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.pples market“ . the View that th. should have littl- manning an 86* t themoldmdd placincthgmigu all kinds Of *urham, Ont. qualities of that circledxom- mud and the ton ILLS picket; fgom_ instal- $4.52 a , Manager its attention 18. This is not a newly published book, but a book that never grows old. It was first published in 1855 and since then it has undergone, by the author, a complete revision, having taken ad- vantage oi every Judicious criticism which the work had elicited since its first appearance: It is the hope of the author that this work might be read by the daughters of Israel and be a convincing argument and proof of the divinity of Christ. But it is. written for the Gentile as well as the Israelite. It is a series of letters written by Adina a Jewess, assumed to have been a resident of Jerusalem during the last four years of our Saviour’s life; giving in detail all the events of interest in the life of Christ, , beginning with John the Baptist's mission on earth. These letters are written to her father in Alexandria. Egypt. The descriptions of the Temple in Jerusalem and its form of worship are very minute and give the reader an idea of the solemnity of worship and the beauty of the Temple. We quote a “Yesterday morning I was early on the housetop to behold the first cloud of the day-dawn sam'incc rise from the bosom of the Temple. When I had turned my gaze towards the sacred summit, I was awed by the profound silence which rained over the vast pile that crowned Mount Moriah. The sun was not yet risen; but the East blushed with a roseate purple and the morning star was melting into its depths. Not a sound broke the stillness of the hund- red streets within the walls of Jerusa- lem. Night and silence still held united empire over the city and the altar of God. I was awe-silent. I stood with my hands crossed upon my bosom and my head bowed reverently, for in the absence of man and his voice I believ- ed angels were all around in heavenly hosts. the guardian armies of this wondrous city of David. Lances of light now shot upward and across the purple sea in the East, and fleeces of clouds, that reposed upon it like bar- ques. catching the red rays of the yet un-risen sun, blazed like burning ships. Each moment the darkness fled, and the splendor of the dawn increased; and when I expected to see the sun ap- pear over the battlemented heights of Mount Moriah, I was thrilled by the startling peal of the trumpets of the priests; a thousand silver trumpets blown at once from the walls of the Temple and shaking the very founda- tions of the city with their mighty voice. Instantly the housetops every- where around were alive with worship- pers! Jerusalem started as one man, from its slumbers and with their faces toward the Temple, a hundred thousand men of Israel stood waiting. A second trumpet pea], clear and musical as the voice of God when He spake to our Father Moses in Horeb, causing every knee to bend. and every tongue to join in the morning song of praise. The Come in Chat Awhile 4mm ”churn. THE PRINCE OF THE HOUSE OF DAVID by Rev. J. At Home murmur of voices was like the continu- ous roll of the surge upon the beach, and the walls of the lofty Temple. like a - clifl, echoed it back. Simultaneously with the billow-like ml! of the ador- ing hymn, I beheld a pillar of black smoke ascend from the midst of the Temple and spread itself above the court like a canopy. It was accompan- ied by a blue wreath of lighter and more misty appearance, which thread- ed in and out and entwined about the other, like a silvery strand woven into a sable chord. This latter was the . smoke of the incense which accompan- ied the burnt sacrifice. I kneeled, re- membering that on the wings of the incense went up the prayers of the people.” Again, the writer tells her impres- sion of a visit in the Temple. She was “dazzled by the magnificence and awed by the vast extent of the space of splen- dor surrounding me; while ten thous- ands of people were to be seen moving towards the altar of sacrifice.” When the choir of two thousand voices were joined . by a thousand Levites with manly voices and the whole company chanted one of the sublimest Psalms of David she was overcome, her “senses were dissolved in a sea of seraphic Apart from the .descriptive portions of the book is the personal touch with Jesus and the eflect of his life on those around Him which makes these letters intensely interesting and the Bible narrative of those great days becomes clearer and more precious to the reader. Elizabeth Glenn Archer in “Our Dumb Animals” When the young leaves on the maple, Shape and size of infant’s hand, Spread their palms to sunny breezes Then ’tis springtime in the land. Baby-leaves so small and perfect Yellow-green and shining new Faintly blush like autumn colors, Fresh and delicate in hue. These the days of Nature’s magis; Tim! of innocence and youth. Growing things, so shy-appealing, Promise Beauty’s perfect truth. Decked in leaves for our protection From the summer's sultry rays Trees, like parasols, gigantic, Foil the Sun’s too ardent gaze. Not alone their shelter lending But like giant fans they stand, Waving in the breezes for us, ‘Waftving comfort o’er the land. Treesâ€"the symbols of God’s mercy, Housing bird-life in their arms; Palaces of morning musie _ Waken first in grbves and farms. Caroling away our sorrows; Warbling choirs pf early morn, Myriad foes of men, devouring; Birdsâ€"our friends since Time was And Her Ideas From Paris On each other’s life depending, Trees, their feathered tenants need And in payment give them shelter; Plainly men should see and heed. Men so blind to human welfare Nee~d t6 p5use and face the truth: Sparing birds and trees is wisdom To be taught from early youth. of {flewâ€"éfiflngé for an hour.” A Too Much Spring “Waiter, what kind of lamb is this?” “Spring lamb, sir.” “Is that so; I’ve been chewing on one TREES AND THEIR .TENANTS STARFISH PROVE VERY INTERESTING STUDY rough-skinned starfish or “flve-flnger”. It may be any gorgeous shade of red, purple, orange or gellow. Not until we feel the strength of its tube-covered tentacles do we realize that it is an animal and not some strange, exotic flower cast up from the sea. It is thought that at one time the starfish did grow on a long stem like a daisy. With its “roots” firmly anchored to a rock this curious animal flower was waited to and fro by the ocean cur- rents. It could reach no food except those bits which driftedo within reach of its five “petals”. These were quickly snatched up and devoured whole. The starfish of the present day is more closely allied to the animal king- dom. It retains its flower-like colors, but it has lost its long stem and is now free-swimming and actively predatory. With hundreds of tiny tube feet on each of its rays it can move over the bed of the ocean at the rate of six inches a minute and can cling to any surface. Starfish are hatched from eggs de- posited in the water. Their develop- ment is very interesting, especially when seen under a microscope. Eggs for experimental purposes may be se- cured by drawing a cloth net through an- ocean pool. They will continue grow- ing for some time if kept in water. In --¢u1‘2_ _-_ “--L- “The Log of the Sun” William Beebe describes their development: “At first the egg seems nothing but a tiny round globule of jelly, but soon a dent or de- pression appears on one side, which be- comes deeper and deeper until it ex- tends to the center of the egg mass. It is as if we should take a round ball of putty an gradually press our finger into it. This pressed-in sac is a kind of primitive stomach, and the entrance is used as a mouth. After this follows a marvellous succession of changes. -wrv .â€" ‘"_____ ‘nurse’ or living, changing egg. Then the entire mass, so elaborately evolved through so long a time, is absorbed and the little baby star sinks to the bottom to start on its new life, crawling around . v v-- -vâ€" -â€" â€" £333“;- whaeve} haupens in vits path and feeding to repletion on succulent oysters.” It also enjoys sea snails and sea anemones. The starfish hasan ingenious way of Opening oysters. These ‘bivalves can withstand a strong, sudden tug, but not a 'slow, steady pull. The’statfish wraps its rays about the shell of the oyster and exerts a strong, even pull which eventually wears out the unfortunate “For example, when about eight days old, another mouth has formed and two series of delicate cilia or swimming hairs wind around the creature, by means of which it glides slowly through the water. . . . Each day and al- most every hour adds to the complex- ity of the little anirnal, lung tentacles _ L1- -_ 1-.....1 .‘nflfifl grow out ariaâ€"méhy other larval are passed through before the starfish shape is di§c€grniblq within this c “A: mollusk. “.VC- ‘ 'Althbugh starfish are' considerably held in check by fish, gulls and crows, they do millions of dollars’ worth of damage to oyster beds each year. In the Connecticut oyster beds alone 42.000 bushels of starfish were removed in a single year, after they had done $631,500 damage. In six days one baby starfish less than three quarters of an inch across will eat over fifty .young clams of half that length. The only way the number of starfish can :be kept down is by dredging the sea- weed in the latter half of July, when it is covered with young. A single cart- by (111881118 through them large tan- gles of hemp or cotton waste for the starfish to attack and cling to. Angry oyster men, often tear starfish apart and throw them back into the sea, not realizing that these animals have unusual powers of regenertion. ‘Time heals all wounds’ literally in the case of these creatures, and even if the five arms are torn apart, five starfish. small of arm but with healthy stomachs On any beach we may pick up a _1_1_..-.I -anal. A- “ntffi_flna”” INVENTOB 0F SEWING MACHINE Although the United States claims the honor of inventing the sewing ma- chine through the eflorts or a Massa- chusetts mnchinist by the name of Elias Howe in 1846, the invention by Barthe- lemy mimonneir, a. French tnilor. yes Members THE DURHAM CHRONICLE I Dogs -A Causerie embody the elements of companion- ship, gratitude, and loyalty, it is dim- cult to understand why they are some- timesâ€"I should say oftenâ€"disliked. Dogs possess these three virtues which we expect from our friends. but so often fail to receive. How rare are the friends who will stand by us in adversityâ€"and perhaps in disgrace; how many there are, who importune us with avowals of friend- ship when all is well with us! How many deny us their companionship when we are most desolate; and how few show us gratitude for the help When all the world seems to have turned against you, and your loudest h0pes are black as night; when you have been hurt by heedless humans, and it seems as though all were traitors when you feel that there is no one whom you can call “friend”; then go to your faithful dog for consolation. Take his willing head between your hands, place it beside your cheek, and, in a confidential tone whisper our tale of woe into his alert ear. He will know by the sadness in your voice that all is not we1,l and his deep brown eyes, so. pathetic and appealing, will carry a: sadness in harmony with your own.He; will even want to lick your face, but that is not permissible. Perhaps, if you realize how eagerly he is offering you the deepest sympathy and consolation of which he is capable, you will allow him to lick your hands just a bit. Hold ’him tightly and tell him again and again, having no fear that he will be- come impatient or bored, for as long as you are sad your little friend will be I likewise. If you should be happy, however, and speak to him in cheerful tones, then watch him gambol, and listen to his joyous little yelps. His eyes fairly shine with mischievous lights radiating the love of living. He is anxious to join in your merrymaking for he is happy when you are. If necessity should oblige you to leave him for some time, he will become listless, will refuse food, the while he is anxiously listening for the familiar sound of your footsteps or welcoming whistle. But, oh! the mad joy on your return! The ceaseless leaping! The joyous barking! Note his restlessness and see how closely he watches when you step to the door for a moment. He is afraid that you will. leave him again. Should you be maliciously attacked your dog will fight for you with all the strength in his wiry body, for he is When we see how pres-eminently goes it gently. To me, every dog on the street is 3 potential friiend. for if it is at all pos- sible, I eventually win him over. In my own neighborhood everybody’s dog is mine, in the sense that they are all my friends. They greet me with enthu- siasm which I return with a pot and a few friendly words. In my dreams of the future, I see my- self surrounded by dogs. A big Saint Bernard over there near the door, a police dog close by that window wetch- ing the antics of a Pekinese on the 3111. a white poodle scampering wildly with a small terrier, while best of all. close beside me on my big chair. sits a large yellow and white dog. He is a mixture of collie and shepherd, and a qllvlng memento of “Jimmie", the dog I loved the most, but lost. sion “Comm’ Through the Rye" ac- cording to the Readers’ Digest. There is, in Scotland, a small stream called the Rye. The girls forded it go- ing to church, school and to market, and as the water was a foot or two deep they had to hold their shirts up. from the brief commands seen on the English roadsides, such as “Drive slow- ly” and “Beware of crossroads." The road from Nice to Monte Carlo has now been adorned at dangerous points with signs “Please drive nicely" written in English for the benefit of English and Amerian visitors. Even At the W Bowling Club “Waiter. this spinach is terrible.” Sorry, sirâ€"you’ll hnve to tnke it up with the green’s committee." the worst “; will be moved by such worded request. True to their reputation for polite- ness, the French traffic authorgties ox} COMIN‘ THROUGH THE RYE persons understanq thg exgpres- The pun leaves. etched nun-t the net Are drenchal with spruy's white rum. wtmtefulleummm. "cool tad sweetthenlcht wind Alon: the shining and; The ooaun murmurs us it sleeps. And slumber cluma the 11nd. “Tuna; . . taunt!” The ukelcle brings Alwaysthepdmmtmaen. mmmmdwmdthntsmu Inasmuch”. “Nun: . . mung!" thouh down a city Its voice, insistent, very awe fill: of the pelms. the see. Thismustcwmestome. “How's your car running?" “Not I0 good; can't get, her throttled “How's your wife?" “she's the some. thank you." \§ IQXFi-Yfl Busy hunchâ€"at haul tub mo and day out. Pain 1: theckinooh and pliable. oven redneu and relieve. irritation. PAGE 8.