Published, Semi-monthly, by the Executive Committee of the FAITH BY WILLIAM H. BURLEIGH, Our eyes see dimly till by Faith anointed, the cause that I knew not I searched out."-Job xxix. 12, 16. NEW YORK, MAY 2, 1864. artist-son, Cropsey, has rendered the west side of the hall very attractive. The booths in this department are named Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter; and flowers, grain, fruit and leafless vines, glittering with ice, (of the artist's creation,) overhang them. These terminate in an "Alhambra," at one extremity, and "Cockloft Summer-house" at the other. In the latter place, admirers of Washington Irving find much to interest them; portraits and photographs of him, his autographs, manuscripts and writing-desk, also his printed works on sale. Coming down the steps of this miniature hall, the eye is caught, if it be evening, by the fiery words, "New York Fire Department Fund," ," "Union," and an eagle, that glow (by means of a gas-fixture) over the opposite table of the Fire Department and the devices suitable to distinguish it from all others. But let us thread our way through the crowd to the floral temple, which occupies the centre of the room. Its pillars are evergreen, and its unfailing supply of flowers and plants keeps the air fresh and fragrant; birds warble their sweet notes from cages hanging within. There is music in the gallery, too, and as you lift your eyes upward, they are caught by the wilderness of red, white and blue flags that IN attempting to convey to distant readers, hang in luxurious profusion from the walls Let us press on, in patient self-denial, Accept the hardship, shrink not from the lossOur guerdon lies beyond the hour of trial, Our Crown, beyond the Cross. For the Advocate and Guardian GLIMPSES OF THE METROPOLITAN SANITARY FAIR. who were not so fortunate as to attend the great fair opened in this city on the fourth of April, a pen sketch of some of its attractions, we find it difficult to decide what to say and what to leave unsaid, so many objects of interest in its numerous departments pass in review. But if you, kind reader, will accompany us, we will go first to the grand hall, in the Palace Gardens, in which are many stands, stalls and booths, elegantly and abundantly furnished by loyal ladies and citizens, chiefly of this city. But Ohio has also brought rich gifts, and Massachusetts, through New Bedford, "ocean offerings;" Connecticut is represented by Norwalk; New Jersey, through the skill of her and ceiling. Step this way a moment, and examine this eagle, skillfully wrought by deft hands from the hair of Pres. and Mrs. Lincoln, Secretaries Chase, Seward, &c., &c. By paying one dollar you can have the privilege of inscribing your name in a book which is to be presented with the eagle to Pres. Lincoln. Hundreds of people have already done so. If now you wish to purchase any hardware, dry goods, boots and shoes, India Rubber goods, clothes-wringers or sewing machines, stationery, porcelain or glass, perfumery, jewelry and silver-ware, or tobacco, soap, &c., you can do so. Let us on to the Picture Gallery, where are Whole No. 693. many sketches, landscapes, portraits, photographs and busts by our first artists. The largest, and to us, most interesting picture, is Leutze's "Washington Crossing the Delaware." The cold, half-congealed look of the water through which the boat, bearing Washington and his Aides-de-camp, is slowly finding its way amid blocks of floating ice; the ice forming on the prow of the boat and the dripping oars, the snow powdering the hats of the party, the pallor of the invalid's face, are all marvels of skill in detail and coloring. Church's "Heart of the Andes " and "Niagara," with its ethereal bow spanning the mist; Gignoux's Winter View of the Great Cataract; Bierstadt's "Rocky Mountains," a sketch of an Indian encampment in a delightful valley through which a river winds, and where the grass is soft and green, and tall trees cast their cool and pleasant shadows; and many other gems grace the gallery. "Exit" is in large letters over one of its doors, and passing through it, we enter the shipbuilding department, where are several life-boats and models of vessels of different kinds. Thence we go into the machinery room, where are knitting, braiding, type-setting and distributing machines, burglar-proof doors and windows, curious pumps, steam-hammers and engines. But here is a department that differs widely from all the rest. A few Indians, belonging to a friendly tribe, volunteered their services to aid in the great object of the Fair. Upon a platform, in a large room hung with the skins of the deer and buffalo, they appear, in their strange costume, and go through their green corn, squaw, feather and war-dances, and afterward bring forward their bows and arrows for sale. The Restaurant is specially attractive, being arranged with skill, taste and system, highly creditable to the committee having it in charge. We visit the trophy-room. What thoughts of strife, and danger, and death, the old torn flags that cover the walls suggest. Here is the gray coat worn by Ellsworth when the death, ச bullet pierced his heart; there Washington's secretary which he carried about with him during the Revolutionary war. A suit of clothes worn by him, also a coat of Gen Jackson hang from the wall. That gold-headed cane once was owned by sage Dr. Franklin. Yonder is an old knight's heavy steel armor. Swords and pistols, new and old, shot and shell, whole or in fragments, torpedoes, a huge Parrott gun, &c., &c., in turn invite attention. But do not fail to see the "living trophy," brave, unassuming Sergt. Plunkett, who lost both his arms at Fredericksburg, while bravely bearing on the colors under which three standard bearers had already fallen. In the old curiosity shop we find a nugget of gold valued at $41,000; the court-dresses of some of our ministers to foreign countries; precious relics of Sir John Franklin's expedition found by Capt. McClintock, far north on Prince William's Land; and a Japanese mermaid, which having been seen by one who is in the habit of humming the sweet air set to ""Tis the voice of the mermaid, as she floats o'er the main." will be apt to divest it of its charm. A cast of Napoleon's head, taken after death, is an impressive sight that will not soon escape the memory. We will not forget the widow's mite, the dollar a poor widowed mother and sister could not spend, because it came home in their wounded and dying son and brother's torn wallet. They gave it to the Fair through their pastor, and already sixty dollars have been offered for it. There are rare old books and costly, and those of later date in abundance in the bookstore. There are the furniture, dress-making, hair-dressing, millinery, and photographic departments; the mineralogical collection; the restaurant, and dining-saloon. Hastening through these, we go to the Union Square building erected expressly for the occasion. The outside is unpretending, but the moment one enters the well-guarded doors, the involuntary exclamation is, "Beautiful!” The silk flags that hang from the beams, with the highly decorated stalls beneath, give a gorgeous look to the scene. The fountain in its centre, whose numerous jets cross each other and plash together into the broad basin below, the snowy cups and glossy leaves of the calla, which catch or bend beneath the mimic shower; the mossy bank encircling it, into which are set budding and blooming plants and shrubs, all appeal to one's sense of beauty and harmony. This is the International Department, and here loyal Americans, resident in England, and Switzerland's liberty-loving sons and daughters, vie with those of Pennsylvania, and Hartford, and various other Relief Associations in votive offerings for the comfort of the brave defenders of the country they and we love. "Pro patria," and "Un pour tous, tous pour un," are the principal loyal and loving mottoes seen. "To the right" we pass through the long corridor to the Children's Department. Here the children take the precedence of the older people; here they give concerts, recitations, tableaux; here are toys, sweetmeats, dolls, and books without number; here the work of children of charitable institutions and public schools; the pictures on the walls and windows are for the delight of children's eyes. We turn to the music room. Here are harp, organ, piano, melodeon, and various other musical instruments generously donated to the Fair, even the "spinet" of our grandmothers' times is here. There are also many photographs and busts of distinguished composers and performers to be seen. The Knickerbocker kitchen comes next in order, and is quite attractive. Here an ancient colored fiddler scrapes the antique violin by the fireside, while Dinah and her numerous colored sisters prepare "lunches and teas" for their high-bred and quaintly-dressed mistresses and their guests. We glance into the Park at the great steel bell, the pretty Jersey cottage, and the self-propelling swing, sent as contributions to this great enterprise; buy a "Spirit of the Fair, only ten cents!" of the ever present and wellbehaved newsboys; take one last, fond, lingering look at the beauty so wonderfully evoked and so soon to disappear, and go home with a store of pleasant memories we shall often delight to recall in the future. The following paragraph appeared among the items noticed in the "Spirit of the Fair," of the 16th inst.: One of the most interesting, on some accounts, of the stalls in the Fair, is that devoted to Charitable Institutions. It is in the Children's Department, Union Square building, and is furnished by the inmates of the various charitable institutions and asylums for the unfortunates, whose welfare is felt to be a public care. The frequent use of the hall for musical and other entertainments has a tendency to prevent the sale of articles at the various stands in this department. Patronage is, in consequence, in a great measure diverted to other parts of the building. For many reasons this is unfortunate, and particularly in the case of the stand under consideration. The articles for sale here represent probably a greater devotion than in almost any other department of the Fair. The donors, in some cases, have exhausted all their means to set forth the display of this stand. The little children of the Home for the Friendless have given every penny-three hundred in all-that they have received since Christmas, with the exception of one apiece; a nest egg, we are sure, for future accumulations, that will be as freely given whenever a worthy object shall present itself. But perhaps the most touching of all is a collection of amulets, or lamplighters, of colored paper made by the smallest of them. They could do no more, but this mite of theirs is one of the most suggestive and noble of the many gifts collected at the Fair. These lamplighters are put up in five cent bundles, and there are $18 worth of them. With the humble offering came the following letter: HOME FOR THE FRIENDLESS, 32 E. 30th St. "The children of the Home for the Friendless take great pleasure in donating their free-will offering to the Fair, for the benefit of the Sanitary Commission. They feel a deep interest in the welfare of our suffering soldiers, inasmuch as over sixty of their boys are now engaged in this conflict for freedom and the Union, they therefore give their three hundred pennies, with their best wishes for the success of the Metropolitan Fair, and speedy restoration of peace to our beloved country. They also send twelve boxes containing thirty packs of lamplighters, made by their own hands, to give light to all who buy them. Sent by vote of the Home children. Mrs. R. P. PENFIELD, Children's Secretary." The institutions that have contributed to furnish the stand are the Deaf and Dumb Asylum, Blind Asylum, State Lunatic Asylum, Bloomingdale, Hebrew, and Colored Orphan Asylum, New York; Wilson Industrial School and the Home for the Friendless. Five little girls belonging to the Brick Church Mission School, prepared a doll with a complete set of dresses, which is for sale for $10. For the Advocate and Guardian. SOLDIERS' TEARS. BY MRS. WM. MOWBRAY. A FEW days after the attack by the rebels on the Federal pickets at Limestone depot, as small detachments of the brave, but incautious advance guard returned through various pedestrian routes into town, one of these, a youth, not more than seventeen years of age, seated himself by our gate, awaiting his comrades who had gone inside for breakfast. I could see from the window that he was weeping; resolved to learn the cause of his sorrow, I went down to the gate and talked to him. He said that it was contrary to orders for the men to go into the houses of citizens, and that he himself never did so. I then asked him why he wept or what cause he had for tears. "Oh, plenty of cause," he replied. "My brother was killed in yesterday's fight near Jonesboro." Poor fellow! He had then plenty of cause indeed for tears; and while gazing on the large drops rolling over his noble, expressive countenance, I felt it was the duty of his country and of every good citizen in it to help dry those tears. One day, whilst visiting at a friend's house, I was introduced to a wounded officer belonging to the army of the Cumberland. He was lying on a sofa in the hall. The weather being extremely warm, this place was preferred on account of his wound, which was very much inflamed. He had been reading a letter when we entered, it dropped upon his breast. There were tears in his eyes, but he tried not to shed them. Just then the mistress of the mansion came in and told us audibly that the letter was from his friends at the North, bringing tidings of a daughter's death, a girl six years old, and that, although he had several sons, he had no longer any little daughter" to pray for him." At this allusion to his sad bereavement the veteran covered his eyes with his hands, but was not able to hold back the tears, for they came leaping through his bronzed fingers like glistening jewels. "To pray for him?" Alas, no! He had no longer any little daughter to do this, but we should do it, and not leave it either to Sundays or fast days, but pray for our noble soldiers alway. They are fighting our battles and defending our homes, and the least we can do is to think of them and bear them on our hearts at a Throne of grace as well as award them the respect and sympathy they so dearly earn and so well deserve. Why should the men whom Providence honors as instruments of a great nation's defense, be victimized in their feelings, families, fortunes, and lives without those for whom they make such sacrifices, being even convinced of their existence, much less of the magnitude of their sufferings? How many thousands 'among us are engrossed in narrow, selfish speculation, forgetful, perhaps knowing not, that the reason why they may continue to do so, thus unmolested and undisturbed from day to day, is because these brave fellows are shedding their blood and tears to hold fast closed the floodgates of fire and sword, rapine and devastation which a pitiless insurgency would pour across the land. For any now to affect indifference to the history, progress, or issue of this war, is not only culpable, but absurd; there is now no neutral ground left to stand on, all must soon sympathize actively and join some way or other in the vital struggle to save the ship in which their better interests are embarked. Yet how often is common sense shocked with such expressions as the following. "Going to have more sanitary fairs, eh?" "How will the money be applied ?" don't ask me about the war! have no time to read newspapers, so much else to do." "Where is the army of the Potomac ?" "Wonder what all this recruiting is about?" A visit from the rebel General Forrest would awaken such people effectually, or could they realize the import of such tears as are above described, shed for a lost brother, father, child, or wife. They would be more thankfulf or their own limbs and lives, if they remembered that these are permitted to them because others were found to fill the breach in their stead; yet this is their only gratitude-a cruel affectation of indifference. Is it just that the soldiers should leave a comfortable home, loving wife and prattling little ones, that he may spend weary months on the tented or battle-field, and then return to find himself homeless, wifeless and childless through our neglect ? Perhaps he was а prisoner and could not transmit the needful supplies, and so his family had to perish. Oh! shame and sin, that while he was defending our homes, we took no care of his. That young wife has lost the strong arm that lately was her guard. The youthful maiden is no longer shielded by a brother's presence, ought there not to be Vigilance Associations in every town, city and neighborhood, whose business it would be to watch over those thus left without natural guardians. Let none say, "Am I my brother's keeper?" but practice rather the beautiful sentiment of the apostle, "Look not every one on his own things, but also on the things of others." Give your prayers, your time, and your money willingly to the great work of saving the nation, it is God's work, and if you would escape the curse of Meroz, come to His help against the mighty. THE following article presents a list of London charities, many of which are similar in kind to sundry institutions in New York. Among those named that do not exist here, and yet are imperatively needed, we notice a "Samaritan free Hospital for women and children." We are glad to learn that such an institution is contemplated, and that the preliminary steps are being taken by parties competent to the undertaking, and with encouraging prospects of success. -Ed. LONDON CHARITIES. THE announcements in a single number of the London Times, dated in January, and not fuller than usual of such notices, that we know of, is calculated to afford an enlarged idea of the amount of associated effort for the relief of suffering, and the prevention of crime, in London. That city is somewhat larger than NewYork, and we accordingly do not intend to make any comparisons; but an intelligent and benevolent curiosity may doubtless be gratified by a glance at what the charitable and publicspirited are doing in the great metropolis. Of course, there can be nothing like a complete view of the subject from the point of observation which we take, thus casually. We judge that, from this point, we can see but a small part of the field, from which, however, we are led to draw a highly favorable conclusion as to the manner in which it is occupied throughout. First in the order which the announcements observe in the columns of the Times, we find "Arneway's Charity," whose business is described as that of lending money in sums not exceeding two hundred pounds each, to poor occupiers, or traders resident within the bills of mortality of the metropolis and certain parishes, at £3 per cent. per annum. "Prowde's Charity" follows, announcing the distribution of the annual income applicable to poor, necessitous, and fit subjects of charity, who, however, in this case are required to prove their descent, lineally or collaterally, from the testator's ancestors-a rather curious provision, but doubtless in accordance with the maxim that charity begins at home. Next follow the advertisements of the "St. John's Home Training Institution for Nurses;" the "Society for the Relief of Widows and Orphans of Medical Men;" the "London Orphan Asylum," which advertises admission for fifty orphans; the "Asylum for Fatherless Children," which announces the election of some fifteen candidates for its charity; after which comes a more pretentious benevolence, being a "Military Female School for the education (at a reduced cost) of the daughters of necessitous officers of the army." The "Charing Cross Hospital " next earnestly requests donations of old white rags; and the "Royal Free Hospital" states that funds are "urgently required." The "Metropolitan Free Hospital," the "Central London Ophthal mic Hospital," the "Hospital for Sick Children," the "London Homoeopathic Hospital," the "Samaritan Free Hospital for Women and Children," follow each other in regular succession with urgent appeals for assistance to carry on their charitable works. The "Hospital for Consumption and Diseases of the Chest" states that the number of applications is unusually large, filling up all the extra beds, and therefore additional subscriptions are asked for. The Secretary of the Royal Infirmary states that many thousand poor sick little children receive medical relief from that institution, and makes a strong appeal in their behalf. The "National Hospital for the Paralyzed and Epileptic," the "Cancer Hospital," free to all poor, the "Royal Hospital for Incurables," the Asylum for Idiots, the "St. Pancras Industrial School, and Refuge for Destitute Boys," the "Refuges for Homeless and Destitute Children," (three in number,) the House of Charity, Soho Square," the "Field Lane Night Refuges for the Homeless Poor," the "Ragged School Union," the "George Yard Ragged School," and several other advertisements of the same description follow in another column. Some of the announcements seem calculated to strongly move the hearts of the charitable. The "Providence Row Night Refuge for Homeless Women and Children" states that 45,000 nights' lodgings, with suppers and breakfasts, have been given in that institution to the desitute, who would otherwise have had to pass the nights in streets or under railway arches ; and that 500 nights' lodgings, with suppers and breakfasts, are thus regularly given every week. "The poor from all parts of London are admitted, the only condition being that they are homeless and starving. Taken together, the different institutions furnish relief on a truly catholic system. One institution announces its mission to be the care of the "virtuous but friendless." Another, that of the "friendless and fallen." The "Girls' Refuge" takes destitute girls from ten to sixteen years of age, and trains them for domestic service. The "Rescue Society " maintains two hundred and fifty young women and children, thus rescuing them from an almost inevitable career of shame and crime. The result of this partial review of London charities must be a conclusion that a great and good work is being done, although almost all the institutions appeal for aid. This, however, all such institutions need, and need constantly. -Journal of Commerce. IMMENSE IMMIGRATION FROM EUROPE.-Immigrants are arriving in New York at the rate of more than a thousand a day. On Monday nine vessels arrived at this port from Liverpool, Bremen, Hamburg, and London, bringing more than four thousand emigrants, besides several hundred cabin passengers. Of these two thousand eight hundred took passage at Liverpool, and one thousand and seventyeight came from Germany. The English papers for some time past have commented upon the unusually rapid emigration from Ireland, and the enormous passenger lists of the Liverpool packets show that their statements were not exaggerated. As the successive shiploads arrive, the emigrants are shot out upon our wharves, and any morn ing an enormous concourse of new foreign faces may be seen clustering around the emigrant depot on the Battery. For the Advocate and Guardian. WHAT IS THE CAUSE OF THE WAR? WE ask this question not in reference to the means by which the war was brought about, but to the reason of it, or the design of God in permitting it. And we answer that we believe the cause is to be found in no one, but various sins, of some of which many individuals are already convinced; and some may have hardly yet been thought of by any of us. Of the former class, perhaps, is the sin of extravagance, of which alone we would now speak particularly. By extravagance we mean not our expenditures compared with those of others. We may indulge in more ornaments and luxuries than other people, and not as far as some; but the proper measure of duty and responsibility with us is not the practice of others, but the teachings of the Bible; for we profess to be a Christian nation, and the great degree of Gospel light diffused throughout our land renders us, as a people, peculiarly accountable. The church, especially, ought to observe, with watchful care, the principles of our holy religion; and these principles as including, not only the doctrines we profess, but the rules by which we should live; both certainly, having their necessary foundation deep down in the heart, in the possession of that "faith which worketh by love." Now what are the teachings of the Gospel relative to the subject before us? It teaches us to do to others what we would that they should do to us. And what, think we, ought others to have done to us, had we been born among the heathen, and the blessings of Christianity been given to others instead of ourselves. Or if our lot had been cast in the less-favored portions of our own land if we had been reared in communities where there was little or no religious instruction, what then would we wish others to have done for us? Professed disciple of Christ, suppose you had lived till now without a knowledge of the true God, and of the Saviour whom you believe you love, whether bowing down to gods of wood and stone, or entirely devoted to the things of this world and regardless of your soul's concerns, what would you that Christians should then have done for you? Does it seem to you right that those to whom the Gospel has been given should withhold the knowledge of it from those who have it not, when by denying themselves all useless indulgences they might each do considerable towards giving it to the whole world? Do you say that what you could do, as an individual, is so little, that it is hardly worth your while to take any care, or use any economy for the sake of doing it? But, whoever you are, you may do enough to be, with the blessing of God, an instrument in the conversion of one soul. And would not the knowledge that you had saved a soul repay all your care and self-denial? But that one individual may be the means of the conversion of many others, and your doing what you can, this sin; and do not look with little concern on the multitude around you who are rush humbly and prayerfully, may result in the You One part of the fruit of the Spirit" is W. For the Advocate and Guardian. AGED SINNERS How hard it is to reach them! how dif ficult to arouse them from their indifferent, apathetic, seemingly dead condition, to an interest in that land beyond the grave whither their unconscious steps are so swiftly tending. It is sad to see the little children who have reached that point where the mind can distinguish the right from the wrong, careless of the laws of the great Creator, and thoughtless of the love that makes the path of duty, the way of happiness and peace; but it is passing sad to meet any old pilgrim whose long journey has all been in the broad road that leads to destruction, and whose heart appears to have shrunk and withered until there is no more a spark of the divine life in it. And yet there is hope even for such: God be praised! The grain that lay dormant for three thousand years in the ancient pyramids, sprung up green and beautiful when placed in the bosom of the earth, where the sunshine and the showers fell upon it. And so can the showers of God's grace and the sunshine of His love invigorate these old, and shrunken, and apparently lifeless hearts, if they will but put themselves under so blessed an influence. Let us supplicate our Heavenly Father for the aged sinners who need some strong hand to take them from the Egyptian darkness, and bring them under the action of God's marvelous light and truth. Then shall we see them lifting up their renewed souls towards the skies, and praising Him who out of death bringeth wondrous life! F. B. S. For the Advocate and Guardian. GOOD AND EVIL. "THE evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones." PROVERBS are regarded, by many, as the concentrated wisdom of ages and are often quoted as decisive authority in case of doubt. Still, they are but half truths. They are compendious expressions for principles which are fitted to peculiar times and places. They are not of universal application, hence they are often opposed to one another. Take for example the two following: "Be not penny wise and pound foolish ;" and in contrast to this; "Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves." These apply to different occasions. Scriptures contain similar antithetic directions. For example, "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do with thy might ;" and again, "Let your moderation be known unto all men." Both commands are highly appropriate when rightly quoted. The Bacon, in his "Antitheta," has contrasted many beautiful maxims. They stand like hostile armies arrayed against one another, yet both classes are doing battle for the truth. The quotation placed at the head of this article has a show of truth in it, yet it accords far less with facts than that other apothegm from the same poet: "How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a naughty world." Evil lives, oftener execrated than commended. Evil dies, too, "amid her worshipers." The good that men do does not die. Men will not let it die. Envy itself is subdued by death. When men have paid the debt of nature, we forget their misdeeds and speak only of what they have well done. "Virtues before despised adored become, And graces slighted blossom on the tomb." We sympathize with martyrs for liberty or religion. The muse of history honors them; poetry gives them immortality. We honor, in our heart of hearts those who fell at Thermopyla and Marathon; but their foes are only seen, in this remote age, by the light that blazes from the funeral pile of those who died for their country. So the martyrs of religion are held in everlasting remembrance, while the names of their revilers are forgotten. Every school-boy can tell who John Huss and Jerome of Prague were, while the best-informed historian knows not the names of those prelates that compassed their death. Luther is a household word; his persecutors are unknown. Tyndale perished at the stake by command of Henry VIII., praying earnestly amid the flames; "Lord, open the eyes of the king of England." "His ashes flew, no marble tells us whither," but his memory blooms in perennial beauty; while the brutal tyrant that doomed him to die, is remembered only to be detested. We venerate the names of Cranmer and Rogers as witnesses for Christ while we remember Mary "of red hot memory" only as an unnatural monster who committed to the flames in five years two hundred and seventy-seven of the disciples of Jesus. Go back still farther in the history of the church. Recall the deeds and appalling death of Herod, the king. He sought the death of the young child Jesus, but failed to compass it. By what other event do we remember him but the slaughter of the innocents? There was a humble publican who recorded that cruelty. He also wrote down the beatitudes. Now, while the memory of the wicked has literally "rotted," and would have been forgotten, had not that despised publican incorporated it in his simple history, Matthew still teaches; still preaches the gospel, still repeats the precious words of Him who said, "Follow Me." He goes forth every day to testify of Christ; his words are read on every continent. One hundred and fifty different languages repeat them. Every family, in Christendom, knows them by heart; or may know them, if they love the truth. Herod, the king will become more odious, Matthew, the publican will become more honored through all time and through all eternity! E. D. S. THIS beautiful world was a sad one to ONE summer morning early, When the dew was bright to see, Our dark-eyed little Charlie In a tree, so tall and high, On the topmost bow 't was swinging, "Mamma, the robin's praying, And the angels standing by, Away up in the sky." "My child, God is no nearer All covered in my bed, Mother's Jour. WHICH IS WORSE?-I was thinking yesterday, as I walked behind a lame boy, how sad it is to be lame. To limp when others walk, to be left behind when others run, to walk apart from the busy throng alone, to pass through days of pain and nights of weariness, to be pitied, or to be scorned-ah, it is a sad thing to be lame! Just then, across the street, I heard loud talking and laughter. I looked and saw another boy, limping too, or staggering, not lame, but drunk. My feeling for the lame boy changed at once. He needed my pity so little, after all, and the drunken boy so much. The body will be dropped off by and by. Death will relieve the lame boy of his poor, imperfect body. In heaven he shall be perfect as the angels that stand before our Father, not lame. But the soul lives forever, and a stain upon that is a fearful thing. Christ's blood alone can cleanse it. "It is better for thee to enter halt into life than having two feet to be cast into hell."-Child at Home. |