Pacific Christian messenger., June 06, 1879, Page 2, Image 2

PACIFIC CHRISTIAN MESSENGER, FRIDAY, JUNE 8, 1879.
Mary slipped from her place and ving, nebulous mass fifteen op twenty
The Way The Preacher is Spoiled or glitter, or display. There is no
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into the cabin; but she soon came feet across, that goes as straight as a
rehearsal
of
piety
for
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great
occasions.
in the Making.
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A correspondent of the Religious be unrolled
according to chronometer
Herald furnishes the following, which and audience in the panorama of his
shows that it is hard for some young life, and accompanied by phrasely
men, who are in love, to speak the word and tinkling music set to the
truth, even though they are studying exhibition.
for the ministry:
The believer’s influence is like the
I recently met with a very spright­ fragrance of the myrtle tree—an in-
ly young preacher and remarked what separable sweetness of life, gracious as
a pity it was he did not go to the it is undying; and it breathes through
Seminary before he settled.’ A good storms of adversity and bereavement
brother replied, “ We saw there was as freely as ih mornings of dewy joy.
something in him—gave him employ­ And when most severely tried,
ment, and encouraged him to go on troubled and persecuted, then is his
and make the money to take him to example the most Christly in forbear­
the Seminary ; but just as we were ance and love. Like the myrtle leaf,
having Bright hopes for %is future bruised and torn, the saint of- God, in
usefulness, he met with a fascinating the time of his sorest affliction, ex­
young sister, and concluded it was not hales the most heavenly spirit all
good for man to be alone, and errop- abroad, as if the airs and blooms of
eously thinking he was a fulj-grown Paradise should yet make Eden of
man, he got married, and thus blighted this wilderness.— Rural Home.
our bright hopes. He will do some
Better Late Than Never.
good, but will never make the man
he ought to have been.”
It is not an uncommon thing to
Another sprightly young brother
hear young men complain that their
went half a session to the Seminary
early schooling was deficient in quan­
at Louisville. Returned home to
tity,-poor in quality, or—if neither of
stay a week, and the sight of his
these—was wasted through boyish in­
■ . sweetheart so wrought upon his, feel­
difference and folly. They would get
ings, he wrote back to his chum his
on better ip life if they knew more,
, health was bad, and he could not re­
they are free to admit, but they do
turn to the Seminary. Did he send
not see that they are daily wasting
for a physician ?• By no means. He
opportunities which, if' improved,
sent for a preacher to marry him.
would in a few years give them a
When I saw him at an Association,
fairly good education. They think
last summer, he had his bride with
themselves too old to learn, and spend
him, and was in perfect health.’
more time, regretting their lack of
A third young brother was so
knowledge than would suffice to give
sprightly and promising that three
them the knowledge they need. It is
brethren agreed to pay his expenses
said that the father of Professor Sum­
at Bethel College, and then put him
ner, of Yale College, could neither
- through the Seminary, if he would
write nor read when he came to this
go. He went one session to Bethel,
country, a young English mechanic.
came home, and went about with his
Within twenty years thereafter he
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sweetheart till he informed hi3 friends
was known as one of the best read
he had sore eyes, and could not go bn
men in Hartford, one of the most cul­
with his studies at present.
tivated communities in the country.
r Did he send for an oculist ? You
Instead of wasting his time in idle
are much mistaken, if you think so ’
regrets for his deficient schooling, he
He understood his own case too well.
learned to read, and read to good pur­
He sent for a preacher, who “ tied the
pose. I In a similar way many of the
knot,” and his eyes soon gat well,. He.
best, most honored, ami most s Hee e s s-
is now preaching for some small
ful men our country has known,
churches, and scarcely ekes out a sup­
have begun their acquaintance with
port. I saw him a few days ago, and
letters after reaching manhood; and
felt sorry to think how he had blighted
there
is no reason why the most illit­
his prospects by marrying before he
erate mechanic in our land, if possessed
was a man. He is sprightly, and will
get on tolerably well while the of natural ability and a sincere pur­
vivacity and animation of youth lasts; pose, may not increase his enjoyment
but he will not grow and make the in life, his opportunities for improv­
ing his social and financial condition,
man he ought to be, and would have
and
the chances of bis family for the
been, had he continued at college and
highest
success in life, by an honest
laid a good foundation for future man­
effort to retrieve by study the disad­
hood.
Take still another case. A pious vantages by which early poverty or
and sprightly young brother started lack of educational opportunities lias
to an academy to educate himself for surrounded him.
the ministry, and his health failed, he
Signal Lights.
told me. As usual, instead of con­
sulting a physician, he consulted a
Once I knew a sweet little girl
young lady, who said, " Yes.” They called Mary; and I am going to tell
were made one, and he is now well you how she showed old Jim the sig­
and happy.— Christian Examiner.
nal lights that guide • us to our
Father’s kingdom.
The Christian's Example.
Het papa was a captain of a big
In Alexander Clark’s “ Gospel in ship, and sometimes she went with
the Trees,” we find the following very him to sea; and it was on one of
true estimate of Christian influence these trips that what I am going to
and. example ;
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One day she sat on a coil of rope
The fragrance of the myrtle is not
in blossoms that open, glow for a lit­ watching old Jim clean the signal
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tle season, and then fade away, but in lamps.
“ What are you doing ?” she asked.
the evergreen leaves. It is fragrant
**I am trimming the signal lamp,
a l the year, yielding its sweet odor»
through winter 8 rough blasts, as well Miss,” said old Jim.
“ And what do you trim the lamps
a' through the showers and sunshine
for
?”
<>t' summer time. And the more the
1 ives are tossed, the more richly do
" To keep other ships from running
they exhale their delicious aroma; into us, Miss; if we did not hang out
and when bruised, they are most fra­ our lights, we might be wrecked.”
grant of all, diffusing, as they are
Mary watched him for some time,
crushed, the same delightful odors as and then she ran away and seemed to
.idong as a fragment of leaf remains.
forget all about the signal lights; but
So the Christian’s example is un­ she did not, as was afterwards shown.
conscious and perpetual. His temper
The next day she came to watch
is even, his patience unbroken, his en­ old Jim trim the lamps, and after he
joyments unfailing, his grace like a had helped her on to the coil of rope,
river, sparkling and singing ever­
turned to do his work. Just then
more. His is not the mere influence
wind carried away one of his
hs,
and old Jim began to swear
of word, of promise, of sunny summer
time. There is no set time to show,
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back and put a folded paper into his
hand.
Old Jim opened it, and there,
printed in large letters—for Mary was
too young to write—were these
words, “ Thou shalt not take the
name of the Lord thy God in vain ;
for the Lord will not hold him guilt­
less that taketh His name in vain.”
The .old man looked into her face
and asked, “ What is this, Miss
Mary ?”
“ It is a signal light, please. I saw
that a bad ship was running against
you because you did not have your
signal hung out, so I thought you
had forgotten it,” said Mary.
Old Jim bowed his head and wept
like a little child. At last he said,
“ You are right, Miss; I had forgotten
it. My mother taught me that very
commandment when I was no bigger
than you; and for the future I will
hang out my signal lights, for I might
be quite wrecked by that bad ship, as
you call those bad oaths.”
Old Jim has a large Bible now
which Mary gave him, and on the
cover he has printed, "Signal Lights
for souls bound for Heaven.”—
Child's Paper.
projectile to its mark. They are not
partial as to the kind of tree—pine,
hemlock, elm, birch, maple, hickory,
any tree with a good cavity high up
or lew down.
A swarm of mine ran away from
the new patent hive I gave them, and
took up their quarters in the hollow
trunk of an old apple tree across an
adjoining field. The entrance was a
mouse-hole near the ground. Another
swarm in the neighborhood deserted
their keeper $pd went into the cor­
nice of an out-house that sto^d amid
evergreens in the rear of a large man­
sion. But there is no accounting for
the taste of bees, as Samson found
when he discovered the swarm in the
carcass (or more probably the skeleton)
of the lion he had "slain.—-J ohn B ur ­
roughs , in Scribner for May.
A Touching Scene.
Bible Talk by a Woman.
The New York correspondent oF
the Springfield Republican writes. In
the religious world we are having a-
fashionable sensation of an exclusive’ -
sort, in Mrs. Bottome’s Bible Talks’
They were begun in an up-town par­
lor two years ago with 20 people; at
the last meeting the parlors of one of
the largest Fifth-avenue houses would
not bold the audiences, Ladies filled
the hallways and covered the stairs.
Among her audiences are noticed such
ladies as Mrs. E. S. Jaffray, Mrs.H. M.
Scheiffelin, Mrs. J. W. Girard, Mrs.
W, E. Dodge, and Mrs. Willie Post.
Mrs. Bottome is a good looking mid­
dle-aged lady. She dresses plainly
and speaks sweetly, but very distinct­
ly so that she can be heard without
difficulty ; and she sits in in an arm­
chair, talks simple, fervid, putting
pertinent anecdotes and pleasing
similes in her addresses, and using
language sometimes homely and some-
times'poetical but always fresh and
to the point. She is a wife of a-
Methodist clergyman who has been
stationed at Tarrytown, on the Hud­
son, and it was there that she began
these informal addresses. They have
proved very popular there, sometimes
the street being lined for a long dis­
tance with carriages. She has one
son, an Episcopal curate in England,
and another in college. Her success
in interesting ladies, and making a
real impression on them, shew what
an earnest woman with talent can do .
without cant, and without turning .
the world upside down either. Hbr
husband is to ,be stationed in this
city this spring.
Mrs. B--------- , sat near a scanty
pallet, on which extended the suffer­
ing little Freddy, her bright and beau­
tiful boy, reduced to skin and bone.
His large and mysterious eyes turned
upward, watching the flitting of leaves
and the filaments of sunshine that
peered through the foliage of the mul-
ticaulis. An infant, about a month
Italy.
old, meager, weary of its existence,
A curious scene, says the Roman lay on her bosom, and she in vain try­
correspondent of the Pall Mall Ga­ ing to charm it to repose. " Mamma,’
zette, occurred the other day at Solmo- said Freddy, reaching out his waxen
na. Ever since 1866—7 it has been hand, “ take me to your bosom.1’ “ Yes
illegal for Italians, whether men or love! soon as Maria is still.” “ Mam-
women, to dedicate themselves to a if God had not sent us that little
monastic life. This law has been vir­ cross baby, you could love me, and
tually disregarded ; but a certain sort nurse me as you did when I was sick
of secresy has been maintained when at Cincinnati. My throat is hot,
A Ohild’e Heart.
it has been broken. The other day, mamma, I wish I had a drink in a
however, a number of French monks tumbler—glass tumbler, mamma, and
The other day a curious old woman,
and nuns arrived, at Solmona, belong­ .I could look through it.” “ Dear you
having a bundle in her hand, and
ing to the order of the Celestini, an<| shall have a tumbler.” cried Mrs B
walking with painful effort, sat down
opened schools here, for the girls, there --------- , her lips quivering with emo­
on a curb-step, up Woodward avenue,
for the boys, “with the permission of tion and a wild fire in her eyes. “ Yes
to rest. She was curious because her
their superiors,” No notice was ta­ mamma, one cold drink in a tumbler,
garments were neat and clean, though
ken of them by the civil authorities and your poor little Freddy would fly
threadbare, and curious because a
until the 19th of the present month, up, up there where that little bird
smile crossed her wrinkled face as
when the inhabitants of the town re • sits. Will papa come to night and
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children passed nvi,
her. AV
It might
miguv have
uAVo
ceived an invitation -to assist at the gfiUtt bread? You said, he would.. .
th« smile that attracted a group
ceremony of Signora Amalia Frati ta­ Will he get me a tumbler of water?
.of three little ones, the oldest about
king the veil. The ticket-holders No, mamma,'he will be drunk. Nobo­
nine. They stood in a row in front-
were promised reserved seats. In dy gets drunk in heaven, map ma ?”
of the old woman, saying never a
fact, on the morning of the ceremony, " No no, my son, my angel!’ ” "No,
word, but watching her face. The
a large hall on the Palazzo Sardi was bless your sweet tongue.”
“ And smile brightened, lingered, and then
full of ladies from town and the sur­ there is nice cold water there and ail-
suddenly faded away, and a corner of
rounding neighborhood. The cere­ ver cups ?” Oh, yes, my child, .a
her old calico apron went up to wipe
mony was completed with all the an­ fountain of living waters.” “And it
away a tear. Then the oldest child
cient rites. Signora Amalia, her hair never gets dark there?” “ Never,
stepped forward and asked:
shorn, became Sister Maria Della never !” and the tears fell in streams
" Are you sorry because you haven’t
Croce, and the public were dispersing, down the mother’s pale cheek. "And got any children ?”
when the Royal procurator and his nobody gets siqk and dies ?” “ No, my
" I—I had children once, but they
secretary, the Marshall of the Carbi­ love.” “ If they were to, God would
are all d—dead !” whispered the wo­
neers, and the delegate of the police let thq angels bring them water, I
man, a sob in her throat.
arrived. The Royal Procurator as­ know he would, from the big foun­
“ I’m awfully sorry,” said the little
cended the altar steps, saying, " The tain. Oh, mamma, don’t cry. Do
girl as her own chin quivered. " I’d
ceremony is suspended, and in the people cry in heaven ?” “Oh, no
give you one of my little brothers
name of the law I dissolve the assem­ sweet one; God wipes away all tears,”
here, but you see I haven’t got but
bly, as religious orders are illegal in replied the weeping mother. “ And
two, and I don’t believe I’d like to
Italy.” Not the slightest opposition the angels kiss them off, s’pose. "But
spare one.”
was raised. The ladies dispersed to tell me, mamma, will he come there?”
"God bless you, child—bless yon
their homes, and it is said that the “ Who my son ?” “You know, mama
forever !” sobbed the old woman, and
nuns were ordered to depart in twen­ —papa.” “Hush, Freddy dear, lie
for a full minute her face* Was buried
ty-four hours. At any rate, this is still; you worry yourself.”
Oh, my in her apron.
the first time that the the law has throat! Dear me, if I only had a lit­
"But I’ll tell you what I’ll do,”
been carried out in the letter and the tle water in a tumbler, mamma ; just
seriously
continued the child. " You
spirit.
one little mouthful.” You shall have
may kiss us all once, and if little Ben
~Bees cmthc-Wing^ ’ —r*“ 4V w»d,aa the. mother aauLthiMhe isn’t wirwd ymr rmty k™ himfflm-------—
poor child passed away into the arms
When a swarm leaves for the woods •f Him who shall evermore give it of times, for he is just as sweet a»-
x
they are off before you fairly know it. the bright waters of everlasting life. — candy!’’
Pedestrians who saw three well
They drift away from the hive in a —Ex.
dressed
children put their arms around
wide-spread and apparently aimless
that
strange
old woman’s neck and
concourse, then suddenly gather up
A Prayer for the Times.
kiss
her
were
greatly puzzled. They
their skirts, draw together their forces,
Lord save me from the sinfnllnees of didn’t know the hearts of children,
and away they go, a humming, flying my own heart and life I
Save me from the false doctrines, false and they didn’t hear the woman’s
vortex of bees, the queen apparently
authorities and bigotries of seotarain- words as she rose to go :
in the center and the mass revolving ism I
" Oh ! children, I’m only a poor old
Save me from the ignorance, folly and
about her as a pivot, over orchards
iniquitv of fashionable religion I
woman, believing I’d nothing to live
and meadows, across creeks and
Save me from the over-valuation of any
for, but you’ve given me a lighter
swamps, or woods and deep valleys, thing because it is popular J
me from the awfulness of infidelity heart than I’ve had for ten long
straight for the appointed tree; slow — Save
from all forms of godlessness and hope­
years '’’—Detroit Free Press.
at first, so that you can keep up with lessness !
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Help me to live and die a penitent, faith­
them, but presently with a speed that ful,
holy and happy Bible Christian 1
Queen V ictoria s birthday is very
would tire a fox-hound. In this
singularly made a feast of the first
There are sixty Yale College grad­ class in the Episcopalian church. The
flight the individual bees do not move
in right lingg, or straight forward uates in clerkships in the departments “Magnificat” "Credo” etc., will be
at Washington, thirty of Princetown
thi!
at Trinity.
like a flock of birds, but round and and thirty ®f Dartmouth. The bal­
What
Queen
Victoria
hah
to do with
round like chaff in a whirlwind; ance of the gradutaes (or many of
the Magnificat is known only to those
unitedly they form a whirling, revol- them) ane hotel waiters out west.
who thus worship her.
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