MARCH. ON THE Down the canon of the street, Hear the muffled marching feet! Hear the thousand-throated hum, As the soldiers nearer come! Eagerly the people crowd : Faintly now and now more loud, While we listen, breathless, dumb, Comes the droning of the drum; Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, : Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika-tek tek tek. Marching down the western light, Bursts the column on our sight! Through the myriad golden motes Splendidly our banner floats! Then the sudden-swelling cheer, Voicing all we hold most dear, Wondrous, welling wave of sound, Till the whirring drum is drowned! Still our pulses beat in time To the rhythmic roll sublime: Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek; rika-tek tek tek. Now the marching men have passed. We have watched them to the last, Till the column disappears In a mist of sudden tears, Loves and hates before unguessed Tremble in the troublsd broast; Loves and hates and hopes and fears Waking from the sleep of years, At our country’s calling come, To the rolling of the drum: Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, lika-tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika-tak tek tek. So the night comes®on apace, Settles on each solemn face; While we pray with hearts of fire, While a wistful, wild desire Follows where the dangers are, Where the battles blaze afar — Till our heroes homeward come, And we hear the victor drum: Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika tek tek tek, Rika-tek tek tek, lika-tek tek tek. Rika-tek, rika-tek, rika-tek tek tek. a iB Be Be BoB 2B 2 Be EHOW CUANDPA CAME BY THE MEDAL, BY M.A. Al RTILES. FG IGT Ig IGN IgE IgE Fg Ig IgE gE Ng OS RE WOO WN VTE “What 2” asked Kent. : He had picked up from the floor a large silver medal that baby sister ‘had been biting with her, teethless lit- tle gums. “That? Why, it’s the medal that the United States government gave ‘me in 1851- ‘“We reached the bheach at last, though it seemed doubtful if the old horse that we had pressed into service would hold out to draw the cart to the end of the journey. ‘We saw that the ship had lowered in the water perceptibly during our absence and might go to pieces any moment. The men, however, were desperately holding on just about as we had left them. When they saw us they cheered, and this served to strengthen our resolution. We an- swered as well as we could, while we hauled the boat down to the water's edge and jumped in. It was more or less perilous launching a dory in such a sea, but by watching for a smooth instant we succeeded. ‘he current ran strong against us, and the heavy blew us down the shore. Bul we had made allowance for this in part by launching some dis- tance north of the wreck. Then, with faces set and muscles tense, four of us bent to the oars, while the other two were kept busy bailing the leaky craft. “The men on the vessel were silent now, watching our desperate efforts, While we were tossed like seaweed up and down on the roaring waves. Twice we were borne past them by the treach- erous undertow and swept a quarter of a mile down the shore before’ we Hateh’s house nothing better are | ‘Just ! | could recover ground, and twice we | stemmed the tide and wind and strug: gled back again to our course. ¢“ ‘Fetch her round this time,’ com- manded Jess, ‘er all’s lost.’ “Our strengthiwas well-nigh spent, “It's no use,’ cried Steve. “ ‘We'll be swamped if we get a | broadside,’ said some one else. | ‘They say ‘fortune favors the brave,’ and I think it may be so,for suddenly | our old dory seemed to careen and al- | most capsize and then, righting itself in spite of the waves, swept down | straight toward the vessel. The men | on board her, watching us as their last hope of life, becan to cheer heartily at this, and in a moment more our boat { was in the lee of the great hulk and | close under her bows. | “The sailorsbegan to clamber down ‘ from the rigging, watching the seas i and holding on all the time lest they should be swept away while reaching | the boat. Il “Jess shouted his orders to them as | they came in sight, leanin® over the | rail. By. his directions they found “and brought a coil of rope, one end of "which they with some diffieulty made | fast to ,the jib-boom, where it would have a good height above the water. {ff ‘Now, four of you erawl out and { lower yourselves on the rope. Boat {won't hold more than four at once,’ | Jess shouted. { “Those boys didn’t have to be told | twice what to do, like some boys I | know,” said grandpa, looking mean- i ingly .at Kent. “But, grandpa, do tell how you got back to the shore.” “Well, the men carried the coil of rope over into the boat, leaving the | end fast to the jib-boom,and we rowed { away,allowing the coil to unroil as we { went. This proved of great service to us in making the second trip after the other fonr men who were still left on the wreck. “We landed #the half-frozen crea- tures on the beach and charged them | to keep moving that they might not sink down and freeze in their exhaus- | tion before we returned. Now they | were on terra firma, they seemed coni- i pletely unnerved. | “Rowing back, partly held to our { course by the rope that we had made | fast shore, we soon reached the { wreck the second time. The other | four men were soon in the dory, and | with a little cheer at our success we | set out again for the shore. { ““But I cheered a little too soon for ! my part. For when we were about { half way in I stepped into a coil of {rope that was lying in the bottom of ! the dory and that had somehow be- | come twisted with the line by which i we were helping to guide her, which | the sailors had brought aboard. I was | thrown from my balance and the next instant found myself in the icy bil- lows. ‘““ ‘Ben's overboard — nab somebody called out. ‘Robert Jordan,at the risk of going over himself and of upsetting the | whole boatload of us, reached over be- fore T could be swept off and ‘nabbed’ me, indeed, as I struggled in the icy water. I was pulled in without upset- ting the boat, which was a miracle al- most, as she was overloaded, and the sea was like a yeasty tumult of bil- lows. They pulled me over the rail, dripping with brine, with very little ceremony. = “ ‘Got a “‘sousing’’ that time, didn’t ve, Ben? asked Steve, glad enongh that it was no worse. ‘Give him the oar or he will freeze.’” “Were you much scared?’’ asked Kent. He had been listening with breathless interest to ascertain if grandpareally got drowned, forgetting that he was at that moment telling the story. ‘Not so much as your grandma was an hour or two later, when. I told her about it, sitting by a hot fire in dry clothes, sipping hot ginger tea,’ an- swered grandpa. “And what did you do with the shipwrecked men, grandpa?”’ ‘An organization for the relief of sea, called the Humane society, took charge of them and gave them new clothes. They were then sent home by land. They lost everything they had, though, on the brig.” “And what became of the brig? Did she really go to pieces?” “Well, I guess she did? And we were none too soon making up our minds to attempt to rescue, either. It wasn’t 15 minutes after we left her before the ship settled against the sands and parted in the middle. Then the sea soon did the rest. The masts toppled over,and the rigging to which the men had been clinging went drag- ging over into the sea.” “Oh, let’s put'the medal away and keep it then, grandpa,’ says Kent, quite seriously. ‘‘Don’t let's give it to baby to play with any more. It might get lost. _ “All right. We will putit away. The time may come when you, my boy, will want to take it out and show it to your grandchildren, and tell them the story I have told to you—of how Grandpa Newcomb helped to save the crew of the brig Zilica.”— New York Ledger. oll him!" Dewey Not Heroic in Appearance. ‘In person Dewey is not the naval hero of popular imagination,’’ says L. A. Coolidge in McClure’s, ‘‘He is slight, of medium height, with finely chiselled face,and hair sprinkle d with Y . - » - grayy while Lis firmly set lips and clearfeye would mark himas a gentle- man‘and a man of the world While in Washington he was a clubman aud fond of society,one of those who rarely appeared after dinner except in even: ing dress; just the kind of a fellow,in short, that some have in mind when they inveigh against the ‘dudes’ of the navy who are pensioned on the government and haunt the drawing- rooms of the capital. He is quiet in manner, sparing and incisive in speech, courteous in bearing and de- cisive in action.” SERMONS BY EMINENT DIVINE. GOSPEL MESSAGES. Bubjeci: “Woman Wronged''—Lessons Drawn From the Conduct of Vashti, the Veiled=The Glory of Those Who Staunch the Battle Wounds, As Florence Nightingale Did. Text: “Bring Vashti, the queen, before the king withthe crown royal, to show the people and the princes her beauty: for she was fair to look upon. But the Queen Vashti refused to come.” —Esther i., 11, 12. We stand amid the palaces of Shushan. The pinnacles are aflame with the morning light. The columns rise festooned and wreathed; the wealth of empires flashing fromthe groves; the ceilings adorned with images of bird and beast, and scenes of prowess and conquest. The, walls are hupg with shields, and emblazoned until it seems that the whole round of splendors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty leaf of architectural achievement. Golden stars shining down on glowing arabesque. Hangings of embroidered work in which mingle the blueness of the sky, the greenness of the grass and the whiteness of the seca-foam. Tapestries hung on silver rings, wedding together the pillars of marble. Pavilions reaching out in every direction. These for repose, filled with luxuriant couches, in which weary limbs sink until all fatigue is sub- merged. Those for carousal where kings drink down a kingdom at one swallow. Amazing spectacle! Light of silver drip- ping down over stairs of ivory on shields of gold. Floors of stained marble, sunset red and oewht black, and inlaid with gleaming pearl... In connection with this palace there is a garden, where the mighty men of foreign lands are seated at a ban- quet. Under the spread of oak and linden and acacia the tables are’ arranged. The breath of honeysuckle and frankincense fills the air, Fountains leap up into the light, the spray struck through with rain- bows falling into erystalline baptism upon flowering shrubs—then rolling down through channels of marble, and widening out here and there into pools swirling with the finny tribes of foreign aqua- riums, bordered with scarlet anemones, hypericums, and many-colored ranunculi. Meats of rarest bird and beast smoking up amid wreaths of aromatics. The vases filled with apricots and almonds. The baskets piled up with apricots and figs and oranges and pomegranates. Melons taste- fully twined with leaves of acacia. The bright waters of Eulaus filling the urns und drcpping outside the rim in flashing beads amid the traceries. Wine from the royal vats of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles of tinged shell, and lily-«haped cups of silver, and flagons and tankards of solid gold. The music rises® higher and the revelry breaks out into wilder transport, and the wine has flushed the cheek and touched the brain, and louder than all other voices are the hiccough of the inebriates, the gab- ble of fools, and the song of the drunkards. In another part of the palace Queen Vashti is entertaining the Princess of Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus says to his servants: “You go and fetch Vashti from that banquet with the women, and bring her to this banquet with the men, and let me display her beauty.” The servants immediately start to obey the king’s com- mand; but there was a rule in Oriental society that no woman might appear in public without having her face veiled. Yet here was a mandate that no one dare dispute, demanding that Vashti come in unveiled before the multitude. However, there was in Vashti’s soul a principle more regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than the gold of Shushan, of more wealth than the realm of Persia, which commanded her to obey thisorder of the king; and so all the righteousness and holiness and modesty of her nature rise up into one sublime re- fusal.® She gays: “I will not go into the banquet unveiled.” Ahasuerus was in- furiate; and Vashti, robbed of her position and her estate,is driven forth in poverty and ruin to suffer the scorn of a nation, and yet to receive the applause of after generations, who shall rise up to admire this martyr to kingly insolence. Well, the last vestige of that feast is gone; the last garland has faded; the last arch has fallen; the last tankard has been destroyed: and Shushan is in ruin; but as long as the world stands there will be multitudes of men and women, familiar with the Bible, who will come into this picture gallery of God and admire the divine portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled, Vashti the sacriflece, Vashti the silent. In the first place, I want you to look upon Vashti the queen. A blue ribbon, rayed with white, drawn around her fore- head, indicated her queeniy position. It was no small honor te be queen in such a reaim as that. Hark to the rustie of her robes! See the blaze of her jewels! And yet it is not necessary to have place and regal robe in order to be queenly. When I ses a woman with stout faith in God, putting her foot upon all meanness and selfishness and godless display, going right forward to serve Christ and the race by a grand and glorious service, I say: ‘“I'hat woman is a queen,” and the ranks of Heaven look over the battlements upon the coronation; and whether she comes up from the shanty on the commons or the mansion of the fashionable square, I greet her with the shout, ‘All hail, Queen Vashti!”’ What glory was there on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or Elizabeth of Eng- land, or Margaret of France, or Catherine of Russia, compared with the worth of some of our Christian mothers, many of them gone into glory? or of that woman mentioned in the Scriptures, who put her all into the Lord’s treasury? or of Jeph- thah’s daughter, who made a demonstra- tion of unselflsh patriotism? or of Abigail, who rescued the herds and flocks of her husband? or of Ruth, who toiled under a tropical sun for poor, old, homeless Naomi? or of Florence Nightingale, who went at midnight to staunch the battle wounds of the Crimea? or Mrs, Adoniram Judson, who kindled the lights of salva- tion amid the darkness of Burmah? or Mrs. Hemang, who poured out her holy soul in words which will forever be associated with hunter's horn, and captive’s chain, and bridal hour, and lute’s throb, and curfew’s knell at the dying day? and scores and hundreds of women, unknown earth, who have given water to the thirsty, and bread to the hungry, and medicine to the sick, and smiles to the discouraged — their footsteps heard along dark lane and in government hospital, and in almshouse corridor, and by prison gate? There may be no royal robe—there may be no palatial surroundings. She does not need them; for all charitable men will unite with the crackling lips of fever-struck hospitals and plague-blotched lazaretto in greeting her as she passes: ‘Hail! Haill Queen Vashti!” Again, I want you to consider Vashti the veiled. Had she appeared before Ahasue- rus and his court on that day with her face uncovered she would have shocked all the delicacies of Oriental society, and the very men who in their intoxication demanded that she come, in their sober moments would have despised her. Assome flowers seem to thrive best in the dark lane and in the shadow, and where the sun does not seem to reach them, so God appoints to most womanly patures a retiring and un- obtrusive spirit. God once in a while does call an Isabella to a throne, a Miriam to strike the timbrel at the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette to quell a French mob, or a Deborah to stand at the front of an armed battalion, crying out, “Up! Up! This is the day in which the Lord will de- liver Sisera into thy hands.” the women are called to such outdoor work and to such heroic positions, God prepares them for it; and they have iron in Their soul, and lightnings in their eye, and whirlwinds in their breath, and the bor- rowed strength of the Lord Omnipotent in their right arm. They walk through Iur- on And when | naces as though they were hedges of wild flowers, and cross seas as though they were shimmering sapphire; and all the harpies of hell down to their dungeon at the stamp of womanly indignation. But these are the exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would rather make a garment for the poor boy; Rebecca would rather fill the trough of the camels; Hannah would rather make a coat for Samuel; the Hebrew maid would rather give a prescription for Nuaa- man’s leprosy; the woman of Sarepta would rather gather a few sticks to cook a meal for famished Elijah; Phebe would rather carry a letter for the inspired apostle: Mother Lois would rather educate Timothy in the Seriptures. When I see a woman going about her daily duty, with cheerful dignity presiding at the table, with kind and gentle but firm discipline presiding in the nursery, going out into the world with- out any blast of trumpets, following in the footsteps of Him who went about doing good—I say: ‘“This is Vashti with a veil on.” But when I seea woman of unblushing boldness, loud voiced, with a tongue of in- finite clitter-clatter, with arrogant look, passing through the streets with the step of a walking-beam, gayly arrayed in a very nurricane of millinery, I ory out: ‘‘Vashti has lost her veil!” When I see a woman struggling for political preferment—trying to force her way on up to conspicuity, amid the masculine demagogues, who stand with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes and pestiferous breath, to. guard the polls— wanting to go through the loaferism and defllement of popular sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons greasy and foul and vermin-covered, to decide questions ot justice and order and civilization—when I see a woman, I cay, who wants to press through all that horrible scum to get to public place and power, I say: ‘Ah, what a pity! Vashti has lostrher veil!” When I see a woman of comely features, ard of adroitness of intellect, and endowed with all the schools can do for her, and of high social position, yet moving in society with superciliousness and hauteur, as though she wouid have people know their place, and with an undefined combination of giggle and strut and rhodomontade, en- dowed with allopathic quantities of talk, but only homaocopathie infinitesimuals of sense, the terror of dry-goods clerks and railroad conductors, discoverers of signifl- cant meanings in plain conversation, prod- igies of badinage aud innuendo—I say: “*Vashti has lost her veil.” Again, I want you this morning to con- sider Vashti the sacrifice. Who is this that I see coming out of that palace gate of Shushan? It seems to me that I have seen her before. She comes homeless, house- less, friendless, trudging along with a broken heart. Who is she? It is Vashti the sacrifice. Oh! what a change it was from regal position to a wayfarer's crust! A little while ago, approved and sought for; now, none so poor as to acknowledge her acquaintanceship. Vashti the sacrifice! Ah! you and I have seen it many a time. Here is a home empalaced with beanty. All that refinement and books and wealth can do for that home has been done; but Ahasueruas, the husband and the father, is taking hold on paths of sin. He is gradu- ally going down. After awhile he will flounder and struggle like a wild beast in the hunter’s net—further away from God, further away from the right. Soon the bright apparel of the children will turn to rags; soon the household song will become the sobbing of a broken heart. The old story over again. Brutal Centaurs break- ing up the marriage feast of Lapithw. The house full of outrageand cruelty and abom- ination, while trudging forth from the palace gate are Vashti and her children. There are homes in all parts of this land that are in danger of such breaking up. Oh, Ahasuerus! that you should stand in a home, by a dissipated life destroying the peace and comfort of that home. God for- bid that your children should ever have to wring their hands, and havo people point their finger at them as they pass down the street, and say, ‘There goes a drunkard’s child.” God forbid that the little feet should ever have to trudge the path of poverty and wretchedness! God forbid that any evil spirit born of the wine-cup or the brandy-glass should come forth and uproot that garden, and with a lasfing, blistering, all-consuming eurse, shunt for- ever the palace gate against Vashti and the children. One night during our Civil War I went to Hagerstown to look at the army, and [ stood on a hill-top and lookel down upon them. I saw the camp-fires all through the valleys and all over the hills. It wasa weird spectacle. those camp-flres, and I stood and watched them; and the soldiers who were gathered around them were, no doubt, talking of their homes, and of the long march they had taken, and of the bat- tles they were to fight; but after awhile I saw these camp-fires begin to lower and they continued to lower, until they were all gone out, and the army slept. It was im- posing when I saw the camp-fires; it was imposing in the darkness when I thought of the great host asleep. Well, God looks down from Heaven, and H >» sees the fire sides of Coristendom and the loved ones gathered around these firesides. There are the camp-fires where we warm ourselves at the close of day, and talk over the battles of life we have tought and the battles that are yet to come. God grant that when at last these fires begin to go out, and con- tinue to lower until finally they are ex- tinguished, and the ashes of consumed hope strew the hearth of the old home- stead, it may be because we have Gone to sleep that last +1 :ep, From which none ever wake to weep. Now we are an army on the march ot life. Then we shall be an army bivounclked in the tent of the grave. Once more: I want you to look at Vashti the silent. You do not hear any outery from this woman as she goes forth from the palace gate. From the very dignity of her nature, you know there will be no vo- ciferation. Sometimes in life it is neces- sary to make a retort; sometimes in life it is necessary to resist; but there are crises when the most important thing to do is to keep silence. The philosopher, confident in his newly discovered principle, waiting for the coming of more intelligent genera- tions, willing that men should laugh at the lightning rod and cotton-gin and steam- boat and telegraph— waiting for long years through the scofling of philosophical school, in grand and magnificent silence, Galileo, condemned by mathematicians, and. monks, and cardinals, ecaricatured everywhere, yet waiting and watching with his telescope to see the coming up of stellar reinforcements, when the starsin their courses would fight for the Coperni- can system; then sitting down in complete blindness and deafness to wait- for the coming on of the generations who would build his monument and bow at his grave. The reformer, execrated by his econtempo- raries, fastened in a pillory, the slow fires of public contempt burning under him, ground under the cylinders of the printing- press, yet calmly waiting for the day when purity of soul and heroism of character will get the sanction of earth and the plaudits of Heaven, Affliction enduring without any complaint the sharpness of the pang, and the violence of the storm, and the heft of the chain, and the darkness of the night—waiting until a divine hand shall be put forth to soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and release the captive. A wife abused, persecuted, and a perpetual exile from every earthly comfort—walting, waiting, until the Lord shall gather up His dear children ina Heavenly home, and no poor Vashti will ever be thrust out from the palace gate. Jesus, in silence and answering not a word, drinking the gall, and bearing the Cross, in prospect of the rapturous consummation when Angels thionged His chariot wheel, And bore Him to His throne; Then swept their golden harps and sung, “The glorious work is done!” Where Coal is Dearest and Cheapest. Coal is dearer in South Africa than in any other part of the world; it is cheapest in China. [HE SHBBATH-SCHOOL LESSON NTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS FOR JULY (7, Lesson Text: “Elijah on Carmel,” I Kings xvlii., 30-40—Golden Text: I Kings xviii., 39=Commentary on the Lesson by the Rev. D. M. Stearns. 30. “And Elijah said unto all the people, Come near.unto me. And all the people: came near unto him. And he repaired the altar of the Lord that was broken down.” In the third year Elijah is told to go and show himself to Ahab and that the Lord will send rain. He is as usual obedient, and starts to seek Ahab, but on the way he meets Obadiah, a servant of Ahab, and commissions him to go and say to his mas- ter: “Behold, Elijah is here!” Obadiah in- forms him that he has been searched for everywhere, and that kingdoms and na- tions had been caused to take an oath that they could not find him. How securely hidden are all whom God hides! How gloriously safe are all whose lives are hid with Christ in God! (Col. iii., 3.) On be- ing assured that Elijah would surely show himself to Ahab. that day Obadiah goes to Ahah with the news, and Ahab starts to meet Elijah. Tbe result of the interview is that all Israel, with the prophets of Baal and of the groves, are summoned to meet Elijah at Carmel. They are to pro- vide two bullocks, and the prophets of Baal (450) will take one and Elijah the other and prepare them to be consumed by the fire that shall come from the true God, whether Baal or Jehovah, and the God that sends the fire iz to be acknowledged asthe true ~God. i 31. “And Elijah took twelve stones, ac- cording to the numberof the tribes of the eons of Jacob, unto whom the word of the Lord came, saying, ‘Israel shall de ‘thy name.” It was when Jacob was made help- less by having his thigh put out of joint that he clung in conscious weakness and ob- tained the blessing and the new name of Is- rael, Iis descendants were chosen that through them and their helplessness God might make Himself a name for the benefit of all Nations (II Sam. vii., 23; Isa, Ixiii.. 12 14). In theirdeliverance from Egypt, life ic the wilderness, crossing the Red Sea and the Jordan, it is the Lord alone who is scen working so marvelously in spite of their unworthiness, ‘And with the stones he built ap al. tar in the name of the Lord, and he made a trench about the altar, as great as would contain two measures of seed.” Elijah had but one motive —the glory of God—aad but one aim—to make Him a name. He knew and believed that he stood before God, and he cared nothing for the opinions of Ahak or all his people if only God was glorified. With great calmness therefore and quiet confidence we may imagine him building this altar in the name of the T.ord. See what wonders might be wrought through us if only we were willing to live in the name of the Lord (John xiv., 13; 14; xv., 16; xvi. 23. 24), 33. "And he put ihe wood inorder and cut the bullock in pieces and laid him on the wood and said, Fill four barrels with witer and pour it on the burnt sacrifice and on the wood.” This would entirely de- stroy any possibility of deception as to the source of the fire that was expected. < The wood is suggestive of the cross and the bullock of the burnt offering of Lev. i. and of Him who is the only true offering, the antitype of all saerifice, with the taking ot whose life buman hands had really naught to do except as God permitted. 34, 85. "And the water ran round about the altar, and he filled the trench also with water.” The second and third time was the sacrifice and altar deluged with water, un- til even the trench was tilled. How amazed the prophets of Baal must have been to ses such strange preparations! Did you ever try to kindle a five with wet weod? It not, you can hardly appreciate this situation, t is only when things are, humanly speak- ing, impossible that God really has oppor- tunity to show Himsalf. When Moses thought that the deliveranee of Israel from the hand of Pharaoh was a hopeless task, then God said, “Now shalt thou see what 1 will do” (Ex. vii, 1}. 36... ‘Lord God- of Abraham, Isaac and of Israel, let it be known this day that Thou art God in Tsrael and that [ am Thy servant. and that I have done all these things at Thy word.” Having made all these preparations and the time of the evening sacrifice having come, the servant of the Lord calmly looks up to heaven and talks confidently with his God. Ue says that he has done everything as God had told him. No the arrangements about the water was no thought of Elijalh's, but a command of God. Now he asks that God will accept and seal it all as His, that His great name may be known. It is only avhen we are walking with Him, self-sub- dued and fully agreed with Him about everything, that we can expect to see His name magnided. 37.. “Hear me, O Lord, hear me, that this people may know that Thou art the Lord God and that thou hast turned their heart back again.” All has been done that the people may know that Jehovah is the true God. This was the great aim of all God's dealings with Israel, that ail people of the earth might kuow the hand of the Lord (Joshua iv. 21). Oan we say that, as far as we know, we are living day by day simply that the band of God may he seen upon us to His glory? Is it our one aim that, regardless of what it may cost us or of how or where He may iead us, we want above all things the life of Jesus made manifest in us? (I Cor. iv., 1 3%: “Then the fire of the Lord sonsumed the burnt sacrifice, wood, and the stones, and the licked up the water tnat was in. the trench.” “Was there ever a fire like that? Ah, Lord God, there is nothing too hard for Thee! Water and even stones are as easily consumed by Thy fire as wood or flesh. How quickly the answer cams, and on Elfjah’s part there was no striving or wrestling, but a calm and holy confdence, Thus the fire came atthe dedication of the tabernacle and of the temple and on other oceasions (Lev, ix., 24; II Chron. vii., 1; Judg. vi.,, 21; I Chron. Xii.; 26) And I doubt not but that Abel's sacrifice was accepted by the sword of flam » touen- ing and consuming it. 39. “And when all the people saw it they fell on their faces, and they said, The Lord, He is the God; the Lord, He is the God.” How much they meant by their con- fession God knew, who read their hearts, and He knows just how much or how lit- tle we mean by our professions end confes- gions, May we have that truth in the in- ward parts which he so desires (Ps. li., 6). As the prophets of Baal were overcome, so will every one be who sets himself against God (Isa. ii., 11, 17; IL Thess. i., 7-10). May He now cast down every high and proud thing in or about us and subdue us wholly to Himself that we may magnify Him.— Lesson Helper. 32. 1.) fell and and the dust, and Dewey Reminded Him. When Dewey was First Lieutenant of one of the gunboats which Farragut used as a dispatch boat, the Admiral used often to come aboard and steam up near the levee to reconnoiter. The Southerners had a way of rushing wn field-piece to the top of the high bank! firing it point blank at the gunboat, and then backing down again. Upon one such occasion Farragut saw Dewey dodge a shot. “Why don’t you stand firm, Lieutenant?” said he: “don’t you know vou you can't jump quick, enough?” A day or so after the Ad- miral dodged a shot. The Lieutenant smiled and held his tongue; but the Ad- miral had a guilty conscience. He cleared his throat once or twice, shifts ed his attitude, and finally declared: “Why, sir, you can’t help it, sir. It's human nature, and there's an end to ite”