61y familg eirrtr.
BELOVED.
These sad, sweet lines are from the pen of
the late Miss Jennie M. W.. Ramsey, and refer
to the death of her father, Rev. W. Ramsey,
who preceded her in the mysterious passage to
the future wo#ld, by a few years. Miss Ram
sey contributed a number of articles, tinted
with her glowing temperament, to our columns,
over the signature of "INDIA. "
Oh 1 write to me very often,
My heart is sadly lone!
So weary,—with the memory
That thou, beloved, art gone.
Yes, write to me very often,
Let this thy message be,
Tho' now—so far away—thy heart
Is turning back to me
In love remembering, precious thought;
Yes ! I could bear to be
Forgotten by all else beside,
But never, love, by thee
Thou absent I Ah, my weary heart
Would wither, faint, and die,
Did not I know Christ's wondrous care,
And on this rock rely !
For oh! I love as woman loves,
With pleasure and with pain,
Joy in the memory of the past,
Fear till we meet again !
Then write to me very often,
Time will more swiftly flee,
If each day brings my waiting heart
A message, love, from thee!
Tears! tears, beloved, falling fast
Thy last, last letter o'er;
How wearily I'm waiting, now
They'll come to me—no morel
No more! And thou, alas! not here.
Oh Soul! . thy sad unrest! I,
Sweet Saviour, clasp thy stricken child
Closer unto thy .. breast!
"A little while" in sorrow's night
How desolate we roam,
Then I then! oh, dawn of day so bright,
With thee!, with thee at home!
At home! sweet home! "No weeping there ;
No bitter parting : pain;"
Oh following Thee, our best beloved,
We all shall meet again!
THE FUGITIVE SLAVE AND THE BOUND
BOY,
BY THE AUTHOR OF 'DAVID WOODBURN, THE
MOVNTAIN MISSIOITARY.' I
CHAPTER 111.
The year following these events
was a sad one in our household. Our
dear father was called suddenly to his
reward in the "Better Land." Of the
terrible desolation that followed, my
memory retains but little. It came
like an earthquake in the peaceful
scenes of my childhood, crushing,
withering, destroying.
Jake passed, with indentures duly
made according to law, into the.hands
of another man, a .hard, unfeeling man,
as Norah told me years afterwards.
As a proof of the estimate the family
placed upon John Cornish, Grey Bess
was presented to him, and John went
forth into,the great world, and in time
became quite a popular preacher
among his own people.
Graually . our family scattered, as
families do, and I lost sight of Jake
entirely. This would not have hap
pened, had my sister Norah lived, but
she, too, died; gentle spirit, beautiful
and true, she sleeps under a Southern
sky, where the strife of battle has once
and again surged over her lonely rest
ing-place.
It was in 1854, in a Southern city,
many years after the events above re
corded, that my cook came to me one
Sabbath morning, with the request
that I would allow the house-maid to
officiate in the kitchen that day, " For
you see, misses," continued she, " I is
tooken with a great desire to go to
church this morning ; and if you please,
mum, Linda, she's willin."
" There is no particular objection ;
but why'do you wish to attend church
this morning in preference to the after
noon?"
" Well, missus, you see as how
there's a powerful preacher come
along, and all the colored members
feelsblee.,cred to tend."
"But, Kitty, why is this ? What
do they say about him ?"
"Laws, Missus, they says, leastways
my ole Mall tells me, that he's a mighty
unctuous preacher, an' strong in the
Lord."
"Yes, Kitty, I see; ,but how about
the preaching ? You know Dr. Wiers
is your pastor, and no colored man
has liberty to preach."
"Bress your soul, Missus, I knows
all that; don't you tell this chile
what she knows as well as you can tell
her. But de power ob de Lord goes
wid dis man, and when Mister Wiers
calls on him to pray, de Spirit ob de.
Lord comes down in plenty. Yes,
indeed."
Having some friends from the North
with us at the time, who had expressed
a desire to attend the African church,
we determined to devote part of that
day to our sable brethren. On reach
ing the church, we found it packed to
its utmost capacity, and had some dif
ficulty in finding seats.
Dr. Piers, the pastor preached a
short, plain sermon, on the text, a Ser-
wants, be obedient to them that are
yOur, masters, according to the flesh,
with fear and trembling, with single
ness of heart as unto Christ ;" after,
which a hymn was sung by the choir.
Then an aged deacon ascen4d the
pulpit-steps, and whispered a few
words to the pastor. This resulted in
a consultation, wherein three reverend
heads where seen in close proximity in
the pulpit. Finally, Dr. Wiers arose,
and stated that it was granted at the
earnest request of the congregation,
that Brother Cornish might address
the meeting. This was a care indul
gence, and quite unexpected. The an
nouncement of the name had startled
Me, but one glance at the man dis
solved all doubt. •
THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 1865
There he was, the identical John
Cornish, who had figured so largely
in my juvenile experience. Every
cherished memory of my happy child
hood, and of my lost sister, rushed
back at the sight of his sable face;
and I only foubd relief in a gush of
tears, which no doubt surprised my
friends, and also led the surrounding
darkies to conclude that Brother Cor
nish's eloquen had a " powerful"
effect on at least one of his white audi
tors.
The address itself was nothing re
markable. Through the whole, the
speaker seemed to be laboring to keep
back something that he was very
anxious to say, but it elicited quite a
noisy demonstration from the colored
brothers and sisters. When the bene
diction was pronounced, there was a
general handshaking all round. This
was the custom in the church.
We waited at the door till John
came out. L then made myself known
to him, and was quite overwhelmed
with a shower of blessings. Accord
ing to his prediction, he wore a white
cravat and a high crowned white hat.
I ventured to suggest that he might
hold a little 'prayer-Meeting in our
kitchen, 'which he did, greatly to the
delectation of Aunt Kitty and her
" ole man," and without attracting the
attention of ,any busybodies, of whom .
there were plenty, who were ready ,
enough to reportits the proper autho
rities any infrinkement of the. laws
made and provided for such cases.
On my asking John what was the
nature of his mission to the South, he
replied to the effect that :his mission
was twofold. First, to buy the free
dom of his wife ; and secondly; to
comfort his brethren in captivity. I
then inquired what kind of 'comfort
he was in the habit of imparting.
John then laid his hat on the floor,
and standing erect, with his back
against the wall, began, in oratorical
style, thus :---
" I tells em, mum, that is, as it
were, secretly, that their days of bond
age is near completed, the year of
jubilee aria soon to - appear—when
the yoke shall fall from. the neck of
the black man, and the fetters from his
hands."
"But what sign do you see of this,
John ? Why do you think so ?"
"I know it, mum, from Luke iv
18, where it says :--‘ The spirit of the
Lord is upon me, because he hath
anointed me to preach the Gospel to
the poor ; he hath sent me to heal the
broken-hearted, to preach Deliverance to
the captive, and to set at liberty therm that
are bruised.' :You see, mum, he says
this of hisself. Also, mum, it shall be
a time of great tribulation to all that
dwell in the land, and they shall trem
ble, for the day of the Lord cometh, it
is nigh at hand; . a day of darkness and
gloominess, a day of clouds and of thick
darkness, as the morning spread upon
the Mountains ; a great people and a
strong ; there hath not been ever the
like, neither shall be any more after
it, even the years of many generations.
A fire devoureth .before them; and
behind them a flame burneth ; the
land is as a garden of Eden before
them, and behind
,them a desolate wil
derness yea, and nothing shall escape
them. The appearance of them is as
the appearance of horses, and aihorse
men, so shall they run. Like the noise
of cha - aiots on the tops of the moun
tains shall they leap, like the noise of
a flame of fire that devoureth the
stubble ; as a Strong people set in bat
tle array."
John continued his quotations from
the most pewerful passages of the He
brew Prophets :---" Before their faces
the people shall be pained, every coun
tenance shall gather blackness. They
shall run like mighty- men ; they shall
climb the wall like men of war; they
shall march, every man on his ways-;
their ranks shall not be broken.
Neither shall one thrust another; they
shall walk every one on his path : and.
if they fall upon the sword they shall
not be wounded.
" They shall run to and fro in the
city'; they shall walk upon the walls,
they shall climb up into the houses ;
they shall steal-in at the windows like
a° thief. The earth shall quake before
them; the heavens shall tremble; the
sun and the moon shall be dark, and
the stars shall withdraw their shining.
And the Lord shall utter his voice
before his army; for his camp is very
great. Yea, he is strong that execut
eth his word, for the day of the Lord
is very terrible ; and who can abide
it?
"This is what the Lord will do;
and, mum, I must beg of you to flee
away ;. flee away from this land;for it
,is a doomed land, and God will bring
. out his people with ,fierce battle and
with the sound of a trumpet"
When John had thus delivered him
self, he took up his hat and walked
rapidly away. I never saw him since;
but the effects of his fierce den.uncia
tions hung around me for days. And
now, when his strange predictions are
verified, and the bofdmen are indeed
free, where could there be found a
more correct picture of the dread in
strumentality ? No words could more
distinctly paint the devastating march
of Sherman's army through Georgia
and South Carolina.
When the rebellion broke out, we
removed to a border State. It was on
a sultry morning in July, 1863, when
a friend called, requesting me to walk
with her to the hospital at build
ing. I gladly acquiesced, feeling that
any change would be a, relief from
thoughts that were constantly dwelling
on loved ones who were far away, ex
posed to the dangers of camp and field.
So, hastily packing a basket with some
little delicacies, as she had also done,
we set off to thread the dusty streets.
On reaching the hospital, our passes
were examined and we were admitted.
The first and second tier of wards
were entirely filled with Confederate
wounded ; but here we found no occa
sion to linger, as every subject seemed
to be well cared for under the super
vision of their secession friends.
When we arrived at the third ward,
my friend began to evince great inter
est as to whether there was any
wounded soldier there from her native
State, Vermont, but hone 'was; found.
After passing through this ward,
administering as we could to the com
fort of the poor fellows, we ascended
to the next tier. Here, in answer to
the oft-repeated question---whether
there was any one here from Vermont ?
—my friend was directed to a stalwart
convalescent, who was, just then en- .
gaged in sweeping the floor ; but as'
he did not seem to be in any pressing
need of gentle ministrations, she passed
him by.
Our attention was next attracted to
two youths, who might have been
seventeen years of age, or thereabouts.
They each held a crutch, though look
ing healthy and well. They . sat, one
on each side of a man who appeared to
be above middle age. He was stretched
on a cot, and lying as he did with his
eyes closed, looktd very pale and
wan. My friend address one of
these boys, asking him where he was
wounded.'
"I was wounded in the ankle., and
so was he," pointing to the other boy.
"He was shot in the foot, buti we are
both recovered. Still we don't ' t own it,
on account of him," nodding 4Dwards
the man in. the cot.
" Why do you not wish ti leave
bird?"
" Why," said the boy, the tears
starting in his eyes, "we kneiv hini
at home, and we bore him Off tip field
when he was wounded. Oh, itwoul&
break my heart to leave him. You
see, ma'am, he is shot:through the
lungs, and the doctor .thinks",
Here the poor fellow oper!ed his
eyes, and seeing us, said, in a tremu
lous voice, " No, they are . zooot, -very
good boys; they don't want tor leave me. They will stay till I go. I Bless
the Lord, I am going home first."
He then looked at the bOys, his
bright blue eyes beaming with affec
tion and gratitude, saying," They
carried me off the field and hid me
under the hedge, where 1.1 ,a day
and a night ; but they did n forget
, h .
me : they came back."
These words were uttered slowly,
and with long intervals between; and
he seemed to speak with so much dif
ficulty, that we begged him not to at
tempt to talk. My friend, with' the
surgeon's permission; fed him by a
spoon with some delicious custard, for
which he seemed so , grateful that, wo
man-like, we both took. a good cry,
after which we felt better, - as all iib
men do. After this, seeing that we
could no nothing more then for his
comfort, we went on to other patients.
But all day after our return home,
I 'could think of nothing but this
wounded soldier, and I was really glad
when, the next morning, my friend
returned with the requestthat I should
again go with her, to the hospital.
"For," said she, "do you know that
I think it was extremely stupid in me
not to ask that man's name ?'
• "Why," replied I, "what difference
can his name make ?" At the same
time I would have given anything in
reason to have known it.
But when we returned to the hospi
tal, we found the chaplain at his bed
side, the poor soldier had just loathed
his last. The chaplain stood, with a
little, old-looking Bible in his -hand,
the tears streaming down his cheeks.
Turning to- us, he said, ='''Another
saint gbne home to Jesus. His last
request was, that his Bible might, be
buried with him " I took the old,
worn Bible, intending to look what his
name was. Turning to the fly-leaf I
read, in faded characters,
JACOB MORROW,
Isom
NORAH VALAIY, DEc., 1834
Dear.little Jake, take the precepts of this
Bible for your guide through life, and its
promises will be your joy and consolation in
the hour of death. ' N. V.
MORAL EFFECTS OF IMPATIENCE.
Nothing more incapacitates a man
for the lead than impatience. No con
stitutionally impatient man who has
indulged his tendency ever gets to
the bottom of things or knows with
any nicety the standing, disposition
and circumstances of the people., he is
thrown, or has thrown himself, amongst.
Certain salient points he is possessed
of, but not what reconciles and ac
counts for them. Something in him—
an obtrusive self or a train of thought
or likings and antipathies—will .al
ways come between him and impar
tial judgment. Neither does he win
confidence, for he checks the coy, un
certain advances which are the precur
sors of it. We doubt if a thoroughly
impatient man can read the heart, or
be a fair critic, or understand the
rights of any knotty question, or make'
himself master of any difficult situa
tion. The power of waiting, deliber=
ating, hanging in suspense, is necessary
for all these—the power of staving off
for considerable periods of time merely
personal leanings.
A REMINISCENCE OF THE WAR.
A surgeon said " Remain ;" but somehow I
could not stay,
For the order had been given, and the boys were
on their way, •
And thinking of the morning's fight, I saw my
brother stand
Calm in battle as he used to be when plowing
father's land ;
Or I saw him falling wounded, or lying ghastly
dead ;
From my bed of straw npspringing, "I am going
too 1" I said. •
So I followed on just after; on the ground at
night we lay, •
And I felt his arm upon me, in the old aeons
.
:tomed way. '
But when morning came quick-footed, and our
ranks in order stood,
He was twenty paces from me; oh, how boiled
my fevered blood !
Put so near him, yet not with him—'twist us a
score of others:—
Till the, men slipped.me down the line; they
knew that we were brothers.
Did you ask how went the battle? •Why, we
lost the day, you know—
And at night when we retreated, do my best I
• could riot go.
Sick in heart and sore in body, I was falling to
the ground ;
But Charley was beside me. his dear arm about
me wound, •
While one comrade took our muskets, passed
knitpsacks on to others
That he might be strong io help me, for they
knew that we were brothers.
0 Christian, fellow-Christian; is it so with you
and me,
Children of the heavenly Father, members of
one family ?
Do we-live a love so simple? Is a strong arm
ever thrown
Round him whose faltering footstep shows his
strength is almost, gone_?
And should the worldly throng press in, blindly
parting us from others,
Would the dense ranks quickly start aside,
knowing that we all are brothers?
—Sfirigfzeld Refiublican.
THE MODEL FIGHTER.
The little peddler-boy, Jimmy, who
was so well known in our village as an
honest lad, must have been somewhat
acquainted with the, art of keeping the
heart-spring pure. I will tell you. a
story or two about him, and then' you
clan judge for yourselves.
One day Jimmy went to a neighbor
ing village to sell some wares. Pins,
needles, tape,. cord, buttons, soap,
matches, braid—indeed I am not
merchant enough to carry in my brain
the lonilist of articles which he carried
in his basket Jimmy's brains and
arms both must have been pretty
strong, for he carried a regular "notion
merchant's store !"
With this varied stock, one day he
stepPed out of the cars; whistling from
a spirit at peace, with all men, when
up came a rude. boy, and "just for
mihief!" as he said, gave the well
laden basket a sudden knock. Away
went,.all the goods and chattels to the
fol. Winds and to the ground ! NOw
were is the boy to be found who
uld not have been at least a little
ve'-xed at such a provocation ! Jimmy's
temptr was naturally pretty quick, and
liis blood instantly boiled at this de
liberate 'piece of wickedness.
" Look out, old fellow !" said he,
upon the spur of the moment, and his
hand 'almost obeyed the impulse to,
strike. But he recollected himself, or
rather, he recollected his duty to God
and to his neighbor. Instantly his
whole manner changed. A smile took
the place of an angry scowl, and he
said, quietly, " I d"on't believe you
meant to do that!"
"Yes, I did, too," said the tantaliz
ing boy:
"0, well, never mind," said Jim ;
"I'll be yolir friend though; I guess
we won't quarrel just yet."
" Halloo ! there's a saint for you,"
bawled "out the rude boy at the top of
his voice. Jimmy did not wish par
ticularly to have his " saintliness" thus
proclaimed upon the public streets ;
but he knew it was better Christian
policy to place a guard at:the door of
his mouth. So almost biting, his lips,
and lifting his heart in prayer to God,
he stopped to gather up his scattered
stock in trade.
His spirit was soon tranquil, and he
went on his way.
A gentleman and his wife had no
ticed from a window of their house,
across. the street, the whole perform
ance. Said he to the lady, "My dear,
call the boy in and buy from him all
the cotton and pins, etc., which you
will want for the next six months."
So master Jhn was relieved of his load
in a much more agreeable mode than
before. And, you see, hiS forbearance
had its reward.
Does not virtue always carry its own
reward ? Use your own judgment
now and answer.
Two or three weeks after, Jimmy
had another trial with, the same boy.
The fellow must have been what is
called a "bully." That is the name
which suits his character, at any rate,
and so we will adopt it' for him,
although rather inelegant. Webster's
big dictionary describes him finely, in
giving a definition of the word—" A
noisy, blustering, overbearing fellow,
known more for empty threats and
insolence than for courage, and dis
posed to provoke quarrels."
Going along through the same vil
lage, though rather in its outskirts,
Bully jumped over a fence, and, with
out any warning, gave Jimmy a blow
upon the side of the head, exclaiming,
,ulla, ha, sir ! You are the.. saint
what's afraid to fight I"
Jimmy knew him instantly, and,
setting" d.ownlhis basket; stood back,
saying, " No, sir, I am not afraid ; but
I would a great deal rather not. Still
I can do it. I tell you beforehand,
sir, it is not my , way of doing. I
would much rather be a friend to you."
"I'm no friend- to saints; so take
that," said Bully, dealing no very gen
tle blow, and this time with doubled
fist.
Now Jimmy was no coward, and
not lacking in physical strength either.
So he just seized Bully by the collar,
and extending his right foot, tripped
up the two feet of his antagonist, lay
ing him low upon the ground. There
he held him tightly for a min ute O r
two. Bully was completely in Jim my ' s
power,unable to move a limb. H e
screamed out, "Let -me go I let me
go !" But Jimmy sat, a monument of
victory, utterly unmoved ! He saw
that his captive was not in a condition
for self-government, so he had no no
tion yet to " let him go." Fully five
minutes he sat there, patient and self
respectful, his own spirit entirely tran
quil, and his heart full of love toward
the vanquiihed boy. And there he
meant to sit until Bully's spirit was
somewhat subdued.
At last the poor boy begged to be
released.
"Promise me first," said Jimmy,
"that you will strike no more boys in
the street."
" I'll promise," said Bully.
" Mind, now, you really mean it, do
you ?" said Jimmy.
" Yes, I'll promise true, said Bully.
"And promise to remember that
I'm your friqnd, and don't want to
fight with you ?"
" Yes," said. Ifully.
So he was allowed to rise, and he
went on his way, a somewhat wiser
fellow than he was before.
Religion does not take tree manly
spirit from a boy. It makes him much
more manly, for it helps him to curb
his temper, and act with cool delibera
tion.
"Ile that ruleth his spirit is greater
than he that taketh a city."
LOSSES BY RELIGIVI.
Near London there dwelt an old
couple. In early life they had been
poor; but the husband became a Chris
tian, and God blessed their industry,
and they were living in a comfortable
retirement, when one day a stranger
called on them to ask their subscrip
tion to a charity. The old lady had
less religion than her husband, and
still hankered after the Sabbath earn
ings and easy shillings - which Thomas
had forfeited from regard to the law of
God. So, when the visitor asked their
contributions, she interposed and said:
" Why, sir, we have' lost a deal by
religion since we first began ; my hus
band knows that very well. Have we
not Thomas ?"
After a solemn pause, Thomas an
swered, " Yes, Mary, we have. Before
I got religion, Mary, I had an old
, slouched hat, a tattered coat, and mend
ed shoes and stockings; but I have
lost them long, ago. And, Mary, you
know that poor as I was, I had a habit
of getting drunk and quarreling with
you; and that you know I have lost.
And then I had 'a hardened conscience
and wicked heart, and ten thousand
guilty fears ; but all are lost, com
pletely lost, and like a mill-stone cast
into the deepest sea. And, Mary, you
have been a loser, too, though not so
great a loser as myself. Before we
got religion,Mary, you had a washing
tray, in whch you washed for hire;
but since then you have lost your
washing tray. And you had a gown
and bonnet much the worse for wear;
but you have lost them long ago. And
you had many an aching heart concern
ing me at times ; but these you happily
have lost. And I could even wish
that you had lost as much as I have
lost ; for what we lose for religion will
be an everlasting gain."
WHERE TO FIND GOOD NEWS.
Dear children, you know what is
meant by good news. When we heard
of the surrender of Lee to General
Grant, we shouted to our fellows:—
good news I The newspapers contain
ing this good news were eagerly sought
for—the news-boys had no difficulty
in selling them. ,
Well, there is a book full of good
news for each of one of my readers.
Yes, full of far better news and more
intimately connected with your welfare
than the news of success in any mere
physical battle. Children, do yon
know the. name of -that book.? A short
time ago I read about a little, girl who
found out the truth of my stat.,ment
by experience. She had never heard
of Jesus at home, but she went to Sab
bath-school, where she heard of Jesus,
and learned that he was her Saviour.
One day she went home to her mother,
and said, " Mother, I have given my
heart to Jesus to-day." A short time
afterward she took sick and died. But
before she died, when too weak to sing,
she whispered
"Jesus loves me, that I know,
For the _Bible teßs me s 9;
Little ones to Him belong—
I am weak but He is strong."
Was not this good, news to. hear ?
And this good news she found in the
Bible. Children, if you want to find
good news, read the Bible—it is full
of good news. It not only tells how
Jesus loves little children, but also that
he died to save them—that his blood
can cleanse all their sins away, that he
will carry them in His arms, when
they enter the valley and shadow of
death, and give them a mansion in
which to dwell, in heaven. Yes, good
news can be found in the Bible.
THE DECOY WHICH MAKES YOUNG
MEN DRUNKARDS.
Go with us to a public house where
a number of young men are assembled.
All is life and gayety. A few among
them may be young and timid. They
approach the counter,' and wine, rum,
brandy, are called for. .One or two
may stand back, and say, no, gentle
men, we` dO not drink'aily ; please e -
cuse us. Immediately tlie rest, turn,
and begin to taint thciii triemiS who
refuse to drink, saying they are afraid
of getting "tight," of the " old man"
and some may whiSper audibly, " Well
they are mean fellows—they are afraid
r y
they will have to spend a cent !" Here,
you see, tw o ve
touched, sensitive nerves, are
— Courage and Cleverness.
Their bosoms- swell, and with pride;
rather than bear these _flings of their
companions, t
coun
ter and soon join in the revelry. The
they step up 'to the
ice is now broken, and the first great
act in the drama performed. Others
follow in natural order
until the in
dividual, who refused to drink at AP*
,
reels along the public street without
shame.
Such is the manner in which thou
sands of our promising young men are
led away by, a false ambition ; and
thousands more will follow in their
path, unless they.learn the meaning of
courage.
We have in our minds a number of
noble-hearted, good-meaning men, who
do not possess strength of mind
enough to face this opposition. Rath
er than be called mean, they will fol
low up these habits of drinkinc , until
their appetites become uncontrollable.
We advise you, young men, when
you are in company, and solicited to
drink intoxicating liquors, to say
frankly and decidedly that you will
not drink. Let your tempters can
you anything, but be firm and unyield
ing, and you will command their re
spect, and they will be forced to adniit
that your courage is sufficient to bail.
all their taunts and not yield - the right.
Those who stem the tide always meet
opposition ; but never despair—press
onward Our only hope of rescuing
the race from this brutal, slavish pas
sion, rests with the young. Will you,
young friends, have courage—true,
high and godlike courage—to face this
growing evil, and banish- it from our
land ?
ARE YOU WILLING TO SUFFER AFFLIC-
TIOK ?
When Christ comes and says, "I
want you to consecrate your wealth
to, me, that seems hard. But when
he comes and says, " I want to take
your wealth all away from you—it is
best that you should not have it any
more ; I want to take away from you
all your friends ; I want to make your
road dark and. rough; I want to do it
because I love you ; and I mean that
it' shall he for glory in the end. For
the present it will be hard, but it will
last only for a short time, and its re
sults will more than repay you for
what you suffer. Because I live, you
shall live also ; but for the time being
I want you to suffer for my name's
sake"—when Christ comes and sayi
this, how many of us can say : "Even
so, Lord, do with me what seemeth
thee good ?" Do you live with such
a view of Christ and the eternal worlfl
that, when God makes his will known
to, you by his decrees of providence,
you can say, " Even, so, Lord ; it
seemeth good to thee; it shall seem
good to me ?" Then it shall come
to pass that yOur light affliction;
which is but for a. moment, shall work
out for you an exceeding- and .eternal
weight of glory. ,
A HEROIC WOMAN,
There is now among us a man who
is, we trust, destined to act a very imp
portant part as an evangelist among
the masses of the-city of =New York.
He was occupied as a Bible reader
and as a chaplain to a British reg,intent
in Ireland. His wife said to him one
day—upon hearing of the war in our
country : " Husband, I think you
ought to go over to America and throw
your influence on tie right side." I
replied to her : " And. how, Mary;
shall I, a stranger, support myself
there ?" She quickly replied : " I will
work and support you!" Enough
said ; I came ovei le - this country and
joined the -Union army as nurse and
chaplain, and was by God's g 064
providence enabled to keep in the
front and help the wounded ; and this
I did for thirteen months, having not
a cent of support except what came
from my wife I
This heroic woman is now in this
country, and. there is room enough in
it, and in the national heart, for an
army more of the same Sort.
THE great bulk of men blindly
follow any impulse which is commu
nicated to them by minds of superior
intelligence, or the force of individual
interest ; but really original thinkers,
the lights of their own, the rulers of
the next age, almost inva,riabl ert
their powers in direct opposition
prevailing evils with, NhiCh they od
surrounded.—Sir Archibald Allis,