SANTA CLAUS UP-TO-DATE. IIo! nil you giggling girls aud boys, In auto-car he flitted by, Gay dads aud bachelors melancholy, His antiquated outfit scorning; Fond mothers 'mid domestic joys He lifted, us he caught Kit's eye. And maidens coy beneath the holly— The striped cap his head adorning. A startling tale my pen employs— Behind htm presents towered high A truthful tale and wondrous jolly. The very ones you found this motning! Last night when I had lingered Into Holgh-ho for days when drifts were deep With fascinating Kit McDonougb, And slelghbells on the reindeers tinkled: We paused a bit at Kitty's gate. When dreams disturbed our tardy sleep, And what d'ye think our gaze fell on, O? And Santn came with snow besprinkled. Your old friend Santa up to date— (I dure not ffuess what stylo he'll keep A wluter-wbiskered fat Cyrano! Wheu Kit and I are gray and wrinkled.) —Frank Putnam. By MEIRA HUNT. fELL me, dear, was there ever such a bore!" sighed Mildred as she threw herself upon a heap of cushions in the pretty oriel window. "What is the mat ter!" said her mother, who was spending "blind man's holi day" in the glow of the firelight. "Has this rainy day been too much for my sunshiny daughter?" "Some woes will bear patching," said Mildred, "but I don't see how even you can mend this one." "It must be very bad indeed then," laughed Mrs. Windsor, "for usually you think me au expert in that line. Come over here by the fire, my dear, put ou a bit of driftwood, and let ns find a rainbow iu the beautiful colors, while you tell me all about it." Mildred slowly drew herself up and went towards the lire. The bits of ragged gray sticks did not look very promising, surely, but they were tossed, nevertheless, on the ebbing lire, while mother aud daughter awaited in silence the cheery blaze. When the dainty colors began to dance about in glee, against the sooty background, Mildred nestled at her mother's feet aud began to share her trouble. "It's about Christmas, —not the do ing-to-others part, nor the gifts either, but how to give the gifts to our very own, our nearest and dear est. "It is all very easy in a large family, or where little children can be bidden to a tree laden with pretties and good ies. But what is the use of trying to make believe that big people are little folks again, aud that it is great fun preparing for two or three people, where there are too few for a mystery and no one to surprise? "We have tried to invite friends, but they so often have some excuse. "Christmas is nearly here; for a wonder,my own gifts for Santa Claus'n pack are ready and waiting; but what can we do to make our own home Christmas happy?" "You do seem to be all in a tangle, dearie, but I am sure we can straigh ten it out some way. "Let me see; there are how many of us? Seven, are there not? Why could we not weave a rainbow into our plans?" "There! I knew you would help me, mother mine. Leave the rest to me, and I will surprise you, with the others. We shall have a Merry Christ mas yet." The days intervening before Christ mas were busy ones for Mildred, aud A JOLLY REPAST WITH PLENTY OF MISTLE TOE. mystery hovered over her goings and comings, and reigned supreme behind the closed doors of her room. Christmas evening came, and with it the few guests for whom it had seemed so difficult to plan. The din ner table was bright with holly and mistletoe. A tiny Christmas tree occupied the place of honor in the centre of the table. On it were baby house candles, small flags, cornucopias, candies aud mysterious little stock ings filled with miniature bundles. Bright red ribbons started from a big ball of red and green, hung be neath the chandelier, aud spread May pole fashion to the edges of the table, where they were fastened with knots of holly. There was holly on the pictures, about the room, holly for buttonhole bouquets—holly garnished the dishes, and gave a real Christmas flavor to everything. After the nuts aud raisins, the tiny tree was lighted, and the wee stock ings were distributed. What fuu it was opening the small bundles! A bottle of cologne appealed to one person, a little ring brought a shout of joy from the youngest guest, a dainty thimble for the industrious one, a silver stamp box for the letter writer, a brooch, a pooket pencil—il was wonderful how many useful things came out of those little stock ings! When all had been examined, the genial host moved that the company adjourn. Then came Mildred's triumph. "Now, papa, will you lead the way to the library, where we shall find a postscript from Santa Claus?" TALI Twas on a. merry Yule- n n tide aipht VrU*® XJ/ Kv( An artless youth and A rT+l" __ r-jX watched, while n )(\L , r v|f> Th«fr \ uMC And y he d iooKed quite fP) >A justed lt m And\sheJlookea na\f afraid Mp, \K \/ "SUCK conduct!' said tne artless^ "Most s'hocKino seems tome!" °-But 'neath. the mistletoe, perhaps WJ \ \'Tis different," murmured she. W/ \ tTr*e artless youth he smiled d smile; v/ vv Pray. looK at thisquoth he. ///''' It was a spriQ ot mistletoe. with tiny leaves of greenjv Up rose that artless maiden. AU with a solemn mien, .. And stealthily she led that youth -1 Forth from the shocking scene, i ~~=( AU" silently sne led nim forth ' "jHThat artless maiden fair) j \ \ To the dim conservatory. \\ > 'Mid the palms and orchids rare, n Then too* that sprio of mistletoe Andput it inner At the library door tbe guests j started in amazement. There in iront of them was a large screen artistically draped with a flue Hag; across the top were groups of small flags like a standing fringe. In a corner stood a bushy Christ mas tree, bright with the usual glitter and color. In front of the screen were hung mysterious bags of cambric, one for each color of the rainbow. When the guests were seated, Mil dred took a small waud in her hand and announced that, as Santa Glaus had sa much to do that evening, he had left a bag for each person on con dition that every one should claim the right one. Waving her wand towards her grandfather, she asked him to make the flrst guess. Alas! it was wrong. Once or twice she went around the circle before any one guessed the right bag. Then Mildred says the owner must prove a right to the bag before she could deliver it. So saying, she handed over a small envelope contain ing a card on which were written a few lines of peoetry. More mystery and guessing! The guests began to wonder if they ever should earn their gifts. At last some one discovered the clew; the envel opes contained acrostics ou the names of the guests, and great amusement, was afforded by reading these aloud. One bag was long and narrow; the recipient was tall and slender; the color was that of his college. Another bag was the favorite color of the one for whom it was tilled; its shape was very wide and stout. The owner of this bag received the booby prize for being the last to guess cor rectly. He explained that he had not beeu willing to select that bag sooner, iu spite of his fondness for the color, as he feared to be thought greedy. The prize was a ridiculous tin toy; the flrst prize was a toy watch and chain, presented with due ceremony. At last came the fun of opening th« bags, comparing discoveries and thank ing those donors who were present. Bags of bright colors were provided for the servants too; not one was left out, and they were present to receive them. Lighting the troe closed the cere mony, and Mildrod had the satisfac sion of knowing that her guests, though few, had been thoroughly en tertained with the fruit of her own thought and handiwork, while none of the old charms that make Christ mas beautiful had been omitted. Tlio Uncle's Lament. Backward, turn backward, O Tlmo in your flight, Ten or twelve years would be just about right. Slake all of my flsters young ladles again, Make all of my brothers young unmarried men- Blot out all my nieces, my woo nephews, too, Till aftor the holiday season Is through; Carry mo buck to those old days when I Didn't have about forty-five presents to buy. Backward, turn buckwnrd, O tide of the years, They are sweet, they aro cunning, tbo dear little dears; They "love Uncle Jack very much," so they do When Christmas bogins to loom up to their view; But things of late haven't been coming my WBJ, I am hard up at present, and therefore I pray: Swing backward, OTime, from the echoless shore, Make mo nephowless, nieceless, till Christ mas Is o'or. —Chicngo News. A I'ostal Santa Claus. A postal Santa Claus visits the Bos ton postoffiee every year during the week before Christmas. No one knows his name, and those whom he helps do not even know that they have been helped. Many packages aro mailed every year togo to foreign countries or to other parts of the United States a? Christmas presents, and for some rea son postage is not fully paid on all of them. In such cases the packages are either returned to the sender or sent to the dead-letter office and the per sons for whom tliey are intended are disappointed. The postal Santa Claus calls at the postoifice and pays all tho postage duo on these packages and they aro for warded without delay. Santa Clans paid more than S2O in this way last year and disappeared without leaving liis name, and this year ho has come again to repeat his good deeds. MJ*tletoe iintl Love an<l Iv I The Druids regarded the mistletoe as an emblem of love, anil believed that it typitled the beneficent feeling of their gods toward mankind. It is doubtless to this old Druidical associ ation of the mistletoe with love that the English custom, which still ob tains, of enforcing the forfeit of a kiss from any female who is caught under a branch of it at Christmas time, is traceable. The name of Christmas, assigned to the festival, was derived from Christ and the Saxon maesse or mass, and the two words were combined to de note a special service in honor of the birth of tho Son of God. Tlie Peacock a Christmnn Uird. The peacock was the favorite Christ mas bird with our English ancestors. Tb« preparation of his peucockship was elaborate and expensive, and could be done only by an expert cook, who usually sent the bird to the table with his comb gilt and his tail spread. •Johnny Wat Anxious. Mr. Squiggs (reading)—"l see that Professor Wiseman, the prophet, has decided that the world would come to au end uext Christmas." Johnny Squiggs—"Beforo or after dinner, pa?"— Baltimore American. The Pudding o! Old. It is estimated that if all the pud dings made in Englaud in honor of Christmas were rolled into one, the weight of it would be 7589 tons. For this pudding 32,000,000 eggs were used. DCN'TS FOR CHRISTMAS. What to Give aud What Not to Give Your Friends. Don't pay more for the Christmas tree than you pay for the frfiit. Don't send your gentleman adorer a gold toothpick. He may have false teelh. Don't send your pastor embroidered slippers. To travel tho strait and nar row path requires hobnailed shoes. Don't buy your daughter n, pir.no and your wife n waslitub. If you reverse the order, you will do justice to both. Don't place your expectations of a Christmas gift too high. You may havo to put ycur foot in your stocking to find anything in it. Don't make your friend a present and be disappointed because he doesn't give something. Perhaps you havo surprised him. Don't give presents to peoplo not quito so prosperous as yonrself and tell them not to reciprocate because they can't afford to make presents. Be just before you aro generous. Pay your debts before you buy pres ents. Your creditors may consider that they have received an unexpected gift. Don't give your boy a drum an! forbid him beating it, nor your daugh ter a horse and order her not to tako it out of the stablo without your per mission. Quotation* For Christmas Gifts. The passing of the Christmas card is thoroughly signalized by the vogue given the selected quotation, which is now made an important adjunct to every Christmas gift. Tho selection of a quotation which is appropriate and personal evidences the desiro oi the sender to express a special greet ing. The quotations given below may possibly be of value to our readers: With some trifling present, Shakes peare's "My good will 16 great though tho gift be small." With a pair of slippers, Dickens' "Wo must go together." With a book of travel, Stevenson's "It takes the mind out-of-doors." With a calendar, Emerson's "Write it on your hoart t.'iat every day is the best day of the year." With a pair of gloves, Dickens' "We're a pair, if over titer \ was one." With a change purse, Dickens' "Wo must expect change." With a work-bag, the old Proverb "It is never too late to mend." With a silver plate given to a small child, Eugene Field's "When thou shalt eat from off this plate I charge thee: Be thou temperate; Unto thine elders at the board Do thou sweet reverence accord. Though unto dignity inclined. Unto the serving folk be kind; Be over mindful of the poor, Nor turn them hungry from the door; Aud unto God for health and food, And all that In thy life Is good. Give thou thy heart in gratitude." Christmas Twice u Vear. Some children think that Christmas day Should como two times u year; But that is not nt ail the way That it should be, I fear. For In tho summer Christmas-trees Are very, very small; And all the games au<l toys one sees. They are not ripe at all! The dolls aro very tiny on-s; The wagons wiil not go; The balls are littler than buns- It takes them mouths to grow! The candy it is, oh, so sour! Tho guns they will not shoot, There's need of many au autumn shower To rlpeu Christmas fruit! —St. Nicholas. Unmans t'Mil Christmas Greens. It seems odd that Christmas Daj should be so bound up with custom* and observations which are but a sur vival of superstition and heathenish rites. The use of evergreens, for in stance, is one of these. The Romans ornamented their temples with them during the feast of Saturn, while ivj was universally used by them in the orgies attending the honor of Bacchus. The ancient Druids hung greeu branches and mistletoe over theii doors as a propitiation to woodland sprites. A Devonshire ltellef. A belief was long current in Devon and Cornwall, and it is said to still linger in remote parts of the country, that at midnight on Christmas eve the cattle in their Btalls fell on theii knees in adoration of the Saviour, as they are said to have done in the stable at Bethlehem. Bees were also believed to sing in their hives at the same time, and bread baked on Christ mas eve, it was averred, never be came mouldy. A Christinas Flea. Don't look up the chimney, sweetheart, For Kris Kringle aud Ills things; But leave your door a bit apart For Cupid's dainty wings. A Tip to Santa Ciuug. Jimmy—"There, now, dat look; bully; I hope he'll take do hint an put some new stockings dero 'fore he does anything else." . DR. TALMAGBS SERMON. SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE Br THE NOTED * DIVINE. Subject: Tlie World aft It Will Be—lm provement In Human Condition* After the Earth Han lteen Revolutionized For Good—The Coming Century. (Copyright, Louis Klopsch, 1899.] WASHINGTON, D. C.—By a novel mode Br. Tulraage in this discourse shows how the world will look after it has been revolu tionized for good; text, II Peter ill., 13. "A new earth, wherein dwelleth righteous ness." Down in the struggle to make the world better and happier we sometimes get de pressed with the obstaeles to be overcome and the work to be accomplished. Will it not bo a tonic and an inspiration to look at the world as it will be when It ban been brought back to paradisaical condition? So let ns for a few moments transport our selves into the future and put ourselves forward In the centuries and see the world in its rescued and perfected state, as we will see It if in those times we are permit ted to revisit this planet, as I am sure we will. We all want to see the world after it lias been thoroughly gospelized and all wrongs have bean righted. We will want to come back, and we will come baok to look upon the refulgent consummation to ward which we have been on larger or smaller scale tolling. Having heard the opening of the orohestra on whose strings some discords traveled, we will want to hear the last triumphant bar of the per fected oratorio. Having seen the picture as the painter drew Its first outlines upon canvas, we will want to see It when It is as complete as Reubens' "Descent From the Cross" or Miohael Angelo's "Last Judg ment." Having seen the world under the gleam of the star of Bethlehem, we will want to see it when, under the full shining of tho sun of righteousness, the towers shall strike 12 at noon. There will be nothing in that coming cen tury of the world's perfection to hinder our terrestrial visit. Our power and velo city of locomotion will have been Improved lullnltely. It will not take us long to come here, however far ofT in God's universe heaven may be. The Bible declares that such visitation is going on now. "Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister to those who shall be heirs of sal vation?" Surely the gates of heaven will not be bolted after the world is Edenized fio as to hinder tbe redeemed from deaoond- Ing for a tour of lnepeotion and congratu lation and triumph. You know with what Interest we look upon ruins—ruins of Kenilwortii castle, ruins of Melrose abbey, ruins of Itorna, ruins of Puinpelf. So this world in ruins is an enchantment to look at, but we want to see it when rebuilt, repillared, retowered, realtcred, rededlcated. The exact date of tho world's moral restoration I cannot foretell. It may be that through mighty awakenings It will take place in the middle of the nearby twentieth century. It may be at tho opening of the twenty-first cen tury, but it would not be surprising if it took more than 169 years to correot the ravages of sin whloh have raged for 6000 years. Tbo chief missionary and evangel istic enterprises were started in this een tury, and be not dismayed if it takes a couple of centuries to overcome evils that have had full swing for sixty centuries. I take no responsibility in saying on what pago of the earthly calendar it will roll in, but Qod's eternal veracity is sworn to it that It will roll in, and as the redeemed in heaven do as they please and have all the facilities of transit from world to world, you and I, my hearer or render, will come and look at what my text calls "A new earth wherein dwelleth righteousness." I imagine that we are descending at that period of the world's complete gospeliza tlon. There will be no peril In such a de scent. Great heights aud depths havo no alarm for glorified spirits. We can como down through chasms between worlds without growing dizzy and across the spaces of halt the universe without losing our way. Down and farther down we coon-. As we npproach this world wo breathe the perfume of illimitable gardens. Flora lizu tion that in centuries past was here and there walled in lest reckless and dishonest hands pluck or despoil It surges its blilows of color aoro3s tho fields ami up the hill sides, and that which was desert blossoms as the rose. All the foreheads of crag crowned with flowers,the feet of the moun tains slippered with (lowers! Oh, this per fume of the continents,this aroma of hemi spheres! As we approach nearer and nearer wo bear songs and laughter and hosannas, but not one groan of distress, not one sob of bereavement, not one olaufe of chain. Alighted on the redeemed earth, we are first accosted by the Spirit of tbe twenty first century, who proposes to guide and show us ail that we desire to see. Without His guidance we would lose our way, for the world is so muoh changed from the rime when we lived in it. First of all, Ho points out to as a group of abandoned buildings. We ask this Spirit of the twen ty-first century, "What are those struc tures whose walls nre falling down and whose gates are rusted on the binges?" Our escort tells us: "Those were once penitentiaries filled with offender*, but the crime of tbe world has died out. Tbeft and arson and fraud and violence have quitted the earth. People fave all they want, and why should they appropriate the property of others even if they had tbe desire? The marauders, the assassins, the buccaneers, the Herods, the Nana Sahibs, the ruffians, the bandits, are dead or, transformed by the power of the Christian religion, are now upright and beneficent and useful. After passing on amid oolumns and statues erected in memory of those who have been mighty for goodness in the world's history, the highest and the most exquisitely sculptured those In honor of suoh as have been most effectual in saving life or improving life rather than those re nowned for destroying life, we come upon unother group of buildings that must have been transformed from their original shape and adapted to other uses. "What is all tills?" wo ask our escort. He answers: "Those were almshouses aud hospitals, but accuracy in making and prudence in running machinery of all sorts have almost abolished the list of casualties, and sobriety and Industry have nearly abolished pau perism, so that those buildings whloh once were hospitals and almshouses have been turned into beautiful homes for the less prospered, and If you will look in you will see the poorest tuble has abundance, and the smallest wardrobe luxury, and the harp, waiting to have its strings thrummed, leaning against the piano, waiting tor its keys to be fingered. "Hospitals and almshouses must have been a necessity once, but they would he useless now. Aud you see all the swamps have been drained, the sewerage of the great towns tins been perfected, and the world's ollmate Is so improved that there are no pneumonias to come out of tho cold, or rheumatisms out of the dampness, or fevers out of the heat. Consumptions ban ished, pneumonias banished, diphtheria banished, ophthalmia banlsbod, neuralgias banished. As near as I can tell from what I have read, our atmosphere of this cent ury is a mingling of the two months of May and October of the nineteenth cent ury." But I say to our escort: "Did all this merely happen so? Are all the good bore spontaneously good? How did you get tht> old shlpwrooked world afloat again, out of the breakers into tile smooth seas?" "No, no!" responds our twenty-first century es cort. "Do you see those towers? Tnose are the towers of ohurches, towers of re formatory institutions, towers of Christian schools. Walk with me, and let us outer some of these temples." We enter, and I find that the music is in the major key and none of it in the minor. "Gloria In Ex oclsis" rising above "Gloria In Exceisls." Tremolo stop in the orp an not so muoh used as the trumpet stop, jlore ol Ariel than <jf Naomi. More chants than dirges. Not i thin song, the word* of which no one un derstands on the lip ot a soloist, but might; harmonies that roll from the outside door to cbanoel and from floor to groined rnftei as though Handel had come out of the eighteenth century into the twenty-flrsi and had his foot on the organ pedal, ans Thomas Bastings had come out of the early jmrt of the nineteenth century into the twenty-first and wore leading the voices. Music that moves the earth and makes heaven listen! But I say to our twenty-first century es cort: "I cannot understand this. Have these worshipers no sorrows, or have they forgotten their sorrows?" Our escort re sponds: "Sorrows! Why, they had sorrows more than you could count, but by a di vine illumination that the eighteenth and nineteenth oenturlos never enjoyed they understand the uses ol sorrow and are com forted with a supernatural condolence such as previous centuries never experi enced." I ask again of the interpreter, "Has death been banished from the world?" The answor is, "No, but people die now only when the physical machinery Is worn out. and they realize it is time togo and that they ure oertalnly and without doubt going into a world where they will be in finitely better off and aro to live In a man sion that awaits their immedlato oc cupancy." But how was all this effected?" I ask our escort. Answer: "Bv fiood ol gospel power. You who lived in thu nine teenth century never saw a revival of reli gion to be compared with what occurred in the latter part of the twentieth and the early part of the twenty-first century, The prophocy lias been fulfilled that Va nation shall bo born in a day'—that is, ten or twenty or forty million people converted in twenty-four hours, in our church his tory we read of the great awakening ol 18E7, when five hundred thousand soul.s were saved. But that was only a drop oi the coming showers that since then took into tho kingdom of God everything be tween the Atinntlc and the Pacific, be tween the Pyrenees and tho Himalayas." The evils that good people were in the nineteenth century trying to dostroy have been overcome by celestial forces. What human weaponry failed to accomplish has been done by omnipotent thunderbolts. As you and I see in this torrostriul visit ation of the coming centuries that the church has under Qod accomplished so much, we ask our escort, the spirit of the twenty-flrgt century, to show us tho differ ent kinds of churches. So we are taken In and out of the ohurches of different denom inations, and we find that they aro just as different in the twenty-first century as they were different In the nineteenth when we worshiped In them. There is unity In them ns to tho great essentials of salvation. But we enter tho Baptist Church, and It is bap tismal day, and we see tho candidates for membership Immersed. And we go Into a Presbyterian Church and see a group of parents around tho baptismal font holding up their children for the christening. And we enter the Episcopal Ohuroh and hear the solemn roll of her liturgies, and her ministers are gowned nnd surpllced. And we enter the Lutheran Church, and we hoar in the sermon preached the doctrines of the greatest of Gorman reformers. And wo go into tho Methodist Church just in time to sit down at a love feast and give audible "Amen" when the service stirs us. At least fifty kinds of ohurches In the twenty-first century, as there were 150 dif ferent kinds of churches in the nineteenth century. "0 spirit of the twenty-first contury, will you not show us something of tho commer cial life of your time?" Ho answers, "To morrow I will show you all." And on the morrow ho takes us through the great marts of trade and shows us the bargain makers aud tho shelves on which tho goods lay and the tierces and hogsheads In which they are contnlned. I notice that the fabrics are of better quality than anything 1 over saw in our nineteenth century, for the factories are more skillful, and the wheels that turn aujl the looms that claek and the engines that rumble are driven by force that were not a century ago discov ered. The prices of tho fabrics indlcalo a rea sonable profit, and tho firm In the count ing room and the clorks at the counter and the draymen at the doorway and the errand boy on his rounds and the mes senger who brings the mail and tho men who open tho store in tho morning as woll as those who close it at night ali looic us If they were satisfied and well treated. No swallowing up of small houses of merchandise by great houses, no ruinous undersolling until those In the same lino aro bankrupt and then the prices lifted, no unnecssary assign ment to defraud creditors, no over drawing of accounts, no abscondiugs, no sharp prnctlce, no snap judgments, but the manufacturer right in his dealings with the wholesaler, and the wholesaler with the retailer, and the retailer with the customer. No purchasing of goods that wlllnevtrbe paid for. All right behind the counter; all right before the oounter. No repetition of what Solomon describes when he writes, "It Is naught, it is naught, salth the buyer, but when he Is gDne his way then he boasteth." "O spirit of the twenty-first century, how glad I am that you showed us these stores and factories and places of bargain aud sale! It was not always so in the nineteenth century, when wo were earthly residents. Many of those merchants who are good at ciphering out other rules in arithmetic never could cipher out that sum In the rule ot loss and gain, 'What shall It profit a man if he gain the whole world und lost his soul?" "But," I say to our escort, the Spirit ot the twenty-first contury, and you and I say to each other, "we must go home now, back again to heaven. We have staid long enough on this terrestrial vlsltntion to see that all the best things foretold in the Scriptures and which we read during our earthly residence have come to pass, and all the Davldic, Solomonlo and Paullniau and Johanuean prophecies have been ful filled, nnd that the earth, Instead ot be ing a ghastly failure, is the mlghtlot suc cess In the universe. A star redeemed. A plauet rescued! A world saved! It started with a garden, and ft is going to close with a garden. Whut a happiness that we could have seen this old world after It was righted and before it burned, for its in ternal fires have nearly burned out to the crust, according to the geologist, mak ing it easy for the theologian to be lieve in the confiagratiou that the Biblo predicts. One element taken from the water and that will burn, and another element taken from the air and that will burn, and surrounding plan ets will watch this old ship of a world on fire and wonder if all Its passengers got safely off. Before that planetary catas trophe, hie us back to heaven. Farewell, spirit of the twenty-first century! Thanks for your guidance! We can s'ny no away from doxologles that no ver enj l , In temples never closed, in a day that has no sundown. We must report to the Immor tals around the throne the transforma tions we have seen,.the victories of truth on land and sen, the hemispheres irradi ated, and Christ on the throne of earth, as He is on the throne of lieavon." Aud now you and I have left our escort ns we ascend, for tho law of gravitation has no power to detain ascending spirits. Up through immensities and by stellar and lunar and solar splendors, which oannot be described by mortal tongue, we rise higher and higher, till we reach the shining gnte ns It opens for our return, und the ques tions greet «s from all sides: "What Is the uews? Whut did you find in thnt earthly tower? What have you to report In th' city of the sun?" Prophetic, aposto,.o, saintly inquiry. And, standing on tho steps of tho house of many mansions, we cry aloud the news: "Hear It, all ye glorified Christian workers of all the past centuries! We found your work was successful, whether on earth you toiled with knitting needle, or rung a trowel on a rising wall, or smote a shoe last, or endowed a univer sity, or swayed a scepter; whether on earth you gave a cup of cold water In the name ot a disciple, or at some Pentecost preuched 3000 souls into the kingdom.
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