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Leave thy sowing, leave thy spinning! Leave the world and all its sinning. Come and pray! Greet the joyous, radiant morning, *? nn V?o /In tt*ninrf ?-! I I L JKJKII UCUiiS ?v uunuiug Easter day. Altar lilies chastely glisten, 8oe! they raise their heads and listen, Murmuring, Peace! Listen to the songs of gladness, That through sorrow and through sadness Never cease. Hear that glorious anthem ringing, One clear treble voice is singing Wondrouslv: "I know that my Redeemer liveth, The love that unto earth He giveth Cannot die!" One lone sun-ray brightly beaming, Through the chancel window streaming On his face, r Seems to saint the singer lowly, Seems to bless all in tho holy Dim-Jit place. Peace that puts nn end to sorrow, That all heavenly hopes doth borrow, On Easter day; . These are guerdons, Christian, giving Blessing, love, and joy in living; Come and pray! ?Percival Steet. AN EASTER THIEF. BY JUDITH SPENCER. Dolly Merton efx looked up and /=? laughed a little at ^er ^r^en(^'8 dietressed face. "Madge, dear, you are always in a pickle. TVhat is it this time?" Madge Townsend threw herself back de6pariDgly in the big armchair. "This is the worst one yet!" ehe lighed. Dnllv Inirl rlmrn hor pmhrnidprv and looked at her inquiringly. "You know I'm the Treasurer of our Merry Workers' Circle,'" Madge began. Yes." "And the money from our dues and lines, and the sale of dolls and aprons mounted altogether to fourteen dollars and seventy-five cents. We've been trying to get it up to fifteen dollars, and we were going to give it for an Easter ottering at church to morrow afternoon." "Yes; well?" "Well, it's gone 1" "Gone?" "Yes; gone, and worse yet?stolen! Not a eouI knows yet but yoa and I, ana me tmei, 01 coarse, -tsut isn't u awful, and -what shall I do?" "Stolen, Madge? But I don't understand who could have stolen it. Where did you keep it?" "Well, I was counting it over only day before yesterday, and I laid it down on my mantel?it was in the Tiffany note-paper box I've always kept it in?and then, well, to tell the truth, 1 forgot and left it out there, and to-day when I remembered and went to look for it it was gone." "But that doesn't prove it was stolen, Madge." "Doesn't it? When nobody has been near my room but Katherine.the new waitress?I never liked her?and she has a 6ick sister, she pretends, who needs all kinds of expensive medicines and things. Of course she stole it, and I don't know what to do "Moth#** iq still away, and I really don't dare accuse Katherine to her face. There's . no knowing what she might do, but it's awful to have Buch a thief around. And then, Dolly, to-morrow's Easter. I'm responsible for that money, and how am I going to replace it?" "Your allowance?" enggested Dolly. "But 1 haven't fifty cents left. You know how money always slips through my fingers. I really meant to do better this month,but Thursday I bought the loveliest new hat for Easter. When I saw Jennie Warren's I was dying with envy, but mine is much prettier, and it nnrrhf. fn Ko?.if fiffoon ^nllora I don't know what mamma will say, but it's a beauty." "Look here, Madge. Wouldn't they take it back again if you explained? "DOLLY LAID DOWN' HER EMBROIDERY." That's just the amount you need, and then " "Oh, but, Dolly, I couldn't! Why, what are you thinking of? Explain to a milliner? Ask Mme. La Ruo to give me back the money? I never couid in the world! Besides, it would just [ break my heart to part with it." "Then go to jour father, Madge dear, and tell him." Ob, but, Dolly, that's impossible, ioo ! You see," Hushing a little, "he had to help me out last month. You know I broke Nellie Graham'3 gold locket, and it cost so much to get it Ktfc-,' repaired, I had no idea. "Well, I couldn't pay the bill, so I had to go to papa, and he lectured me so. He -- ? TTo nairl T woo flRTft 10 bU pttlblUUiM* v? ? ,.?W WW. w lees and extravagant, and if I could not learn to manage better he would have to stop my allowanoe altogether, and just give me fifty cents a week for spending money the way he used to; and I couldn't bear that. It would be too humiliating." "I wish your mother was at home," Dolly said, thoughtfully. "So do I," sighed Madge. "But she isn't, and I must have the money. Look here, Dolly. Do you think I could get it if I could screw up my courage to tell that Katherine up and down that I knew she was a thief, and threaten to have her arrested if she did not put it back on my mantel by to-morrow morning?" "Oh, np, no, Madge; don't think of it! It isn't a question of courage, dear, but there might be some mistake." "No there isn't," Madge said, positively; "and how else am I to get the money ?" "Madge, would you mind my telling mamma?" "Oh, Dolly, I should die of shame if anyone were to know of it but you. aW4LM I filled my house with fl Wfjji All that the loveliest a C-Jfi v In every nook some clus Perfume and beauty g Boses and lilies, spicy in Jill/' Carnations^ hyacinths ijfansies lur muu^uis vi . And sweet blue violets The flowers were all for I thought he might frc And gain mayhap some 1 Seeing his mother's lo' There was a woman bow Who told me, amid tef In father-land her kinsfi To church with hymns Poor homesiok soul! I But yet, griof somehoi I gave from all my rich A small jar with a red Even while she went wil A neighbor's little chil A single lily. My flowei What could a single at I took it from her little 1 And gave the eager uj My boy in heaven woula How mid his wealth ol That night I dreamed ol _Where light was shini fwnere cnanung voices i And white-robed peop And one there was. a lit My boy, my own, In h Clasping with radiant si A lily, and a red geraj Even the girls must never know what a careless treasurer I am!" Dolly looked very thoughtful and anxious. Tnis seemed to her the worst scrape her happy-go-lucky friend had ever got into. Madge wps a warmhearted girl, but careless and extravagant, as her father had said, and Dolly felt that if she could not suggest some 6peedy remedy, even worse troable might follow. While Mrs. Townsend was away with her sick mother, conscientious Dolly felt that in a way she must be guardian over thoughtless Madge and extricate her from ail her troubles. At last her brow cleared. ''Madge, dear." "YeB, Dolly?" "I think I can help yon out." "Oh, you darling! I knew you could 1" "I have five dollars you can take. I was saving it for?but no matter ; and then there's my embroidery. If we ?..1J ?l- AonfrA UUU1U Uiii) OC11 havoc WIA4VW w? pieces I've just finished!" Madge knew that her friend had been working on them for the past two months, in secret, for Easter gifts for her mofher and her two married sisters, and her heart gave a quick throb of compunction and regret as she realized the extent of Dolly's generosity. "Oh, but, Dolly, would you?" "Yes, dear, on condition that yon tell your mother all about it, and ask her advice just the minute she gets home." Madge promised, and Dolly brought from their hiding place the three beautiful centrepieces, which had been carefully pressed, and tacked upon quires of pink, glazed paper which showed them off to the best advantage. She smothered a sigh as she carefully wrapped them in paper, for they had been a labor of love, and she had counted so much upon her mother's and sisters' pleasure in the surprise she had prepared for thsm. Fortunately, no one was in the secret but her friend aud herself; and if by sacrificing them she could get poor, careless Madge out of this serious difficulty, ought she not be willing, even glad, to do so? And especially as during the evening she would have time to embroider initials on a hand' kerchief apiece for hei mother and sisters, and she could make othei centrepieces at some future time. Together the girls went out ani down to one of the large fancy-goodi shops where they were both unknown j Dolly turned rosy red, as she statei i j her errand, and llushed still mon deeply when the head woman calmb j but decidedly Ireused to buy. I The same thing occurred again j The afternoon was waning ; the fjirl i were in despair. Dolly had a musii ; j lesson at half-past four, and at las there was nothing for her to do bnt g leave Madge with the undisposed of ii embroideries and hasten back to be in o time for her lesson. b Meanwhile, Madge had been expe- f< riencing a variety of emotions. At a, first indignation against the new wait- - ress?the thief?who had made this disagreeable business necessary, had been uppermost in her mind. But gradually, as she noted Dolly's eager interest and anxiety to help her and her distress at their lack of success, she began to feel a sort of admiring envy of her unselfish, loyal friend, and a queer sort of indignation against herself and her own carelessness in leaving money for which she was responsible lying around where the , first dishonest person could take it unperceived. If she was eo to blame, surely she ought to be willing to endure a little humiliation. So, with sudden determination, she started for the fancygoods shop, which her mother always 41 patronized, and whefe she was well known. The head woman, Mrs. Lee, herself e: canio forward,smiling and bowing when h Madge entered. w "Good afternoon, Miss Townsend, what can I show you to-day?" ai a TREASURE. |jfJ ^ owers for Easter Day, ?vffli O! nd sweetest bloom; t< racing'every room. Mm, J love and ardent hope, wfjlL n ; bringing balm for ills. I? I*1 him, my boy, my boy! wnCk >m heaven look smiling down, RJJI) little added joy, 'Inw ve in blossoms shown. 11LW ed with grief and care iydu tl irs, how far away WjUV oik forth would fare IMX i and flowers on Easter Day. Awlrl had no flowers to spare, vJf / ;v hath compelling power; Invfl ai abundance there IfflMf' m geranium flower. VyRI/ :b grateful sm'le and tbankP, Vyff/ ic Id came bringing me \Wm\ Bi rs stood xn ranks; HIj/gt ided lily be! IMMj * j oving hand, ff/M. ^turned face a kiss; , , I see and understand lflfji " t flowers eame also this. , kill iff Uj ! fields and gardens fair WMfV lL ng and wbere fountains played, Mjt' lj hrilled the fragrant air, WjWA tc le with glad faces strayed. /nxfjl tie way apart, eaven's sweet Easter hour, W j nile upon his heart F, " Qium flower! 1 J?Mary L. B. Branch. ,| r< tl it "Oh, I've not come to buy," Madge 8| etammered. "I've come to show you something. It isn't my work?it's a << friend's?but she has let me take it, n beoause?because?mamma is away, K and we want to raise some money before a' certain day, and?and?we couldn't think of any other way." "I see, yes, the embroidery is very prettily done. You want to leave it 8j here for me to sell for you on commission?" e] Madge's face flushed still more t; deep> I "We?tliat is I?neea tne money at ^ Once," ehe faltered. it "How much do you want?" inquired j, Mrs. Lee, her eyebrows lifted in our- a] prise. 0 "Ob, what must she be thinking of d me?" thought Madge. "Nine dollars f< and seventy-five cents, please," she si murmured, faintly. And Mrs. Lee, i! knowing that the work would readily sell for more than that amount, and si feeling, too, that it might be poor ]V policy to refuse to oblige the daughter c . ni nno rtf hpr flnstnmflrs. smilinclv counted out the money and banded it j a, to Madge. c With a grateful "thank you" Madge a hurried away, stopping just for a mo- c ment to tell Dolly of her success and s< then speeding onward to her home. s: Her heart was lighter than it had been all day, and yet Bhe felt a ]< strange, unexplainable, underlying t burden of regret and shame. 1 To her joylul surprise an upward d glance as she approaohed the house, h revealed her mother's face at the win1 dow. d "Oh, mamma, mamma dear!" she 1< ^ cried, as she threw herself in her v mother's arms, "how 1 have wanted t! you and longed for you! Don't leave me again. And 1'vo so much to tell t you. You will be sorry and ashamed J ' of me, I know. I have been so care- f less, so cowardly, but you ought to c > know about Katherine at once. It is t 1 really dreadful. And Dolly Merton is J i' the dearest, noblest, most generous j I A 1:0X1X8-01 irl I know. " And then she poure< ito her mother'e ears th<i whole stor; f tbe stolen money, and how she ha een afraid to accuse the thief to he ice, ashamed to go to her falhe gain and tell of .tier carelessness anc "WE?THAT IS I?NEED T1IE MONET A' ONCE? SHD! FALTERED. " itravagance, and how t.nhappy eh* ad been until Dolly Merton had sc weotly oome forward to her relief. Mrs. Townsenci looked very grav< s she listened to tb Lb reciwl. Whei ladge had finished she said : "The first thing to do i6 to buy bacl Jolly's embroideries and return then > her at once with the money she gav< nn PTprft in mv Trarse. co back di jctly to Mrs. Leo and pay her what per she may ask. The other side o le matter we will consider later on, iurry now, dear, or the shop will be losod before you can get there." Mrs. Lee smiled as Madge reap eared breathless before her. "Mamma has just returned," th< oung girl said, joyfnlly, "and sh< dows all about it and has sent me t( ay back the centrepieces you o< indly bought from me just now." So Mrs. Lee brought them out anc rapped them up, and refused to tak< tore than she had just paid for them; nowing well that by so doing she wai aving the way for generous profits ii le future. That evening, right after dinner,anc ^ " 'ii 1- i 1j? l tst as JJOIIJ naa snut nersen iii nei 3om and was diligently at work 01 ne of the handkerchiefs, which wer< ) take thti place of her pretty vanishec 3ntre-pieces on the morrow, there ime a tap at the door, and there wer< )6 centre-pieces again; and a note om Madge telling how her mother'i expected return enabled her to senc ack the embroideries and the monej ith a thankful heart, and the assurance lat she would never forget her friend'i feet kindness. So Mad/re, as Treasurer of the "Merrj Workers," handed in fourteen dollars id seventy-five cents after the servioe tat Easter afternoon. And she felt very thankful thai rerything had turned out eio well? >r her sick grandmother wan improvise?her mother was at home again? id Dolly's willing sacrifice had beer anecessary after all. Bat still she was not happy, and rangely enough, Bhe took no pleasure i the new hat which only yesterdaj le had thought so fine. It had seemed ^possible to part with it then, thougi le had been ready enough to accepl olly's far greater sacrifice! She hali ivied Dolly to-dfl.y, wearing her old ilt; her money bad not been all spenl pon herself! An d Madge penitently jsolved to please her father by learn' lg to spend her allowance more wise ' and less selfishly in the future, and ) keep a certain proportion of it foi i "emergency fund" as Dolly had sc ften laughingly advised. 1 1 ? AIIA two t Jtsut aooui anomer duo ?. .ill dissatisfied ;ind nncomfortable, hough her mother had pome to he: ascae and supplied the missing money le fact remained nnaltered that th< Merry Workers'" money had beer ;olen, aDd the thief wa9 still at large Mamma had said,as Dolly had done There may be some mistake. I an ot sure that Katherme took th< loney." They wera both very blind, fo] tadge felt positive that it was so. "What else could haye become o ;?" she had asked herself, conclu ively, again and again. But on Easter Monday morning, a: tie was rummaging through her un dy closet for a missing glove, sh ime suddenly upon a familiar lookin/ ox?a Tiffany's noto-paperbox?wit! ;s contents all untouched 1 And then 1 a quick-shamed flash of recollectioi lie i'aw herself hastily placing it there ut of sight, when she was callet ownstairp suddenly, several days be ore. And feather-brain that ehe was be had afterward forgotten all abou k .3er mother had gone out and i Berried an age until she returned am lodge could make a full and complet onfession. :,Oh, mamma, what have I done? bo cried penitently. "I have ac u:;ed an innocent person. Wha mends can I ever make to poor Kath rine! I have been so wicked, s an fhnnfif? blind an< U1UC1U| ou illy and extravagant. I can see it al off. I have been learning so man; 3PSGEG these pa3t few days, and now hia, too!" Mrs. Townsend laid her hand ten erly upon her daughter's bowe ead. 'They are all comprised in this, m; ear: 'Charity,' which is the same a ave, 'suffereth long and is kind ; en ieth not, is not easily provoked hinketh no evil.1 " "Ah yes, mamma, I understand,an bat is Dolly's way; it must be, lad ge said, thoughtfully. "And b( ore next Easter comes around," sh ontinued, looking up steadfastly inti ier mother's eyes, "I will try to mak t my way, too."?Frank Leslie' 'leasant Hours, JT PARTY. / ! TAILOR-MADE GIRLU a g WU?T CUD DDnWD'KinC.RS IV + r NEW YORK WEAR. t 1 Women Clubs In the Metropolis? Bliss Field's Success In Gotham and Other American Girls' On the Other Side. (Special New York Letter.) THUS does a New York spring poet sing: "Of all the girls on land or sea, the tailor girl's <J" the girl for me." rreciseiy bo. Place two women side by side dressed for promenading, one olad in silks and laces, the other in a wellfitting cloth snit, and nine men ont of ten will pick the simpler clad maiden as the winner. Men as a rale like to see thoir wives, Bisters and sweethearts dressed in what r they call "something sensible as well as stylish." And as the average woman dresses to please some man, the 0 present rage for tailor-bailt snitB is * out of deference to the lords of oreaation. s Fashionable women of New York 1 3. 1 T> J 1 1 promenade uioug oruauway uciwsbu the hoars of four and six p. m., and . 1 the styles chosen by them for street 1 wear are a criterion of what is good 3 taete. In London one sees the swagger set * before noon on Regent and Bond ' streets. Oar readers prefer the late afternoon, and many well-known faces 5 are seen daily. Mrs. J. Hooker Hamersle? and Mrs. Frederic de Peyster are always among the observed of the observers, They are elegant-looking 3 women as well as excellent dressers. 3 The other afternoon Mrs. Hamers' ley looked superb in a rich claret> colored cloth gown, thq skirt hand somely relieved at the foot with blaok * eilk braid in a pretty pattern, and the 3 stylish Eton coat having braided tabs > for revers. She wore a hat in two 3 tones of red and carried a dark red 1 skeleton umbrella. Close behind Mrs. Hamersley was * Mrs. de Peyster, wearing a costume r that breathed the air of spring. A 1 short, dapper, three-button cut a-way 3 coat was stitched on the edges, and * fitted the wearer's fine figure without 3 a wrinkle. The cloth was a mixture 3 of tan with hair line of brown. A 3 3 I RICH OLA.RET CLOT^ GOWN AND STYLISH EfON COAT. 1 stylish dark brown waistcoat spotted 3 in silk lent a "well-groomed" eflect to her whole outfit. r New York has, perhape, more clabs for women than any city in the world f artst-tal nnlifiAiil mnoir?n.l rlrnTflftfift. literary, Daughters of the Revolution and "revolting daughters." They 3 spring up like mushrooms and aro as thick as peas in a pod, They all serve b some good purpose, too. 5 The clubs of a purely social characi ter give numerous entertainments dur, ing the year, and in this way are toft troduced many young people of "asi, pirations," such as monologue artists, 1 readers, vocalists and musicians. at ;n?~ I- iu.100 nxai j J.1CUUU L1C1U AO an uiua- i , tration of the first class of aspirants, t She recently made a successful debut A N12AT COSTUME OF LOVELY TWEED. 1 i hero as a reader of her father's poetry, * and iB already in great demand for public and parlor entertainments. Miss Field is the daughter of the late Eugene Field, beloved from the Atlan- t tic to the Pacific for his exquisite ^ "Little Boy Blue," "Winkin', Blink- c in' and Nod," and his child's poetry in i general. She was so closely associated j with him during the last lew years of 'J his life that she unconsciously caught s his special keynote. Whether in ( pathetic or humorous selections she t ho.'ds her audience firmly. 1 Tell and graceful, not yet twenty, t tie has a peculiarly aristooratio air. Phen I saw her she looked sweetly irlish in a neat costume of fanoy weed made with a ohio doable ireastea reeier wnicn naa iwu ume HANDSOME CAPE WORN BY A SOCIETY BELLE. Little pockets, and a smart velvet collar. Tbe skirt hang in graoeful folds. She wore a pretty turban of coarse green straw. Many of these girls, after making a reputation here, go abroad aud earn a deal of money "doing their specialty" in London drawing rooms. To gam an entrance into the circles of conservative English swelldom, tbey must be properly introduced. This is nannlln V\*/\n/vVtl oKAllf V?TT A YT\ ari OQTI uouauj Ul kj U b auvuu k/j women resident in London, suoh as Mrs. John W. Mackay, Mrs. Ronalds, Lady Randolph Churchill, the Countess Craven (Mrs. Bradley Martin's daughter) and many others of that ilk. A notable case of being "properly" presented was that of the Columbian Quartette, two Southern and two Western girls, who last season took sooial London by storm with their banjos and quaint negro melodies. "Loud scream the Eagle," say I, as long as our girls can manage to wedge their way through the exclusive portals of the upper ten in England and continue to fill their pockets with golden guineas. Mme. Nordioa sings with more fervor than ever since her "tiff" with \ Jfi* ^iv 'ij'!'' f|" !l j I ; S! W' llliiiifi I f 11 ? jj 1 ? f(i\4 h 2:!!:; !!::! i: II f 3 i.: ?fe J s I i f\\\ h: $! {;'!; jjjl'l ij ! ! jj f; *'j; jj j; I!; h| WflSS'l Jgf |; ? |i if!; j; t 2 | [?| $? % '|^ .y DAPPER THREE-BUTIONED CUT-A WAY COAT. some of the members of the Graa Opera Company. She seems determined to win, and her accession to the Damrosch forces gave her an opportunity to practically ask her hearers to institute comparisons. Her idea, no doubt, was to have each individual who heard her in the Metro t'a -- ? ? ? ?ti/1 oott pOIlbUU ^U ULLlUUy lilO iiXCiiuo auu ot?ji "Just tell them that you saw me." Bravo, Madame Nordical Americans for America; especially when they are of your diamond quality, with your sparkling vocalism and without a flaw in yoar art. I saw a very handsome cape worn by a society belle at the Knickerbocker Theatre during the engagement of the Bostonians in the new opera, "The Serenade." It was a rich shadoof myrtle green, braided all ovor in Berlin style with black silk braid, and attracted much attention. Talking of spring costumes reminds one of spring flowers; and this again reminds one of the favorite flowers ol the nations. The other day I got a letter from a witty American friend traveling in Ireland enclosing a United States greenback note of the smallest denomination carefully pasted under the following couplet: "France has the lily, England the rose; Everybody knows where the shamrock grows: 3cotland the heather that blooms on the hill; And America, dear America, the sweet dollar bill." It is a remarkable fact about the dollar bill that it retains its particular kind of fragrance longer than any ather* sort of sweet-william. Every woman will agree with this. The costumes illustrated herewith were designed by The National Cloak 3o., of New York. A Costly Clock. Baron Ferdinand Rothschild possesses an old "grandfather's" clock :hat originally cost over S150,000. The mechanism records the day of the week, months of the year, the phases )f the mooQ an.l strikes each hour. The quarters aro chimed with a differ;nt bell, and (a rare thing with these slocks) it has a second hand. The case vas made by Wertheimer and stands ourteen feet high. It was originally he property of Louis XVI. Romance of Czar and Czarina. Russians have a popular version of ho Czar's proposal to the Czarina. ?Vhen the young Czarowitz popped the [uestion ho said: "The Emperor, my ather. has commanded me to make *ou the oiler of my hand and heart." Co which Princess Alix of Hesse reponded: "And my grandmother, ^ueen Victoria, has commanded me o accept the offer of your hand; your ieart I will take myself." And thus he royal troth was plighted. 1 RELIGIOUS READING. 1 THE DIVISE ASTISAN. Perhaps yon have heard of the method H strange. N V Of violin makers In distant lands, V TITI 1 L -1.1. /. nn<4 man/1in(7 ffitn A Kill? * miu, uy uicimiijg auu ukuuuo _ ful hands, " Make instruments having a wider range Than ever was possible for them, so long As they were new, unsbattered and strong. Have you ever thought when the heart was * sad, When the days seem dark and the nights unending, That the broken heart, by the Father's , . mending, Was made through sorrow a helper glad. Whose service should lighten more and , more < ' The weary one's burdens as never before ? Then take this simple lesson to heart When sorrows crowd,and you cannot sing: To the truth of the Father's goodness cline : Believe that sorrow is only a part Of the wondrous plan that gives thrbugh pain The power to sing more glad refrain. ?Author Unknown. IMAOE6 OF 000*8 OBEAT PITY. You see the Thames as it goes sluggishly down to the arches, carrying with it endless Impurity and corruption. You watch the i Inky stream as it pours along day and night, \ and you think it will pollute the world. But \ you have just been down to the seashore, i and you have looked on the great deep, and | It has nbt left a stain on the Atlantic. \ No, it has been running down a good 1 many years, and carried a world of impurity with it, but when you go f to the Atlantic there is not a speck on it. As to the ocean, it knows nothing about it. It is full of majestic music. So the smoke of London goes up, and has been going up ; for a thousand years. One would hay? ; thought that it would have spoiled the \ scenery by now, but you get a look at it { sometimes. There is the great blue sky I which has swallowed up the smoke and v gloom of a thousand years, and its azure veplendor is unspoiled. It is wonderful how the ocean has kept its purity, and how the sky has taken the breath of the millions and the smoke of the furnaces, and yet it is j as pure as the day God made it. It is beau- , tiful to think that these are only images of ' God's great pity for the race. Our sins,they are like the Thames, but, mind you, they shall be swallowed up?lost in the depths of y the sea, to be remembered against us no more. Though our sins have been going up j to heaven through the generations?yet, ' though thy sins are as crimson, they shall be as wool, as white as snow.?Rev. W. L. Watkinson. A PBAYEB FOB BIOHT LIVIXO. 0 God, help us to live our little life wisely, noDly. usefully to others. We shall so live if we live in thy Son, if we die in thy Son. if we rise again in thy Son ; then shall our life be an evangel, our breath shall be a gospel amongst men. If any have heavy burdens to carry, give strength that they may be borne bravely ; if any have to turn aside sometimes to shed tears in darkness, may they hear a voice in the cloud promising comfort; if any are called to new experience of adversity, who have only seea poverty at a distance before, the Lord give them strength ; if any are of aching heart, wondering how it is with the old man, with the gentle grayhaired mother, with the wandering child, the Lord heal such heart ache, tfle .Lora 3 Daim De pienuiuuy ui?pensed in the hour of need. The Lord knowi th us altogether; herein is ourjoy.and herein is sometimes our fear; yet we will not fear; tnou knowest our frame, thou rememberest that we are dust. The Lord be with us in all time of suffering and of anxious thoughtfulness, and especially be with us when we are drinking copiously of the wine of joy, lest in our momentary intoxication we \ forget that Jesus alone can turn our water j ' into wine. Amen. \ LOVE WILL BEOET LOVE. * I V). Down into serious contemplation of sacred ' and eternal things we must go to get the help our brothers need, down into the darkness of those thoughts where man comes close to God to learn what we may teach in the light. O, that we could understand Hoan ippnt for nil thfi heln and teaching that He gave. 0 fathers, mothers, friends, ministers, teachers, scholars, men! in all our darkness we must give each other light. To love the truth on one hand and our brethren on the other, to love God and God's children, that will make our human nature transparent so that God can shine through it. For this one thing we are sure of?that no man ever yet loved Christ and loved his brother that Christ did not find His own way through him into his brother, and so help and enlighten both the humble teacher and learner with Himself.? Phillips Brooks. A XflAlCiA CVM With the night shadows, Lird. our hearts return to thee. We have walked through dangers and thou hast preserved us. We have been tempted and thou hast shown us the way of escape. Pardon us in thy loving kindness for the sake of Jesus Christ our Lord that we hav.i sinned against thee both by transgression and neglect, and help us f^raaL'A nur sin. Willi OlUldO IV^CUVUUVU *.v We bring our fears and perplexities, our doubts and cares, to leave them at thy mercy seat. Grant us to rest this night with quiet hearts through faith in thy abiding care. Remember all who are in need. Quicken thy church with divine life. Have all our dear ones in thy holy keeping, and grant them gifts according to thy love. And may the quiet of the evening and the sleep of night bring strength, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen. THE LIGHT THAT XEVER FADES. Many and mauy of these men whom we see plodding on" in their dusty ways are traveling with visions in their souls. Nobody knows it but themselves and God. Once, years ago, they saw a light. They knew, if only for a moment, what companionships, what attainments, they were made for. That - ? ~ J I*, t- A.i 1 llgnt na?s never iaueu. n is iuo suui ui ^uuu things which they are doing in the world today. It makes them sure when other men think their faith is gone. It will be with them till the end, until they come to all its pruphesit's.?Fhillips Brooks. Let us imitate him who sought the moun cain tops as his refreshment after toil, but , never left duties undone or suff erers unrelieved in pain. Let us imitate him who turned from the joys of contemplation to the joys of service without a murmur when his disciples broke in on his solitude with "All men seek tliee." but never suffered the outward work to blunt his desire fur. nor to encroach on, the hour of still communion with his Father. Lord, teach us 10 work ; Lord, teach us to pray.?A. Maclaren. Distrust thyself, but trust His grace, It is enough for thee ; In every trial thou shalt trace us lllcii ncy. Distrust thyself, but trust His strength ; In Him tiiou shalt be strong; Hi* weakest ones may l'-arn at length ' A daily triumph-song. ?France s R. Ha verbal. So many people seem to take lif,* as a Joom, and allow its inevitable conditions to depress them, instead 0r taking its conditions and weaving the most glorious issues. -llev. J. V. W. Ware. Bank Taxation in Kentucky. The Kentucky Court of Appeals reversed its former decision on bank taxation, and hereafter banks will have to pay taxes the same as other property. The State will have to pay back thousands to the banks, and these institutions will have to pay large /" mounts to the city and county tax receiver. Heretofore the oulv tax on banks has been a Stale levy. Sufferers by the Sliding ltojr. Nearly one thousand persons suffered by having their lauds wholly or partiy covere l by the moving Irish bog on the shores of Lake Killarney.