Fatigue. Fatigue lowers all the faculties of the body. It puts a chasm between seeing and acting. It makes a break, somehow, between the message that come into the brain from the outside world and the mes- sages that go out. It destroys will power. Fatigue is a destructive agent like sickness and death. It is a condition which in the na- ture of things-we cannot avoid. But it is important to know how to deal with it if we wish to kdep bway from important blunders. of The only thing to do with Fatlghs is to get rid of it as: soon as possible. Import questions cided when one is York Press. fatigued.—New Women as Physicians. In the list of admissions to practice at the bar just made public there is cone woman among the more than 15) new attorneys.. Of the ninety-two doctors of medicine passed by the Stat> Board of Registration ten are woman. The alignment of the sexes in the sais to be turning in cf natural aptitude and sympathetic dzvelopment. The prac- tice of law is not a ccngenial occupa- ion for women unless in exceptional cases. Few have the temperament and the disposition to find in it happi- ness or achieve success. On the land the healing art offers to women a career in which their natural intuitions and their deli- cate perceptions constitute invaluable aids to science.—Boston Post.’ entire not direction +1 . ether cf a Kansas Chu The first graduate from the Kansas Unt y S8chcol of Law, Mrs. Ella W. Brown, is now pastor of the Congregational church at Powhattan, Kan., having ‘saken the courts for the ministry some years ago. She has had her past: for four years and has made a record for efficiency a minister of Gospel, as she also in the practice of law. Mis, Browa was ordained as a min- jster of the Congregationad church April. 1905, snd was called to the present past >» of the Powhattan church in th vear. No revivals have been held in her church since she took charge, but ‘6 has been a steady annual meombership and prope. The officers of Mrs. Brown's church are BE women.—Topéka Capital. Pastor urch. £ rate as did growtla in The Art art of 1 of Happiness. The ing pleased w ple with great are seldom happ world, great { Or gre seldom sat pl. TT} society leader, with miilic her command and the homage of iny men and women, rarely knows the happiness that comes unasked to the young wife or mother in humbler circles, says Home Chat. The possession of money decreases the power of enjoyment. A child gets more: pieasure out of a sixpenny toy than a re does from a thou- sand pount 1t, Sixpence has great- er value to 1 than a thousand has to the maire.. The joys of life belong ¥ little people—the quiet men and women who are satis- fied to live their own lives and make little mark the lives of others. It is in the p« »r of the least of us to be happy and to make others so. ypiness consists in be- little things. Peo- >alth or great power The leaders of the eat women, are ne An Intr By her intrepid journey of explora: tion across the almost untrodden wills of Labrador, Mrs. Leonidas Hubbard, a Canadian lady who has recently come to London, has once more demonstrat- ed the courage with which a fragile. gently nutured woman can brave hard- ships and Saher which might well daunt any man. For twelve years Miss Constance Gerdon-Cumming wandered over the earth from the ‘granite crags of California” to the ‘fire fountains of Hawaii,” climbing in the Himalayas and penetrating into the heart of Chi- na and Tibet Miss H. M. Kingsley explored the Cameroon regions and made herself quite at home abong fierce gorillas and fiercer cannibals. l.ady Baker, who was the first Euro- pean to sight Albert Nyanza, thought nothing of walking into the tent of an Arab slaver antl fetching out the cap- tives: while Miss Jane Moir, Mrs. Jishop, Mrs. Marshall and others also occupy honored places as explerers.— Washington Gazette. ep.d Explorer, Future Wives. A novel experiment in training girls to manage a home is to be made in London if the Education Committee of the London County Council adopt a scheme which has been submitted to them. The aim -<is to make the girls pro- ficient in the domestic duties they would have to perform as the wives of artisans earning from 28s, to £3 a week. In addition to washing, cook- ing and cleaning and the general man- agement of the home on a systematic basis, they would be taught how “to shop” in the most economical way. At the beginning of each week a certain sum would be set apart for rent, rates, clothing, insurance, travel- ing expenses, and for providing a fund for “a rainy day.” The remainder would be available for food and any little luxuries that might be possi: ble, says Home Chat, must not be-.de-: In order that the training may be as practicable as possible, it is neces- sary that the time occupied in attend- ing to baby in most homes should not be overlooked in the program of the experimental home. It is proposed each week, therefore, to undertake the care of a -child belonging to a work- ing class family in the neighborhood, and in this way the girls would gain further valuable experience. Every piece of furniture and every utensil would have the price paid for it marked on it, so that the girls might’ have an idea of how much each article can be bought for. A College Woman’s Philosophy. “If we could collect in one place at the end of the college life every visible result of the four years’ work,” said a serious young woman yesterday, who was graduated from well known col lege last June, ‘‘we might fancy for a moment that there was a great deal more in thos2 books and papers than there was left in our own minds; but; then, as we realized afresh all the ful- ness of college life we should feet that: the best things gained were not those: in the books and papers, but some- where else. This last thought - would be a much better one than the: frst, because the only right and place for everything that has been ac- quired is not within the narrow limits of notebooks, but present and ready in the daily thoughts, and so influencing them to affect continually the ac- tual life. as “The women—and the men,too—who use to the fullest that which they have although this may be little, are in- finitely wiser than they who go on accumulating and piling up informa- tion, with no coherent purpose nor with any definite plan,” continues this philosopher. “The trouble with a great many neople in this world is not that they are lacking in sufficient brains, but that they do not know how to use those they have. Waste is al- ways unintelligent; and it is the worst waste in the world to leave idle and useless the faculties which are capa- ble of being alert and helpful. That this is a tendency with womankind— even with college wemen—is only too well knowr. An ilustration in point is a comment of one of this year’s grad- uates: ‘When I went home in the spring vacation and heard my father talking about strikes and labor unions I tried to b2 intelligent and bring to the fore all my training in econonlics; but it was pitiful how much was in my note books and how little in my mind ready for use. “Disconnected facts are only good when they become significant, and they only become significant when they as- sume their proper places in the scheme of living. The wisest people are they who see life in its true proportion; they can trace the origin, the relation- ship and the meaning of events and results in their daily life, ‘and all things have a meaning for them. These people are not always the ones who have had the widest and best edu- cation; they arc often hampered by this very lack of mental training, but they are not willing to rest until they have found some answer {to their ques- tionings. Therefore they ponder and puzzle, put two and two together, un- til finally they begin to find answers and to interpret causes and results. They work out their own philosophy, which is, after all, the only philosophy worth having!”"—New York Tribune, achion Notes. Black bLrocades spotted with colored embroidered designs are seen again. The new silks show no departure from the soft, thin texture of last sea- son, iffon weight of velvet is quite a weave as thin and soft The ch distanced by as gauze. silks brilliant combina- and striped effects are Among the tions of color conspicuous. The open-mest linens arc the newest weaves and much liked for jumper dresses. Scarfs of chiffon or. liberty are twice passed around the waist and tied in a great bow in the back. One thing that women too often for- get is that there is a becoming and an unbecoming length for the sleeve. Those who wear scarfs with their tailored shirt-waists will have the pin and the link buttons match in design. The long cuff with the puff at the top of the arm is one of the new and sane sleeves seen in fashionable gowns. Among the stunning getups seen at a recent fashionable lawn party was a rose colored linen embroidered lav- ishly and a leghorn hat trimmed with pale blue and white feathers. A tall woman with a sleeve that looks as though it had started for the wrist and given out before that point had been reached has the look of hav- img either out-grown her clothes or run short of material. A gray mousseline de soie gown worn by an elderly woman at a wed- ding was trimmed with a sort of drawn work and fringe and was almost en- tirely covered by a long coat of gray embroidered net. The hat was trimmed with poppies. are No Hurry. Father—Jchn, the sun is up; come, get out of bed! John—That's all right, dad. The sun's got farther to go than I have.— Philadelphia Inquirer. proper. THE PUL®PIT. AN ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY THE REV. A. B. SIMPSON. Subject: The Gospel of Tears. New York City.—The famous head of the Christian Alliance, the Rev. A. B. Simpson, on Sunday preached a notable sermon, having for its subject “The Gospel of Tears.” The texts were: Jesus wept.—John 11:35. And when He was come near He beheld the city, and wept over it.— Luke 19:41. Who in the days of His flesh, when He had offered up prayers and sup- plications with strong crying and tcars unto Him that was able to save Him from death, and was heard in that He feared.—Heb. 5:7. Who has not wept? Weeping we begin life as helpless babes and, amid the tears of mourning friends, we pass out to the grave. Tears are the badges of sorrow. -How can they be the expression of the Gospel, the glad tidings of great joy and divine love? And yet redemption has trans- formed the curse into a blessing and made a rainbow of our tears. “Jesus wept.” This little phrase, the shortest in the Bible, has more in it than all the books that man has written. A’ sihgle drop of ink could write it, but all the world could net contain its depths of love. It tells me that my Redeemer is; human. Tears are human and the tears of Jesus proclaim Him my Brothér and my Friend. He is the great heroic Head of our fallen race. One has come to us who is “bone of ‘our-bene” and “flesh of our flesh” and has the right to represent us; who is able to.right our wrongs and recover our lost heritage of happiness and blessing. ‘When God determined to save this fallen world, He did not send some mighty angel. He did not come in His own awful deity; but He stooped to become a man that He might meet us in a gefitle human form of which we should not be afraid: How the Roman Catholic clings to the tender sympathy of the virgin mother, but we do not need even woman's oer ness to introduc® us to the Father’ heart; for Jesus Christ, our Henly has a heart both of woman and of man. He has bezsn an infant child like us. He has traversed every stage of the pilgrimage of man from the cradle to the grave. He has been everywhere that we have been. He has felt everything that we can feel. He knows our nature. He bears our name. He wears our humanity. And for evermore the Head of this uni- verse, the King of Kings, the Lord of angels shall be a Man like us, our Friend “that sticketh closer than a brother.” Oh, what a gospel of comfort we find in the humanity of Christ. You can come to Him to-nignt as would to the gentlest friend, the most intelligent father, the noblest man vou ever knew; and though we have sinned and gone far astray,-“He is no* ashamed to call us brethren.” They tell us that He is able to sym- pathize with our sor He wept thesa tesars for others. He two breaking hearts before Him. felt their agony! He groaned in spirit and was troubled and at last He broke down altogeiher and buist into a flood of tears. How we thank Him for those tears. This salvaticn -is not all for the yearly gates, the streets of goid and the glorious Heaven that is coming bye and bye. - We need a lot of it down here in this broken-hea world amid our poverty and pain, our sickness and deaib,our broxen friend- gning, our wrecked homes, our wrongs and sorrows and, thank God, He has it for us. He has experienced it and He has not forgotten it and still in His heavenly home we are told “He is able to be touched with the feeling of our infirmities.” He was a child and has felt every childish sorrow. He had the hard struggle to support His mother at Daath and He knows all about ard work and hard times. He was co and scorned and He under- stands the sense of wrong and sting of insult. He was deceived, betraved and murdered and there is no wrong or insult can come to us that He has not borne and is still ready to bear for us. Yes, He has felt the awful weight of sin, for there was an hour wien He sank under His Father's wrath in punishment for the sins of men.-— He knows the cloud of spir- itual darkness. He knows the weak- ness and agony of death and He ‘is with us in it all. Blessed Friend, how, we thank Cod for Christ and wnat a gospel of love and sympathy and help speaks to us through the tears of Bethany. ? The tears of Jesus tell us that He understands our danger, our destiny and our estate. He shed those tears over the grave of Lazarus. They meant much more than a sense of be- reavement. He was not weeping be- cause He had lost Lazarus. Heo was not. weeping because the sisters at Bethany had lost their brother. He knew that Lazarus was coming forth again in a little while and that the sorrow would be forgotten in the glad reunion. Oh, no, He saw deeper than that. He saw in the grave of Lazarus every grave that had been opened and filled through earth’s forty cen- turies and tha* would be filled in’ the twenty centuries that have passed since then. He saw all the horrors and agonies of the battlefield, the ocean wreck, the lingering deathbed, the scourge of famine and pestilence and the ravages of the king of terrors with the millions and billions of vic- tims that he has smitten in the past six thousand years; and as He saw it all, realized it all, and the vision loomed in iurid horror before His Omniscient eye, He realized the fear- ful curse of sin and His heart broke down in agony and Sorrow. Nay more, He saw a sadder sight. He saw a deeper grave. He saw the sternal grave beyond all, that we be- aold in death. He saw the death that aever dies; the fire that never is juenched; the yawning gulf of end- less woe into which the sinful soul must sink forever. It was the sight >f that horror that had brought Him from Heaven to earth. It was the thought of man perishing in ever- He lasting darkness that had made Him | you? rted- glad to live and suffer and die, and as it all rose before Him as through a glass in the tomb of Lazarus “Jesus wept.” Oh, that we might realize it as Ie did. Did Christ o'er sinners weep And shall our tears be dry? Christ never thought or spake of eternal punishment in cold, hard words. He did it with a breaking heart. He did it with tenderness and tears, but none the less He did it; for none. knew so well as He that eternal sin must bring eternal hell and that all we know and fear of death is but a paradise eompared with that second death— *..%®2 2 = whose pan Oxtlasts the fleeting bh: what eternal horrors hang Oh, a the second death. The tears of Jesus tell us of His atonement. He did not come down to earth fo weep in helpless sorrow but to rise in almighty strength against our - oom rand rescue. us from it. - When Hercules came to the place where the helpless virgin lay bound upon the rock and the dragon was coming tqQ devour her, her parents and all around. were frantic with tears, but Hercules cried, “This is no time for tears; this hour is for res- cue,” and he slew the dragon and saved the maiden. So Jesus came, not merely to weep but to help, and by His own tears and His own agony and His ewn blood to meet our peril and our penalty and save us from eternal sorrow. And so we read of another instanca of His tears in Heb. 5:7. These were the tears of Gethsemane and the an- guish of His passion. These were the tears that we deserved to shed. These were the pains that we dessrved to suffer. But as:our great Substitute and Sacrifice, He bore our sins in His own body on the tree, and having paid the penalty and satisfied the claims of justice, He comes in the glad message of the Gospel to an- nounce our pardon -and salvation. O Christ, what burdens bowed Thy head; Our load was laid on Taee; Thou stoodest in the sinner's stead, Didst bear all sin for me; Jehovah lifted up His rod, O Christ, it fell on Thee: Thou wast sore stricken of Thy God, Thy bruising healeth me. Hindu mythology has a. stra tale typical .of the atonement, story of a dove pursued by a hawk until in desperation it flung itself into the bosom of Vishnu, one of their deities. But the hawk demanded sat- isfaction, declaring that the dove was her lawful prey and that Vishnu must 10t enly be merciful to the dove but just to its claims. Then Vishnu, hold- ing the trembling dove in her bosom, bared her breast and bade the hawk devour of her own living flesh as much as would compensate for the dove, while all the time the dove lay fluttering there and knowing the fear- ful cost of her deliverance. Yes, wa are safe within His bosom, but oh, the cost to Him. “He saved us, Him- self He could not save.” He wipes sway our tears, but in order to do this He had to weep when there was no eye to pity and no arm to save. Don’t you think the least that you could do would be to thank Him and give Him your heart, your love, your graceful tears? We have yet one more picture, Luke 19:41. He was entering Jeru- salem from Olivet. He had just tiirned that point where the whole city suddenly bursts upon the trav- s view. As He gazed upon it in its singular beauty, there arose be- hind the scene another vision that a few years later was to fill all that valley: a city besieged, cruel Roman legions around on every hill top, the narrowing cordon of destruction, a breach at last in the walls of defense, the breaking in of the brutal con- gueror, the strests running with blood, the Temple rising in smoke and flames, the shrieks of mothers, maidens and little children in the cruel grasp of the conqueror, and then, a long. train of captives going forth to distant lands while behind them lay a plowed field of desolation where once their beautiful city had been. And as He saw it all and how it might have been prevented if they had only received Him, He cried, “If thou hadst known even now in this thy day the things that belong to thy peace, but now they are hid from thine ? was too. late; but nge the eyes.’ It even yet He had for them His tears. These tears tell us of Christ's com- passion. They tell us how He longs to save. They tell us that He is here to- nigat with infinite pity and power to wipe away your tears, to wash away your sins and make you happy and holy through His love. But they tell us also that if you re- fuse and reject Him, there may come a time, there will come a time, when He can do nothing for you but weep. They tell of a judge before whom vas brought for punishment his old- est -friend. As he stood up to pro- nounce the sentence’ upon him, the memory of their boyhood days to- gether came upon the judge's heart with overwhelming. force -and he broke out in fioods of weeping. “My friend,” he said, “how can I, by a single word, consign you to a felon’s cell and a life of banishment from home and friends and all that earth holds dear? 3ut I am a judge and must be just. Why did you force me to do this thing?” And they wept to- gether, but it was too late to save him from his fate. From that scens of weeping, he went forth a doomed, ruined man to spend his days in fruit- less tears. Oh, sinner, beware! lest some day on the Throne of Judgment you look in the face of a weeping Saviour and hear Him say: “How often would I have gathered you even as hen doth gather her brood under her wings and ye would not. Oh, that thou hadst known the things that belong to thy peace, but now they are hid from thine eyes.” Separated, Man Dwindles. Separated from God, man dwin- dles; he is nothing. He was made to have -magnitude and be in flood, by having great inspirations roll under hint and through him. Existing in mere selfhood he cannot push himself out any way to be compleie as from, himself. There is nothing, in shout, but religion, or the life in God, that can be looked to for the compleiicn cf a soul.—Horace Bushnel : : 3 her : 3 The Material Dalue of Friendships What a Boon te Our Weaknesses ! § Nothing But Friends—Yet How Rich ! a a To we Ey O. 5. Marden. of mel pmpeomnivg) Feddddttd T UST think of what it means to have enthusiastic friends al- —_— # ways looking out for our interests; working for us all the % time, saying a good word for us at every opportunity, sup- porting us, speaking for us in our absence when we need a friend; shielding our sensitive weak spots, stopping slan- ders, killing lies which would injure us, correcting false im- pressions, trying to set us right; overcoming the prejudice created by some mistake or slip, or a first bad impression we made Ain Sscme, silly movement—who are always doing something to give us a lift. or help up ‘along! = What sorry figures many of.us would™ cut but for our friends! What. marred and scarred reputations most of us would have but for the cruel blows that have been warded off by our friends, the healing balm that they have ap- plied to the hurts of the world! Many of us would have been very much poorer financially, tco, but for the hosts of friends who ‘have- sent us customers and clients and basiness, who have always turned. our way everything they could. Oh, what a boon our friends are to our weaknesses, shortcomings; our failures generally! How they throw over our faults, and cover up our defects! Was there ever such capital for starting in business for oneself as plenty of friends? How many people, who are now successful would have given up the strugie in some great crises of their lives, but for the encouragement of some friend which has tided them over the critical plage! How ‘barren and lean our lives would be if.stripped of all that our friends have done for us! If you are starting out in a profession, and waiting for ciients or patients, what more profitable way of occupying your spare time than in ct iltivating friendships? If you are just starting cut in business, the reputation of hav- ing a lot of staunch friends will give you backing, will bring to yeu customers. It has been said that “destiny is determined by. friendship.” It would be interesting and. helpful it could analyze cessful people, and ipo who have Leen highly honored by their and find out the secret cf their success. . : 2 <2 <r &o our idiosyncracles and a mantle of charity the lives of suc- fellow men, we BIG eye Forgive Your Daughter Her Pity for You 3 Ey Winifred Black. AS she come home from school, the girl of your heart? How Coes she look to you, with her new frocks and her new way way of dressing heir hair, and her new manner of speec h and new little tricks with her eyes, and her funny little of kindly patronage toward everything in the old home? Dear girls! I never know whether I want to laugh or to 8 6803800055 cry when I gee them patronizing mamma and approving of 00000006000 papa and the ordinary, everyday members cof the ~ family who haven't been away to boarding school to live by special permission. What a serious thirg life is to them just now! If mamma sheuld wear white gloves when black ones were the thing the whole firmament ought to fall to keep in tune with the horror in daughter's miserable mind. And papa; old fashioned he is..and where did he get that jay way of wearing his hat? The maid who sets the table in the old-fash- ioned dining room means well enough, probably, but what would the GIRLS say if they should see her passing the bread in an old-fashi )ned bread plate instead of a new-fashioned ba sket? Don’t laugh at daughter. 8000009000 00900000CO air ® how It’s all very real to her, the PORE. little world of queer conventions she’s built up around herself. When she’s a little elder and a little wiser she'll know that nothing really matters except what people mean when they do things. The things themseives are not of any great account. : Don’t take her too seriously, either. Bear up under it if vou suspect that she's just a Httle bit ashamed of you because you say “Just think” instead of “Only fancy.”’She’s your own little after all, and some day when she wakes up from this queer little dream she’s living in, you and she will have the time of your lives langhing over this summer that came near to making vou some really serious heartaches. Girls will be girls, you know, just kittens will all, what a stupid, presaic, matter-of-coarse old world it dear. delicious, foolizh, funny, pathetic Things to love, after American, girl, be kittens. And, after would be without the all!—New York as 2 ££ RoR Ter AR 2 YC How to Speak Correctly Ey John D. Barry. ep 2p YC educated people, too, r that follows g. And 4 Re ANY for oxample, fairly well den’t Fnow how to prouounce the lette as for spelling the name of aitch, some of these people would be astonished to hear that letter had a name. The [otter that follows v is frequently pronounced as if it were double-yer, instead of double-u. A fault, often noticed 2% among sihgers and actors, is the oiving of a fictitious value to the letter 1, which it sound very like the [Italian =t liquid double-l. Say the alphabet aloud, and when you have finished, ask yourself if every letter would be perfectly distinct and intelligible to any one who might be listening. Here lies the fundamental principle of all speaking; every element of every spoken word should be distinct and intelligible. In repeating the alphabet each letter ought to make a perfect escape from the lips of the speaker. Does it make such an escape wlien you say it? Do send it out vigorously? Watch yourself as you speck each letter and see what happens to it. If it gives yeu the sense of hanging about your lips, or if it does not yrate itself from you, or if it drops into your throat, say Try to think of it as being outside your- thinking of it in this way, if pecpie, the makes you again and will it to go boldly out. self, as a thing apari. When you succeed in : veu don’t care for words, or if you have never thought about them, you will have taken the first step toward the mastery of good speech. To speak well; vou must love words and their elements. You must love individual letters.--- Harper's Bazar. a & & I To sly rss spot, Spirit of Beauty By Henry W. Parker. P74 who are vorily awakened to the great words of truth the universe daily becomes a sublimer miracle. or unfolds its they are dis- of Him who where- p O those } and beauty, p) Not a summer cloud sleeps in the blue air, 1 pure fullness, cr melts in the distance, but p solved in a luxury of contemplation and think é -us the glory of cloudland p ever we are, and when all around us ig tame- coososaad ¥ wearisome Not a landscape lies dreaming in the Te sunshine, and slowly expands itself to the passing gaze, but they are intoxicated with a more fiery sense of beauty until their vision often swims with tears of gratitude for existence, and the heart is ready to break with wei ght of blesedness. Their souls overflow with the “glory of the sum of thing Every flower that 'coks up, and every star that looks down, smiles to Hein the smile of God; and every stream that dim- ples away, or thistle-seed that floats in the ncontide, bears them onward to limitless seas of thought and joy. 4 L < 4 < 4 spread above LOO HOLL & VOovIYvoYe b
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