were borne by many of the leading brethren: "I have been buried up in my farm, but now I am going to give myself to the work of God." Another said: "Before this I thought I could not afford the time to attend camp-meetings, but now I am going to give all this summer to the work." And another said: "I have been praying for my companion for years, and now I am so thankful that God has converted her, that I am anxious to show my appreciation by some service on my part." All seemed encouraged. And, notwithstanding it was right in the midst of corn-planting with many, yet there was a general expression of regret that the camp-meeting closed so soon. About 165 subscribers were taken for our periodicals. We left Tuesday morning and arrived at Kansas City en route for Beatrice, Neb., about 5 P. M., feeling greatly refreshed by this encouraging meeting.
S. N. HASKELL. SOME converts from heathenism evidently appreciate the Scriptures in their own tongue. The Indian Baptist has this interesting item: "The Pwo Karen Bible is at last printed and ready for circulation. It is in the language of a tribe of mountaineers, poor, with few educational advantages, but Christian from the love of Christ. The book is expensive—six rupees a copy; but before it was out of the press one hundred copies had been bespoken and paid for. The people then met together, and in a few minutes five hundred copies more were subscribed for. Further measures were then taken to provide every Christian family with a copy; and further still, to meet the case of those who are absolutely too poor to pay for their Bibles, these Bibles are to be paid for out of funds raised for this purpose; and, to crown all, we are told that 'the entire cost of printing the Scriptures is to be born by the Karen churches.'"—Ex. The Two Ways of Life
By H. C.
According to human estimate, the classes of men are many and varied; but God recognizes only two—the righteous and the wicked. There are but two ways through life, therefore “choose ye this day” which way to travel. —H. C. Religion of Corea.
By W. C. Kitchen
ORIGINALLY the Coreans were Nature worshipers; and traces of that rude cultus have survived the successive inroads of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Roman Catholicism; and it has, within the present century, so revived that perhaps it would be no mistake to say that it is to-day the ruling element in the religious life of Corea. Christianity was introduced into Corea in 1777, through some Jesuitic books and tracts from Pekin. In 1783 the first Corean convert was baptized. The new faith spread rapidly, and gave fair promise of becoming ere-long the prevailing form of religion. But they (the Jesuits) permitted themselves and their converts to become implicated in political insurrections; they plotted, intrigued, endeavored to call in foreign intervention to accelerate the Christianization of Corea by the force of arms if need be, and appealed to the Pope to settle matters in dispute between heathen and Christian parties; until at last, exasperated beyond endurance, the Government took the matter in hand, and a cruel and wanton persecution of Christians began, and for upwards of sixty years it has never ceased. So stands the case at the present time. Corea is open to trade, but not to the reception of Christianity. Rather the reverse is true; the Government is growing daily more bitter against it, and more furious at any attempt to distribute a Christian literature among the people. In their minds Christianity is connected with all that is seditious in politics, and dangerous to society; and they are exerting themselves to the utmost to prevent its introduction. For all this lamentable state of affairs, the Romish Church is directly responsible. Corea does not yet understand the difference between the throne of Rome and the manger of Bethlehem. Christians are being hunted down like wild beasts in the forest. Those who have come to Japan, and embraced Christianity, dare not return to their native land as Christians; and yet there is evidence that the people are anxious to know more about Christianity, and especially about Protestant Christianity, though at present terror stifles all inquiries. How long this condition of things will last no one can foretell. For the present, and for some time to come, the golden opportunity of the church will be to reach Corea through Japan.—Rev. W. C. Kitchen, in the Northern Christian Advocate. Prayer as Work.
By H. Cotterill, D. D.
WITH St. Paul, his prayers were themselves quite as much a part of his work for God as his preaching the gospel or his suffering for the truth's sake. And, though in this as well as in every other part of his work, he—or, as he says, "not I, but the grace of God that was in me"—labored more abundantly than all who either went before him or have followed him in the work of witnessing for Christ, yet this, at least, is certain; that I can only follow his example in his work for God in proportion as I follow it in regard to prayer. It is very profitable to consider how much preparatory thought the apostle must have given to his work before praying; how he must have considered the various circumstances in regard to which the assistance and direction of God were needed for it; the special aid that he and others required; the special dangers and temptations and difficulties to which it was liable. Thus I shall realize better how truly prayer is itself work, not only for God, but with God, and in God. And if I need a general rule for my continual direction in "my work for God," let me remember that the most general and the most practical of all is that which St. Paul has given us, and exemplified in his own life: "Continue steadfastly in prayer, watching therein with thanksgiving." How Frank and Will Escaped.
By F. E. Wadleigh
"HERE, Frank! I say, Frank Leslie, come here a minute!" shouted Jim Haley rather imperatively, as little Frank Leslie and his cousin, Will Carter, were running past the engine-house, Jim's usual lounging place, on their way home from school. "That's Jim Haley calling you! Are you going to speak to him? Your father will scold you if you do—but Jim'll hit you if you don't," was Will's whispered remark to Frank. "Well, what's wanted?" answered Frank, halting, but not exactly standing still. He was afraid of his father's reprimand, and equally afraid not to answer Jim. This Jim Haley and his half a dozen intimate friends were the worst boys in the whole town; they were always avoided by any one who respected himself. "Why, Pat O'Connor, here, says that that big dog of Tom Kelley's used to belong to your father. Is that the truth?" asked Jim, quite peaceably. "Mr. Kelley's dog Carlo, do you mean? Yes, indeed, my father raised him from a pup; he had hardly got his eyes open when father brought him home." And in their eagerness to "talk dog," a topic beloved by every boy, Frank and Will quite unintentionally drew a little nearer to the forbidden group. "How many times did he bite any of you?" "Not once!" exclaimed Frank, with enthusiasm. "He's a tip-top watch-dog, but he never harms any one he knows. Mr. Kelley says he's never had a chicken or an apple stolen since he had Carlo." "That's what I told Pat, and he bet me a dollar against a dime, that he was as cross to you two fellows as he is to us." "Of course, I can take your word for it, but that will not settle our bet. Look here, let's settle it now. We fellows will go along as far as old Kelley's front gate, and then you call Carlo and prove to Pat that he isn't cross to you." In cooler moments Frank would have declined the proposal; he knew that dinner would be ready in five minutes, and as punctuality to meals was rigidly enforced by Mr. Leslie, he could truthfully have excused himself from thus dallying on the way. In a few moments, Frank, Will, and the group of half-grown loafers, stood in front of Mr. Kelley's gate; a whistle from Will was enough to bring Carlo bounding to the side of his old master; he was unfeignedly glad to see them, and not only offered no resistance to their caresses, but had plenty of his own to bestow. "Didn't I tell you so?" shouted Frank, with glee. "It's all very well, out here in the street, but you know he would act very differently if he was in the garden," grumbled Pat. "Indeed he wouldn't! Just come in the garden and see." So into the garden they trooped. Will and Frank were so busy fondling Carlo that they did not notice four of the other boys slip away, one after another. The first thing that disturbed them was a yell and a scuffling of feet, as three or four of them took to their heels, and a sudden grip on their collars, which was not at all comfortable. Three stalwart policemen surrounded what was left of the party, including Jim Haley, Pat O'Connor, and one of the worst of their congenial spirits, as well as Frank and Will. "Caught in the act this time?" one of the policemen exclaimed. "I heard that you were planning a robbery here, and we've had our eyes on you all day. I think Judge Anderson will have a word for you, you young thieves!" Frightened as they were, Frank and Will now saw that the other three boys had their hands and pockets full of Mr. Kelley's rarest plants, some torn up by the roots, others only broken and crushed. "Please, Mr. Policeman, let Will and me go! We didn't touch the flowers, we are not thieves! We were only playing with dear old Carlo. Wasn't that all, Jim?" cried Frank. There is not always "honor among thieves;" neither Jim nor Pat uttered a word of denial when the policeman said:— "Oh! only playing with the dog, eh? Only keeping the dog quiet while your accomplices robbed the garden? To Judge Anderson you'll all go this minute, and if I don't miss my guess you'll have a nice ride in the Black Maria before long?" No tears or persuasions availed the least, and in a few moments the boys were before the Judge. It happened to be a very dull day in the Police Court, so Judge Anderson listened at once to the policeman's story. "Caught in the act, were they?" the Judge said. "I am not sorry to have a short interview with these young scamps, they've been the terror of the neighborhood long enough. As for you Jim Haley and Pat O'Connor, I have little mercy for you; you have been up before me two often, and I promise you a few weeks where you can't study any more poisonous dime novels. And you—why, bless my soul! policeman, you've surely made a mistake! Little Will Carter is in my daughter's Sunday-school class; and it is not a month since I myself saw our minister present Frank Leslie with a prize for being the best-behaved boy in our Sunday-school! What are they here for?" "Sure, sir, there is no mistake; birds of a feather flock together, and I caught them all together," was the reply. A few questions from the Judge elicited the whole story, even a confession from Jim that the two little boys were used by him as an innocent trap for Carlo, to keep the dog still while the others stole the plants. "Knowing your previous reputation as well as I do, Frank and Will, I dismiss your case at once. But bear this in mind: you cannot touch pitch without being defiled, and a man (or boy) is apt to be judged by the company he keeps. I must say I am surprised that your fathers have not warned you to have nothing to do with such boys as Jim Haley—" "Please Judge, he has! He has told us never to be seen with them," Frank cried; and Will added:— "My father told me never to even speak to them; but we forgot. And then all of us little fellows are afraid of those big boys; they lick us if we are not civil to them." "Next time one of them troubles you, just let me know! But, after all, which is the worst, to disobey your father or to run the risk of a 'licking'? The latter hurts worst just now; but, boys, each disobedience, small as it may be, makes the next one come easier and easier, and no one knows where it may lead to. My colleague, Judge Brown, is a stranger to you; suppose he had been acting in my place to-day? Your story might not have been believed by him, and think what a disgraceful punishment your disobedience would have brought to you if you had been sent down with these rogues! Go home now, and hereafter choose your company a little more carefully. Your good character clears you now; see that it remains with you through life."—F. E. Wadleigh, in S. S. Times. You are our friend. You are warm-hearted and generous, and have many other good qualities for which we love and praise you. Yet you have a fault, and a growing one, which, if you do not regard, will embitter your future life. You are over-sensitive to the opinions of every person in the little world in which you live and move. You place your happiness entirely too much in other people's keeping. A word of praise unduly lifts you up; and a word of censure casts you down. The slightest dart of criticism leaves a wound which is very slow to heal. It will be very hard for you to forgive an honest friend who thus dares to tell you this plain, unpardonable truth. You deny with warmth the charge—of course. But your very warmth of manner betrays you. It is hard for any man to know himself, and it is doubly hard for you. Glance backward on the past, and mark how often your over-sensitive spirit has been wounded. Only see how quickly and how often you have taken a slight when really no slight was ever intended. Pray, then, for two things: First, for grace of humility. Take care how you rate yourself higher than any one else in the whole world will rate you. If others fail to see your good qualities, so much the worse for them. They are blind, so pity their misfortune. Praise God for all your gifts, and use them wisely and constantly. Then pray that you may do your work in life as in the sight of God. Seek to please and honor him, and put away all selfish motives. Whether men smile or frown, go straight ahead, and you will have an approving conscience and at last a great reward.—Sel. Hints for Attendants in the Sick Room.
Do NOT get out of temper, but strive to make the sick-chamber the pleasantest and yet the quietest portion of the house. Do not converse in whispers; invalids generally are suspicious, and will imagine all sorts of things if they hear but do not understand a conversation in the room. Do not urge the invalid to eat and drink when he does not feel like it. Allow no unpleasant smells to prevade the room; prevent this by a thorough ventilation; let fresh air in freely and frequently. Keep everything that is used by the patient perfectly clean. Study all the peculiarities of your patient, and instead of opposing them by argument or otherwise, humor them, whenever by so doing you do not interfere with the physician's instructions. Make all the food of the patient as attractive in appearance as in taste. Do not allow flowers or plants to be kept in the room too long, and especially over night. Proper nursing is an art, and should be studied as assiduously as any other. LITTLE Willie stood under an apple tree old,
The fruit was all shining with purple and gold,
Hanging temptingly low; how he longed for a bite,
Though he knew if he took one it wouldn't be right. Said he: "I don't see why my father should say,
'Don't touch the old apple tree, Willie, to-day.'
I shouldn't have thought, now they're hanging so low,
When I asked for just one he would answer me, 'No.'" "He would never find out, if I took but just one,
And they do look so good, shining out in the sun.
There are hundreds and hundreds, and he wouldn't miss
So paltry a little red apple as this." He stretched forth his hand, but a low, mourning strain
Came wandering dreamily over his brain;
In his bosom a beautiful harp had long laid
That the angel of conscience quite frequently played. And he sang, "Little Willie, beware, oh, beware!
Your father is gone but your Maker is there;
How sad you would feel if the dear Lord should say:
'This dear little boy stole an apple to-day!'" Then Willie turned round, and, as still as a mouse,
Crept slowly and carefully into the house;
In his own little chamber he knelt down to pray
That the Lord would forgive him, and please not to say,
"Little Willie almost stole an apple to-day."
—Sel. Ethel's Sunday-School Lesson.
"BLESSED are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy." That was little Ethel's text; and she was trying to learn it, by saying it over and over again, as she walked up and down the sitting-room. I was sitting by the window, reading a volume of Littell's Living Age; and my dog Ponto was stretched out before the fire, right in Ethel's way, as she walked the floor. So it happened that, in the middle of the verse, she stumbled, and lost her temper. "Blessed are the merciful, for they shall—there, take that, you clumsy dog, always in everybody's way." So saying, she gave him a spiteful kick, which he returned with a spiteful snap, which tore a hole in her "go to meetin'" frock. Then she picked up a poker to give him a blow; but Ponto seized it so savagely that I was afraid he would really bite her, and I was forced to send him out of the room, and take Ethel in my lap to stop her crying. "I am very glad you lost your temper," said I. She wiped her eyes at once, and asked in great wonder:— "Oh, because it was a very bad temper; and I hope that, now you've lost it, you'll get a better one to take its place." "Where can I get it?" she inquired. "Out of your verse, which you have learned how to say, but have not yet learned how to practice." "How do you know I shouldn't practice it? I've had no chance yet to try." "Yes, you did have a first-rate chance to practice it on Ponto; and you didn't do it," was my answer. "What!" cried the little girl, "practice Sunday-school lessons on dogs!" "Certainly," said I, "did you never hear that 'a merciful man is merciful to his beast?' And a merciful Ethel will be merciful to Ponto. Your lessons will not do you much good, unless the dog and the cat and all your pets get the benefit of them." Ethel shook her head at that, and wanted to know if Sunday-schools were not meant to fit boys and girls to go to Heaven, and live with the angels. So I had to tell her that they certainly were meant for that. "But first," I said, "they must fit them to live on the earth." "Besides," I added, "no one who kicks a dog that hasn't done him any harm will ever live with the angels." Well, I can't tell you all the questions she asked me, and all I said to her in return; but what it amounted to was this:— "When a little stream flows out of a spring, everybody and everything gets the benefit of it. The fishes swim in it, the flowers drink of it, the trees drink of it, birds, dogs, cattle, men, women, and children, too, all drink of it, and are helped, strengthened, and refreshed. So, when one of your Sunday-school lessons has been perfectly learned by one who is eager to practice it, it will do some good to everybody and everything he meets. Dogs, cats, and birds will get the benefit of it, as well as men, women, and children. Let me see how boys and girls treat animals, and I can tell pretty nearly how much good their Sunday-school lessons have done them." "Did you ever see any one throw stones at a kitten, or torment a poor dog with snow-balls, or stand at the corner of a street and knock down the swallows that were flying near the ground? I have seen such things, and I have said to myself: 'That boy (or girl) has not yet learned his Sunday-school lesson.' For I think that every lesson of kindness which is good to be practiced toward human beings is also good to be practiced toward birds and dogs and other creatures." Just then we heard Ponto scratching at the door, and Ethel jumped down from my lap, saying:— "I'll practice my lesson on Ponto." And, when she let him in, they were friends directly, and began to frolic so merrily that I could scarcely read my book. But, before Ethel went to bed, I read her these lines from the book, which she afterwards learned, and recited to her teacher at Sunday-school:— He prayeth well, who loveth well
Both man and bird and beast;
He prayeth best, who loveth best
All creatures, great and small,
For the dear God who loveth us,
He made and loveth all. LIEUTENANT RAY, U. S. N., relates the following, showing how, in the Arctic regions, blocks of snow-ice make good chimney-places. The story is well-nigh incredible. He says:— “Meade River is about sixty miles east of Point Barrow. On this river the Ooglaamte-meun tribe often go on hunting excursions and frequently stay a month or two. The snow hut is built, which is really used as a sleeping apartment, and a few feet therefrom, but connected by a snow tunnel, is a smaller room, which is used as a living room and kitchen. In this latter room is constructed a fire-place of blocks of snow, about the size of the common grate, and here the cooking is done during the hunting season.” Preposterous as this account may seem, the Lieutenant states that it is nevertheless true. The fire is built in this snow fire-place, and after being heated the first time there is no melting of snow. Even the first fire built therein only serves to melt the snow blocks into a solid mass; then they freeze and forever after are as impervious to heat as fire-bricks. The fuel used in cooking in this snow grate is the dwarf willow, found under the tundra on Meade River, thoroughly saturated with seal oil, and when ignited makes a bright, hot fire similar to the pitch-pine of the Northwest. Captain Herendeen could hardly believe Lieutenant Ray’s first report, and made a special trip to Meade River to witness this truly astonishing phenomenon. After returning to the Point, the Captain became convinced that there was snow which would not yield to heat at certain low temperature. Ray says, when these fire-places have been used for a short time, and while a hot, blazing fire is burning, these snow grates present one of the most pleasing sights he ever witnessed. The hard, glassy ice reflects like marble, and further in the grate the changeable hues are as varied and pleasing to the eye as the colors of a rainbow. But when the temperature rises as high as twenty, then the fire will quickly melt the snow grate and the snow house is no longer habitable, for it becomes damp and oppressive. I believe no other Arctic traveler has ever witnessed this scene, and Ray will not say that he has yet solved the perplexing question. It is well known that ice in vacuum under pressure will not melt before the hottest fire. But this new phenomenon is passing wonderful if true, and it is vouched for on good authority. TEMPERANCE PACKAGES.
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