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, an} , oz- {D} ‘ 120 V Cami; 91 ) wmfixOmvaj<m wm<_m.<< On 02m <_O_mm_...comm .2 Cfim. A D8! REV. DR. Washington, May 7.â€"Bev. Dr. 1'31- mage this morning preac ' text, Psalms xxxix, 3. musing the fire burned.” He said: { Here is David, the psalmist, with the forefinger of his right hand against his temple and the door shut against the world. engaged in contemplation. And it would be well for us to take the same posture often while we sit down in sweet solitude to contemplate. In a small island off the coast of Nova Scotia I once passed a Sabbath in delight- solitude, for I had resolved that I would have one day of entire quiet before I entered upon autumnal work. I thought to have spent the day in laying out plans for Christian work, but instead of that it became a day of tender reminiscence. I reviewed my pastorate; I shook hands with an old departed friend, whom I again when the curtains of life are lifted. The days of my boyhood one house on the island, and yet from Sabbath daybreak, when the bird chant woke me, until the evening melted into A,,-_. flkfim tn aha" 10115 ogu WWWâ€"- Youth is apt too much to spend all its time in looking forward. Old age is apt too much to spend all‘its time in loo 3 backward. People in midlife and on apex look both ways. It would be w for us, I think, however, to spend more time in reminiscence. By the constitution of our nature we spend most of the time looking forward. And the vast majority of peeple live not so much in the present as in the future. I find that you mean to make a reputation, you mean to establish yourself, and the advantages that you _ expect to achieve absorb a. great deal of , your time. But I see no harm in this, if , it does not make you discontented with ' the present or disqualify you for existing i duties. It is a useful thing sometimes to look back and to see the dangers we. have escaped and to see the sorrows we have ! sufiered and the trials and wanderings o! ‘ our earthly pilgrimage and to sum up our cnjoyments. I mean, so far as God may help me, to stir up your memory of . the past. so that in the review you may ' be encouraged and humbled and urged to pray. There is a chapel in Florence with a fresco by Guido. It was covered up with two inches of stucco until our American and European artists went there, and after long toil removed the covering and retraced the fresco. And I am aware that the memory of. the past, with many of you, is all covered up with obliterations, and I now propose, so far as the Lord may help me. to take away the covering, that the old picture may shine out again. I Want to bind in one sheaf all your past advantages. and I want to bind in an- other sheaf all your past adversities. It is a precious harvest, and I must be can- tious how I swing the scythe. ,1 __-___ there were ten thousan groves were a~hum wi long ago ceased. (7 __4.L .‘- 1‘.“ +M m11nh to snend an 1“ . Among the greatest advantages of your past life were an early home and its sur- roundings. The bad men of the day, for the most part, dip their heated passions out of the boiling spring of an unhappy , home. We are not surprised to find that l Byron‘s heart was a concentration of sin l when we hear his mother was abandoned and that she made sport of his infirmity and often called him “the lame brat.” He who has vicious parents has to fight every inch of his way if he would main- tain his integrity and at last reach the home of the good in heaven. Perhaps - your early home was in a city. It may have been when Pennsylvania avenue, Washington, was residential. as now it is commercial, and Canal street, New York, was far up town. That old house in the city may have been demolished or changed into stores. and it seemed like sacrilege to you, for there was more meaning in that small house than there is in a gran- ite mansion or a turreted cathedral. Looking back, you see it as though it‘ were yesterdayâ€"the sitting room, where the loved one sat by the plain lamp light, the mother at the evening stand, the brothers and sisters, perhaps long ago gathered into the skies, then plotting mischief on the floor or under the table, your father with firm voice commanding a silence that lasted half a minute. Oh. those were good days! If you had your foot hurt, your mother always had a soothing salve to heal it. If you were wronged in the street, your father was always ready to protect you. The year Friend» His 2 Again Wun m lowed Forceâ€" Was one round of frolic and mirth. Your greatest trouble was an April shower, more sunshine than shower. The heart had not been ransacked by trouble, nor had sickness broken' it, and no lamb had a warmer sheepfold than the home in which your childhood nestled. 10 Perhaps you were brought up in the country. You stand now to-day in mem- ory under the old tree. You clubbed it for fruit that was not quite ripe, because you couldn’t wait any longer. You hear the brook rumbling along over the pe‘n- bles. You step again into the furrow where your father in his shirt sleeves shouted to the lazy oxen. You frighten the swallows from the rafters of the barn and take just one egg and silence your OLD MAN’S MUSING conScience by saying they will not miss it. You take a drink again out of the very bucket that the old well fetched up. You go for the cows at night and find them pushing their heads through the bars. Ofttimes in the dusty and busy streets you wish you were home again on that cool grass or in the rag carpeted hall of the farmhouse, through which there came the breath of new mown hay or the blossom of buckwheat. You may have in your windows now beautiful plants and flowers brought from across the seas, but not one of them stirs in ‘your soul so much charm and memory as the old ivy and the yellow sunflower that stood sentinel along the garden walk and the forget-me-nots play- ‘ ing hide and seek mid the long grass. The father who used to come in. sun- burned from the field and sit down on the doorsill and wipe the sweat from his brow my have gone to his everlasting rest. The mother who used to sit at the door a. little bent over, cap and spectacles in, her face mellowing with the vicini- tudes of many yesrs. may huve put down :her gray head on the pillow 193.11.939991» Torder Bominiscenca in ; Vow: â€"His Pastorate, His Departed ,His Boyhood, All Came Back gton, May 7.â€"â€"Bev. Dr. Tal- “M'm‘m' “reached from the TALMAGE’S MEMORIES. but forget that home you never m... thanked God for it? Have you rehear'sed all these blessed reminiscence" Oh, thank God for a Christian father! Thank God for a Christian mother! Lmun vuvâ€" __ I bfing to mind another passage 111 one history of your life. you set up your own passed along in quiet blessedness. You twain sat at the table morning and night e future. life became the subject of mutual consulta- tion and advisement. You were so happy you felt you never could be any happier. One day a dark cloud hovered over your dwelling, and it got darker and darker. but out of that cloud the shining messen- ger of God descended to incarnate an immortal spirit. Two little feet started on an eternal journey, and you Were to lead them, a gem to flash in heaven’s coronet, and you to polish it. Eternal ages of light and darkness watching the starting out of a newly-created creature. ‘ You rejoiced and you trembled at the‘ responsibility that in your possession an immortal treasure Was placed. You prayed and rejoiced and wept and won- dered. You were earnest in supplication that you might lead it through life into the kingdom of God. There was a tremor in your earnestness. There was a double interest about that home. There was an additional interest Why you should stay there and be faithful, and when in a few months your house was filled with the music of the child’s laughter you were cmmk through with the fact that you in your earnestness. 'L'nere interest about that home. '1 additional intenest Why you there and be faithful, and v months your house was t music of the child’s laugh struck through with the had a stupendous mission. ._-.- God help you in your solemn remin- iscence, and let his mercy fall upon yam soul, 11 your kindness has been requited. God have mercy on the parent on the wrinkles of whose face is written the qtoryof a child’s sin. God have mercy on the mother who, in addition to be] other pangs, has the pang of a child’s ,,,_ -_,. mm“, mnhv sad the qwry ‘U1 (3 uuuu w --_- _ on the mother who, in addition to her other pangs, has the pang of a. child’s iniquity. Oh. there are many. many sad sounds in this sad world, but the saddest sound that is ever heard is the breaking of a. mother’s heart‘. I find another point in your life his- tory. You found one day you were in the Wrong road; you could not sleep at night; there was just one word that seemed to sob through your banking house or through your office or your shop A .â€"..â€"A two- Wu; u] on..- --.____ But I must not spend any more of my time in going over the advantages of your life. I just put them in one great sheaf, and I call them up in your mem- ory with one loud harvest song, such as the reapers sing. Praise the Lord, ye blood bought immortals on earth! Praise the Lord, ye crowned spirits of heaven! But. some of you have not alWays had a smooth life. Some of you are now in the shadow. Others had their troubles years ago. You are a mere wreck at what you once were. I must gather up the sorrows of your past life. But how shall I do it? You say that is impossible. as you have had so many troubles and ad- versities. Then I will inst take twoâ€"the first trouble and the last trouble. As when you are walking along the» street and there has been music in the distance you unconsciously find yourselves keep- ing step to the music, so, 'when you started life, your very life was a musical time beat. The air was full of joy and hilarity. With the bright clear oar you made the boat skip. You went on, and , life grew brighter, until after awhile sud- denly a voice from heaven said, “Halt!” and quick as the sunshine you halted, you grew pale, you confronted your first sorrow. You had no idea that the flush on your child’s cheek was an unhealthy flush. You said it cannot be anything serious. Death in slippered feet walked round about the cradle. You did not hear the tread. But after awhile the truth flashed on you. You walked the floor. Oh, if you could, with your strong, stout hand, have wrenched that child from the destroyer! You went to your room, and ; you said: “God, save my child! God, . save my child!” ‘ ‘ I 1” JA_1._ The World seemed going out in dark- ness. You said, “I can’t bear it; I can’t bear it.” You felt as if you could not put the long lashes over the bright eyes, never to see them again sparkle. If you could have taken that little one in your arms and with it leaped the grave. how gladly you would have done It! If you could let your property go, your houses go, your land and your storehouse go, how gladly you would have allowed them to depart if you could only have kept that one treasure! But one day there came up a chill blast that swept through the bedroom, and instantly all the lights went out, and there was darknessâ€"thick, murky, impenetrable, shuddering darkness. But God did not leave you there. Mercy spoke. As you took up the bitter cup to put it to your lips God said, “Let it pass,” and forthwith, as by the hand of angels, an- other cup was put into your hands. It Was the cup of God’s consolation. And as you have sometimes lifted the head of a wounded soldier and poured wine into ‘ his lips. so God puts his left arm under your head and with his right hand he pours into your lips the wine of his com- fort and his consolation, and you looked at the empty cradle and looked at your broken heart, and you looked at the Lord’s chastisement, and you said, “Even so. Father, for so it seemeth good in thy sight.” Ah, it was Your first trouble. How did you get over it? God comforted you. You have been a better man ever since. You have been a. 'better woman ever since. In the jar of the closing gate of the sepul- oher you heard the chnging of the open- ing gate of heaven, and you felt an irre- on never win- - is? Have You remlnm999°u sistible drawing heavenWard. You have been spiritually better ever since that night when the little one for the last time put its arms around your neckland said: “Good night, papa; good night, mamma. Meet me in heaven.” But I must come to your latest sor- row. What Was it? Perhaps it was sick- ness. The child’s tread on the stair or the ; tick of the watch on the stand disturbed you. Through the long weary days you counted the figures in the carpet or the flowers in the Wall paper. Oh, the Weari- ness of exhaustion! Oh, the burning pangs! Would God it Were morning, would God it were night, Was your fre- quent cry. But you are better, or perhaps even well, Have you thanked God that to-day you can come out in the fresh air; that you are in your place to hear God‘s name and to sing God’s praise and to implore God’s help and to ask God’s forgiveness? Bless the Lord who healeth ,3 ..,..1m.w.o+_h nnr- live! LULBLIVMVW. ._ all our diseases wend reded'meth our live: from destruction. Perhaps your last sorrow was a. finan- occupation, on ornate apparel, on a com- modious residenceâ€"everything you put ‘ your hands on seems to turn to gold. But there are others of you who are like the ship on which Paul sailed Where two seas met, and you are broken by the violence of the waves. By an unedvised indorse-l ment, or by a conjunction of unforeseen events, or by fire or storm, or a. senseless panic, you have been flung headlong, and where you once dispensed great char- ities now you have hard work to win your daily bread. Have you forgotten to thank God for your days of prosperity and that through your trials some of you have made investments which will con~ tinue after the last bank of this world lqu uv -vvv Blessed the b'rhIâ€"xeh 'heart that Jesus heals! Blessed the importunate cry that Jesus compassiongtey Blessed the weep- LA_2 .‘ U can; vvnngw---v-_ ing eye from which the soft hand of Jesus wipes away the tear! Some years ago I was sailing down the St. John River, which is the Rhine and the Hudson commingled, and while I was on the deck of the steamer a gentle- man pointed out to me the places of Ln- terest, and he said. ”All this is interval land, and it; is the richest land in all the provinces of New Brnswick and News Scotia." “What,” 5:...1 I. “do you mean : 1 fine” )1 ”WATI H 'na nail, ouuum. u u..." .m, , , _ _ K by ‘interval lend?’ ” “Well," he said,‘i “this land is submerged for a. part of the . year. Spring freshets come doWn, and {‘1 these plains are overflowed with water. and the water leaves rich deposit, and T when the waters are gone the harvest springs up, and there is a richer harvest than I know of elsewhere.” And I in- stantly thought, “It is not the heights of the church. and it is not the heights of this world that are the scene of the grc 2t- est prosperity, but the soul over which the floods of sorrow have goneâ€"the soul over which the freshets of tribulation have torn their wayâ€"that yields the greatest fruits of righteousness and the largest harvest for time and the richest harvest for eternit .” Bless God that your soul is interv. land! -4 _!_L -1? ..'I.~..A_'L:.._ There is one more point of absorbing ' reminiscence, and that is the last hour of life, when we have to look over all curl past existence. What a moment that will I be! I place Napoleon’s dying reminiscence on St. Helena beside Mrs. J udson’s dying reminiscence in the harbor of St. Helena, the same island, 20 years after. Napoleon’s dying reminiscence was one of delirium I â€"“Tete d’armee”-â€"-“Head of the army.” Mrs. J udson’s dying reminiscence, as she came home from her missionary toil and her life of self sacrifice for God, dying in the Cabin of the ship in the harbor of St. Helena. was, “I always did love the Lord Jesus Chris.” And then, the historian says, she fell into a sound sleep for an hour and woke amid the songs of angels. I place the dying reminiscence of Augus- tus Ceasar against the dying reminiscence of the apostle Paul. The dying remin- 1 iscenee of Augustus Ceasar was. address- ing his attendants, “Have I played my - Inn A! part well on the stage of life?” and they ‘ answered in the aflirmntive, and he said, “Why, then, don’t you applaud me?" The dying reminiscence of Paul the apostle Was, “I have fought a good fight. I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up far me a. crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge. will give me in that day, and not to me only, but to all them that love his appearing." Augustus Caesar died amid pomp and great surroundings. Paul uttered his dy- ing reminiscence looking up through the wall of'a dungeon. God grant that our dying pillow may be the closing of a. use- ful life and the opening of a. glorious 41mm<<>qozg>z-<<>mommu p_._zom><. ozfim eternity. Singing is a. heart service. It is making melody within the heart to the Lord. Some of God’s most acceptable hymns are sung in. silence. The heart simply hum: some old tune which none save God can hear. :lic‘ Singing From the Heart. our lives A FLINTON WOMAN’S CRUELTY. INHUMAN TREATMENT OF AN ORPHAN GIRL. The Tweed News says: The quiet little village of Flinton, North Hastings, was thrown intoa state of excitement last week over some startling facts which have just come to light concerning the ‘ ‘ ‘ r~~hh-~ -4: mar. .Luu . n v., village of Flinton, North Hastings, was thrown into a state of excitement last week over some startling facts which have just come to light concerning the , treatment to which a resident of that place, has been subjecting her little orphan girl, Rosie Bolin, who has been employed as her servant for the past five months. Rosie submitted to the treatment as'long as she could, until finally she became so frightened that on Thursday last about midnight she made her escape from the house and the next day stated her case to Constable Hicks. She said that her mistress had made her get down on her knees and kiss the crucifix and declare that she had no improper relations with her husband during her mistress’ absence, that she had taken the butcher knife and threatened to put it through her (Rosie's) heart on difl'erent occasions, and that she ‘ had called her indecent names. Rosie also stated that when she told her mistress that she did not want to stay any longer, but that she wanted to go to her auntie’s, she flew at her in a rage and threatened to crush her into the floor, if she dared to think of leaving. After Rosie made her escape on Thursday night, she was afraid 3 to go back for her clothes, so the authorit- j ies sent Constable Hicks with her for pro- tection. The clothes were given up with- out any objections, but it is said by those who saw the clothes that they were not fit for mop-rags. Some of the neighbors very kindly gave the unfortunate girl some clothing. Such inhuman treatment . of an innocent child seems almost impos’ .â€" sible and hard to credit, but the source from which the News received the infor' mation is beyond question. The Dominion Educational Association has developed a scheme to cultivate the patriotic spirit in school children. The idea is to observe the school dav im- mediately preceding the 24th of May as "Empire Day.” This year it falls on Tues- day the 23rd. Hon. G. W. Ross in behalf of the Ontario Department suggests the following exercises in the school on that day:â€" 77- ___.._ «Av-“‘VAA" _fd, 1): THE Fonnxoox. Part of the forenoon might be occupied with a familiar talk by the teacher on the British anire, its extent and resourceszl the relation of Canada to the Empire; the unity of the Empire and its advantages; the privileges which, as British subjects, we enjoy; the extent of Canada and its re- sources; readings from Canadian and British authors by the teacher; interesting historical incidents in connection with our own country. The aim of the teacher in all his references to Canada and the Em- pire should be, to make Canadian patrio- tism intelligent, comprehensive and lstrong. THE Anmxoox. ‘ The afternoog, commencing at 2.30 pm. mightbe occupied with patriotic recite. tions. songs, readings by the pupils and speeches by trustees, clergymen and such other persons as may be available. - ’The‘trustees and imbue generally should be invited to be present at these exercises. During the (133' the British flag or Cana- dian Ensign should be hoisted over the school building. Will you kindly inform the teachers of your inspectors! district of the action of the Department and of the purposes of “Empire Day" as herein set forth. â€"â€"Rev. S. C. Bethune. who recently re- signed the headmastership of Trinity Col- lege School, Port Hope, has been voted‘ $500 a veer-for a. period of 5 years by the authorities of the college. â€"â€"Isa.ac Bell, one of the earliest settlers of Spence township, Parry Sound district died on April 29th, aged 89 years. He was a native of Fermsnagh. Ireland, and came to this country in 1844. He wuss resident of Spence township for the past :..5 years, and an active Orangemsn since he was 15 years of age. He was married 51 years. and his widow and six sons survive him. Permanent Cure of Salt Rheum. The permanent cure after per- manent cure that is being published week by week has placed Burdock Blood Bitters far above ail other remedies in the estimation of the sick and suffering. Even the severest and most chro- nic diseases that other remedies fail to relieve yield to the blood purifying, blood. enriching proper- ties of BBB. Salt Rheum or Eczemaâ€"that most stubborn of skin diseases, which causes such torture and is so difficult to cure. with ordinary reme- diesâ€"cannot "withstand B. B. B.’s healing, soothing power. The case of Mrs. Jas. Sanderson, Emerson, Mam, shows how effec- tive B.B.B. is in curing Salt Rheum at its worst, and curing it to stay cured. This is what she wrote: “ Burdock Blood Bitters cured me of a bad attack of Salt Rheum three years ago. 'It was so severe that my finger nails came off. 'I can truly say that I know of no more valuable medicine in the world than B.B.B. It cured Ill. completely and permanently. as I have never had a touch of Salt Rheum since." Empirc; Day ay stated her case to She said that her her get. down on her crucifix and declare APRIL SHUWERS and WET HEEL . 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