a Se N TACWGES SERMON THE SECRET PLACE OF THUNDER. The Sunday Sermon as Delivered by :" the Brroklyn Divine. . Text: “I onswered thee in the secret ¢ place pf thunder 2 —Psalms Ixxxi., 7. it is past midnight, and two o'clock in the morning, far enough from’ sunset and sune ae the darkness Jory thick, and the army in pursuit of the escapin Israelites are on the bottom of the Red ned its waters having been set up on either side in masonry of sapphire, for God can make a wall as solid out of water as out of granite, and the trowels with which these two walls. were built were none the less powerful be- cause invisible. Such walls had never before When Isaw the waters of the Red Sea roll- ing through the Suez Canal they were blue and beautiful and flowing like other waters, but to-night, as the Egyptians look up to them built into walls, now on one side and now on the other, they must have been frowning waters, forit was probable that the same power that lifted them up might suddenly fling them prostrate. A great lan- tern of cloud hung over this chasm between the two walls. The door of that lantern was ened toward the Israelites ahead, giving them light, and the back of the lantern was toward the Egyptians, and it growled and rumbled and jarred with thunder, not thun- der like that which cheers the earth after a drought, promising the refeshing shower, but charged and surcharged with threats of Mai dios > The Egyptian captains lost their presence of mins, and the horsesreared and snorted and would not answer fo their bits, and the chariot wheels got interlocked and torn off, and the charioteers were hurled headlong, and the Red Sea fell on all the hosti The confusing and confounding thunder was in answer to the prayer of the Israeliths, With their backs cut by the lash, and. their feet bleeding, and their bodies decrepit with the suffering of whole generations, they asked Almighty God to ensepulcher their Egyptian pursuers in one great sarcophagus, aa the splash and the roar of the Red Sea as itdrop to its natural bed were only the shutting of the sarcophagus on a dead bost. That is the meaning of the text when God says, ‘I answered thee in the secret piace of thunder.” Now thunder, all up and down the Bible, is the symbol of power. The Egyptian lague of hail was accompanied with this’ ull diapason of the heavens. While Sam- uel and his men were making a burnt offer- ing of a Jamb, and the Philistines wereabout to attack them, it was by terrorizing thun- der they were discomfited. Job, who was a combination of the Dantesque and the Mil- tonic, was solomnized on this reverberation of the heavens, and cried, “The thunder of His power, who can understand?’ and he challenges the universe by saying, ‘‘Canst thon thunder with a voice like Him?” and he throws Rosa Bonheur’s ‘‘Horse Fair” into the shade by the Bible photograph of a war- korse, when he describes his neck as ‘‘clothed with thunder.” Becauss of the power of James and John, they were called '‘ths sons of thunder.” The law given or the basaltic erags of Mount Sinai was emphasized with this cloudy ebullition. The skies all around about St. John at Patmos were full of the thunder of war, and the thunder of Christly triumph, and the thunder of resurrection, and the thunder of eternity. But when my textsays, ‘‘I answered thee {n the secret place of thunder,’’ it suggest there is some mystery about the thunder. Yo the ancients the cause of this bombard- ing the earth’ with loud sound must have oeen more of a mystery than it is to us. The lightnings, which were to them wild mon- sters ranging through the skies, in our time have been domesticated. We harness eiec- ricity to vehicles and we cage it in lamps, and every schoolboy knows something about the fact that it is the passage of electricity trom cloud to cloud that makes the heavenly sacket which we call thunder. But, after 3ll that chemisiry has taught the world, there are mysteries about the skyey reson- ance and my text, true in the time of the Psaimist, is true now and always will be true, that there (is some secret about the SR Se the church 1 and usefu y and In the course of two years, was no general awakening in that ch many such isolated cases of such unexpect: and unaccountable conversions took placa. The very people whom no one thought would be affected by such considerations were converted, The pastor aud the officers - tion th solu of this religious phenomenon. ‘Where is it,” they said, ‘and who is it and what is it? At last the discovery was made and all was explained. A poor old Christian woman standing in the vestibule of the church one Sunday morning, trying to get her breath again befora she went up stairs to the gallery, heard the inquiry and told the secret. 3 For years she had been in the habit of concentrating all her prayers for particular persons in that chygch. She would see some man or some woman present, and, though she might not know the person’s name, she would pray for that person until he or she ‘was Conv to Go All her prayers were for ‘that one person—just that one. he waited and waited for communion days to see. when the candidates for membership stood whether her prayers had been effect- ual. “It turhe i out that these marvelous in- stances of conversion were the result of that old woman's prayers as she sat in the gallery Sabbath by Sabbath, bent aad wizened and r and unnoticed. \ A little cloud of consecrated humanity hovering in the galleries. That was the secret place of the thunder. There is some hidden, unzuown, mysterious source of almost all the moral and religious power demonstrated. Not one out of a million— not one out of ten million—prayers ever strikes a human ear. On public occasions a minister of religion voices the supplications of an assemblage, but the prayers of all the congregation are in silence. There is not a second in a century when prayers are not ascending, but myriads of them arsnot even as loud asa whisper, for God hears a thought as plainly as a vocalization. That silence of supplication—hemispheric and perpetual— is the secret place of thunder. In the winter of 1875 we were worshiping in the Brooklin Academy of Music in the in- terregnum of churches. We had the usual greataudiences, but I was oppressed beyond measure by the fact that conversions were not more numerous. One Tuesday I invited to my house five old, consecrated Christian men—all of them gone now, except Father Pearson, and he, 1n blindness and old age, waiting for the Master's call to come up higher. \ These old men came, not knowing why I had invited them. I took them to the top room of my house. I said to them; “I have called you here for special prayer. Iam in an agony for a great turning to God of the people. ~ We have vast multitudes in atten- dance 2nd they are attentive and respectful, but I cannot see that they are saved. Let us kneel down and each one pray and not leave this room until we ars all assured that the blessing will come: and has come.” It was a most intense crying unto God. I said, “Brethren, let this meetin bea sacret,” ani they said it would be. That Tuesday night special service ended. On the following Friday night occurred the usual prayer meeting. No one knew of what had occurred on Tuesday right, bub the meeting was unusually -throngad. en accustomed to pray in pubilc in great com- posure broke down under emotion. + The people were in tears. There were sobs and silencas and solemnities of such unusual power that the worshipers looked into each other’s faces, as much as to say, “What does all this mesn?” ' And when the follow- ing Sabbath cams, although we were in a secular place, over four hundred arose for- prayers, and a religious awakening took place that made that winter memorable for time and for eternity. There may be in this building many who were brouzht to God during that great ingathering, but few of them know that ths upper room in my house on Quincy strest, where those five old Christian men poured out their souls before God, was the secret place of thunder. The day will come—God hasten it—when peopie will find out the velocity, the ma- jesty, the multipotencs of prayer. Webrag about our limited express trains which put us down a thousand miles away in twenty- piace of thunder. To one thing known about the thuuder there are a hundred things not known. Atter all the scientific batteries have bean doing their work for a thousand years to some and learned men have discoursed to tie utmost about atmospheric electricity and magnetic electricity and galvanic electricity and thermotic electricity and frictional siectricity and positive electricity and nega= tive electricity my text will be as suggestive 1s it is to-day, when 1t speaks of the secret lace of thunder. ° ' Now night along by a natural law there s always a spiritual law, as there is a secret place of moral thunder. In other words, the religious power that you see abroad in the church in the world has a hid- ing place, and in many cases it is never dis- aovered at all. I will use a similitude. I »an'give only a dim outline of a particular sas for many of the remarkable circum- stances I have forgotten. Many years ago there was a large churcn. It was character- iz>d by strange and unaccountable conver- s:ons. There were no great revivals, but individual cases of spiritual arres: and trans- formation. : A young man satin one of the frontpews. He was a graduate of Yale, brilliant as the north star and notoriously dissolute. Every- body knew him and liked him for his geni- ality, but deplored his moral errantry. ‘To please his parents he was every Sabbath morning in church, One day thers was a singing of the door-bell of the pastor of. that ~hurch, and that young man, whelmed with repentance, implored prayer and advice, and passed into complete reformation of heart and life. All the neighborhood was aston- iched and asked, “Why was this?” His father and mother had said nothing to him atout his soul’s welfare. . On another aisle of the samg church sat an old miser. He paid his pew rent, but was hard on the poor, and haa no inter:st in any philanthropy. Piles of money! And people said, “Whata struzgle he will Bave when he quits this life to pars with his bonds and mortgages.” One day he wrote to his minister: ‘Please to call ‘immediatzly. have a matter of great imnortance about which I want to see you,” When ths pastor came in the man could” not speak for emo- tion, but after awhiig he gathered self con- trol enough to say: “Ihave lived for this world too long. 1 want to know if you think I can be saved, and, if so, I wish you would tell me how.” Upon his soul the light soon dawned, and the old iniser, not only revolutionized in heart but Th life, be- gan to scatter benefactions, and toward ali the great charities of the day he became a cheerful and bountiful almonsr. What was the cause of this change? everybody asked, and no one was capable of giving an intelli- gEny answer. In unother part of the church sat, Sabbath by Sabuath, a beautiful and talented woman, who was a great society leader, Sho went to church because that was a respectable {bing to do, and in the neighbarhood where she Lived it was hardly respectablemot to go. ' Worldly was she to the last degree, and all her family worldly. She had at her house the finest termans that were ever danced, and the costliest favors that were ever given, and though she attended churen she never: 21liked to hear any story of pathos; and as to * “i peligious emotion of any kind, ‘she thought it positively vulgar. Wines, cards, theaters, rounds of costly gayety were to her the highest satisfaction. dom 0) | Oneday a neighbor sent in a visiting card, and this lady came down the stairs in tears and told the whole story of how she had not slept for several nights, and she feared she * yeas going to, lose her soul,and she wondered 4 if some.one would not game around-and pray with ‘From that time her entire de- Aneanor. was gad, and though she was ] on to.sacrifice any of her ameni- she consecrated her beauty. her “social position her family; her all to God and’ iness. Everybody said though there were on the lookout for the know it, and they fesl it, and they cannot get away from it. S : : Two funerals after awhile—not more than two years apart, for it is seldom: that there is more than that lapse of between father’s “going and mother’s golng—twe funerals put out of sight the old folks. But where are the children? . The daughters are in homes where they are incarnations of industry and piety. The sons, perhaps one a farmer, another a merchant another a mechanic, another a minister ol the Gospel, useful, consistent, admired, honored. What a power for good those seven sons and daughters! Where did they get the power? the schools, - and the seminaries, and th lleges? Oh, no, though these may have helped. From their superior mental endowment? No, I do not think they had unusual mental caliber. From ac- cidental circumstances? No, they had noth- inx of what is called astounding good luck. I think we will take a train and ride to the depot nearest to the homestead from which thoss men and women started. The train halts. Lat us stop a few minutes at the vil- lage graveyard andses the tombstones of the parents. es, the one- was seventy-four years of age and the other was seventy-two, and the epitaph says that ‘‘after a useful life they died a Christian death.” How appro- priately the Scripture Lastage cut on the mother’s tombstone, ‘She hath done. what she could.” And how baautiful the passage cut on the father’s tombstone, ‘‘Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord, for they rest from their labors and their works do follow them.” On over the country road we ride—the road a little Tough, for the spring weather is not quite settled, and once down ina rut it is hard to get the wheels out again with- out breaking the shafts. But at last we come to the lane in front of the farmhouse. Let me get out of the wagon and open the gate while you drive through. Here is the arbor under which those boys and girls many ears o used to play. But it is quite out of order now, for the property is in other hands.” Yonder is the orc where they used to thrash the trees for apples, sometimes bsfore they were uite ripe. There is mow where they hunted for eggs before Easter. There is the doorsill upon which they used to sit. There is the room in which they had family prayers and where they all knelt—the father there, the mother there and the boys and girls there. We have got to the fountain of pious and gracious influences at last. That is the place that decided vhose seven earthly and im- mortal destinies. Behold! Behold! That is the secret place of thunder. Boys are sel- dom more than their fathers will let them pe. Giris are seldom more than their mothers will let them be. But there come times when it seems that parents canhot control their children. There come times in a boy’s life when he thinks he knows more than his father does, and I remember now that I kpew more at fifteen years of age than I have ever known sinca. ] Thera come times in a girl's life when she thinks her mother is notional and does not understand what is proper and best, and the sweet child says, * ‘Oh, pshaw!” afd she longs for the time when she will not have to be dictated to, and she goes oyt of the door or goes to bed with pouting lips, and these mothers remember for themselves that they knew more at fourteen years of age than they have ever known since. But, father and mother, do not think you have lost your influence over your child. ou have are- source of prayer that puts the sympathetic and omnipotent God inté your parental un- dertaking. Do not waste your time in'read- ing flimsy books about the best ways to bring up children. Go into the secret place of thunder. At nine o'clock Wednesday morning, June 15 next, on the steamer City of New York, 1 expect to sail for Liverpool, to be gone un- til September. 1tis in acceptance of many invitations that I am going on a preaching tour. [ expact to devote my time to preach. ing the Gospel in England, Scotland, Ireland and Sweden. I want to see how many souls I can gather for the kingdom of God. Those countries have for many years belonged to my parish, and I go to sp2ak to them and shake hands with them. I want to visit more thoroughly than before those regions from which my ancestors came, Wales and Scotland. 7 But who is sufficient for the work I under- take? Iecall upon you who have g been my coadjutors to go into the secret place of the Almighty, and every day from now until my work is done. on the other side of four hours, but here is something by which in a moment we may confront people five thousand miles away. We brag about our telephones, but here is something that beats the telephone in utterance and reply, for Gud says, ‘‘3efore they call, I will hear.” e brag about the phonograph, in which a man can speak, and his words and the tones of his voice can be kept for ages, and by the turning of a crank the words may coms forth upon the ears of another century, but prayer allows us to speak words into the ears of everlasting remembrance, and on the other side of all eternities they will ba heard. Oh, ‘ye who are wasting your breath, and wasting your brains, and wasting your nerves, and wasting your lungs wishing for this good and that good for the church and the world, why do you not go into ths secret place of thunder. “But,” says some one, ‘‘that is 2 beautiful theory, yet it does ndt work in my case, for Iam ina cloud of trouble, or a cioud of sicknesf, or a cloud of persecution, or a cloud of poverty, or a cloud of bereavemeut, or a cloud of perplexity.” How glad I am that you told me that. That is exactly the piace to which my text refers. It was from a cloud that God answered Israel—the cioud over the chasm cut through ths Rd Sea— the cloud that was light to thz Israelites and darkness to the Egyptians. It was from a cloud, a tremendous cloud, that God made reply. It was a cloud that was the secret place of thunder. So you cannot getaway from the consolation of my text by talking that way. Letall the peopluunder a cloud hear it. ‘I answered thee in the secret piace of thunder.” \ This subject helps me fo explain som: things vou fave not understood about men and women, and there are maultitules of them, and the multitude is multiplying by the minute. Many sof them have not a superabundance of education. If you had their brain in a post-mortem examination, and you could weigh it, it would not weigh any heavier than the average. They have noc anything especially impressive in per- sonal appearance. They are not very fluent of tongue. They pretend to nothing unusual in mental faculty or social influence, but you feel their power; you are elevated in their presence; you are a better man or a better woman, having confronted them. You know that in intellectual endowment you are their superior, while in the matter of moral and religious influence they are vastly your superior. Why is this? To find the revelation of this secret you must go back thirty or forty or peraaps sixty years to the homestead where this man was brought up. It isa winter morninz, and tha tallow candle is lighted, and the fires are kindled, sometimes the shavings hardly enough to start the wood. Th: mother is preparing the breakfast, the blus edged dishes are on the table, and the lid of the kettle on the hearth begins to rattle with the steam, and the shadow of the industrious woman by the flickering flame on tha hearth is moved up and down the wall. The father is at the barn feeding the stock—the oats thrown into theshorses’ bin and the cattle craunching the corn. The children, earlier than they would like and after beinz called twice, are gatherei at the table. The blessing of God is asked on the food, ‘the family Bible is put upon the White tablecloth and a chapter is read and a prayer made, which includes all the interests for this world and the next. The children pay net mueh attention to the prayer, for it isabout the same thing day after day, but it puts upon them an impres- sion that ten thousand years will only make more vivid and tremendous. As long as the old folks livetheir prayer is for their chil- dren and the! hildren’s, children. Day i t ‘month in-and month otf, year and, the meal over, day nt. pr qar 9 ade in and decade out the sons “dauxhters of that family are remembered in earnest prayer; and a XN & ir E : granted to the poor —Chicago, Herald, ; Le Ls natch emoke, the sea, to have me in your prayers. In proportion to the intensity and continuance and faith of the prayers, yours and mine, will be thesresults. If you remember me in the devotional circle, that will be well, but what I most want is your importuning, your wrestling supplication in the secret place of thunder. y ; God and you alone mey make ‘me the humble instrumentality in the redemption of thousands of souls. I shall preach in churches, in chapels and in the fields. I will make ita campaign for God and eternity, and I hope to get during this absence a baptism of power that will make me of more service to you when I return than I ever yet have been. For, brethren and sisters - in Christ, our opportunity for usafulness will soor: be gone, and we sh pave our faces uplifted to the throne of judg- ment, before which we must give account. That day there will be no secret place of thunder, for all the thunders will be ont. There will be the thunder of the tumbling rocks. There will be the thunder of the bursting waves. There will be the thunder of the descending chariots. There will ba the thunder of the parting heavens. Boom! Boom! But all thaf dim and uproar and caash will find us unaffrighted, anil will leave us undismayed if we have made Christ our confidence, and as after an August shower, whan the whole heavens have been an unlimbersd battery cannonad- ing the earth, the fields are more green, and the sunrise is the more radiant, and the waters are more opaline, so the thunders of the last day will make the trees of life appear more emerald, and the carbuncle of the wall more crimson, and the sapphire seas the more shimmering, and the sunrise of eternal gladness the more em- purpled. The thunders of dissolving nature will be followed by a celestial psalmody the sound of which St. John on Patmos de- scribed, when he said, *I heard a voice like the voice of mighty thundering!” Amen! Escaped a Cloud Burst. Cab Lee, of the Amargosa Valley, tells of sleeping near the mouth of Fur- nace Creek canon one night years ago with a bug hunter, as the desert-tramp- ing scientists are called in camp. It was go hot that the bug huntsr could not sleep. About midnight he heard a roar- ing noise up the canon, Which, as it in- creased in volume, caused him to look up that way. To his surprise he saw, as hc supposed, the sky that appeared be- tween the canon walls grow suddenly white. At that moment Lee rolled over and the bug hunter asked him what ailed the sky. Lee gave one glance, and then yelled: ¢‘Cloud burst! Climb!” They scrambled up the steep wall just in time to save their lives. Lee thinks that the foaming wall of water that had whitened the sky was not: less than 100 feet high.—Goldthwaite's Geographical Magazine. means Serene emt. Prohibiting Marriaze. : The provisional diet of Btyria in Aus. tria has taken a very curious step back- ward in the direction of medieval legisla- tion by the passage of a law. prohibiting indigent people to marry without a lidense to: be issued by the authorities, ‘Whigh means that no licenses hall ‘ba “liver you out of my hands? “God (Job xix., 2527). “SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON FOR SUNDAY JUNE Bb ‘“The Burning Furnacs,” Daniel iii., 18~ 25. Golden Text, Isaiah xiii., 2. Commentary. 13. “Then Nebuchadnezzar in his rageand fury commanded to bring Shadrach, Me- shach and Abednego.” This Gentile king, to whom God gave the kingdoms of this world, and to whom also He gave the won- derful vision of chapter ii., has in the pride of his heart set up an image which he com- mands all people to worship. Ten times in this chapter it is spoken of as the golden image or the image which hehad set up. It is suggestive of another image to be sst up in the last days by an enemy of God, which men must eitaer worship or die (Rev. xiii., 15). Daniel's friends retused to worship the image which Nebuchadnezzar had set up, and therefore they are summoned to appear before the king. 14. **Do not ye serve my gods, nor worship the golden image which I have set up?’ This is the question asked of these young men by the man to whom it had been made known that “The God of Heaven had given him his kingdom, power, strength and glory” (chap- terii., 37). Yet his heart is so proud that he refuses to acknowledge the God of Heaven, but will if possible compel the servants of the true God to bow down to his false gods. 15. *‘If ye worship not, ye shall be cast the same hour into the midst of a burning fiery furnace; and who is that God tbat shall de- “Man that is in honor and understandeth not is like the beasts that perish” (V's. xlix., 20). Seo this man whom God honored, but who understands not, roaring like the lion from the pit against the servants of the Most High God, not knowing that they are under the care of a greater Lion, even the Lion of the tribe of Judah (Rev. v., 5). 16. **We are not careful to answer thee in this matter.” Or, as in the R, ow “We have no need to answer,” etc. The same word is translated ‘‘bave need” in Ezra vi, 9, and these are the only two places in Scrip- ture where the word is used. Young, in his concordance gives ‘‘think necessary” as the meaning of the word. The path of duty was so clear to these men that there was no need to wait for further light, no need of delay or argument. They knew God and would worship Him only. 17. *‘If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning firey furnace, and He will deliver us out of thine hand, O king.” We may not know if He will deliver us from this or that special trial, but we do know that He will be with us in the trial and that neither man nor devil can harm us. ‘**When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee” (Isa. xliii., 2. Perhaps this very promise was whispered to these men by the Holy Spirit. The Lord Jesus teaches us that we are not to fear persecution or imprisonment or even death, but that our great aim must be faithfulness to Him (Math, x., 28: Rev. ii, 10), We may say with the utmost as- surance, ‘‘The Lord shall deliver me from every evil work and will preserve me unto His heavenly kingdom” (IL Tim. iv., 18;. 17. “But if not, be it known unto thee,O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up.” Job said, **Though He slay me, yet will 1 trust in Him,” or * Wait for Him” (R. ., Job xiii., 15), for he knew that even though his mortal body might be destroyed, yet in his resurrection body he would see ) The apostles, sus- tained by the same blessed assurance, feared not the tace of man nor the threats of the rulers, but would testify of Jesus and the resurrection, ready to die for Him if need be (Acts iv, 19, 20; v., 20). These friends of Daniel were tempted to worship a golden image, but people are now tempted in this land to worship golden eagles and silver dollars and whatever will bring power or popularity, and how many professed ser- vants of God are without scruple bowing down to these, God only knows, Where are the Shadracks, who say without hesitation tothe world, the flesh and the devil, “We willnot serve thee.” Let us remember that TRELIGIOUS READING. *To whom we yield ourselves servants to obey, his servants we are whom we obey” (Rom. vi., 16). : ; 19-23. This is the account of the carrying out of the sentence of death against the faithful three. The furnace is heated seven times hotter than usual; the men are bound in their clothes and cast into the furnace; the fury of the beast is satisfied; the devil has done his worst to the servants of God, and a God of Love, and infinite wisdom, and all power has suffered it so to be. This is that which perplexed David and Asaph and Jeremiah, and is a stumbling block to mul- titudes to this day. We need to ‘learn that *‘Evil doers shall be cut off, but they that wait upon the Lord shall inherit the earth.” The wicked shall be brought into desolation as in a moment and utterly consumed with ter. rors; they shall be pulled out like sheep for the slaughter (Ps. xxxvii., 9; Ixxiii., 19; Jer. Xii., 1-3). When God permits the devil to touch His dear people it isonly that He may be glorified and greater blessing brought in due time to these tried ones. He desires us even here in this life to be conformed to the image ot His Son, and by all events of our daily life to be fitted toreign with Him over this earth in due time. Thus God maketh even the wrath of man to praise Him (Ps. Ixxvi., 10), 24, “Did not we cast three men bound into the midst of the fire? 'I'ney answered and said unto the king, True, O king.” His astonishment could hardly have been greater had he found himself in the torment where the rich man found himself immediately after death (Luke xvi., 23). He can hardly believe his eyes, for he had vainly supposed that no God could deliver out of his hands (verse 18). When menrage against God, He that sitteth in the heavens shall laugh (Ps. ii., 4; xxxvii., 13). The counsel of the un- godly shall come to nought, but the counsel of the Lord shall stand and He will do all His pleasure (Isa: viii., 9, 10; xiv., 24). 25, ‘He answered and said, Lo, 1 see four men loose and walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hurt; and the form of the fourth is like the Son of God.” Upon their bodies the fire had no power, nor was a hair of their heads singed, because they trusted in God (verses 27, 28). The only ef- fect of the fire upon them was to burn their bonis and set them free to walk with the Sou of God. This is the effect that all trials should have upon us; they should free us | from the bondage and entanglements of earth's allurements and make us more free to walk with Jesus. As these men cameout of the furnace on the other side of deathand judgment, the sentence having been fully executed upon them, so every believer in Jesus may be said to have suffered the ex- treme penalty of the law in the person of Christ, His substitute, and to be now on the other side of death and judgment as far as the penalty of the law is concerned, See John v., 24; Rom. vi., 6-11; 1I Cor. v,, 15, = The Lesson Hélper. Electric Logs. Electric “Logs” have been used in the United States naval service with some success. They record the speed of a vessel by trolling a small propeller behind it, the revolutions of which open and close a battery circuit. These breaks in the current are recorded by a suitable device, of which the scale 18 so graduated as to read the distance passed over in any certain time. This apparatus, while recording the speed between two points, is defective, as it fails to'give'it at wry moment of ob. servation.— Electricity, New York. «Teer 1s, good in all things.” Even /the deadly bacillus will excuse itselt from an atmospheré'of Cigarette. 3 ‘A LEGUND OF THE ROBIN. One brown bird with red-tinged breast settle - softly to its nest, i + Built where, swaying to and fro, twigs of ap- ple blossoms blow. : Nature’s sweetest rhymes are made in a gnarled o.d orchard’s shade, As white petals fluttering fall, rhyming with the robin’s call. When the Christ, old legends say, bore the woe of the last day, fea iy Though forespent with anguish great, none his dying thirst would sate. . 1 Then the silent air was stirred by the flight “of brown-winged bird : As in olivegardens nigh, broken cry. it had caught his And from stilly Bethel pool, one ssveet drop of water cool : In its beak the bird had caught, and with pitying love had brought. Down it settled, softly down, past the bitter, thorny crown; And to ease the fevered drouth, laid the cool drop on his mouih. > On its flight the brown bird's breast ’gainst the wounded hands were prest, Ever since the red drop’s stain o’er its tender heart has lain. When the apple blossvus stir, swift we hear : the brown wings whir, i Se And the bird with red tinged breast builds in all our hearts its nest. ; — [Lucy E. Tilley. ¢‘YE HAVE DONE IT UNTO ME.” “Ye have done it unto Me, ve have done it unto Me,” sang Jenny, one Monday morn- ing. “There, I'l. remember it this time sure. But, dear me, T'm- forgetting after all. The teacher said we must not. only leapn the words, but think of what they mean and try to do them.” «Jet me see, now,” and’ she pressed her chubby hands to her forehead; ‘‘teacher said: ‘If we gave a cup, of cold water to one of his little ones, for the Saviour’s sake, He would say, ye bave done it unto Me.) I don’t #’pose I know any of his little ones, but IlltryifI can find ’em.”’ "She ran into the kitchen, where, on the dresser she spied a large bowl, which was used to mix cake in. sii i “Ah!” thought she. “the Baviour 33 pleased if we give His little ones a cupful of water; He'll like a bowlful better still. Bridget, may Itake this bow a while?” Bridget, who was busy with her washing, did not.turn her head, but said: ~ Oh. yes; take what you like.” Jenny lifted the big bowl down very care- fully ; but how to fill it was the question. She uid not want to trouble Bridget; be- sides, she had an idea that she ought to do it all herself. A bright thought struck her; taking the cup that always hung on the pump, she fled it several times, and poured it into the owl. «It’s cupfuls after all,” she thought. It was almost more than she could carry without spilling; but she walked slowly to the front gate. There was no onein sight and Jenny set her burden on the grass, and swung on the gate while she waited. Presently, along came two little girls on their way to school. “Want a drink?” called Jenny. ¢Yes, indeed; it’s so hot, and I'm dread- ful thirsty. I’most always am. But how are we to get at it?’ laughing as she saw the great bowl. “Oh, I'll soon fix that!” and Jenny ran for the tin cup, with which she dipped out the water. . ft tastes real zcod,” they said, and kissed Ler as they ran off to school. The next that appeared was a short, red- faced Irishman, wiping his face with the sleeve of his flannel shirt, while an ugly dog trotted at his side. “He don’t look much like ‘one of the lite tle ones.” thought Jenny, doubtfully; but she timidly held out her tin cup. He eagers ly drained it, filling it again, and drinking. ¢ And it must be a blissed angel ye are, for it’s looking for a tavern I was, and now I won’t need to go nigh one of them. And shure, afther all, water’s better nor whiskey. Might I give some to the poor baste?’ pointe ing to the dog. Jenny hesitated ; she did not like the idea of having the dog drink from her cup or bowi. But the man settled it by pourin the remnant of the water into his dirty old hat, the dog instantly lapping it up. After they were gone, Jenny filled her bowl again.” But I can’t tell you now of all to whom she gave cups of cold water that bot day. But when she laid her tired head on her pillow that night, she thought— : «J wonder whether, after all, any of ‘em were His ‘little ones? ” And the dear Saviour, looking down, and seeing that the little girl bad done all that she could for His sake, wrote after her day’s work, ‘Ye have done it unto Me.” 18 IT TIME TO AWAKE? The J: apsnete Soysrnmant sent 4 commis- sion to Great tain to see about making the Church of England the state church of Japan; but, aftér careful investigation, an adverse report was rendered on the ground that “Christianity had not saved England from becoming a drunken nation.’ Alas! nor has it saved England and America from making other nations drunken. Let Africa stretch out her hands to God and bear wit- ness to the crimes of England and America, whose bottles of alcoholic poizon are in many places the only coin in which Europeans pay for the rich products of that tropical region, debauching whole villages, and blotting out tribes'by the whiskey-lighted fires of bell, There are seven million yonng men in America today, of whom five milion never darken a church door. That is, about seventy-five out of every hundred of these young men do not attend church. Ninety- five out of every hundred do not belong to the church, and ninety-scveen out of every onc hundred criminals’ sre young men, and ‘oung men are the chiet patrons of the sa- oon, the gambling house, the haunt of in- famy. It was noticed recently that into a single saloon in Cincinnati, and within a single hour, went 252 men, 236 of whom— or all but 16—were young men. = As a result the death rate increases from fourteen to twenty-five years of age; their evil habits reporting themselves in deterio- rated bodies and distempered souls, at the age when they should have attained their manly prime. The terrible statement is: made that three-fourths of the convicts in the penitentiary of Ohio, which we women loved to call ‘‘the Crusade State,” were once Sunday-school scholars, and an equally large portion of them are in prison because of crimes growing out of their intemperate habits. If this statement is correct, we know that it is not essentially different from the snowing that all our prisons make. Fifty-two Sundays in the year are devoted by the powers of darkness, through their emissaries, the 250,000 legalized saloons of the nation, te the production of intem- perance.—[Selected. Tt is sdid that Mr. Moody, in bis early days ‘in Chicago, was a regular attendant on the noon-day prayer-meeting. At one of these meetings, a rich brother rose and told those present of an opportunity to do a certain good thing if only three or four hundred oliars could be raised for tbe purpose, and | asked them to pray earnestly that it might be In an instant Mr. Moody &prang to’ his feet, and’ said: “*Brothér, T ‘wetldnt: trouble the Lord witha little thing like that; 1 swowld do. it .nyself) ‘mille i Welcome, | ; A STITCH IN TIME. ‘T;inen should be carefully inspected from time to ‘time before being sent to the laundry; and &fter a pieceis repaired it should be carefully washed and ironed, and laid aside until all the contents of the linen closet have been successfally scrutinized, used again and laundered. A break in linen is almost doubled im size, and is rendered much more diffi« cult.to mend neatly if the article is first place, and lastly startched and ironedi— New York Journal. TO COOK A YOUNG CHICKEN. Scalding water is too hot for younz chickens. Put in a pint of cold water to half a gallon of hot. When scalded, pick the chicken clean, taking off all the pin feathers. «Put it in a pan of cold water and wash off what feathers remain; then hold it over the flames and scorch off the hairs. When. ready to fry, put in the pan two spoonfuls of lard and one spoonful of butter. When hos, have the chicken’ cut up and well drained ; salt and pepper and roll the pieces in flour and brown them well on both sides, being careful not to burn them. Cover tightly and place on the back of the stove, with a very little = water, to steam a few minutes. Have ready one put of cream or milk, in which one spoonful of flour has been smoothly mixed. Take out the chicken and put the pan over the fire. Btir im the milk and flour, and this makes good gravy.—Boston Cultivator. . WORMS IN FURNITURE. A curious trouble which develops in furniture sometimes is the presence of a * worm gnawing in the wood. The same trouble may occur in a closet built in a house, or in any raw wood. . The best remedy for this trouble is to. paint the furniture and shzlves with a solution of colocynth. This can probably be ob-. tained from any-druggist. It is the pulp of the bitter cucumber, and is exceed- ingly acid to the taste, though not poisonous, except when taken in exces- sive quantities. If this cannot be ob- tained, get a preparation of quassia, which a housekeeper tells us will be equally useful. This trouble does. not arise from surfaces which are finished with. & coating of varnish or polish. The worm gets into ¢he wood from some under surface of the furniture which is left unfinished, and it is to these surfaces that the remedy should be applied. It may be put on with an ordinary pant brush, being careful to touch every por- tion of the undressed wood. A. corre- spondent wrote not long ago that she had a valuable bedstead in which she could hear a ticking noise, which was undoubtedly caused by a worm in the wood,—New York Tribune. Hon SWEETBREADS. : Sweetbreads are daily becoming more and more in demand, both to tempt the capricious appetite of convalescent ins valids and for dainty dishes on dinner, lunch or tea. While by no means diffie cult to cook, care must be taken to follow the directions for their preparation the | process being the same, no matter which of the reeipes is chosen. In selecting, the larger, plumper and more fleshy they are, the better. Put them first into tepid water, letting them remaii from fifteen minutes to half an hour, then set on the fire in cold water to which a little salt. has been added. As soon as the water begins to boil, pour it off and slip them into a pan of cold water until they are perfectly cold. This parboiling and chilling, which is termed blanching, makes them soft and white. Next re- move the pipe and the skin. For this purpose scifisors are better than a knife, (It is said that woman signalized her en- trance into the chemist’s laboratory by substituting the pitcher and the scissors for the bottle and the knife always used by man.) And as the sweetbreads are in pairs, cut them apart. Served whols | with white sauce, The sauce requires half a cup of milk, one tablespoonful of flour, and a piece of butter the size of an English walnut (allow the flour and the butter to each sweetbread.) Braid the flour and the butter together, let the milk come to a boil, stir in the flour and the butter, add a blade of mace, and let all simmer five or ten minutes. * The sweet- breads are simmered in this sauce uatil every tinge of pink disappears. They are kept in shape with the wooden toothpicks ——called toothpick skewers—used for fish and small birds. When thoroughly done, lay them on a dish, put a border of pars- ley round them and pour the white-sauce over and around them. The mace is, of course, removed before serving. Sweetbreads With Caulifiower—Cut the cauliflower into handsome pieces, blanch and trim the sweetbreads and lay them all in a deep saucepan. Fill two- thirds of the depth of the pan with water, season with a few blades of mace, pepper and salt. Let the whole stew for three-quarters. of an hour. To serve, place the sweetbreads in the center of the dish, arrange the caulifiower in a border, and pour the gravy—thickened with cream and a tablespoonful of but- ton and of flour rubbed together— over the sweetbreads. Sweetbreads With Tomato—Stew a quart of tomatoes until they are quite smooth—which will require about three- quarters of an hour—then rub them through a strainer so that you will have a smooth thick sauce. Have ready four sweetbreads, blanched and trimmed, Put them into a pan with the tomato, season with salt, pepper and mace or nutmeg. Add two or three tablespoonfuls of butter rolled in flour. Set the pan over the fire and stew until the sweetbreads are thoroughly done, which will be in ‘ about three-quarters of an hour. Before taking otf, stir in | the well-beaten yolks of two eggs. Serve with small pieces of fried bread placed in the dish with the ‘sweetbreads, and the sauce poured ove % I r—— re. A sohooiof Buddhism | in Paris, France, and its & been founded washed and wrung, then dried in a windyy =
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