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THE WILLING VIOTLY.
"He saved others; himsqf he cannot save."
Suggested by hearing a sermon on the above text
MI Good Friday.
'Twos love transfixed Thee to the tree,
(And not the nails by Romans driven),
That would not let Thee thence descend,
Till Thou this proof of it hadst, given.
'Twas the enshrined Divinity
Through the frail fleshly temple shinint,
Which kept that bruised body bound.
Not the rough cords of men's entwining.
'Twas Human Nature's cry of woe
Which reached Thine ear through anthems ringing
That burst the pearly gates ajar,
And drew Thee thence—salvation bringing.
This the sublime necessity
That held Thee there, 'twixt Earth and Heaven,
Until the veil which sin had wove,
From top to bottom had been riven.
It bound Thee there, that sin-sick souls,
Seeking in vain for help and healing,
Might learn their God had found a cure,
"Which there to them He was revealing
That wand'ring, helpless, blinded man,
Groping through tears for light from Heaven,
Might, looking upward, see God's face,
And read in that his sins forgiven.
0 bleeding Victim, slain for me !
A home-sick child to Thee returning,
Teach me the lesson of Thy cross ;
That over such Thy heart is yearning
Jesus my Saviour nail my sins,
The earthly good I too much cherish,
Unto that lonely cross of shame—
There let each vain ambition perish.
Take to Thyself my little life,
Let naught it from Thee ever sever,
But, with a threefold cord of love,
Bind it unto Thine own forever.
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THE FIRST PANTALOONS.
FROM THE QERMAN OF KARL HERBST
When the day comes for putting on the first
pantaloons, all the garments of past days are
joyfully laid aside forever. The Bur has noth
ing more to do with them. This happy occasion
came to me with my fourth birth-day, and my
first recollection begins at that time. My de
lighted mother took me in her arms and with
many kisses called me her " little man." I did
not think in my joy then, that pantaloons were
the forerunner of the schoolmaster—l only felt
conscious that I ha'd taken a great step in life.
My older brothers and sisters to my annoy
ance called me "buttons," and "breeches," thus
giving me first experience of the truth, that
there is no rose without a thorn." At last
like a ship just launched, all friction overcome,
I sailed forth into my element. " Hopi. soit qui
oral y pense" might have been read in my face,
as much as if the order of the Garter instead of
the far more indispensable pantaloons, had been
mine.
I felt that I must show myself. But before
the house-door waited red-haired Cobs, whose
real name was Jacob, as I afterwards came to
know. Jacob was two years older than I, and
had already given me many unhappy moments.
How he would receive my first pantaloons, which
rivalled his hair in redness, was an important
question. The desire to show myself and the
fear of an attack were in conflict.
As I passed along, I could not see that the
dogs and oats paid me the least attention, unless,
perhaps they winked a little more than usual. I
finally resolved to let the poultry-yard receive
my first visit in pantaloons. Chickens always
turn around and show the greatest interest in
anything. unusual—l don't know whether it is
because they are stupid or because they are not.
With my riding whip—the one I used for my
rocking-horse—in my hand, I entered the yard
like a wild-beast-tamer, and disturbed my
Paradise of hens. Hitherto I had lived in
peace with all creatures. The doves ate out of
my hand, and the white hen partook of my bread
and butter. It had been a grief to me that the
proud cock and the timid turkey would not
come near me; but now—was it the effect of the
pantalooni ? it delighted me to see that I spread
terror and distress around me.
One blow of my whip on the ground, and the
creatures all fled. I would be lord of creation
—not through love, but through fear. How
could such a desire arise in the mind of a child,
who had never known anything but love ?—But
I neither asked nor answered such a question
there. I stood in a commanding position. The
first loud cackling had subsided into a low,
anxious chucking, when suddenly behind my
back the incensed turkey-cock prepared for war.
His feathers, usually his covering and adorn
ments, became sharp pricks and lances. Single
suppressed sounds broke from him at intervals,
like the mutterings of thunder from an advanc
ing storm, until at last, half flying and half
running, he laid me flat on the ground.
My red pantaloons had offended his turkeyship.
But mother-eyes were watching. I was carried
vanquished from the arena. The evil doer was
allowed to live, because he was not fat enough to
kill. Afterwards I had the satisfaction of help
ing to eat my enemy, and was much surprised to
find that instead of bitter poison, he was filled
with chestnuts and apples.
As my mother did not desire such encounters,
and in view of the increased sociability of the
turkey, I was forbidden henceforth to go into the
poultry yard.
I then walked with beating' heart out of the
front door, where Cobs still waited; but it hap
pened, as it so often does in life, that misfortune
does not come where it is expected, but does come
from an unlooked for source. Cobs admired the
red trowsers, and expressed himself as delighted
that he need not any longer be ashamed to be
seen with we, as he had been. On the strength
of my new dignity, our walk extended itself some
distance, and should have been perfectly satis
fied with my red pantaloons, if I had not had a
vexatious recollection of the prohibition against
the poultry-yard, and the terrible turkey-cock who
would attack me if I ventured to disobu.
At last a second pair of pantaloons was finished.
Their color was white, and here I would, in
passing, beg all mothers to abstain from making
white pantaloons, for they are the cause of many
trials and unspeakable vexation. That the world
is so dirty, that white is such a clean color, and
that things will not keep clean, is surely not our
fault.
When I first appeared before my mother with
green knees, her lamentation over my pantaloons
was greater than her anger with me; but this
changed perceptibly alley a few times.
My mother was very kind, but she fell into the
mistake so common to mothers, of thinking that
a prohibition could always be obeyed. To me it
was incomprehensible, that the grass-stains, which
I made so easily, should be so very hard to get
out. And what a burden was the command to
keep, off the grass ! Can a mother take away the
charm of the sweet meadow with its butterflies
and bees? Does she know anything of the delight
of lying.on her back on the grass, and watching
the changing lights which the sun paints on the
closed eyes? Or can she imagine the boyish
pleasure of wrestling and tumbling in the grass?
Surely the acute schoolmaster might often read
in the sad eyes of his suffering boys, a wish that
white pantaloons might never be,.rather than that
on account of the miserable grass stains one pro
hibition. after another would be given, only to be
disobeyed.
And then other spots joined the green ones,
when cricket and ball-playing began. It is quite
remarkable that nearly all boys' games bring the
knees as much as possible into contact with mo
ther-earth. A hundred times must the boy be
forbidden to move on' his knees; when he grows
older, he avoids it naturally.
With the increase of spots came more frequent
punishment. My mother's gentle hand often
called to her aid my father's sterner visitation.
The pride with which she had welcomed me in
my first pantalo3ns, was gone. She often now
called me her "dirty boy," and my spotted exis
tence was indeed very hard to bear. What would
I not have given for a pair of pantaloons that had
no color,
or for a pair made of a chameleon's
skin, which would be green in the grass, black at
the stove, blue in the blue-washed room, brown
on the wound, and before my dear mother always
white! But my good wishes availed little, and I
could not possibly give up my intimate acquaint
ance with all those things for the sake of white
panbaloons.
My condition was critical. But all that is
earthly comes to an end. My fifth birthday brought
high boots, and my sixth, long black pantaloons
to me, a school-boy.
My white trowsers were, as my older brother's
swimming pantaloons, condemned to incessant
purifications.
I am not sure that black is a good color for
school boys' wear, because chalk and school-room
walls are always white. But if I now and then
thought sadly of my white trowsers, the black
offered on the whole too many advantages for me,
ever to wish to change. Besides my preferences
would have made little difference, as my uncle's
nephews inherited the cast-off coverings of his
legs, and they were always black.
An itinerant house-tailor, who was a member
of the family-council, took up his quarters peri
odically in a garret room of my father's house,
and there remodeled the garments to suit juven
ile use. And, indeed, the change was not so
very great as one might suppose, knowing the
difference between grown people and little people.
My uncle's dress coats generally caused the great
est difficulties. The flaps were usually allowed
to remain, by way of covering for the patched
part of the costume.
My oldest brother once had one of these coats,
in which no change except the shortening of the
sleeves, had been made. With his botanical-box
on his back, he presented a remarkable appear
ance, and when he one day returned, laden, with
plants, but with only one flap, having torn the
other off in the wheel as he got up into a carriage,
I could not restrain my mischievous delight—my
coat-time not having yet come.
These economical arrangements of our clothing
were no grief to us, for they were common in our
little town. The surgeon's wife went .a step far
ther once, than our mother ever did; for, having
to adapt to her son's use, a man's coat, of which
the elbows were worn out, she cut off the sleeves,
thus making a short-sleeved coat.
Whenever I see children now-a-days, in their
new-fashioned, tight-fitting clothes, so far from
C. A. L
envying them, I always thank my mother in my
heart for her oft-repeated direction to our garret
tailor, "Be sure you make it large enough."
The first day that I went to school in my black
pantaloons, I was happy as a king—for I rejoiced
in POCKETS. But, as so often happens in life,
the source of greatest joy becomes the cause of
much suffering. My mother told me that my
pockets were especially designed for pocket hand
kerchiefs—but alas! everything imaginable ex
cept that one thing, found its way there. Rather
were they the receptacle for every article that
came into my possession. A whole museum of
boyish exchanges filled their depths. Red and
white chalk, (useful for decoration of walls, &c.),
slate-pencils, nails, stones, bits of colored glass,
strings, and afterwards a knife, were constant oc
cupants, while tops and balls took their turn ac
cording to the season.
I had many trials in connection with pockets
and pocket handkerchiefs, but I will not stop to
recount them. With my white pantaloons,
green and brown spots had been the main trouble;
now, however, with their successors, rents and
holes took the lead. Gaping spaces with white
background were especially striking on the
black surface, and in this matter, too, the knees,
were the most exposed, though other parts did not
escape. Some boles, however, might be made
by nails, &c., but rents on the knee must be laid
simply to the account of the owner.
Ah, that men are born with such a love of climb
ing! Yet why were trees made to bear fruit, if
no one was to get up and gather it? Birds fly
upwards, squirrels and cats run up trees—why
cannot human beings be content without seeking
to rise above the ground F
The region where I lived was rocky, and my
father's house was an old cloister with many
roofs and walls. Yet, I was forbidden all climb
ing, and only as a stolen pleasure could I indulge
this passion. I wonder whether reflection would
have suggested to me in those days the idea of
things harmless in themselves becoming wrong
under certain circumstances ? It is sad that so
THE AMERICAN PRESBYTERIAN, THURSDAY, MAY 27, 1869.
often in education so much stress is laid on these
things, and so little on positively evil ones
Happily, this was not the case with me—but it
did not make it any easier at the time.
It is certainly true,
that I made sad havoc
with my pantaloons, but then they were weak
from age when they came to me. Sometimes
the great holes made rue realize with grief the
perishableness of earthly things, especially when
I saw my dear mother whom I dearly loved,
sittinc , up far into the night to repair the ravages.
Then I would make a vow never again to climb.
But when the same thing happened as before.
and my trowsers were again torn and myself
bruised, then I began to think the fault was hot
in me but in my hated pantaloons. My mind
was so occupied with torn garments, that when
I heard a song which ended with the words
'• the repose of torn hearts," I never could help
changing. it to " torn pants."
To be sure I did not then know much about
lacerated hearts, but I certainly thought they
would-be much easier to mend than corn panta
loons.
(TO BE - CONTINUED.)
[For the . American Presbyterian.'
OUR SLEEPING BABY.
His little hands, so busy all the day,
Are now at rest; .
And, folded lovingly, they sweetly lie
On mamma's breast.
Tired little feet and busy little brain
Are quiet now;
And, fervently,. togetbtr once again,
We humbly bow !
Thanks for the child, whose merriment. and mirth
And winsome ways,
Shall be the solace of our quiet hearth
In future days.
Keep him, 0 Father! alWays in Thy sight
As pure and free
From sin, as those bright Beings of the Light
Who dwell with Thee!
So that when Death, his sombre shade shall spread
Athwart his way,
lie may look forward without fear or dread
To that great Day,
When robed in Majesty, and Power and Light,
Thou shalt arise,
And take the pure and sinless in Thy sight,
Up to the skies!
Philadelphia, March 15th, 1869. F. L
CASSIHEENO.
There is a beautiful simplicity in the faith, the
Christian love of the converted Indian, as aiso in
the African ; this is exhibited in the following
narrative of Cassiheeno, the dying Indian. Cas
siheeno was the Indian guide to a young officer
of the army of the Revolution. He had been
wounded, and his life was fast ebbing away. The
young officer was a Christian man, and he remain
ed by the side of his faithful Indian friend, per
forming the part of a faithful nurse. He had been
conversing with him about affairs connected with
their journey, and then, turning the conversation,
he said; " Cassiheeno, there is a more important
question I wish to ask you."
" Me answer straight, and plain, and true."
"You are a dyin.z , ° man. Before the sun rises
you think you will be dead. I want to know
where you think you will go then ?"
"What for you ask ? you curiosity?"
"No, but as a Christian, and a believer in the
Bible, I feel anxious about your spirit. Do you
know anything about Jesus Christ ? Did you ever
hear of mercy through Him?"
"Me know much about that. Long, long time
ago, me very young, go east of Albany to see In
dians at Kaunaumeek. In little log house ' in
green wood, live pale man all 'lone; nobody but
Indian near him. He send ten, twenty mile for
bread.: He look sick, but meet Indian, talk to
them out of the Spirit Book; he pray with them,
make much prayer, and many time look on Indian
and say, ' poor friend,' and his eyes all run down
with tears. Me stay many months, and learn
much from him."
"What can you remember about his teach
ing ?"
"Remember Son of God came down to earth,
look like man; He preach, make miracle, same
as make sick man well, blind mau see, broken
bone man jump up and run like deer. He die
for sinner; white man sinner, Indian sinner. He
in heaven now, and love poor sinner who pray to
Him with sorry for, sin. He send good heart,
and Spirit make heart sick, and then well and
glad with joy, and make sinner no want to sin
any more."
" Have you been in the habit of praying ?"
"Always; ever since be with pale white man."
"But how can the death of Jesus Christ save
so many sinners?"
"Just same little piece of gold buy very much
thing. He worth so much more. He Son of God.
He all good. He all beautiful."
"Do you feel that you shall go to Him when
you die?"
"Oh yes. Me certain Jesus Christ no forget
poor Indian. Me never forget Him one day. Me
hope see Him, hope see pale missionary man 'fore
morning. Have no fear; inside eyes all open;
inside heart all still and smooth like Lake Sau
hillon, which you call The Beautiful. I very weak
now. Put my hands on my breast. There, me
never move again till Angel-trumpet wake me.
O Lord Jesus, pity poor, ignorant, simple Indian!
Make him white like snow; make him bright like
sun; make him beautiful like rainbow; make him
all good like Thy own self, and let him live with
Thee forever, so long as sun and moon shine.
Amen."— Congregationalist.
GOOD .STORIES.
—Mr. Trask tells us how a Western minister
gave up tobacco. He bad had many great and
sore trials, and had many times resolved to re
nounce the weed. Bat all in vain, until at last
he was brought to pass through the following,ex
perience:
At length the last battle was fought with the
foul demon. I called on a dying man—a member
of my church. He said that tobacco had brought
him to his death-bed, and he should die a happier
man if he left his testimony in writing against
this sin. I wrote from his dictation, and he gave
it his signature. My reflections were painful. A
dyin. , brother giving his testimony against a sin
of which I, his pastor, am guilty! 0, then I
called God to witness that I renounced tobacco
forever! The next morning I took my study, and
the conflict was terrible. Hell seemed to be let loose
upon my soul. I thought I saw Satan enter my
door in the shape of a uegro-head plug of tobacco.
I thought I heard him say : " Come, Mr. C., why
do you reject me? I always do you good, try me
again." At this point, God gave me unwonted
resolution. I remembered Luther's succesful
conflict, and exclaimed, "You black, slimy, nau
seous fiend, begone!" That, brother, was a finality.
I have not been troubled with tobacco since.
—Harper's Drawer for February quotes the
fallowing from a private note of a clerical friend
who left the Methodist church a few years ago,
and went over to the Baptists:—" Did I tell you
that some. time since I started and sung in our
social meeting, the good old chorus,
I will sprinkle you with water,
I will cleanse you from all sin?
For this I was stoutly reproved by my deacons,
until I referred them to Ezekiel xxxvi. 25. lire
shall omit this passage in future editions of Eze
kiel."
—Some years ago two German theological stu
dents, on a journey, lodged at night in the same
room. One of them heard the other, in the night,
talking in his sleep, and using the following lan
guage, quoting from Phil. ii. 7: " 'And took upon
him the form of a servant.' All created beings
are the servants of God, necessarily, and by the
fact of creation. But here is a personage of whom
it is said : ''He took upon him the form of a ser
vant.' Then he took a place he had not before ;
and if he was not a servant, from what condition
could he have come to that position, but that of
the true and proper Godhead ; and here is testi
mony for the Divinity of Christ." On being re
minded the next day of the language he had used
in his sleep, he affirmed that he was totally uncon
scious of it, saying that his mind had been pre
viously exercised respecting that doctrine, but
that he would joyfully accept his own unconscious
reasoning, and felt confirmed by it in his belief
in the supreme Divinity of his Redeemer.
—A short time since, as Gen. Butler was riding
in the Pennsylvania-avenue cars, a lady who was
leaving the car remarked, as she passed him,
" Look out for your 'spoons!' The General
promptly followed ber, and ascertained that she
was employed in the Treasury. She has now
obtained a permanent leave of absence, and the
General has had her place filled by a colored
woman.
GOD'S DEALINGS.
Old Hans Werner had been ill for.a long time,
and Henry went with his mother to see him. He
was now apparently near death, but in great dis
tress both bodily and mentally, almost overcome
with conflicts and doubts. His minister was with
him, but his conversation seemed powerless to
'calm the storm which now assailed the frail bark.
When they left this solemn scene, Henry appear
ed in deep thought for some time, and then said,
"Mother, I thought you said Hans was a true
Christian, and that Christ would always be with
such, as they were about to leave this world. How
is it then that He has left poor old Hans to suf
fer as he now does ?" "My dear son, do you not
remember standing on-the sandy beach, last sum
mer, and watching the fishermen endeavoring
to land their little boats, and ' how, when
you thought they were just at the shore, a huge
breaker would come and send them out to sea
again ? And sometimes you thought; the little
barks would be dashed to pieces. But what did
you say one night, after a severe storm, when
you saw them safely landed?" "Oh, I remem
ber now, mother, I said I never thought those
little boats were so strong. And now I know
what you mean. It is, that Glid is trying old
Hans' faith before he takes him from this world."
" Yes, my son, a few more struggles, and then he
will be landed in the haven he so earnestly de
sires, and be enabled to say, I have fought a
good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept
the Whom the Lord loveth he chasten
eth and scourgeth every son He receiveth."'
MR. HAMMOND'S WORK IN LOCKPORT.
From Lockport papers of various dates we clip
the following:
The great flood of religious excitement which
swept through Rochester with such renovating
force, following in the path of the devoted evan
gelist, is at present surging through Lncknort.
The Presbyterian church is nightly filled with
crowds of earnest and anxious inquirers. While
at Rochester, three hundred was the highest
number rising for prayers on any single night,
five hundred have been upon their feet at one of
the evening meetings (Wednesday evening).
Many of th Rochester people have been here,
and some of the students. The converted gam
bler (M_cCowan) was here for a number of days,
and spoke eloquently. Blind Tom, also, has
added his exhortations and the benefit of his ex
perience to the efforts of the brethren of Lock
port. A contribution was taken up for him on
Saturday morning. He received a respectable
sum. We understand it is intended to give Tom
a chance to perfect himself as an organist, that
a living may be earned by him in a more con
genial manner- Mr. Newton came down Friday
night, and related his experience. One of the
most notorious drunkards of Lockport, and who,
it was supposed, was utterly lost to all hope, has
flung away his cards (he had been a gambler),
given up drinking, and now relates his experi
ence with a grateful heart. Asher B. Evans,
Principal of the Lockport Union School, also
came forward and acknowledged himself as con
trite. Formerly he has been in the habit of
reading prayers at the morning exercises with
the pupils. Mayor jackson, who on one morn
ing asked the prayers of Christians, on the next
rose,,and with a joyful countenance, said that he
had given himself -to Christ, and with God's
help 'he was determined •to live the life of a
Christian. Such a revival was never known in
the city before. It surpasses the most san
guine expectations. There seems to be a storm
brewing with the Episcopal brethren in this
city. The local papers have taken up the dis
pute, and it. may wax strong. The Rochester
Evening Express, Mr. Hammond remarked, last
'night in the church, has been the means of a great
revival in lowa. Its large circulation, and the
extent to which its reports have been copied,
have wielded a powerful influence for go o d_
Evening Express.
Samuel Squires, a young man, who as he
says, seemed lost to all hope, arose and gave a
history of his past life, with the story of his con
viction : "My young friends, you know most o f
you, who I am, and what a life I have led. I have
been sunk in degradation—l have been a gam.
bier, a drunkard and a blasphemer. I have al.
most broken my parents' hearts. Nothing seemed
too vile for me to be engaged in ; I was going by
the church the other day, and was attracted by
the sound of the singing. I went in, not to get
good, but to see what was going on, and to find
something to furnish food for merriment. The
hymn, My Jesus I Love Thee,' struck me very
forcibly, and I bowed my head and wept. One of
the elders prayed with me; I rose suddenly and
said 'Pray for me ;' I went to meeting at night;
I heard Mr. Hammond speak ; on my way home
I felt what they call the gambler's bible (a pack
of cards) in my pocket; I took them out, and
cast them in the canal; I am saved now, and I
thank God for it."
At the farewell meeting, among other addresses
reported by the Journal, is the following of Dr.
Wisner's: " I rise this evening, my friends,
with mingled emotions of joy and sorrow. I re
joice at what -we have seen, heard and felt, of
the power of God during the past few weeks;
and I rejoice likewise at the instrumentality
that God, in His infinite wisdom, has seen fit to
use, and I thank Him that I have been pre
mitted to be a co-worker with himself. I re
joice that Christians in Lockport have wrestled
for salvation as never before; I rejoice that by
the energies of the Committee one was secured,
who has proved of incalculable service ; one of
whom, and his success , in God's help, in bring
ing about a revival of His work we had read and
heard; one whose face we had not seen, and
whose courses in relation to conducting a revival,
or whose efforts in most of the churches, we re
mained ignorant of, so far as personal knowledge
was concerned. He has far exceeded the ex
pectations of the most sanguine."
. One of the absurd stories that will get abroad
at such a time, was thus nailed by the speaker :
" One piece of gossip which he had not
deemed worthy of notice before he would allude
to now. It was stated in the Rochester Evening
Express a leading paper in that city, that Mrs.
Hammond recived a silver service from the la
dies the cost of which was $3,400. This item
spread all through the city of Lockport, and
many ladies said they would never go to hear a
man preach whose wife received such magnifi
cent presents. Well the real fact of the matter
was a couple of silver goblets were presented to
Mrs. Hammond, costing thirty-four dollars, and
the comma was wrongly placed by the printer's
devil or some one else, and this awful blunder
was circulated and believed by a portion of the
community. Thus it is that such stories arise,
and there are plenty who are willing to believe
them."
CURRENT ITEMS.
—The statistics of the Southern Presbyterian
Church show a steady falling off in the number
of ministers, the number now being ninety-five
less than it was five years ago.
—A letter from missionaries among the Santee
Sioux announces that the Indians are highly
pleased to hear of the appointment of the Indian
Commissioners. One of Philadelphia's members
—Mr. Welsh—is well known to them from his
intimate connection with the Episcopalian mis
sion. One old chief expressed his confidence
that " the Indians will be taught something now,
and not merely fed" by A,gents.
—Rev. C. L. Balch was recently deposed from
the ministry of the Universalist denomination for
forging an order for admission to the Elgin Watch
Factory, and other offences. He is preaching rank
atheism and folly in Chicago. Arthur Hugh
Clough sings—
"There is no God " the wicked say,
" And if so, it's a blessing ;
"For what He might have done with us
" It's better only guessing."
—By means of an exceedingly delicate gal
vanometer Mr. Huggins has succeeded in de
monstrating that an appreciable amount of heat
conies from the stars. He makes the image of
a bright star formed in the form of a large
telescope fall on the surface of his thermopil,
when the needle is deflected by the heat of the
star. So delicate is the instrument that the ap
paratus must be attached for hours to the tele
scope before it will come to rest or the image of
the star can be allowed to fall upon it. Arcturus
and Regulus each deflected the needle three
degrees in a quarter of an hour, and Sirius two
degrees. Pollux gave a deflection of li.dearees;
but singularly enough, its companion star, Castor,
aave no deflection.
—The ancient saloon-keepers and retailers of
intoxicating drinks had a dreadful reputation in
classical literature. The word by which they
are designated Greek, xan-12os, became a gene
ral term for rogue and cheat. The same is true
of the Latin word caupo and its derivatives.
The wine-sellts are called perfidos and malignos,
by Horace. In Xenophon's Anabasis, as our
young friends commencing Greek will remember,
when Cyrus with his army penetrated Mount
Taurus, through the gates of Cilicia, and ap
proached the capital. city of Tarsus, all classes
of citizens fled with the King Syennesis, but the
saloon-keepers. It made no difference to them
what side they were on. And Paul, who knew
something of this unprincipled class in his na
tive city, when he wished in one of his letters to
speak of corrupting or adulterating the word' of
God (2 Cor. 2, 17), uses the word for wine sel
ling, xar.-riAzwo, as best expressing his idea. See
Kling's note on the words : For we are not as
many which corrupt the word of God. The
word rendered corrupt, he says, " signifies here
to deal dishonorably and deceitfully with the
word of God, adulterating it by mingling to
gether men's opinions with the divine word, as
the xamploc were accustomed to mingle water with
their wine." The taint of corruption for the sake
Of making a traffic, already mean and 'mercenary,
more profitable, thus appears'to be an heir-loom
of the business, which iispiration itself helps
incidentally, and as a matter of course, to fasten
upon it.