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" V . * • ',1* J£V_* , . *'-* \4- " • >«*" * .. ' >r\ -. „ \ ,* 'j\ i%^"'vr. :- 4- ,^y *>. ; t , »Jt MR. XtBDLERlB'S EXPERIMENT. the Movement Core lorHheumatlim. ONE day, not a great while ago, Mr. Middled b read in nis favorite paper a paragraph copied from the Praeger Landwirlhschaftliches Wochenblatt, a German paper, which is an accepted authority on such points, stating that the sting of a bee was a sure cure for rheumatism, and citing several remark­ able mfctances in which people kad been SerfipfeuT cured by this abrupt remedy." lr. Middlerib did not stop to reflect 'that a paper with such a name as that would be very apt to say anything; he only thought of the rheumatic twinges that grappled his knees once in a while, aiid life & burden to h»m- He read the article several times and ?jpondered over it. He understood that ithe stinging must be done scientifically and thoroughly. The bee, as he under­ stood the article, was to be griped by the ears and set down upon the rheumatic joint, and held there until it stuhg itself stiogless. He had some misgivings about the matter. He knew it would hurt. He hardly thought it could hurt any worse than the rheumatism, and it had been so many years since he was .stung by a bee that he had almost for­ gotten what it felt like. He had, how­ ever, a general feeling that it would hurt some. But desperate diseases re­ quire desperate remedies, and Mr. Middlerib was willing to undergo any amount of suffering if it would cure his rheumatism. He contracted with Master Middle­ rib for a limited supper of bee*. There were bees and bees, humming and buzzing about in the summer air, biit Mr. Middlerib did not know how to get them. He felt, however, that he could safely depend upon the instincts and methods of boyhood. He knew that if there was any way in heaven or earth whereby the shyest bee that ever lifted a, 200-pound man off the clover, could be induced to enter a wide-mouthed glass bottle, his son knew that way. For the small sum of one dime Mast­ er Middlerib agreed to procure severs 1, to-wit: six bees, sex and age not speci­ fied ; but as Mr. Middlerib was left in uncertainty as to the race, it was made obligatory upon the contractor to have three of them honey and three humble, or in the generally accepted vernacu­ lar, bumbie bees. Mr. M. did not tell his son what he wanted those bees for, And the boy went off on his mission, with his head so full of astonishment that it fairly whirled. Evening brings all home, and the last rays of the de­ clining sun fell upon Master Middlerib with a short wide-mouthed bottle com­ fortably populated with hot, ill-natured bees, and Mr. Middlerib and a dime. The dime and the bottle changed hands. IMr. Middlerib put the bottle in his coat- .pocket and went into the house, eyeihg •everybody hp met very suspiciously^ as though he had made up his mind to sting to death the first person that said " bee" to him. He confided his guilty secret to none of his family. He hid his bees in his bedroym, and as he looked kt them just before putting them away, he half-wished the experiment was safely lover. He wished the im­ prisoned bees didn't look so hot and •cross. Wjth exquisite care he sub­ merged the bottle in a basin of water, and let a few drops in on the /heated inmates to cool them off. A,t the tea-table he had a great fright. Middlerib, in the artless simplic­ ity of her romantic nature, said: " 1 smell bees. How the odor brings *up r But her father glared at her; and said, with superfluous harshness and •execrable grammar: ! \ " Hush up! You don't smell noth­ ing." Whereupon Mrs. Middlerib asked Jbim if he had eaten anything that dis ' agreed with him, and Miss Middlerib .said: , " Why, pa!" and Master Middlerib \smiled as he wondered. ' Bed-time at last, and the night was warm and sultry. Under various false prepenses, Mr. Middlerib strolled about the house Until everybody else was in bed, and then he sought his room. He turned the night lamp down until its feeble rays shone dimly a? a death- light; - ' \ Mr. Middlerib disrobed slowlv-Vvery slowly. When at last he was ready to fo lumbering into his peaceful couch, e heaved a profound sigh, so full of apprehension and grief that Mrs. Mid­ dlerib, who was awakened by it, said if it gave him so much pain to come to bed, perhaps he had better sit up all night. Mr. Middlerib checked another •sigh, but said nothing and crept into bed. After lying still a few moments Jxe reached out and got his bottle of bees. It was not an easy thing to do, to pick one bee out of a bottle full with Iiis fingers, and not get into trouble. The first bee Mr. Middlerib got was a little brown honey-bee that wouldn't weigh half an ounce if you picked him 4ip by the ears, but if you lifted him by the hind leg, as Mr. Middlerib di<£ would weigh as much as the last end of •a bay mule. Mr. Middlerib oonld not repress a groan. " What's the matter with youP" •sleepily asked his wife. It was very hard for Mr. Middlerib "to say he only felt hot, but he did it. He didn't have to lie about it, either. He did feel very hot, indeed. About 86 all oyer, and 197 on the end of his thnmb. He reversed the bee and pressed the warlike terminus of it firm- ly against his rheumatic knee. It didn't hurt so badlv as'he thought at, would. x ~ *s~ft didn't hurt at alL \ . Then Mr. Middlerib remembered that when the honey-bee stabs w human foe generally leaves its harpoon in the •wound, and the invalid lu.iw then that the only thing this bee had to sting with was doing Us work in the end of his thumb / He reached his arm out from under tfche sheet, and dropped this disabled m of rheumatism liniment on the net. Then, after a second of blank er, he began to feel around for the j, and wished, he knew what he it. P3 meantime, strange things had ing on. When he caught hold first bee, Mr. Middlerib, for drew it out in such haste that •ou*e time he forgot all about the bottle and its remedial contents, and left it lying uncorked in the bed, be­ tween himself and his innocent wife. In l$e darkness there had been a quiet bu# general emigration from that bottle. The bees, their wings clogged with the water Mr. Middlerib had poured upon them to cool and tran quillize them, were crawling aimlessly about over the sheet. While Mr. Mid­ dlerib was feeling around for it, his ears were suddenly thrilled and his heart frozen by a wild, piercing scream from his wife. / " Murder!" she iscreamed, " murder! Oh, help me! Help! helpP' ' Mr. Middlerib sat bolt upright in bed. His hair stood on end. The night Was very wanp, but he turned to ice in a minute. " Where in thunder," he said, with pallid lips, as he felt all over the bed in frenzied haste--" where in thunder are them infernal bees?" And a large " bumble," with a sting as pitiless as the finger of scorn, just then climbed up the inside of Mr. Mid- dlerib's night-shirt until it got squarely between his shoulders, and then it felt in for his marrow, and said, calmly: " Here is one of them." And Mrs. Middlerib felt ashamed, of her feeble screams when Mr. Middle­ rib threw up both arms, and, with a howl that made the windows rattle, roared: . " Take him off! Oh. land of ScoJtTp somebody take him off!" And, when a little honey-bee began . v, tickling the sole of Mrs. ~ Middlerib's foot, she shrieked that the house was bewitched and immediately went into spasms. The household was aroused by this time. Miss Middlerib, And Master Middlerib, and the servants were pour­ ing into the room, adding to the gen­ eral confusion, by howling at random and asking irrelevant questions, while they gazed at the figure of a man, a little on in years, arrayed in a long night-shirt, pawing fiercely at the un­ attainable spot in the middle of his back, while ne danced an unnatural, weird, wicked-looking jig by the dim, religious light of the night-lamp. And while he danced and howled, and while they gazed and shouted, a navy-blue wasp, that Master Middlerib had put in the bottle for good measure and variety, and to keep the menagerie stirred up, had dried his legs ana wings with a corner of the sheet, and, after a pre­ liminary circle or two around the bed, to get up his motion and settle down to a working gait, he fired himself across the room, and to his dying day Mr. Middlerib will always believe that one of the servants mistook him for a bur­ glar ancLshot him. No^s. not even Mr. Middlerib him­ self, coujcl doubt that he was, at least for the 'time/ most thoroughly cured of rheumatism. His own boy could not have carried himself more lightly or with greater agility. But the cure was not permanent and Mr. Middlerib does not like to talk about it.--22. J* Bur­ in N. Y. Weekly. ^ , \ • Beginning of Thy Sorrows, Heart. Little JUST after sunset yesterday a bright- faced little girl, attended by a playful blank-and-tan pup> was at the pump at Seventh and Walnut streets. Near by, on the curbstone, were two sparrows chirping cheerily. The pup made a dash at them, and much to; his delight one of them was unable to fly. It was a young one, and the other was the mother. Seeing the danger of her young the old bird- resorted to the usual devices to attract the enemy to pursue her, throwing herself upon the ground in front of him, fluttering alntast in his face and crying in distress. Thorough­ ly excited and somewhat confused the, black-and-tan dashed first at "one and then at the other. The little girl's heart was touched for the birds, and calling at the pup she started in pur­ suit of him. Dog, birds and girl, for awhile all greatly excited, were flying here and there about the gutter, now on the pavement and again on the street. Finally, just as the pup pounced upon the young bird, his little mistress seized him and drew him into her arms. For an instant it seemed the young bird was saved, but the poor thing was frightened nearly to death, and cspyipg the sewer-opening in the curbing it flew in, and nothing then could save it. The little girl'8 eyes streamed with tears; she scolded and gave the pup an affec­ tionate sort of beating, and, putting his head near to the opening, said in most distressful tones: " See what J'QU have done, you wicked, wicked little dog; you have drowned the poor little bird--you have drowned the poor little bird," and when the mother bird flut­ tered around, looking and crying fpr her young, she burst into fresh tears and cried as if her heart would break. A number of people witnessed the inci­ dent and there were no dry eyes on the scene except those of the little pup.-- Louisville Post. Ce-eperatien In The Civil-Service Association has is­ sued its half-yearly statement, showing that its sales during the last six mont hs realized $3,600,000, and that after pay­ ing all expenses there is a clear bal­ ance of $100,000 to the profit of the shareholders. This is the institution I have often mentioned as having com­ menced a few years ago by half a dozen l'ostoflice clerks clubbing to­ gether to buy a chest of tea at whole­ sale price and dividing it among them­ selves. The original shareholders are making money faster than was ever known before. The profits are not drawn out of the concern and divided yearly, but are lent to the association at interest, and the amount accruing to the shareholder is only to be paid to his representative#! after his death. The original share was stands now to the credit of every m vestment of that sum no less than $185. At the rate the business is going on it is evident that in about fifteen years from the establishment of the associa­ tion the protits of every original half- eagle investment will reach $1,000, A friend of mine holds 500 of those origi­ nal shares, having with much difficulty invested £50. That £50, if there are no drawbacks, will, in fifteen j'ears or so, make him worth $500,000.--Cfcr. Chicago Journal. SnaggM Lace--The Benevolent tecure. A WOMAN on West Adams street was recently waited upon by a man of semi nautical appearance, who, after re marking, "Shiver my timbers!" and likewise, " Yo, ho, me hearty!" said he would furl his mizzen ratlins and luff up his bows for a minute, and show her something as would make her tarry toplights speck out with admiration. "I'm only a poor sailor, ma'am," said he, "and I've sailed the seas over for many a year, and only this morning my bark hove her anchor at Rush-street bridge--163 days out from Pernam- buco." , " Mercy me!" said she, edging away; flwas there yellow fever there P" " No, ma'am," said he, reassuringly; " and if there was the vessel was thor­ oughly disinfected; they put gallons upon gallons of quarantine in her hold, and burnt it all between decks and at the mastheads. My old mother lives at Waupun, Wis., and she is anxious to see her prodigious son. Now, all my pay and my arrears of prize-money is locked up, and we can't touch it for two months, seeing as how the nip- cheese has got it all in drafts atf'sixty days, and I want to ^et home, and so I want to dispose of this here lace to pay my cabin passage, for the blasted bib­ bers won't let me work my passage." v So saying, he took out a package of lace which the lady at once recognized as of superior quality. "Feel that, ma'am," said he; •• it's worth $10 if it's worth a penny, and you can have it for $1.80, of which $1.25 is for my passage home to my poor, blind old mother's humble home, and the five cents is for the yellow- fever sufferers. It never paid a cent's duty, and if the minions of the bloated Custom-House lit upon me I suppose I would get ten years - imprisonment if I got a day; but what is a strapped mar­ iner to do P" . The unhappy woman yielded to the frightful fascinations which the goods naturally possessed for her, being smuggled and a great bargain, paid the $1.30, received the lace and dismissed the jovial pirate. About ten minutes later there was another ring at the bell, and on opening the door she was aware of a gloomy man wit^ along mustache, a slouch hat, and a mysterious aspect, who said he desired a. slew words with her in private. " Madame," said he, "I am & mem­ ber of the Secret Service of the Treas­ ury Department of the United States of America, charge,d with the pursuit, de­ tection and apprehension of offenders against the customs regulations, smug­ glers, pirates, et cetera, and so forth. " Yes," said she, faintly, and pos­ sessed by a presentiment of coming woe. Yes, madame," said " he, " and a sailor from Pernambuoo has just left this house. He was piped and spotted, and got down fine, and he was "Been to leave these premises." v " Well, " said she, " and suppose he was; what of it?" ' " Nothing, madame," said he; "only you were the last person seen in his company, and the onus probandi is upon you. I am sorry to cause you.any ap­ prehension, but in these painful mat­ ters an ounce of truth saves nine. May I ask if he was here in connection with some goods? Ah, he was. I thought so. Lace? It was. And you pur­ chased it? You did. Very well, mad­ ame. You perhaps did not know when you were doing that that you were aid ing and abetting in a felony against the people of the United States of America, their peace and dignity. Not only, madame, was that lace smuggled, but it was also stolen, and, as the law­ books say, that is where you gave your­ self away. The lace was. stolen from the Empress of Brazil, wjiich, under the Extradition Treaty, is imprison­ ment for life--sometimes twice, for as Chief Justice Waite said (8 Wallace, S. T.--1870--X.), the receiver is worse than the thief. Beside, under the Re­ vised Statutes of the United States of America (Cap. 4-11-44), you have in­ curred the penalties prescribed for har­ boring and giving aid and comfort to smuggled goods, knowing them to be smuggled, viz., namely, to-wit, and that is to say, a fine of not less than $500 and not more than $5,000, or im­ prisonment for from nine to nineteen years, or both, in the discretion of the Judge of the United States District Court for Illinois, as in such cases made and provided. The statute, madame, as yoti will see, is penal, per­ functory and retroactive. We see many of these scenes in our business. Only the other day there was a Mrs. Barrett--lady on Division street, about your build; perhaps you knew her?-- was arrested for buying smuggled lace from a sailor. She was a doting hus­ band's pride and joy, and the mother of thirteen as beautiful children as I ever saw---the youngest triplets ten weeks old. Well, the Court was mild and gave her the lowest sentence under the law--nine years' imprisonment and $500 fine, besiue costs, which amount­ ed to $2,380.17--and her despairing shrieks as she was led away to my loathsome dungeon still ring in her ears." "I wish I had never bought the pesky stuff," said she, uneasily. . - "So do I, madame, with all my heart," replied the official, " but busi­ ness is business, and when duty calls, as the United States Supreme Court de­ cisions say--. I should not like to see you consigned to a felon's cell, and I will do whatever I can, consistenly with my oath of office, to make the conse quences of your perhaps unintentional offense as light as possible. Have you the laceP" She brought it to him. " Very well, madame," said lie; "I will wrap it tip in tins piece of paper and mark it • Exhibit A,' and, if needs .50, and there be, you must be prepared to identify - it when the malefactor is brought to justice. Already several of my faith­ ful detectives are upon his track, and in the twinkling of a lamb's tail we'll have him deaato rights, and railroad him to Joliet for thirty vears. But it is necessary that I should produce the smuggled goods--the corpus delicti, as the District Attorney beautifully styled it. I will endeavor to suppress your name (Collector Smith will keep it out Of the Associated Press telegrams for the sake of your family), and will fix things with the District Attorney «-nd the United States Commissioners, so thjit you won't be called as a witness unless the indictment is quashed upon the first count. It'll take a couple of drinks to make them O. K., ana as I don't drink myself and they only take beer, that'll be a quarter. Thank you. The lace you will be able to obtain by calling at the Custom-House, in the Ad Valorem Department and filing your claim with proofs of your loyalty dur­ ing the war. Good-day, madame, I shall now proceed to dog the wretched caitiff's steps till Nemesis claims him for her own. If I can help it, no fur­ ther annoyance shall come to you be­ cause of this lamentable occurrence, on another occasion you must really be more circumspect. Other officers of the Secret Service less merciful than I would have had you half way down to the Bastile by this time, and your household furniture libelled as accesso­ ries after the fact." Thus saying, he withdrew to pursue the felonious mari­ ner from Pernambuco. The lady on West Adams street will be phased to hear that he overtook the criminal, A Tribune reporter came across them in the evening taking some gin and bitters amicably in a saloon, and dividing a small pile of greenback and silver.-- Chicago Tribune. ' : -'1^, • FEW stories told of the horrors of the famine in China were more horrible than those which represented parents selling their children that they might gain a few coin with which to get food and continue their wretched lives for a few days longer. Men and women, made savage by hunger, and, at their best, lacking in that tenderness of sen­ timent for their children that is part of the culture of the family as found in Christian countries, were thought to be shown at their worst in that fierce trait. Yet, how much better people are, a great deal nearer home, may be guessed when we note that in England the pa­ pers are just now discussing the opera­ tion of the law to prevent the insurance of the lives of children. It is believed that the small amount of* money that is made dependent by insurance upon the lives of little Ones--and made pay­ able if they die--not only reconciles parents to the most distressing mortal­ ity in their families, but even makes them indifferent to the ordinary precau­ tions for the prevention of disease and the ordinary methods of avoiding a fa­ tal result. By law, it is already ifor- bidden to place upon the life of an in­ fant more; than six pounds, or thirty dollars, and, nominally, this is intended to give it a handsome funeral, in case it does die; but it is believed that anx­ iety about the funerals of well children does not account for the extent to which these insurances are made. As a por­ tion of the money must certainly go for a funeral, when it is collected, the mar- fin between the sum so spent and thirty ollars, must be small; so that, if the English papers reason accurately on this subject, the money actually gained cannot vary greatly between England and China--and ifi England there is not a famine.--N. Y. jHerald. Enduring Effect of Individual lotions. THE biographers and historians have not quite decided Whether individual lives shape the movement of events, or are shaped, by them. It is not easy, perhaps not possible, to determine this question. In one view, the individual man is almost a cipher. Taking a broad survey of historic changes and developments, discovering thus that the harvests which we and others are now reaping have come from the sprouting of countless seeds scattered far and near along the ages, we grow very lowly-mindea, ahd are quite ready to confess that the agency of any one man or woman upon the grand resplt cannot amount to much. Taking out the names that figure in capitals in the chronological tables--the Mohammeds, Luthers, Napoleons, Washingtons, who may be called, with more or less ob­ vious truthfulness* the fathers of new dispensations, political or religious-- the remainder appear to have been lit­ tle more than the spectators of the ever-rolling stream of affairs, helping along certain movements and enabling them to reach their goal sooner than otherwise they might have done--" the god-fathers" of events, as some one has called them. This is as good a generalization as many another of the glittering family. But it can readily be taken in pieces, and then, on a little closer inspection, it will be seen that all those minute de­ tails which go to make up the mate­ rials of vast revolutions, which shape and tone an age, are only the outcome of the thinkings and speakings and> writings and actings of the myriads of busy mortals who have been living, working and dying thereabouts. So that we come round again from our impression that the personal unit is of almost inappreciable weight in the world, to subscribe to Carlyle's Ver­ dict, in the Essay on Voltaire--that each one's " earthly influence, which has had a commencement, will never through all a#es, were he the very meanest of us, nave an end. What is done is done; has already blended it­ self with the boundless, ever-living, ev­ er-working universe, and will also work there, for good or for evil, openly or secretly, throughout all time. The life of every man is as the well-spring of a stream, whose small beginnings are in­ deed plain to ail, but whose ulterior course and destination, as it winds through the expanses of infinite years, only the Omniscient can discern. Will it mingle with neighboring rivulets as a tributary; or receive them as their sovereign? * * » We know not; only in either case we know its path is to the great ocean; its waters, were they but a handful, are here, and cannot be annihilated or permanently held back." --Rev. Dr. J. T. Tucker, in Sunday Aft­ ernoon. --"A reader" asks: "How do you tell a ripe watermelon?" We don't tell it. A ripe watermelon doesn't want to be told anything. Its inherent good­ ness prevents it frdm asking questions. But when a green watermelon comes into your house you want to tell it to " get out." And if it doesn't go, kick it out.--Noirriatown Herald. Beligious. THE INEjSB'18 **AYKR. GIBI> me with the strength of Thy steadfast hills! The speed of Thy streams Rive me! In the spirit that calms, with the life that thliill! I would stand or run for Thee. . , , j , Let me be Thy voice, or Thy silent powe*^4""s .< As the cataract of the peak-- ' An eternal thought m my earthly hoir, 4'f Of the living tiod to speak. , . ,j Clothe me in the rose-tints of Thy , y, > Upon morning summits laid; • Robe me in the purple and gold that flie«t: ? . Through Thy shuttles of luht and shadk: , Let me rise and rejoice in Thy smile arignl/ ; • As mountains and forests do; . , • . Let me welcome Thy twilight and Hy night. •; And wait f.<«r Thy dawn »,aew! ' •' • ••* ; Give me of the brook's faith, joyously sun|f ; Under clank of its icy chain! , , „ Give me of the jMtiencc that hides among ' ' Thy hill-top* in mist and rain! Lift me «« from the clod; let me breathe Thy breath; Thy beauty and strength give me! Let i»c lose both the name and the meaning of , . death In the life that I share with Theei --Lucy Larcom, in Sunday^Aflsmoon. Sanday-Sciiool Lessons* m. ^ „ FOCHTH IJVUNII Oct. b--Formalism Lnke 13:22-80 Oct. 18--The Gospel Feast.........Luke 14; 16-24 Oct. 20--The Prodigal Son Luke 15; 11-24 Oct. 27--The llich Man and Laza­ rus ..Luke 16:19-31 Nov. ft--Ths Ten Lepers J . .Luke 17:11-iy Nov. 10---Whom the Lord Receivea.Lnke 18: 9-17 Nov. 17 -Zaccbens, the Publican.. Lnke 19: 1-10 Nov.24- Jndaism Overthrown...-Lnke21: 8-21 Dec. 1 --The Lord's Supper Luke 22:10 20 Dec. 8--The Cross .Luke 24:83-46 Dec. 15--'The Walk to Emmans... .Luke 24:18-32 Deo. 22--The Savior's Last Words.Luke 24:44-68 Dec. 29--Review, Temperance or Missionary Con- Jhii • fcttJT-,. A Word for the " FOR they shall be comforted" is the reason Jesus assigns for blessing those that mourn. This benediction, at least, is, in very form and expres­ sion, no promise, but a declaration of a law of life. Here no intimation in any way appears that Christ is speaking of a far-off future, when a heavenly re- warder shall bestow exotic comfort on the soul to compensate it for mourning here. The words in themselves impart not a promise, but a truth--the simple truth that mourning has its compensa­ tion in the sweet relief which comfort brings, and which unbroken joy can never know. In Luke's report of the Sermon, this thought is stated even more plainly as a principle, not a promise; and with an antithesis which is significant. "Blessed are ye that laugh now, for ye shall mourn and weep." In other words, the lots are not so unequal as they appear. Th6se who are in sorrow now may look forward to comfort to come, 'i'hose who are upon the heights of joy may well remember that the path will soon bring them to the val­ leys. Let not the mourner forget that there is a sweet and tender experience of the soul, very different from joy, without which one would not wish forever to go: comfort, by name. And only they who mourn can be comforted. If there were no night there could never be sunrise; if no labor, no rest; if no winter, no spring; and if there were no mourning there could be no comfort. Joy is a perpetual glitter of sun­ shine. Comfort is the shade which life's sorrows cast upon our way. As seed is to the harvest, so is mourn­ ing in the heart to comfort. {sympathy, also, is a gift from sor­ row; unless one has once self mourned, how mourn with others? Sorrow comes leading her twin daughters Comfort and Sympathy; we welcome tye mother for the chiloren's sake. s If you would pass through life with­ out comfort, pray that you may never know mourning; if you will forego the gift of sympathy, ask to be spared from sorrow. And to this many bear witness. Blessed are they that mourn, for in the consolations which the God of all comfort affords them, prophetic of that hour when He shall wipe away all tears from their eyes, there is a sweeter joy than in laughter and merriment. The path of sorrow, and that path alone. Leads to the land where sorrow is unknown. Tears, like rain-drops, have a thou­ sand times fallen to the ground and come up like flowers. The hours of pain have yielded good Which prosperous days ret used; As herbs, though scentless when entire, Spread fragrance when they're bruised. Every praying Christian will find* that there is no Gethsemane without its angel. Oh, my God! I thank Thee for the discipline of fifty-eight years; how sale a life this is in comparison with full prosperity and pleasure. The litfht of smiles shall fill again The lids that overflow with tears. He who has most of heart Ipiows most of sorrow. Men learn in suffering what they teach in song.--The Freeman. ' Some Frills of Conversion* DON'T indulge the idea that when you are saved you get a ticket out of the Bible saying you have eternal life, and then put it into your waistcoat- pocket, forgetting all about it. No; when God saves you, He saves you from your sins, ana gives you a new set of tastes and appetites. The converted man hates everything he knows to be sin. The public-house goes by the board. Fa^cy an heir of glory finding himself at home in a pub­ lic-house! Then the converted man loves his Bible---it is the book he likes best; and you find hiift continually digging in it as for hid treasure. The converted man lives for Christ in,the kitchen just as brightly as in the evangelistic meet­ ing. Follow him home, and there you find him with Jesus at the fireside, and bis house a little nursery for Heaven. The converted man talks abput Christ, instead of talking about his neighbors, as he used to do. The converted man loves the company of God's people. The converted man also enjoys being alone with Jesus. Thi converted man loves his enemies and prays for them. The converted man is. nothing behind the moral worldly man in honesty, truthfulness and liberality--nay, he ex­ cels him. The converted man is genial, kinkly, obliging, polite, self-sacrificing --indeed, he is just a miniature copy of his blessed Master* the l«ord Je&us Christ. "The peace of God which passeth all understanding," keeps his heart and mind through Christ Jesus, and he rejoices in the Lord all the day. These are not works--not by any means. They are fruits. Did you ever hear pf anyone making an apple; or thac au apple found it hard work to grow? 1 should think not. Well, these things Ij\ have mentioned, and many more, are simply fruits of Christ in the hiart |B the hope of glory.--The {London) GlmM mn. , % . 43m* Use ef THE value of flowers, H* Christian work and Christian worship is better appreciated than a few years Mlh), There are " flower missions^' iiyj^pjy of our cities, to provide flowers for the sick and the poor. Many d mission school does good service through send­ ing flowers into the scholars' homip. Fresh flowers in the church ori a Sun­ day morning are now the rule rather than exception with nearly all denomi­ nations of Christians. Every hew use of flowers to a good purpose is worth telling of for the benefit of all. The" story here given by a Superintendent of a country Sunday-School in New York State will interest many: r " In a country Sunday-School, # not in the city schools, it is often a pui- zling question how to make it possible for all to contribute something for the benefit of the school. This past sum­ mer I tried an experiment, that, to say the least, has afforded us all much pleasure, and has withal been of some Frofit to us. The experiment; v^as this: commenced early in the spring with the request that all who could not brin£ Other gifts would bring as their offer­ ing a bouquet of wild flowers, arranged according to their own taste. For these 1 said they should receive some return in money toward the'usual Suit* day collection, I then appointed a com­ mittee, whose duty it was to examiilp the bouquets and award premiums foe those most tastefully arranged. " Now for the result. After a little time, we had, every Sunday morning, a table full of these bright bouquets; and my eyes have filled with tears, as I have seen these offerings come in, sonle brought by those who came from homes of poverty, and to whom we had hard­ ly looked for any thought of these things. The prize bouquets were often sold for the benefit of the library fund; but we always remembered our sick teachers and scholars, by sending to them some bouquets as a token of love and esteem from the school. But we were able to do even more than this. With a bouquet one morning came the suggestion, that as one of the scholars was very destitute and greatly needed a coat, the flower fund of that day should be applied to make provision for him. It was so applied, and to our surprise our flower money that day was quite sufficient {or the purpose. Soon it was seen that a pair of shoes was needed for another scholar, and they were obtained in like manner. Ana so all through the summer we have thus been greatly blessed. "It is no small thing to be able to have your table filled every Sunday morning with bright and beautiful flow­ ers; but aside from the gratification this affords, so many beautiful lessotls may be drawn from flowers, that that must be a dull mind indeed which can­ not see God in them, His beautiful cre­ ations, and be able to draw tfierefrom lessons that shall, leave their impress on the young. So let me nrge upon my co-laborers, a trial of this simple experiment. I shall be greatly disap- Sointed if they do not find it a blessed elp in their Sunday-School work."-- Sunday-School Times. The Growth of Religious Sentiment. IT is often said, by loose thinkers and persons who are inclined too much to reason from particulars to generals, that the tendency of opinion and thought in this country is strongly in an anti-religious direction, and that re­ ligion, in afl itsA phases, is fast loosing its hold upon the hearts and con­ sciences of men. But is this true P Are there not facts that point to the exact­ ly opposite conclusionP Thomas Jef­ ferson, known, or at least believed, to be an infidel, was elected President of the United States, but no man holding pronounced infidel views has since been elected to that office, and to-day it would be enough to render impossible even the nomination of the strongest candidate in the country for him to avow atheistic views. What chanoe would Bob Ingersoll now have as a candidateP The people certainly have grown not more liberal, but more stringent on this subject than they were half a century ago. The election yesterday in New Haven, on the ques­ tion of the Bible in the schools, fur­ nishes another proof of this. There the School Board, some time ago, had adopted a rule excluding the Bible from the public schools and prohibit­ ing all religious exercises. But yes­ terday the people, by a very large mac jority, and after a very long discussion of the subject, expelled the board who had taken this step and elected one nledged to reinstate the Bible. Most significant, too, in this contest was the action of the Roman Catholics ef this place, who voted to a man in favor erf the candidates pledged to restore the Bible. Clearly, the people who think . that the country is becoming atheistic and irreligious should revise their 6pin- ions,--N. Y. Graphic. --As a flesh producer, one pound of eggs is equal to one pound of beef. A hen may be calculated to consume one bushel of corn yearly, and to lay twelve dozen or eighteen pounds of eggs. . This is equivalent to saying that three and one-tenth pounds of corn will produce, when fed to a hen, one pound of eggs. A pound of pork on the contrary requires about five and one-tenth pounds of corn for its production. When eggs are twenty- four cents a doaen and pork ten cents a pound* we have a bushel of corn fed. producing $2, 88 worth of eggs and $2.06 of pork. Judging from the&e facts,^--^ eggs, must be economical in their prty duotion and in their eating, and espe­ cially fit for the laboring man in re­ placing meat.--Exchange. . --Even the Gulf Stream is getting into crooked waffs. •V: i