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' ^SSIJPI / - . : - , i v' The Abbeville Press and Bannerol BY HUGH WILSON. ABBEVILLE, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 9, 1889. VOLUME XXXIII. NO. 35. >|| The New Year. \ ( BY I. E. DICKENGA. I used to think the year was long; i I was a boy then, youns: and strong, . With spirits all aglow; ' Impatient for the time to come When I should strike the whole world dumb [ By one stupendous blow. I I struck the blow?the world went on Unmoved, aDd days have come and gone, And I am still the same; I A little older grown, 'tin true, \ And so, indeed, dear friend, have you, f And others I might name. Fame?fortune?I could always hear Their echoes in the coming year, Like belU across the snow; Like bells that through the night air chime, Now all melodious, now sublime, , Now swelling and now low. Those boyish plans and hopes are past; The years came slowly, but went fast, Each swifter than before; The bells ring oat as cheerily For others as they did for me, But, ah! for me no more. But) hark ! I hear the glorious truth t That was but shadowed in my youth J Now pealing loud and clear; 1 The truth that sometimes better lies !hon all thftt nOW I Drize j * Brings in this giad iJew Year. ! Then good-bye Old Year, If you must, ' And welcome. New Year, to your trust; We greet you with a piayer; Keep us from sorrow and from strife. And bring us peace and love and life. Through all your seasons fair. :C For Sisters. Some years ago, as I sat on the piazza of a Summer hotel, I noticed among the crowd a party of young people, two or three pretty girls and as many bright young men, all "waiting for the mail." "Odear!" said the prettiest of the girls impatiently. "Why don't they hurry? Are you expecting a letter Mr. Allison?" and she turned to a tall youth standing near. He smiled. "I'll get one surely" he said. "It's my day. Just this particular letter always comes. Nell is awful good; she's my sister, you know; and no fellow ever had a better one." The pretty girl laughed saying, as he received the letter: "Harry would think he was blessed if I wrote once a year." Gradually the others drifted away : but Frank Allison kept his place scanning eagerly the closely written sheets, now and again laughing quietly. Finally he slipped the letter into his pocket, and rising, saw me. "Good morning, Miss Williams," he said cordially; for he always had a pleasant word for us older people. Good news? I questioned, smiling. "My sister's letters always bring good news," he imswered. "She writes such jolly letters." And unfolding this one he ruad me scraps of it?bright nothings, with here and there a sentence full of sisterly love and earnestness. There v/.ig a steady light in his eyes as, half apologizing for "boring" me, he looked up and said quietly: "Miss Williams, if ever make anything of a man it will be sister Nell's doing." And as I looked at him, I felt strongly what a mighty power "Sister Nell" held in her hands?just a woman's hand, like yours, dear girls and perhaps no stronger or better; but it made me wonder how many girls stop to consider how they are using their influence over these boys, growing so fast toward manhood, unworthy or noble, as the sisters chose. So dear girls, may I not ask: "what are the brothers?" Perhaps they are only little brothers yet; but they will be larger all too soon, and you cannot at once change from careless, indifferent sisters to loving, helpful ones. Would you willingly be like one of whom her brother said : "I'd do less for her than for any girl I know?" You expect your brothers to be courteous and gentlemanly to you, to show you the little attentions a woman love3 to receive; and yet are you ready to do your share toward making home pleasant for them? Not always, perhaps, and so you lose these brothers whom you so honestly love. This was not done at once; it has grown year by year. You were impatianf with tho hfthv hnv and I natv with the awkward lad whose dumpiness annoyed you, and so it has gone on, and now your brother is yours only in name. You know none of his plans, and share none of his honors: he keeps these to himself. There is but one way dear girls ; be. gin at once while they are still the little boys of the home circle, ready to come to "sister" with everything. Let them feel that you love them. These great honest boy hearts are both tender and loyal; and if you stand by these lads now, while tbey are still neither boys nor men, while they are awkward and heedless, they will remember it when they become the pnnrteoun. nolished erentlemen vou de sire to see them. Do not snub them; nothing hurts a loving boy's soul more than a snub, and nothing more effectually closes the boy heart than thoughtless ridicule. Have patience girls?that gentle patience whose perfect work will surely win the smile of the Master, who grants to all who do the Father's will that we should be His "sister;" and for the sake of the Elder Brother, who dignified with His Divine touch these earthly relationships, shall we not be more tender, more patient, more loving with these sensitive, great-hearted lads who call us "sister," and remember the wise man who said: "Shall the woman who guards not a brother be lightly trusted with husband or sons?" Just stop and think how long ago you might have become a Christian. I Short. [Some of the common words in our language have a great many different meanings or shades of meanings, so that quite an essay can be written by simply commenting on the various definitions. The following composition is an example:] A short subject, given at short notice, upon which to write a short composition. * Short, "not long, not extended in time;" defining our recreations, vacations, and good times generally. Short, "limited in quantity;", our ready excuses for the faults of others. Short, "deficient;" clearly defining the fashionable cashier of our day. "Not distant in time;" Christmas presents and New Year's resolutions. Short, "limited in intellectual power ;" a thought too harrowing?we cut it short. Short, "abrupt, brief, petulant;" like the short answers which some (children give when their angry passions rise. Short pie-crust, breaking or crumbling easily in the mouth. Short on the Stock Exchange, used to deuote those unfortunates who have engaged to deliver what they do not possess. It is also used in "society," and describes the financial condition of many young men and some older ones, especially at this time of the year. There are short coats for which growing boys are too long, and on the contrary long coats and high collars for which the boys are too short, but for which they think a short moustache an ample excuse. Short days, suggesting to the young and strong thoughts of pleasure, skating. snow-balling' coasting, sleigh-riding; while the long evenings, with candy-pulling, merry games, nutcracking, and holiday sports make a gay frame for the wintry pictures in their air castles. In short, the brief word, when not applied to money, brains, or tempers, is a cheerfnl, a spritely, a pleasant word. For who does not know that to say an hour, a day, a week, seemed short is the same as saying it was so agreeably passed that the moments sped unnoted. It is only hours of pain, grief, suspense, or waiting that ooorn "Innir." Tf ft sermon, a aoner. al lecture, or a concert seems so short as to make one doubt the evidence of the clock to the contraty, that sermon, song, lecture, or concert needs no other praise. There might be mentioned a whole family of second cousins to this word, such as short division, short-hand, short-cake, short-order, and shortsighted, but our paper, like your patience, is too short and time too limited to say more than that of this matter t.his is the long and short. A Good Investment. Several winters ago a woman was coming out from some public building where the heavy doors swung back and made egres9 difficult. A street urchin sprang to the rescue, and, as he held open the door, she said "Thank vou." and naased on. "Crack ! dy'e hear that?" said the boy to a companion standing near. "No; what?" "Why, that lady in sealskin said, 'thank ye,' to the likes o' me." Amused at the conversation, which she could not help overhearing, the lady turned round and said to him, "It always pays to be polite, my boy ; remember that." Years passed away, and last De oember, when doing her Christmas shopping this same woman received an exceptional courtesy from a clerk in Boston, which caused her to remark to a friend who was with her: "What a comfort to be civilly treated once in a while?though I don't know that I blame the clerks for being rude during the holiday trade." Thpvonnrf man's nuick ear c a liar lit the words, and he said : "Pardon me, madam, but you gave me my first les* son in politeness." She looked at him in amazement, when he related the little forgotten incident, and told her that that simple "thank you" awakened his first ambition to be something in the world. He went the next morning and applied for a situation as office boy in the establishment where he was now an honored and trusted clerk. Only two words, dropped into the treasury of street conversation, but they yielded returns of a certain kind more satisfactory than investments in stocks and bonds. Good Stock.?Among the prime requisites of a good farm horse are first sufficient size and weight to give the necessary strength to perform the heavy work required of him ; and second good bottom and endurance. The knot form VinraA in ?1orp1v built and [sinewy, with feet of medium size, 'short back well coupled, chest wide laud deep, limbs clean and bony, and with a docile and reliable disposition. Wash Sadirons.?Wash sadirons each week before putting them on to heat. There will then be no danger of clotheB being soiled in the ironing. The starch is very apt to stick totbem, and unless washed off carefully each week, is almost sure to soil damp pieces, even if the irons are rubbed before using them. V Another Tear. [As we are just beginning auother year of our life as a society, I want you to seriously study this little poem. It is very sweet, and I am sure you will like it. Itrusfyou may let its sentiments become yours.?U. L.] Another year is dawning! Dear Master, let It be, In working or In waiting, Another year with theo. Another year of leaning Upon thy loving breast, Of ever-deepening trustfulness, Of quiet, nappy rest. Another year of mercies. Of faithfulness and grace; Another year of gladness In the shining of thy face. Another year of progress, Another year of praise, Another year of proving Thy presence "all the days." Another year of service, Of witness for thy love; Another year of training For holler work above. Another year is dawning! Dear Master, let it be On earth, or else in heaven, Another year for thee 1 .? 1 Scrap-Books. A lady who, both from choice and motives of economy, was accusiomeu to make the hats and dresses of herself and daughters, hit upon the following device: All the fashion-plates and de. signs that came out in successive numbers of Harper,8 Bazar, for which she was a subscriber, were cut out aud pasted into the "hat book" and "dress and cloak book." Then when a new hat or garment was to be made this book was consulted for ideas and styles. If no one pattern was found that suited in all respects, as was frequently the case, combinations were made that did satisfy. The daughters, who were fond of fancy work, made a scrap-book from the same journal, and so had ore of ideas and patterns for making numberless articles both pretty and useful. It is not often convenient to keep files of newspapers, but we may keep such of their contents as are immediately useful to us in a compact form and are easily gotten at. In this way recipe books of incalculable value to the compiler may be procured at comparatively slight outlay of money and time. Picture-books for children and invalids may be made so as to combine amusement and instruction. Children can do their own pasting with lit tie assistance, ana nna it very agreeable rainy-day work. Instead of books they may use boxes, of smooth surfaces, to receive their pictures, and when the pictures are all nicely pasted on, a coat of varni6h will protect and secure them. A Girl's Toltet Articles. A sensible girl will not keep a lot of cosmetics and drugs on her toilet table, but there are a few articles she should always have in convenient place. She should have an array of glass stopped bottles containing alcohol, alum, camphor, borax, ammonia and glycerine or vaseline. A little camphor and water may be used as a wash for the mouth and throat if the breath is not sweet. Powdered alum applied to a fever sore will prevens it from becoming very unsightly and noticeable. Insect stings or eruptions on the skin are removed by alcohol. A few grains of alum in tepid water will relieve people whose hands perspire very freely, rendering them unpleasantly moist. A few drops of sulphuric acid in the water are also beneficial for this purpose, and are also desirable for those whose feet perspire freely. We should always recommend care in the use of scented soap; in many cases the perfume is simply a disguise for poor quality. A good glycerine or honey soap is always preferable. Of course, one may rely on scented soap from a high class manufacturer, but it costs more than it is worth. I* addition to the soap for bathing, white castile should be kept for washing the hair. Occasionally a little borax or ammonia may be used for this purpose, but it is usually too harsh in Its effects. Make Your Will. We have heard a good deal of grumbling of late about lawyers and public officers getting all of an estate for winding it up. We asked an official in position to know how this could be remeuiea. .tie saia Dy every sane eduii and woman in the land, having any property at all, making a will, and to know what they were doing when making it and getliug a lawyer to draw it. He said two-thirds or more of the costs could be obviated by a properly written will. But the aforesaid official added that most people have to die before they can realize the importance of making a will. Let every one who reads this and owning property, make a will at once, and at least save some lawyer the trouble of winding up his or herestate. The mere making of a will does not bring death. What is the use of waiting for the Legislative or other power remedying an evil you can remedy yourself? Don't keep on hand too many cutand-dried theories. A foot-rule is a convenient thing for a carpenter to carry about with him ; but a man who is always "sizing up" other people's opinions by a private rule of his own is apt to be a bore. ? Husband: "Been shopping all day you say. Where are your packages?" Wife: "O I didn't buy any thing; I just shopped." The Adventures of a Mouse. A mother mouse, when her children had nearly reached the age at which it became time for them to seek their I own fortunes in the world, cautioned them particularly against the traps and dangers that would lie in their [paths. "My children," said she, "the cheese looks very templing, and is even sometimes toasted, but beware of it; for it will bring misforiune to you." One time the whole family of younger mice came upon a trap. 'This, I suppose," said the eldest a:m wisest, "is the trap against which <;ur mother so carefully warned us. And yet," continued he, "the cheese looks very tempting. I doubt extremely if there be any real danger in it. And even if there be, I think that, by a proper omAimf r\f oolfrnl onrl wnrinPQQ one might avoid all ill consequences. Because some have been caught, it does not necessarily follow that a like fate must overtake all. At least I shall inspect the trap to satisfy myself whether there is really as much danger in it as our mother said. You know she is apt to be over-cautious very often." And with this remark, in spite of the urgent warnings of his brothers, the overwise mouse deliberately entered the trap. "I cannot see," said he, when he was within, "that there is any real danger, and it is very pleasant here. One need not eat of the cheese, you know." But even as he spoke the delicious smell of the cheese overcame his caution ; he concluded there could be no danger in taking the smallest nibble. No sooner, however, had he touched the tempting morsel, than the trap fell and he was a prisoner. "Alas!" said he to his weeping mother, who had hastened to the trap upon learning the fate of her son, "I now discover, wnen u is 100 iate 10 repent, that the experience of age is safer than the presumptuous wisdom of youth." A 1.1 fe Worth Living. Thirty years ago the region about London docks contained as large a heathen population as any district in A-frica. Back of the huge warehouses were innumerable courts and alleys, filled with fog and dirt, and every horror of sight, sound and smell. It was a rendezvous for the lowest type of humanity.?The wealthy and influential olass in this settlement were rumsellers and keepers of gambling hells. ?Children were born and grew to middle age in these precints who never had heard the name of Christ, except in an oath. Thirty thousand souls were included in one parish here, but the clergyman never ventured out of the church to teach. A young man named Charles Lowdfa on T?nrrliaV) fomi_ ) UUlUii^iU^ w au viu uu^Jion iv?uua ]y, happened to pass through the district juot after leaving Oxford. His classmates were going into politics, or the army, or to the bar, full of ambition and hope to make a name in the world; but Lowder heard, aa he said, "a cry of mingled agony,tiffering, laughter, and blasphemy coming from these depths that rang in his e:irs, go where he would." H6 resolved to give up all other work to help the?3 people. He took a house in one of the lowest slums, and lived in it. "It is only one of themselves that they will hear, not patronizing visitors." He preached every day in the streets, and for months was pelted with brick-bats, shot at, and driven back with curses. He had, unfortunately, no eloquence with which to reach tbem; he was a slow, stammering speaker, but was bold, if A. J i. V?A?. patient aim m earnest. xwn unci year he lived among them.?Even the worst ruffian learned to respect the tall, thin curate, whom he saw stopping the worst street flghtp, facing mobs, or nursing the victims of Asiatic cholera. Mr. Lowder lived in London docks for twenty-three years. Niglitschools were opened, industrial-schools, refuges for drunkards, discharged prisoners and fallen women. A large church was built, and several missions chapels. His chief assistants in this work were the men and women whom he had rescued from "the paths that abut on hell." A visitor to the church said: "The congregation differs from others in that they are all in such deadly earnest." Mr. Lowder broke down under his work, and rapidly grew into an old, careworn man. He died in a village in the Tyrol, whither he had gone for a month's rest. He was brought back to the docks, where he had worked so long. Across the bridge where he had once been chased by a furious mob bent on his murder, his body was reverently carried, while the police were obliged to keep back the crowds of sobbing people who pressed forward to catch the last glimpse of "Father Lowder," as they called him. "No such funeral," says a London paper, "has ever been seen in England.?The whole population of east London turned out, stopping work for that day. The special trains run to Chiselhurst were filled, and thousands followed on foot?miserable men and women whom he had lifted up from barbarism to life and hope." There are many careers open to young men on entering the world, but there are none nobler or that lead more directly to Heaven than that of this modern crusader.? Youth18 Companion. New Year's Ere. BY WILLIAM C. RICHARDS. Come, let ns pause, 0! soul of mine, And retrospect the passing year; It Is not, like thyself, divineTwill die and never re-appear. It has been Just a gasp of breath, A sharp convulsive clutch of Time; Yet long enough for strife and death, And large red vintages of crime. And long enough?to God be praise!? For victories to the sword unknownWreathed with no garniture of bays, And registered in Heaven alone. Of these would I commune with thee, O! soul, the while the old year dies; Have we been crowned with victory In this year's story for the skies? Let slip the canning strings that play The puppets of our dally mask: T?nrf h'a a>o)na on/1 1 nocAa nnt n nrn V The hour befits a loftier task. We have been eager to obtain What transient treasures we could seize; But these In our review are vainHeaven makes the least account of these. The starry fields beyond the sun ; The legends In the rocks we read; The lore from exhumed cities won? Dogma and theory and creed: All these are naught in the account? We pass to-night in close review; Vain are the streams from fabled fount That flow in story, old or new. What have we done that will endure When thrones and crowns unstable prove, What gained of worth, so rich and pure, Time ma? not mar it, nor remove ? Not for a name that men should speak With false applause, havo we wrought well: That were ambition vain as weak. How weak, how vain, let History tell! If self be less, and God is more, Within our aim to glorify? If sins that we have loved before, By Heaven's sweet grace we now deny? If kindness in our bosom hides The faults of others with Its veil? If love to God and man abides In force, when wit and wisdom fall; If something of the Heaven above We've gained for all of earth we missed, And kept the Master's law by love, We have not lived in vain I wist. God knows how many, or how few, vi viui/oriea auuu no uieee wo vu wuu ; We only know that each is due To grace He gave us through His Son. Let us not count our conquests then, Lest they be fewer than we deem; But gird ourselves, O! soul, again, To be the victors we may seem. Then let the year in silence die, While we with silent lips implore; Our follies with its breath may fly, Aud grace abound to us the more! An Honest Christian Man. The following fable which I have written will serve to illustrate the truth that a truly honest man will not take a larger sum for property than its just value, even if he is offered more. A certain man named George Smith came one day to a farmer named Daniel Jones, wishing to buy a pair of oxen, and said: "Those red oxen of yours suit me, and I will give you one hundred and twenty dollars for them." Daniel Jones replied ; "That is thirty dollars more than they are worth." George Smith looked wonderstruck at this remark. The farmer said : "I know the value of those oxen better than you do. One of them is a little "breachy," and the other one can not bear the heat so well as some oxen, and yet there are many good qualities in them; but, all things considered, ninety dollars is all they are worth, and you may have them for that price." George Smith gladly took the oxen, and said to a man on his way home : "It beats all what a difference there is in the religion of men. Now there is old James Clark, my near neighbor; I have heard him make many a long prayer. If he had owned these beautiful oxen he would have asked meone hundred and thirty dollars or more for them, and he would have called them ( a great bargain at that price, and he | would not have said a word about one of the oxeu being inclined to be breachy, and the other not very tough , in hot weather. 1 do not know anything about religion myself, but one . thing I know, as well as I know where the sun shines in a bright day, and | that is, there is a mighty big difference between Daniel Jones' religion j ana James uiarK's reugiou." j. jti. , On New Year's Day. Let others quail at the milestones which stand by the wayside and tell < the passing pilgrim how small a por- ] tiou of his journey is still before him. ' compared with that which lies behind. ] For my part, I can behold them with- ] out dismay?nay, I hail them as I pass 1 with joy. Tome such a milestone is < every New Year's Day. My looks are i all the oftener directed homeward ; ] and my pace quickens. Does it not ] even wing the feet of the fainting ( traveler to behold the towers of his na- < tive city rising above the mist, and ap- ( pearinp every moment more and more ( brightly to the view ? No doubt we must be sure about the place to which the way is conducting ( us. He who has found upon earth the city of his affections, and who with | every onward step is only advancing toward a mist, may well look upon New Year's Day as a day of sorrow. , Well may it be a dark and gloomy day | to the man who, as a poor and humble ( pilgrim, is journeying to some royal , city, where he has not a single friend to welcome his arrival or offer him the shelter of a roof. A poor and humble pilgrim am I; but, God be thanked ! I know of One who long ago prepared for me a place. Hence it is that as I pass the milestones each in succession ' becomes an altar, on which I present ! obligations of gratitude and praise. 1 There are many, I afft aware, to whom the thought of the flight of time is ' dispiriting. For me I feel that He hath not given the spirit of fear, but 1 of power. Fok a SPkain.?In a severe sprain ' of the aukle immerse the joint as soon as possible in a pail of hot water, and i keep it there for 15or 20 minutes. After removing it keep it bandaged with hot cloths wrung out of water. 1 \ V Tbe Clergyman and the Burglar. The world of fiction hardly contains a more thrilling chapter than an incident which marked the life of Mr. Lee who was recently cut down in his prime while pastor of the Presbyterian Church in the village of Water ford, New York. The adventure, says the Trey Times, occured the night before Thanksgiving, a few weeks previous to the commencement of the sudden illness which resulted sadly and fatal Iy. Mr. Lee was sitting in his study about one o'clock in the morning, preparing a discourse to be delivered to his congregation when assembled for Thanksgiving worship, when he heard a noise behind him, and became conscience that somebody was in the room. Supposing a neighbor had dropped in on some unforeseen errand, Mr. Lee said, "What is the matter?" and turned around In his chair. He beheld the grim face of a burglar, who was pointing a pistol at his breast. The ruffian had eutered the house by a side window, supposing that all the occupants were wrapped in slumber, and burst upon the presence of Mr. 1 Lee before he was aware that the study contained an occupant. ' "Give me your watch and monej-," 1 said he, "and make no noise, or I will fire." Mr. Lee said : "You may as well put down your weapon, for I shall make no resistance, and you are at liberty to take all the valuables I possess." The burglar withdrew his menacing pistol, and Mr. Lee said' "I will conduct you to the place where my most precioife treasures are placed." He * opened a door and pointed to a cot, 1 where his two children lay slumbering ' in the sweet sleep of innocence and 1 peace. "These," said he, "are my 1 choicest jewels. Will you take them?" ( He proceeded to say that, as a minister 1 of the gospel, he had few earthly possessions, and that all his means were devoted to one object: the education of the two children who were reposing in the adjoining, room. The burglar was deeply and visibly affected by these remarks. Tears filled his eyes, and he expressed the utmost sorrow at the act he had been about to commit. After a few remarks from Mr. Lee, the would-be criminal consented to kneel 1 unH inin him in rir?vor nnr? flioro in C j ?' ? . that lonely house, amid the silence of 1 midnight, the offender poured forth his * penitence and remorse, while the repre- 1 sentative of a religion of peace and ^ good-will told him to "go and sin no ' more." Such a scene has few parallels. c On the conclusion of the prayer, the \ burglar attempted to take his depart- 1 ure by the broken, window through J which he had entered. "Why not go * by the front door ?"said Mr. Lee. The man replied, "There are con- * federates there who would shoot either * you or me." 8 He desired Mr. Lee to take an oath ^ on the Holy Scriptures never to reveal 11 the particulars of this single interview. ^ Mr. Lee said it was unnecessary, as he e had the kindest feelings toward him, F and should never divulge aught he had 3 seen or heard. The next day, Mr. ^ Lee, while walking with his wife, met 0 the man in thestreetof Waterford, and ^ t . . i . i. ft on suosequent occasions saw mm rrom time to time. One of the actors in this singular episode fills an early grave; but by ^ means that we are not at liberty to dis- } close, the event did not die with him, 1 What must be the feeling of the other s( party^lo^this mysterious meeting, r wl^tieverhe reflects upon the lonely e parsonage, and the memorable scene ^ that it witnessed on the night before rhanksgiving, 1862.?Oolden Glean- c ings. n . r i! 5,Lived it Down.?An honest blacksmith was once grossly insulted and bis character infamously defamed. Friends advised him to seek redress by means of law, but to one and all he re- 0 plied, "No; 1 will go to my forge and there in six months I will have worked " Dutsuch a character and earned such a s name as all the judges, law courts and s lawyers in the world could not give ^ we." He was right. It was by lionsat labor, manly courage, and a conscience void of offence, that we assert jur true dignity and prove our hon- 11 2sty and respectability. ^ 1< An eccentric, but much respected ^ aid minister in the North of Scotland, * r while preaching, was greatly annoyed by some of the farmers who slept during the sermon. One Sabbath after- . noon he became so exasperated by the '' snoring of a man just below the pulpit s that he lifted up the big Bible and ^ dropped it on the sleeper's head, exclaimed as he did so: "'Gin ye'll no listen to tne Word, by my faith I'se mill?' ifo fcifll if f man jv iv.vt iv. , , r 0 A little girl asked lier mother, ? "Mamma, what makes all the people c we rent houses from so mean? Why d don't you rent a house from good men d sometimes?" Had she been the daughter of the landlord she would probably have asked, "What makes c the people you rent houses to so mean? t Why don't you sometimes rent a house s to a good man?" People look at r tilings in the light of their comfort rj and convenience, aud not in the light 0 of truth and right. As George Elliot f says' "They translate their couven- a ience into other people's duties." i ? ^ He that wants health wants everything. e rtfcjVv-rv'' ' New Year's Wishes. BY FRANCES RIDLEY HAVERQAL. What shall I wish thee? Treasures of earth ? Songs 1# the spring time J Pleasure ana mirth ? Flowers on thy pathway, Skies ever clear? Would this ensure thee A Happy Mew Year? What shall I wish thee ? What can be found, ' . <*8 Bringing thee sunshine All the year round? Where la the treasure, :: T.aaf Intr onH Hoar That shall ensure thee .-V-y A Happy New Year? Faith that increaseth, J}' Walking In light? Hope that aboundetb, ' v Kappy and bright; Love that Is perfect, Casting out fear; These shall ensure thee A Happy New Year. ^ Peace In the Saviour, , Rest at His feet, -j Smile of His countenance , t':: ^ ' Radiant and sweet, ' ixBt Joy In His presence! Christ ever near! " . ' This will ensure thee A Happy New Year? Ills War Record. "My kingdom is not of this world. - J If my kingdom were of this world, : then would my servants fight." The greatest upholder of the Peace question uttered the sentence given above many years ago; the continua-. -ion of the verse is "That I should not ie delivered to the Jews.11 What stronger reason could a Chris- '-Jm :ian, or servant of Christ, have for ;;i fighting, than the one just given? Should they not resist to the death the mprisonment and murder of their w Heaven-sent leader? "Where is the Christian to-day, that, were Christ on ^ iarth, would not take up arms to pre- : rent wicked men from binding and eading Him to certain death? To>1 ? jut it more strongly, would they not ictually feel as if they had practically lenied Him, and been accessory to His nurder, thus resigning all claim on ;he calling of a Christian, if tlfey had ^ itood quietly by, and seen Him led iway captive, without interference? >:f} Christ forbids any such interference,. md regards obedience to HIb word as a & ligher duty than the resisting of evil. v;>-^ How many honest Christians realize -J he full force of this lesson? In the vritings of one of our prominent jreachers and teachers, lately issued n a volume, he speaks of the opening >f India to Christianity by arms, as ne raetnoa cnosen Dy uou ior me >ropagation of the Gospel. This seniment is in singular contrast to Christ's own teachings as represented >y the verse above quoted, John 18th. -?~i hapter, 36th verse. Why could He lot have over-ruled for good resistance n this cause when He was on earth, ustaswell as He does now, and re--' ieved His servants from the miserable 1 eeling that they had left Him in the lands of evil men ? Fighting is not " > lis way of spreading the truth. He ays, "My servants, do not fight." ; ['he inference is obvious, if they should lot fight even to deliver him, whose todily presence they loved so well on , ? arth, they certainly could not fight to uaiu in uiuuu uuu vioieuue me uiw r p> age of His Gospel. Obedience is bet- ~ er than sacrifice, yet men are looked n with admiration who have sacriiced or thrown away (for a sacrifice is ; omething that is called for), their ?7/ ives, in disobedience to His command 1Resist not evil." War in this Non,'hristian World may be unavoidable, ut Christians should not participate u it, should not uphold it, and should peak against it at every opportunity. L body of men going to conquer heathn lands with a pocket Bible in one ^ landand a sword in the other, look ike imperfect servants, and merit oar layiour's rebuke, " Ye know not what \s tanner of spirit ye are, for the Son of Ian came not to destroy men18 lives, ' yj; utto save them." ... - * ' ''it The following, from the Library rournal, is worth the heed of owners i Jiuranes : . . The proper way to clean books is to ake two of about the same size and trike their sides smartly together everul times until all the dust is exelled, and not apply cloth, brush, or luster under any circumstauces to the ilt or leather. If treated in this way looks will retain their original freshicss for years. Books in cases withut glass fronts retain their freshness Dnger than when put in closed cases. lore dust will collect upon books exiosed, but it is a dust which comes off eadily. When put behind glass doors, r in cupboards, less dust'settles upon hem, but in localities where soft coal 3 used, it is a fine, sooty dust, which, /hen treated with a cloth, brush, or I?i ISI.rv ? Vvl nnlr **il? [ubltt) uu19 lltiU uiucaj v/iij jpaiuvj liscolors the leather and dulls the gilt. )u books which are openly exposed, [lis sooty dust mixes with an innoxius and coarser dust, and it all comes ft' together. These facts explain what eems at first paradoxical?that the aore we try to keep books away from lust, and the more we clean them, the irtier they become. Dr. Shepherd expresses in the Lanet the belief that consumption is due o a constant irritation of the air pasnoroa fljiH that f>old air breathed at ? light is one of the greatest irritants. ?liose who live most of the time in the pen air are the least likely to suffer rom phthisis, because their lungs are o aceustomecl to cold air as not to be rritated by it at night. Sleep upon it, and you will take ounsel. A