and busy with ourselves, that we shall have less disposition to be critical. And when we find, as we certainly shall, how hard it is to keep ourselves from falling, we shall be less harsh with those of like passions and subject to like deflections.

We must judge others, too, by God's rulenot according to appearances but judge righteous judgment. It is a proverb as comforting to the humble heart as it is falsely soothing to the proud, that "God is more merciful than man." Let us weigh circumstances as He does, and judge an individual from his own standpoint, rather than from ours.

"For as many as have sinned without law shall also perish without law, and as many as have sinned in the law shall be judged by the law." "The servant who knew his Lord's will and prepared not himself, neither did according to that will, shall be beaten with many stripes. But he that knew not, and did commit things worthy of stripes, shall be beaten with few stripes. For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required."

Perhaps the individual we dislike may not be, in the sight of God, half as culpable or unlovely as we ourselves are; for while, in default of moral culture, he does not know his course to be wrong, we do know our own defects, but make no attempt to improve.

For the Advocate and Guardian. THE BLACKBERRY PARTY.

AWAY on the mountain-side, a blackberry party paused to watch the effect of light and shadow on the distant hills. It was a quiet, grey day, when everything seemed hushed in the high land, whither they had gone. They

were withdrawn from the noise and excitement of their ordinary life to this sweet region of trees and mossy rocks, where they could watch the cloud islands floating in the sky, and dream over the soft tints of the magical range of misty slopes.

A fringe of blackberry bushes engrossed the children of the party, with purple-stained fingers, they were filling baskets to the brim, bending down rough branches to seize the

less while they saw a rude bed, whereon was stretched a wounded soldier, so racked with pain that his cheeks were pale and his eyes closed. The older hearts grew very sad, too, as they were reminded, even in this sequestered spot, of the cruel war, The little boy and the mother tried to lift the son from his couch, one of the party sprang forward to lend the aid of his strong arms.

Arrangements had been made for his return, the pillow cases were trimmed with a coarse lace and the best counterpane spread over the bed. A draught of brandy from the flask which one of the party carried in case of illness, revived the soldier so that he smiled when his tired limbs rested on the soft bed, he was within reach of his mother's hands. The children were sent to call the

remainder of the party, as one of the number was well skilled in soothing dreadful wounds by the touch of her fingers. "Even down the narrow path, "they have sent forth here," they sighed, as they went quickly the strength of the hills, every hamlet in the mountains giving her bravest sons for their country." Just as the little guides pointed out the. house, the sun threw a golden glory over all the region, gilding the brown trunks the threshold they paused, the little blackberry of trees until they shone like bronze. On gatherers were grouped in a corner, hushed gatherers were grouped in a corner, hushed and subdued, while one of the party prayed

There

ant social and domestic affiliations? are two ways of helping ourselves. One is, to bear and forbear one another in love. We must not take too much notice of, or place an undue importance on, mere surface-evils. We can afford to pass lightly by causes of offence which do not spring from a radical defect of

character-from an evil heart and a malicious spirit; and such as do come up from depths of wickedness within, we must cover with our mantle of charity, while we endeavor to ameliorate them by our own good principles, good example, and, as far as is becoming, by our good instructions. Let us seek, in every fitting way, to impart our better knowledge and judgment, thus making our superior advantages a lever by which to lift up the untaught around us. The Bible tells us we are not to be overcome of evil, but to overcome evil with good. Let us strive, each in our place, to obey the holy injunction.

We cannot get rid of disagreeable people; wherever we go we shall meet them. They swarm about us, invade our home-circles, disturb our various relations, and, if we let them, they will destroy our peace, and seriously interfere with our happiness and upward growth. Let us not suffer this, but with the strong arm of a righteous self-government, and the gentle but efficient hand of love, keep them at bay, that they enter not the inner sanctuary of our soul's rest, to tear up and destroy. Let us rather be the aggressors. With a long-suffer

ing spirit, and with constant acts of piety and love, let us try to help them out of their dis

and fragrant with the aroma of their pinescented haunts. While the merry children, not caring for torn wrists and frocks, were eagerly exclaiming over some new treasure laden with a richer harvest, the older gatherers rested near a bed of ferns, sweeter when crushed, and tried to forget the anxieties and pressure of life in the valley below. They fancied that this tree-bordered space, with its odorous air, and glimpses of far-off towns, was their usual abiding-place, safe from turmoil and care. They were especially glad to rest from thoughts of hospital work and wounded men.

Words gradually died away into the silence of drinking in this beauty, interrupted sometimes by the little blackberry pickers, as they ran to show a berry of wondrous size. Some of the party were summoned to carry overflowing baskets to the rendezvous, where they might be emptied into a huge receptacle of wicker work; for this lavish wealth of fruit was thrown over all the hill-sides and

pasture-borders. A steep, rocky path led to a rough road where a small house was visible. As they drew nearer, a wagon was seen slowly ascending the steep way. The old horse picked his way carefully over the rocks, while the driver, a young boy, turned around frequently with a look of pain and sympathy. When the wagon was heard, a woman, care-worn and sad, yet with a mother-look in her face, stood in the door-way, waiting for some one. Over the last steep ascent the wagon rolled until it stopped before the door. The children stood breath

had driven miles away to get this wounded expression on the face of the young boy who brother, was most touching. A strong faith shone from his eyes.

With gentle tact the lady now came for ward to dress the wounds, bruised by the roughness of the way, when he was quiet they went away, leaving the soldier happy because he had reached home. Now they must leave the woods and bushes still burdened with great clusters of berries, each globule shining in the evening sun, and go back to

work.

This play-time on the hill-side was over, they took with them bushels of berries to be made into cordial for the soldiers. The little ones were talking together. "How nice it is that father knows how to pray," said one, "I think that soldier will get well, Bessie."

"Yes," added another child, "and auntie knew just what to do. I mean to learn how to be a good nurse, when I am a woman; it is so comforting.'

The horses drew them swiftly by mountain streams and bright meadows, cool woods and hedges of blackberry bushes, with the golden rod lifting its feathery head, past stone walls, overgrown with trailing vines and lichen, in sight of comfortable farm-houses, where cows were gathering in the yard, in view of many beautiful landscapes, until at last, tired of holiday and woods-life, they reached the

home-door.

At the station, where the evening train was waited for, the children saw an easy carriage, with cushions and robes. "I wish the poor

soldier had gone home in that," exclaimed one, while the mother said gently, "It makes little difference, though the road is rough, if we only get home."

While the blackberries were being transformed into rich cordial for the use of the soldiers, the little girls seated themselves with work-baskets and thimbles, in a sunny window, to sew bandages for the soldier on the mountain.

The kind aunt, who knew the blessedness of "sowing beside all waters," made a comfortable dressing-gown, and packed a basket of books, medicines, bandages, and jellies, to be carried to the poor boy. Then she went back to her work in the city, where she is rested sometimes by the memory of that peaceful day in the blackberry time.

The children were allowed to visit once more the little home amongst the hills, with the full basket. They found the soldier sitting up in an old rocking-chair, his eye glistening when he saw their pleasant faces. "We can sing," said little Bessie, in her loving way, as if she wished to do something for this poor cripple, so they folded their hands and sang a childish hymn, which stirred the soldier's heart.

The bottles of blackberry cordial were sent to the hospital, where they proved of real service, but that visit to the humble home on the mountain brought forth lasting fruit. Through their ministrations the soldier learned the blessedness of those "whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered."

DON'T TELL MOTHER.

"DON'T tell mother!" I heard a bright looking boy say, as he ran with nimble feet to join a crowd who were accompanying a returning fire-engine. The comments of the excited men and boys as they passed, and perhaps the strange desires for forbidden pleasures, which are inherent in our sinful natures, drew the boy away from home, but as he went, he remembered the prohibition, and uttered those words," Don't tell mother!"

A good mother is a gift to thank God for forever. A mother's kiss, a mother's gentle word, a mother's tender care, what have they not done for us all? Eliza Cook's beautiful lines, "To an Old Arm-Chair," have thrilled through many hearts:

"I love it, I love it, and who shall dare

To chide me for loving that old arm-chair ?
'Tis bound by a thousand chords to my heart;
Not a tie will break, not a link will start;
Would you learn the spell? A mother sat there,
And a sacred thing is her old arm-chair."

When I hear young lips exclaiming, "Don't let mother see this; hide it away: Don't tell mother where I am going," I tremble for the safety of the speaker. The action which will not bear the kind scrutiny of a mother's love, will shrink into shame at the look of God. Little feet that begin life by going where a mother does not approve, will not easily learn to walk in the narrow way of the Lord's

commandments. "Don't tell mother !" has been the rallying cry of Satan's best recruits for hundreds of years. From disregard of the mother's rule at home, springs reckless disregard of the laws of society. The boy who disobeys his mother will not be likely to make a useful and law-honoring citizen. "Don't tell mother!" is a sure step downward-the first seat in those easy cars of habit, which glide so swiftly and so silently, with their freight of souls toward the precipice of ruin.

The best and the safest way is always to tell mother. Who so forgiving as she? Who so faithful? Who so constant? Who so

patient? Through nights of wearisome watching, through days of wearing anxiety, through sickness and through health, through better and through worse, a mother's love has been unfailing. It is a spring that never becomes dry. Confide, dear young readers, in your mother; do nothing which she has forbidden; consult her about your actions; treat her ever with reverential love. It has been the crowning glory of truly good and great men, that, when hundreds and thousands bowed in admiration at their feet, they gave honor to their mothers. Mother-love has dared dangers from which the stout heart of the warrior has shrunk appalled. Happy they who early learn to appreciate its priceless worth.

A mother's prayers gave John Newton to Christianity; a mother's loving effort dedicated John Wesley to the cross. What mo thers have done for the work of evangelizing the world; what they have written in letters of light upon the page of history; what the pen of the recording angel has registered for alone to God. Boys and girls, never go to a them, in the open book above, is known place where a "Don't tell mother" is necessary to cover your footsteps. Sunday-school scholar, in your every-day life, show the pure teachings of your Sabbath home by obeying the mother who endears and blesses your whole life.-Merry's Museum.

THE BRAVE AT HOME.
THE maid who binds her warrior's sash
With smile that well her pain dissembles,
The while beneath her drooping lash
One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles,
Though Heaven alone records the tear,
And Fame shall never know her story,
Her heart shall shed a drop as dear
As ever dewed the field of glory.
The wife who girds her husband's sword,
'Mid little ones who weep or wonder,
And gravely speaks the cheering word,
What though her heart be rent asunder-
Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear

The bolts of war around him rattle,
Hath shed as sacred blood as e'er

Was poured upon the field of battle. The mother who conceals her grief,

When to her breast her son she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With no one but her secret God

To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's field of honor. T. B. Read.

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For the Advocate and Guardian.

GIVE THE MITE.

As I look abroad upon the many benevolent societies of our land, my heart overflows with gratitude to the great God who has put it into the minds of his favored people, to seek out and relieve their afflicted brethren. Every Christian must rejoice in this great work, must truly rejoice to see so many of the good and great of the earth bearing the burdens which our Saviour has exhorted them to bear; and I know by happy experience that they find a pleasure in this act, and must indeed feel that "it is more blessed to give than to receive." Oh, who would not be a benefactor to his race; who cannot give a cup of cold water in the name of his Lord, and who is there so humble that he may not, by his example and influence, raise some poor creature from the pit into which he has fallen. I believe that we do not think enough of our individual responsibility in this matter; and that we are apt to despise the day of small things; and to suffer our societies to struggle on while we withhold the mite which God has given us to bestow; that we allow our opportunities to pass by, and time rolls us on to old age and inactivity, while those we might have saved are hastening on to the tribunal of their God. Let us repent before it is too late. In the morning let us sow our seed, and in the evening withhold not our hand; let us cast our bread upon the waters, and after many days we shall surely find it again.

E.

For the Advocate and Guardian. WHERE THERE'S A WILL THERE'S A WAY. MY DEAR MRS. BENNETT,-It was my privilege, last summer, to spend a few weeks in one of the most beautiful of our New England villages, where the high intellectual, literary and moral culture flowing from the influence of one of the best of our Eastern colleges, combined with great beauty of natural scenery, to render its inhabitants among the most privileged in this highly-favored portion of our country.

One oppressively hot evening, about the first of last July, I went to make my almost daily visit at the house of some dear friends, to feast my eyes with the beautiful scenes from their piazzas, and enjoy "the feast of reason and the flow of soul" which I always found in their society, and the circle of kindred spirits which they drew about them.

On this evening I thought that the lady seemed preoccupied, and did not enter with her usual zest into the conversation. Soon, however, the spell was broken, and she discovered to us the current of her thoughts. "I have been thinking," said she, "that I wished we could do something for our soldiers on the coming anniversary. The collegians will all spend more or less money on that day, and if we could combine benevolence with enjoy

ment, it seems to me that it would be amusement in the right direction."

A friend present replied: "If you are not already overtaxed with your many cares, and feel able to take the part which usually comes upon the one who proposes a thing of this kind, I have no doubt but you will succeed; for my experience has been, that whenever we want anything for the soldiers, we have only to ask and receive."

The next morning Mrs. started out on her errand of love. Full as her hands were with home-duties, she could still find time to put forth effort for the good of the soldiers; for she had given a noble, highly-educated son to her country; had laid her first-born on this sacred altar. "Where the treasure is, there will the heart be also."

Soon some of the patriotic Christian ladies in the village were enlisted, committees appointed, and the whole town became interested in the good work. Some volunteered to go into the surrounding parishes and invite them to co-operate. A few ladies of taste and skill were appointed a committee to get up some tableaux. Every housekeeper was ready to send refreshments for the table. The young men went into the woods and gathered evergreens, which the young ladies twined into wreaths and ornaments for the Agricultural Hall, where the festival was to be held. Every one was busy, and of course, all were happy.

A few ladies engaged in preparing several gallons of ice cream, for which the farmers in the vicinity contributed the materials; and could you have seen the cans of delicious milk and cream, and the large baskets filled with new-laid eggs which these willing hearts offered for this festival, you would have been reminded of the scripture phrase, “a land flowing with milk and honey."

On the evening of the fourth of July, every body went to the festival, of course. The people from the surrounding parishes, who had contributed so liberally, flocked in, young men and maidens, old men and children. Every-body was more than satisfied, they were delighted; and while regaling themselves on ice cream, strawberries, and delicious cake, such as only American housekeepers know how to compound, they seemed to feel that it was not a very self-denying way of contributing to the comfort of our suffering ones.

At eight o-clock we all adjourned to see the tableaux. At first, the ladies who acted on that committee thought that a small room adjoining the Hall would accommodate the spectators; but finding that they would be so generally patronized, they decided to occupy Alumni Hall, hoping that it might be partially filled. To their great surprise, this large room, which would accommodate hundreds, was crowded to overflowing. And so well did those who arranged and those who acted succeed, that the tableaux were repeated the next evening; and from these alone the committee

realized two hundred dollars. Thus was Я very pleasant entertainment provided for many persons, and about five hundred dollars raised for the Christian Commission.

As I walked home, excited and exhilarated with the success of the undertaking, I could not but say to myself, "And all this originated in the warm heart and active brain of one earnest, Christian woman."

May I be permitted to say to every woman under whose eyes these few lines may fall, if you have any plan or desire to do good in a particular way, set about it. We do not know what we can accomplish till we try. Perhaps there never was a time when the energies of every true-hearted, loyal Christian woman were more needed, or could accomplish more, than the present. And do we not desire that it may be said of each one of us, "She hath done what she could?"

Advocate and Guardian.

NEW YORK, OCT. 15, 1864.

ENLARGED WORK.

Ar our last Board meeting, after the reports of the month from the several departments were presented, the question of enlarg. ing the work was again considered, and action taken that, when farther matured, will be duly reported. The Home was never so full as at present, the applications for its sheltering care never so numerous. The class of children requiring temporary aid has Solbeen greatly increased by the war. diers' children are brought to us daily, with the inquiry, "Can they not be taken for a few weeks, for one, two or three months, or till it can be ascertained whether the father is living. Nothing, says the applicant, has been heard from him for a long time-no funds received, it is feared he has been taken prisoner or is killed, but he may return, and if so, he will find a home for his family-and they need not be kept here longer." there are several little ones, the mother an invalid, perhaps respectable and worthy, and never before has known want. The case is exam. ined, and if found as represented, and no door can be opened for them among relatives, the children are received and permitted to remain till the father shall return or be reported as permanently among the missing. Whether the Home guardianship shall continue beyond this point or otherwise, the

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deem it their duty and privilege to do for these war-made orphans all that is practicable, thus preserving domestic ties and giving aid and comfort to the worthy and sorrowing.

Our Home Industrial Schools open another channel for enlarged work-a field embra cing thousands of the poorest of the poor; some deserving, many utterly degraded, intemperate and vicious. From some, when sickness comes and every resource but beggary utterly fails, it is charity to take the children, till health returns; from others it would be a charity could the children be legally removed, and returned only on condition of their permanent reformation. But until just laws can be wisely enforced, saving influences must be made to reach themeither at intervals or otherwise, as circumstances permit. In some cases the care of the Home fold or that of the Christian family, even for a few weeks or months, may sow seed that will bear good fruit in years to

come.

These considerations increase the number of beneficiaries not legally committed-outdoor cases also multiply where the young need to be snatched as brands from the burning.

When all that needs to be done just now is contemplated with due intelligence, the great want seems to be more helpers who shall go forth endued with the spirit of a Margaret Prior or a Mary Lyon, feeling as did the great apostle when for the space of three years he ceased not to warn every man night and day with tears.

Will not our friends pray that the Lord of the harvest will raise up and send forth more such laborers.

THE "TRUANT LAW" NOT DEAD "FOR right is right, since God is God, And right the day must win,

To doubt would be impiety,
To falter would be sin."

WE have been much interested in exam. ining the late annual report of the Board of Commissioners of the Metropolitan Police. We learn from it, that the force employed by the Board consists of 1,800 men, a band to whose fidelity, vigilance and efficiency is entrusted the protection of social order in the million city. A vast amount of work is reported as having been accomplished the last year, by this department.

An important. item in this report comes under the head of "Truant Children," (see pages 9, 79.) It appears that during the past year, five truant officers have been employed to execute the provisions of the Truant, Law, passed by the Legislature, in 1853, in answer to the petitions for the same, originated by the Managers of the Guardian Society, and so extensively circulated, sign

ed and presented by its Auxiliaries and friends for some two years previous. The report says: "The benefits to be derived from the enforcement of this law, cannot well be over-estimated. The men detailed to look after truant children, visit our public schools daily, and receive from the teachers the names and residence of all absentees, and visit them at their homes to find the cause of the absence from school. In many cases, the cause is found to be sickness, or kept at home by parents, and in quite a number of cases, on account of poverty. By far the largest and worst class of truant children are those that never attend our public schools. This law, were it in force, would reach this class of children who are continually in our streets, becoming inured to the most demoralizing sights, and taking the incipient steps to crime."

During the past year, says the report, "The names of five thousand, six hundred and thirteen children have been reported by the teachers to the truant officers, as truants. These children have all been visited at their homes, with the exception of seventy, whose residence could not be found." Three thousand and ninety-two have, by the exertions. of the officers, been induced to attend school regularly, and over three hundred have been legally arrested and placed under judicious training.

Here, certainly, is evidence of good accomplished a valuable antecedent put on record, as a stimulus to future effort. We certainly rejoice in this practical demonstration that our Truant Law, after a period of eleven years, does not stand as a dead letter upon the statute book. We are glad, too, of the development made by the labors of the truant officers, that any lack of success in enforcing the beneficent provisions of this law, is "owing mainly to the non-compliance with its requirements by the city authorities."

We commend this fact to the special attention of the "Citizen's Association," a most worthy organization of "good men and true," recently established to promote the right and abate the wrong-doing in our me tropolis. We trust the questions involved in the appropriate execution of this law, will be agitated, till a correct public sentiment shall everywhere prevail, and the abused claim of any debased, improvident, debauched parent shall be held subservient to the welfare of the innocent and helpless child, and We hope the future good of ccmmunity. the time is not distant when the humane, benevolent and law-abiding will be aided by the ministers of justice in seeking to rescue

and save early, while rescue and salvation are possible, the class of children thus described in the report under consideration.

"Though the number of children truant from school is large, and the practice a mischief calling for remedial measures, a much more extensive evil is found in the fact, that vast numbers of children of both sexes do not attend school at all. They have no employment, are under no wholesome constraint of parental authority, and have no respect for the laws intended to preserve public order and protect private right.

Many of these are sent out by their parents to beg, and not a few to steal. They roam the streets, docks and vacant grounds in gangs, depredating upon unprotected property, stoning quiet people and each other, playing rude games for pennies, and holding miniature prize fights; they are growing up in ignorance and traveling the road of vice and crime. Numbers become thieves, burglars and robbers before they become men. Some of them commit larcenies and other crimes under the direction and encouragement of their parents, and divide with them their ill-gotten gains. Others plunder and rob parents and guardians alike. It would be well if the public could be protected from these juvenile delinquents by a system of arrests and punishments. It would be far better if this course of life could be prevented by a system that should subject them to the saving and elevating influence of education in schools."

Why should not Christian America do as much for the early education of her children, as Germany does for hers? Why should she not learn and practice the useful lessons taught her by riots and rioters, in the North, and by the ignorance and savage heathenism developed in rebeldom? all, Christianity must do the great work required to save the children, and the love of Christ be the constraining motive, or the most important part will be left undone.

THERE WAS WAR IN HEAVEN.

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Rev. 12. 7.

ACCURSED rebellion! first in heaven begun,
When Michael and his angels were arrayed
In conflict dire with Lucifer's fell hosts-
Cohorts of Satan, leagued with hell and sin,
With purpose to dethrone eternal right,
And found a kingdom on eternal wrong!
With all the skill that fiends unchained can wield,
They planned and fought, but their base strife how vain!
The Almighty hurled them from the courts of bliss,
Far down to lowest deeps, no more to rise.
But the foul spirit thus cast forth from heaven,
Found place on earth, 'mid Eden's pleasant bowers;
Spoke through a reptile with a voice like man's,
As now it speaks through man to reptile turned;
And, in each age of our apostate race,
This spirit hath appeared in myriad forms,
Rebellious still, at war with moral right;
Its mission-sowing seeds of crime and woe;
Its fruitage-sorrow, misery, and death.
Rebellion! War! behold them here and now,
Of the same type, began with guilty aim,
Unholy wish to compass deeds of shame,
Destroy a government the best on earth,
Create an empire with its corner-stone
Slavery-not freedom--and extend its rule
From shore to shore, far east, far south and west;
Transform this goodly land, so dearly won
By Pilgrim fathers-saintly patriot sires-

"Land of the Free," to be the home of slaves-
A mart for human chattels, in whose veins
Blood of the master speaks in blushes deep-
O! tell it not in Gath or Ashkelon!
The conflict thickens-ensanguined armies meet,
Millions, half breathless, view the crisis near,
With ardent yearnings for the nation's life.
How shall it issue?—Which shall win the day ?—
To Right or Wrong will Heaven give victory?
"He wins who sides with God:" in this we trust;
Rebellion's plea for war has baseless been-
No sophistry could prove it wise or just :
With theft, fraud, treason, branded at its birth,
No sympathy could reach it from the skies;
Demons, not seraphs, might its end applaud,
Haters of human weal afford it aid,
And fiends rejoice to witness its success.
Its failure would give joy to angel hosts-
Joy to the millions crushed and fetter-galled-
Joy to the tollers over earth's wide bounds,
Who freedom's blessing prize above all price:
Joy to all hearts who pray, "Thy kingdom come,"
While shouts of alleluias, long and loud,
From mountain crag and vale, and land and sea,
Would rise in concert to the Prince of Peace,
And heaven's broad arches swell with notes of praise.

REMINISCENCE.

AMONG sundry groups of visitors met incidentally at the Home the past week, an interview with one of the number left upon the mind a score of "thought-tracks." This was a sister of Rev. J. R. McDowall, a lady from Canada, whom we had not seen previously, but whose lineaments bore a strong resemblance to the sainted brother, whose memory she so tenderly cherished, and who for more than a quarter of a century had dwelt with "the just made perfect." She wished to visit the tomb where he was laid, walk where he had walked and toiled and prayed, 'mid want and sorrow and sin, hated by the vile, and often meeting reproaches where he had reason to expect sympathy and aid. Emotion too deep for many words was manifest in the Home and as we walked by the wayside, and we could well imagine what were a loving sister's reflections while standing at this post of observation.

Prompted by love to souls, and with a spirit of true Christian self-denial, among the most degraded portion of his fellow beings in the worst sections of the city, that brother had found his brief life-work. To it, with a martyr-spirit, through evil and good report, he had consecrated his best energies, till worn out in the service. There was little moral sunshine about his dark pathway, but the lowering clouds had a silver lining, and ere long he found the "rest for the weary," for which his spirit yearned, and others. entered into his labors. Could he have looked through the long vista of years and seen, upon the darkest spot of his then dark mission-field, two noble institutions devoted to the welfare of the children, youth and parents of that God-forsaken neighborhood,