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CHAPTER X. IVB YEARS have ^passed. This evening there is a fete In Smyrna at the palace of the consul- general of France. Hundreds of gas jets illumine the beautiful facade of the palace— cov-j ered with escutch- e o n s and orl- imes— and seem to redden even starry eastern sky. The long of carriages advanced slowly ough' 'the 'double line of cu- as on-lookers, always .attracted by splendid fete. Under the dazzling t the ladles, In superb' toilettes and. jrkling with diamonds, appeared in ;h carriages, for this' January even- was as balmy as spring and the air i heavy with the perfume , of tho ntless orange trees. The oriental mation; spreading from the side- Iks to the equipages, was mingled 'ne joyous hum. The multitude, corn- led of . Greeks who hare preserved innate taste, nay, the worship of ity, constituted itself a tribunal; it d boldly, awarded prizes, proph- [d triumphs and even went so far as 'ame these divinities of the hour. In carriages, the loud clapping of ds applauded the choice of the •ement, the bravos of the gilded ( .th responded to the popular enthu- 'sm and the fair ladles thus glorified sed on, touched and delighted; uder, indeed, of this spontaneous ad- ation than of the more refined Inse which awaited them in the diplo- tic salons. Each carriage in its turn ipped at the vestibule, which was g with rich purple draperies, fringed th gold. The guests entered a vast •ridor, .a veritable fairy land. Before mirrors, framed in .silver, the la- JB laid aside their graceful wraps and jre attended by young girls clad In picturesque Greek costume, a tu- pf white muslin with the full panta- of cherry satin, their long dark [ses braided with sequins and falling ;heir shoulders. At the head of the ,nd staircase an immense gallery, d with camelias, led to the four Hjlgniflcent drawing rooms, furnished brlental style. In the first the consul jlcomed his' guests, standing near his fe, who was half reclining on a di- in. She was still wonderfully beau- and covered with jewels flt for an press. The second salon was the ball m, the orchestra skillfully hidden ind a. screen of myrtles and orange fes. There Maritza, the queen of the reigned, for this ball was given In Xhor of her eighteenth birthday. -ped in white tulle, almost covered ,h pearls, Maritza de Sorgnes at- ^cted all eyes. Small, very small, she ,s still, but with such perfection of fture, such exquisite grace, the pose [the beautiful head so noble, that she •ht well have set for a Hebe. An- ,er toilet attracted almost as much ntion as that of the petted heiress ,he house. It was a graceful gown ink tulle, over which were strewn pink roses. The young girl who •e it was tall, blue eyed, blonde and 'resh, as rosy, as Aurora. It was ,ane, who had just passed her nlne- ,th birthday. To a close observer moral contrast between the two ng girls was even greater than the sical contrast, MarUza was stlllan lent, spoiled chi)-!!, whose brain had other occupation but the thousand one trifles wnioh make up the life a frivolous young woman of the 'Id. Tiomane, on the contrary, had ,nded like a beautiful flower and y line of her noble face denoted her rlorlty. Both danced with the zest, -intoxication, of the first ball. "The |te" and "the rose," as a young offl- had just named them, found themes vis-a-vis in the same quadrille, itza'S partnef was a Wry handsome ng man, of pure Arab type, with the igant manners of a refined European. wore the Egyptian fez and on his Jack coat shone the grand cordon of the ;edjldie. It was Pr.lnce Hassan, son of e late Prince Mourad, who, although ,ly twenty-four years old, had already ,de himself a name by bis daring ex- Its in the terrible wars which had so ently devastated Egypt. He had a ;h diplomatic position in Constantl- ipje but was now visiting his uncle, governor of the province. MarJtza evidently made a deep impression her elegant partner, Attentive and presse, the prince knew how to min- the most delicate flatteries with the Inary commonplaces of ,the ball m. The quadrille being ended, Ma« a, leaning on the arm of the prince, him to Tiomane and presented him her with charming grace. The stra was just beginning the first 4ns of a waltz and bis royal high- offered Ms arm to the friend pf Demoiselle de Sorgnes. Tiomane h ,isten, not unwillingly, to lover-like ures pn Maritza'g perfections, and , with the. most perfect preyi without asHlPS a Ungle question, prince made Tl<?ma»e talH of the ,ly of "the most bes\j(tl!f«l little lady It was a very agreeable ; ect of conversation for the sincer who had JM> dlKRowity in plct«r a priUiant future for th§ daughter a Idver? She saw, in Jmaglnatldn, the closed crown of a princess resting on Mafitza's golden locks and grew elo-> fluent With her theme. The waltss faeihg ended, the prince led Tiomane to the banquet hall and while they refreshed themselves with a sherbet the conversation so agreeable to both—Maritza's beauty and perfections—was continued. They had been chatting thus some min" utes, quite oblivious to the flight of time, Wheft a sharp little voice made both tUrii quickly. . "What! You two here?" The sharp little voice came from Ma* rltza's rosebud mouth. She was leaning on the arm of Mademoiselle Pascale, that lady appearing as thin, as angular and as malevolent as ever, although very richly attired in black velvet and lace, a gift from her petted pupil. From the malicious glance which the governess darted at Tiomane the poor girl feared one of those painful scenes in which she had often been made to suffer in private, never, however, in public, and her rosy face paled at the thought of the humiliation In the presence of the amiable, smiling young prince. ' "Do you know, prince," continued Ma- "that.you quite forgot me? Yes, Our ritza, in the same sharp, imperious tone, waltz Is more than half finished. Oh, do you hear? It is ended." "Indeed, mademoiselle," exclaimed the prince, confused and sincerely concerned, "how can I excuse myself? Only by telling' the truth—that I was talking with your friend of you, and in so charming a subject I quite forgot how time was passing." "Oh!" she-interrupted, in an ironical tone, "spare yourself the trouble of defending yourself. And pray do not imagine that I came here to seek you. I was *dying of thirst, that was all," and she seized eagerly a glass of orangeade, to which she hardly touched her lips, however. The prince had approached her and in a charming tone of supplication, which would have appeased the anger of any but a spoiled beauty, begged that she would grant him the favor of the last measures of the waltz which, as she had said, was just ending. "Certainly not," she replied, tossing her proud little head as If she were already a princess, refusing the petition of one of her humblest subjects. "Maritza!" said Tiomane gently. Even the wily governess, affecting a feeling of generosity, ventured to Intercede for the suppliant. Without deigning any reply to either, the irate little lady turned her back on his royal highness and, taking Mademoiselle Pascale's arm, left the room, not, however, without darting a menacing glance at Tiomane. A moment of embarrassed silence followed this sudden exit. The prince was the first to speak. . "Really," he said, "my punishment Is very severe. Mademoiselle Maritza does not pride herself, it seems, on her amiability to her adorers." "She is impulsive, certainly," murmured Tiomane, not knowing what to say. "What imperious manners! What rigor without appeal!" continued the prince., "She has a good heart," pleaded her friend; "she is only a spoiled child." "Oh, that is easily seen," his royal highness answered dryly. Pardon was granted, however, for an hour later the prince led the quadrille with Maritza; both were smiling and happy and seemed to have quite forgotten 'the re- elegant, already by bit eo-wajgt ! "S^Jiat prbadhlng the young girls, retailed td hill royal highhes's' the iSctfbtnpaftlst, whS&e performance, however, WAS esp'^ of ally fehiarkaDle.only by the numbef bfr false, notes. * /'My cdrigratulatiehS, itia mlghCnne," she Said, pressing the hand of her fa? voHte; "a portion of thl» applause Id tot youi is it hot So, prince?" "Certainly, certainly, .Madehiolselle de Sorgnes has a great deal of talent." But turning once hiore to Tiomane the prince begged ahother air—anything she chose—and he called to his aid Madame de Sot-gnes, the consul and his uncle—the whole. company Indeed joining in the entreaty. Thus ufged, Tlo- hlane seated herself at the piano. ."Ah! this time we want all the applause," hissed the governess in her ear. Tiomane had composed variations on a Weird oriental air and she sang them with an expression and originality Which called forth the most frantic applause'. It was a perfect ovation. Prince Hassan expressed his delight most enthusiastically to Maritza, sup-> posing, very naturally, that She enjoyed her friend's triumph. . "What an artist! I haVe never been so delighted, so touched," he said. Burning, with anger, envious of an applause in which She had no share, Maritza waved her jeweled fan more rapidly than a Spanish senorlta Would havp deemed graceful, and did not answer the prince. "Mademoiselle vLaurin Is a relative of yours, I believe," he continued, still looking with undisguised admiration at the beautiful singer. : . "A relative of mine!" Maritza replied in a tone of contempt. "She is a girl Whom mamma took from a foundling asylum in France." She raised her voice as she pronounced the last words, evidently with the Intention of being heard by Tiomane, who, was standing near her. Stung by the insult, •'Tiomane turned and the eyes ofl the two young girls met in mute defli ance. Then Tiomane bent her head to hide her tears, -which, brave and self-, 'controlled as she was, she could not repress. The prince saw her agitation and sympathized with it; "Well, no matter," he said In a clear, ringing voice, "I maintain that you arr sisters in beauty and grace." Maritza started at the'rebuke, which she considered a grave insult, and, un-, able to conceal her anger; hardly noi ticed the last compliments of his royal highness when he bade her a respectful adieu. dtefcious "£at Ja the CHAPTER XI. HEN ALL THE guests had taken leave, the consul, who was excessively fatigued, went fit once to his sleep- Ing room. ', Madame de Sorg- nes, on the contrary, still very animated, accompanied "Mademoiselle" and the young ladies to tHeir apartments. It was almost daylight, but the heavy curtains shut out the rosy dawn. Being in a talkative mood, the beautiful Annig, having sent for cigarettes, seated herself, in a luxurious easy chair for a chat. The ball had been a great suc- cess'and she was in a most amiable mood. She repeated all the compliments which she had received—no.t only for hei radiant self, but also for her no less beautiful daughter. Mademoiselle Pascale, too, had her. share of praise. . "Yes, indeed,Pascale, I assure you you have made several conquests. M. Harl- fy thinks ,you are very distinguished looking, and he asks me when you are to leave me, that he may secure you for his Aspasia." "And you answered, dear, madam?" questioned the governess, arranging a cushion under her mistress' feet. "I answered, my dear, that I hope to always keep you with me—always," Madame de Sorgnes replied In her sweetest tones. While the two elder ladies were engaged in this childish talk, the pent up storm in the hearts of the two young girls only increased in fury. Maritza, who was quite incapable of self control, had seated herself before a mirror, and was taking down her beautiful hair, with many a nervous jerk, which showed only too well what was passing in her undisciplined heart. (TO BB CONTINUED.) POULARD SPELLING METHOD. "SPAIUS YOUKSEI/F TUB TBOTTBLE." cent misunderstanding. An elegant supper ended the fete, This repast, at the same time very late and very early, for the first rosy lights of dawn already streaked the eastern sky, was an exceedingly gay one, Madame de Sorg- nes was most amiable to the Pacha- Governor, who occupied the seat of honor at her right, and Maritza was equally so to her attendant, his royal highness, As they rose from the table, Madame de Sorgnes was besieged on all sides with requests that they might hear the wonderful voice of her adopted daughter, The governor and his nephew were among the number, both declaring themselves passionately fond of music. Being called by her benefactress, Tio- mane acquiesced gracefully. Madame de Sorgnes, in order to display the very mediocre/ talent of her daughter, requested Maritza to accompany the singer, who, had she been consulted, would have preferred a more accomplished pianist, Nevertheless, she ac- cepte™ the piece wisely selected by the latter, as it was the only one she could play with any degree of correctness. It was the "Serenade of Braga." TJo- man.e'8 was one of those rare voices which, once heard, lingers }n the mem" ory, and she bore away the souls of her refined audience on the wings of the Jd,ej,l melody-, The ecstasy of the child of the legend penetrated & u hearts. When the last strain,? 'had 'died away the appiau&e was general, Prince Rasr ean being the first to congratulate the beautiful singer. A, little embarraaecj fey her trlujnph, f loniane, eoyerefl with jWuefces,, remained st&naing, at Where MftrttS9,' entirely The Invention of a Kansas C*ty Ma. Having a Great Run in Now England. A sudden spurt of Inquiries concerning an educational method discarded about six, years ago in the public schools,of Kansas City has come from New England and Prof. Greenwood, superintendent of schools, has been kept busy dictating replies, says the Star of that city, The system Is the "Pollard method" of phonetic spelling. It was invented by a Kansas City man, Prof, J, C. Hisey, principal .of the Scarrltt school. It was tested in the schools here and while it was thought to be a good thing theoretically, it did not stand the test practically. Prof, Hisey sold the method to Mrs. Pollard, a widow. Mrs, Pollard was told to take the system into Kansas and Iowa, where it would spread like a prairie fire. The method was introduced there and predictions were verged by it having a great run. It also spread into Nebraska, In Chicago Prof, F. W. Parker of the Normal school pronounced it "a machine moth* od for machine teachers," and it did not succeed there any better than in Kansas City. New England was selected for its introduction In the east and the ftystem I s n °W having a great run there. In the last two days Prof. Green-, wood has received twelve inquiries from Massachusetts, Vermont and New Hampshire. Plttsburg tried but aban doned the system. e* te« the »(itfre»t lg Jteiite" -* rfoei, til, i8— Grayer and Sohg the MnWafkS of tile ChHstiati Religion. Hfi sward has beett poetlzed and the world has celebral* ed the sword of Bolivar, the sword of Cortez, and the sword of Lafayettd The pea has been properly eulogized, and the world has celebrated the pen of Addison, the pett or Southey, and the pen of Irving. .The painters' pencil, has been honored, and the world has celebrated the .pencil of Murillo, the pencil of Rubens, and the pencil of Bierstadt, ,The sculptor's chisel has come,in for high, encomium, and the world has celebrated Chantrey's chisel, and Crawford's chisel, and Greenough's chisel. But there Is one Instrument about which I sing the first canto that was ever sung—the sickle, the sickle of the Bible, the sickle that has reaped the harvest of .many centuries. Sharp and bent into a semicircle, and glittering, this reaping hook, do longer than your arm, has furnished the bread for thousands of years. Its success has produced the wealth of nations. It has had more to do with the World's progress than sword, and pen, and pencil, and chisel, all put together. Christ puts the sickle into exquisite aermonic simile, and you see that instrument flash all up and down the Apocalypse as St. John swings it, while through Joel in my text God commands the people, as through his servants now tie commands them—"Put ye in tfle sickle, for the harvest is ripe." Last November there was' great re- loicing all over the land. With trumpet and cornet and organ and thousand- voiced psalm we praised the Lord for the temporal harvests. We praised God for the wheat, the rye, the oats, the cotton, the rice, all the fruits of the orchard and all the grains of the field; ind the nation never does a better thing than when in autumn it gathers to testivity and thanks God for the greatness of the harvest. But I come to-day to speak to you of richer harvests, even the spiritual. How shall we estimate the value of a man? We say he Is worth so many dollars, or has achieved such and such a position; but we know very well there are some men at the top of the ladder who ought to be at the bottom, and some at the bottom who ought to be at the top, and the only way to estimate a man is by the soul. We all know that we shall live forever. Death cannot kill us. Other crafts may be drawn into the whirlpool or shivered on the rocks, but this life within us will weather all' storms and drop uo anchor, and ten million 'years, after 3eath will shake out signals on the high seas of eternity. You put the mendicant off your doorstep and say he is only a beggar; but he is worth all the gold of the mountains, worth all the pearls of the sea, worth the solid earth, worth sun, moon and stars, worth the entire material universe. Take all the paper that ever 'came from the paper- mills and put it side by side and sheet by sheet, and let man with fleetest pens make figures on that paper for 10,000 years, and they will only have begun to express the value of the soul. Suppose I owned Colorado and Nevada and Australia, of how much value would they be to me one moment after I departed this life? How much of Philadelphia does Stephen Girard own today? How much of Boston property does Abbott Lawrence own to-day? The man who to-day hath a dollar in his pocket hath more worldly estate than the millionaire who died last year, flow do you suppose I feel, standing here surrounded by a multitude of souls, each one worth more than the material universe? Oh, was I not f'ight in saying, this spiritual harvest is [richer than the temporal harvest? I must tighten the girdle, I must sharpen !the sickle, I must be careful how I bwing the instrument for gathering the TSattP tdfiea, aftd thVstr^tt" afil preacli ClMst, , W« stafid 'in tttf nNfnd Christ Iff the pedjfe; but thfcfe ftft 1<>8 hourS in the week, and what afe thS tw6 houf§ on th6 gabMth against thS 166? bh; there cdffies ddwfi-the atdi* nation of Sod this da^ Upon all th<§ p66* tie, nten who toll with head and hand &nd foot—the Ordlnatioh crimes iifcOil all merchants, upon ail mechanics, ubofc all toilers, and .Odd says to you as he says to hie: "Gd, teach all nations. He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved.and he that belleveth not shall be damned." Mighty Gospel, let the whole earth hear it! The story of Christ IS to regenerate the nations, It la to ef adi- cate all wrong, it is td turn the earth into a paradise. Ah old artist painted' the Lord's Supper, and he wanted the chief attention directed to the face of Christ, When he invited his friends In. to criticise the picture, they admired the chalices more than they did the fade, and the old artist said: "This picture Is a failure,'* attd he dashed out the picture of the cups, and said; "1 shall have nothing to detract from the face of the Lord; Christ Is the all of this picture." Another powerful sickle for the reaping, of this harvest is Christian song. I know In many churches the whole work Is delegated to a few people standing in the organ-loft. But, my friends, as others cannot repent for us and others cannot die for us, we cannot delegate to others the work of singing for us. While a few drilled artists shall take the chants and execute the more skillful music, when the hymn Is given out let there be hundreds and thousands of voices uniting in the acclamation. On the way to grandeurs that never cease and glories that never die, let us sing, At the battle of Lutzen, a general came to the king and said: "Those soldiers are singing as they are going Into battle. Shall I Stop them?" "No," said the king, "men that can sing like that can fight." Oh, the power of Christian song! When I argue here you may argue back. The argument you make against religion may be more skillful than the argument I make in behalf of religion. But who can stand before the pathos of some uplifted song like that which we sometimes sing: Show pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive! Let a repenting rebel live! Are not thy mercies large and free? May not a sinner trust in thee? Another mighty sickle for the reaping of the Gospel harvest is prayer. What does God do with our prayers? Does he go on the battlements of heaven and throw them off?- No. What do you do with gifts given you by those who love you Very much? You keep them with great sacredness. And do you suppose God will take our prayers, offered in the sincerity and loye of our hearts, and scatter them to the winds? Oh, no! He will answer them all in some way. Oh, what a mighty thing prayer is! It is not a long rigamarole of "ohs," and "ahs," and "for ever and ever, Amen." It is a breathing of the heart into the heart of God. Oh, what a mighty thing prayer is! Elijah with it reached up to-, the clouds and shook down the showers. With it John Knox shook Scotland. With it Martin Luther shook the earth. And when Philipp Melanchthon lay sick unto death, as many supposed, Martin Luther came in and said: "Philipp, we can't spare you!" "Oh," said he, "Martin, you must let me go; I am tired of persecution and tired of life. I want to go to be with my God." "No," said Martin Luther, "you shall not go; you must take this food and then I will pray for you." "No, Martin," said Melanchthon, "you must let me go." Martin Luther said: "You take this food, or I will ex-communicate you." He took the food and Martin Luther knelt down and prayed as only he could pray, and convalescence came and Martin Luther went back and said to his friends: "God has saved the life of Philipp Melanchthon in direct answer to my prayer." Oh, the power of prayer 1 ,: Have you tested it? * * * I invite any one the most Infidel, any one the most atheistic, I invite him into the kingdom of God with Just as much heartiness as those who have for fifty years been under the teaching of the Gospel and believed it all. When I was foil! «ft Id ttftd ! eetae* ts ibdef f affi st» M Sffi will help ««, t aft w weffe? ti i bVbthiif, u is a great IS sd gfeat yoti 6annOt tftf Christ caft de the Cbrffect yo.iif fieaft aftd fai^wift ybttt life, "bh," yew iaft *'l wffl jifbiaiiliyV That will fiot Sav^ ^0*8*^ "ah," you §a?» "1 will stdtf 8abbatfa» breaking. 1 '., That will fiel mn >• j«wt* f here is only ene deof Inta the king* ' dom of «3dd, fttid that IS fftlth j 6fily 5n9 ship that sails for heaveii, and that 18 faitht Faith the first step, the Secafld stejj, the hundredth step, the thoii* sandth step, the last stepi B? faith wd enter the kingdom, By faith we keep iu, By faith we die. HeaVen a fewafd" of faith. The earthquake shobk ddwtt the Phllibplatt dungeon. The Jaiktf Said: "What shall 1- do?" Some of yfltt would say: "Better get out of thd place before the walls crush you.'* What did the Apostle say? "Believe On the Lord Jesus Christ and thoU shftlt be saved.", "Ah," you say, "there's th9 rub." What is faith? Suppose you were thirsty and I offered you this glass of wa^er, and you believed I meant to glYd it to you, and you came up and took it* Yoli exercise faith. You believe I mean to keep my promise. Christ offers you the water of everlasting life. You talta it. That is faith, Enter into the kingdom of God. Enter now. The door of life is set wide open. I plead with you by the blood sweat of Gethsemane -and the death- groan of Golgotha, by cross, and crown, by Pilate's court-room and Joseph's sepulchre, by harps and chains, by; kingdoms of light and realms of darkness, by the trumpet <of the archangel that shall wake the dead, and by the throne of the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb, that you attend now to the things of eternity. Oh, what a sad thing it will be if, having come so near heaven, we miss it! Oh, to have come within sight of the shining pinnacles oE the city and not have entered! Oh, to have been so near we have seen the mighty throng enter, and we not joining them! Angels of God, fly this wayl Good news for you, .tell the story; among the redeemed on high! If there bo one there especially longing for our salvation, let that one know it now. Wo put down our. sorrows. Glory be to God for such a hope, for such a pardon, for such a joy, for such a heaven, fas such'a Christ! Rubinstein » Methodical Rubinstein was never idle; he could, not remain so half an hqur. From thq moment he rose till the moment he rei tired he was doing something. When, not traveling Jie. had his day's worh mapped out with methodical regular*, ity t From ;ju.st such a,n hours till ;jus,t su,Qh another he might be found day after ftay at the s,ame occupation. "After tbjs. faeWon Jie was able ta'&ocomjpjish. in flis'lHetime what wae really the work men, m$ be, never Ure<s p^ this reg^a^ty of wjjrfc to - ----.rtir-- - grain, lest one stalk be lost. One of the most powerful sickles for reaping .this spiritual harvest is the preaching pf the Gospel, If the sickle have a rose- wopd handle, and it be adorned with precipus stpnes, and yet it cannot bring ; down the grain, it is not much of a sickle, and preaching amounts to nothing unless it harvests souls for God, Shall we preach philosophy? The Ralph Waldo Emersons could beat us at that. 'Shall we preach science? The Agassizes could beat us at that. .The minister of Jesus Christ with weakest arm going forth in earnest prayer, and wielding this sickle pf the Gospel, shall find the harvest all around him waiting for the angel sheaf-binders, Oh, this harvest of souls! I notice in the fields that the farmer did not stand upright when he gathered the grain. I noticed he had to stoop to bJs work, and I noticed that in order to bind the sheaves the better he had to put his knee upon them. And as we go fprth in this work for God we cannot stand upright in our rhetoric and metaphysics and our eru- ditlop. We have to stopp to pur work. Ay, we have to put our knee to }t or we will never gather sheaves for the Cord's garner, Peter pwung that sickle pn the day pf Pentesost, and three thou* sand Pbe^ves. came in. Richard Baxter swung that sickle at Kidderminster, and MeOheyne at Dundee, and into the Qh, this is a j»}gh,ty aoepel! 4 BOt p.nly Jojjn (he Janjb, Uo,n, Mea ,«ay gjjajb, their teeth at It, tt»a clluclj their flats, but it i§ the pyQW^I* $f Q@4 fMIHl t&^ jVflfMlQIfl S^ Qflfi Sto^i' W'S^Jl'M |8 9$U Speak Out Your tovo. A French journal gives one excellent way by which we may advance Christ's kingdom, as follows: Let your friends know that you love them. Do not keep alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill your, lives with sweetness; speak kind, approving words while their hearts can hear them. The things you mean to say when they are gone say before they; go.The flowers you mean to send for their coffin send to brighten their homes before they leave them. If my friends have alabaster boxes full of perfumes of sympathy and affection, which they intend to break over my dead body, I. would rath^v they, would bring them out in my weary day? and open them that I may be refreshed and cheered by them while I need them. I would rather have a bare coffin without a flower, and funeral without an eulogy, than life without th« sweetness of ( love and sympathy, Let us learn to ••, anoint our friends beforehand for burial. Post-mortem kindnesses do not cheer the burdened spirit. Flowers on the coffin cast no fragrance over the weary; days of our lives. living in Philadelphia a gentleman told me of a scene in which he was a participant. In Callowhill street, Philadelphia, there bad been a powerful meeting going on for some time and nu'.ny were converted, and among oth- er3 one of the prominent members of the worst club-house in that city, The next night the leader of that clubhouse, the president of it, resolved that ho would endeavor to get his comrade away. He came to the door, and before he entered he heard a Christian song, and under its power bis soul was agl- tnted. He went in and, asked for pray» er. Before h'e'cam'e out he was a subject of converting mercy, The nest night another comrade went to reclaim the two who had been lost to their sinful circle. He went, and under the power of the Holy Ghost became a changed man, and the work went on until they were all gaved and the infamous club-house disbanded. Qh, it is a mighty Gospel! Though you came here a child of sin you ca» go away a child of grace j you can go away singing; Amazing grace, how aweet the sound That saved a wretch like me; I once was lost, but now am fo«n<3— Was blind, but now J see. Ob, give up your glnsj Most Qf y<?ur life |s already gone, YQUI- children, avfl going 00 the saoje wrong road, Why 4o you nc* gtop ? "This <j.ay js, yatlop egnje te ttw hawse," "Why »Qt. moment lopfe up isto tb,9 fape of worfc, just M I am, wujiout ojne But that thy blp.ad tbftt. tfeou bM's nje gpjne Q LAHlb of gc4, I tQ Christian Endeavor Crumbs. Not content with doing remarkable evangelistic work among the heathen of their own town and neighborhood, the Endeavorers of Nellore, India, talk of adding a foreign missionary committee to their working forces. They want to have a share in mission work outside of India. Only four persons in Lamar, Col., would take the pledge when the Pleasant Valley Young People's Society of Christian Endeavor was organized, in 1892, Since that time, however, the society has increased, and has supplied the only religious service in the place, except the Sunday school, Out of this society a church has now grown. The missionary spirit that Is abroad in Christian Endeavor was manifested strikingly at a joyous service held by, a Christian' Endeavor society at St, Thomas, Ont. These three questions were asked at the consecration meeting: 1, "Upw many would be willing, if they knew It to be the lord's will, to go to a foreign mission field?" 2, "How many would like tp go?" 3. "How many expect to go?" Notice had been, given four weeks }n advawe that these questions would be asked, pf the. eighty active membersr, tWrty^flve an» swered affirmatively to the first question, twenty to the secpnd and to the third. Three prlae banners will be at the Washington convention to tbre^ Christian pjncjeavor local unions, first bawep will go to tbe ] the best showing jn the way ef a.efln.l,$ft and- The second will be awarded ta ualpa

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