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imaglhe very nearly what the other Is—I mean in essentials. There will be little points of difference, a great contrast per* haps in temperament, but in the main a girl is what her mother makes her; and in the broad principles which underlie charac ter, the one will be the other's counterpart. So remember, my dear young friend, when you go atvay from home, to school, to travel, or to visit, you carry about you your home atmosphere. If you are strohg, generous, true, gentle, you say to lookers-on, that as you are, so is the dear one who watched over you in the forming days of childhood, and who sees her own girlish image reflected in you nowi Your name is not more dis tinctly marked on the linen of your ward robe, than hers is written upon your daily life. It seems to me that this is u thought to make ohe very careful. It is a great re sponsibility to be another's representative. $abbath §oui[. the Movsrn or the gospel. BY ALKXANDKU BEAN'S, D. D. Tlie sound of the gospel Is passing away; The days of probation are ending; O, who will return to their Havlor to-day, While the prayers of his saints are ascending? The sound of the gospel Is passing away— Long, long, has It lingered around us: How sweetly, lu childhood. It taught us to pray I Hut, alas! we are still where It found us. The sound of the gospel Is passing away, Thnt rose on the wings of the morning, When thcdeardyingslrc call'd Ills offspring to pray, And bequeath’d them his last holy warning. Tlio sound of the gospel Is passing away; It rolls over Island and ocean; The CafTtc and Hindoo are learning to pray, And bow In their bouIs’ deep devotion. The sound of the gospel Is passing away; It Hies on the four winds of heaven: Creation now dawns with- millennial day, And the world’s Anal warning Is given. The sound of the gospel Is passing away; The ofTers of mercy ore closing; Ten thousand are gone wlio’ve refused to obey, And aro now under tombstones reposing. The sound of the gospel Is passing away; Soon, soon sball the great work be over— And the grave holdsltsdead, ’til the last burnlngday Shall the dooms ot creation discover. The sound of the gospel Is passing away— O, God, ring Its last notes In thunderl Let pcul after peal rouse the sinner to-day, To fly from the wrath he Is under. The sound of the gospel Is passing away, And bearing the saints to their glory. Hall, mighty Iledecmer! 0, when shall thy sway Bring the millions on earth to adore Thee? The sound of the gospel Is passing away; The skies with the God-head nre bending; O shout, ye redeemed, lor the darkness Is day, And the glorified hosts are ascending I Life's Autumn. Like the leaf, life has its fading. We often think and speak of it with sadness; just as we think of the autumn season. But there should be no sadness at the fading of a life that has done well its work. We welcome with joy the coming of a new life—a new traveler through the uncertainties of this world’s ways. Why, then, should we be sad when all these uncertainties are past and life’s work well done. The spirit seeks its home in the city of our Ood. As the spring is beautiful, with its fresh ness and promise, so is childhood sweet in its innocence and the possibilities that the future may unfold. But it is a holier, rarer beauty which the waning life of faith and duty wears. The full, retlned harvest sug gests no thought of sadness. It is only when the bud drops, blighted, or the mildew blasts the grain, and all hope of a rich har vest is gone, that one may well be sad. When the ripened year sinks amid autumn flowers and brilliant leaves, why should we regret? And so a life that is ready and waiting for the “well done” of God—a life that has truly faded as a leaf, and become more radiantly beautiful as the autumn of life drew near—should be given back to God in uncompluining reverence and gratitude, that one life has so well fulfilled life's pur pose. It is not one alone that should give kindly words of encouragement and praise, but each should express their appreciation of any little effort that lias been put forth for their comfort and happiness. We have seen homes where the wife and mother made it only a home in name by her constant fret ting and fault-finding. How much more womanly would it be to aim to rule the hearts of her family by gen tle tones and words of praise for deeds well done, knowing that no cords are ever so strong and lasting as the cords of love. Some parents are so afraid that a child will grow proud that they never praise him or commend his acts in any way. Of course THE SOUTHERN WORLD, FEBRUARY 1,1882. there is a difference in the character of chil dren, and a timid, sensitive child needs more praise than one who is more self- confident^ but we believe that judicious praise is a powerful aid in the training and management of children. It is the high re ward of every successful struggle to do right, and if constantly withheld it leaves a stinging sense of injustice in the heart of the childi No more beautiful sight can be imagined than a home circle Where father, mother, brothers and sisters, all seem to vie with each other in constant consideration for the happiness of all, and appreciation of each others labors, trials and sacrifices. Outer and Inner I.lfe- Carelessly we gaze upon the beauties of the outer world, dreuming not ihut down deep within the bosom of our Mother Earth are hidden stores of wealth, until some pen etrating mind seeks out and brings to light the treasures of our rocks and hills. Thus carelessly we|look upon our fellowman, and, judging alone by the outer life, we know nothing of the thoughts and feelings that dwell within. How oft in daily life do we meet persons seemingly cold and careless—those whom we deem harsh and unfeeling—hut could we penetrate to the inner depths we should find a fountain of tenderness whose wuters have not been stirred perchance for years, because no lov ing tones have breathed upon them since a mother’s tender voice was hushed in death; but let some skillful hand cast but a pebble into the unruffled surface, and anon there comes bubbling forth pure, fresh thoughts where we had expected to find on ly bitterness. And there arc others, those whose outer life seems all sunshine, who have a smile for all they meet, but within is a poisoned fuuntain, and the smile but hides the troubled waters, vailed from all eyes except God’s. But there arc those who, with God’s love in their hearts, go about doing good—seek ing not to hide all the sunshine of their lives—but when trials come meet them bravely, cheerfully, hiding within their own bosoms all that may give pain to others, and searching out the good, strive to crush the evil in the heart of man. It is well for us that the outer life is not al ways an index of the inner—that to us has been given the power to conceal within our hearts their deepest emotions. We watch the leaves and buds unfolding in the spring time, but we cannot see the band that gives to them life and vitality. So we may watch the life of man, but we cannot know of the hidden motives that may prompt his every deed. Only by our own weakness, our own sorrows, are we taught to look with lenity on our fellow be ings—and were we to search deeper we would find that within the hearts of all there are some hidden chords which, if but touched aright, would send forth harmony where now we find only discord. Then let us judge not alone by the outer life, re membering that every “heart knoweth its own bitterness.” Why Not? Breakfast is over. Why not, before the day’s business begins, gather the family in the sitting-room to thank your heavenly Father for his preservation in the past, and to ask his guidance and inspiration for the future? The mother or elder sister takes her seat at the piano. The younger child ren gather about it. The tune is a simple one. Baby can join in; perhaps her voice is sometimes air, sometimes alto, and some times an uncertain variation between the two, but jt is the sweetest voice of all. The father reads a few verses from the Bible; perhaps he reads in course some one of the romantic stories of the Old Testament— David, Esther, Ruth; perhaps he gets such a harmony of the Gospels as Edmund Kirkc’s Life of Christ, and he reads that in comparable life in course; perhaps he reads from the New Version, while the older children compare the language ot the Old Version. He does not read the genealogies from the Book of Numbers, nor the impreca tory Psalms, nor the prophecies of Jere miad. He closes the simple service with a few words of thanksgiving and consecration. And the day begins with a holy impulse which is not lost through all its busy hours; it is sweetened by this fragrant incense as the great cathedral by the smoke of the cen ser swung before the altar. Life Ib ennobled; activities of business and drudgeries of household take a take a new and holy mean ing; the passions and petulances of yester day are purified, or at least allayed; heaven and God are brought near; love sweeps through the soul, cleansing it of foul and meph'istic vapors, as when the casement window is thrown open and the clear light and fresh airof God’s giving is letintodrive out the exhalations of the night. Why not? There is no time? The mo ments are not Wasted that are spent in oiling the machinery of life, and there is no such lubrication of life’s complaining joints as pure devotion. Y’ou cannot pray? There are others who can lead you. Tuke the book of Common Prayer, and let its brief and beautiful service for home devotions serve as the phrasing of yoursoul’s wants. Why let day after day go by with never a word of thanks to your God, never an utterance of your heart’s love to him? Why let your children grow up with never a hint that your heart recognizes the All-Father, and never an opportunity to join with you in that service which, ubove all others, brings hearts nearest each other in the confluence of love? Begin the New Year with this sweet and sacred consecration of your home to Him who gave it to you, thut you might have always with you the joyous anticipa tion in jour journey to the home ubove. Why not?—[Christian Union. Petting the Tiger. I remember of rending of a mother visit ing a menagerie, with a lovely infant in her arms. As they stood by the ti, ger’s cage, the animal, apparently quiet, permitted the caresses of the babe. The mother, thinking it under the control of its keeper, and caged by iron bars, relaxed her vigilance, when suddenly the tiger seized the child, and in one fatul moment it be came its fatal prey. I thought, as I read the paragraph, how many worse than tiger’s cages we have all over this loved land of ours. They form almost an unbroken net-work from ocean to ocean. It is a palace-like building here, a less pretentious one there, and u shanty down by the railroad. Each holds alike, the same enemy—the sparkling wine cup. Do you see those two friends shaking hands so heartily on the steps of yonder grand hbtel7 They have not met since boy hood's duys, and now middle age claims them. “Come in, Fred. With a social glass be tween us, we’ll talk over by-gones. Waiter, some of your best champagne. No shaking of your head, Fred." The champagne is brought, and the friends are quickly reviewing the past. “Have your glass filled again Fred; 'tis really worth your while to take a draught from these glasses. The design isa triumph of art. We have lived thus long without any harm from the cheerful glass. We have willsYtrong as iron bars, and they can guard with master-like vigilance our failings—if we have any.” A third time the glasses were filled, and “Here’s a double health to thee" was sung with the vim of college days. Then they parted. But mark the sequel. The appetite, which they boasted was caged with strong wills, had that not been caressed. The desire became a tiger, and ere long one of the jolly friends filled a drunkar'ds grave and the other, a wreck- dwelt in a maniac’s cell.—[Interior. SPIRIT OF THE PRESS. Financial and Mining News. From all our exchanges from every section of the broad land come the same reports of the prosperity and business boom of the past year. If people will take the occasion to get out of debt, avoid extravagance and live within their means, another year with full crops will witness a still larger advance in every department of trade and labor. Austin (Texas) Statesman. It is said to be a fact that the necessary machinery to be used in the erection of the new capitol will cost fully $160,000, and that over four hundred men will be employed in the work. These figures seem almost incred ible, but are undoubtedly correct. Athens (Go.) Watchman. While the hands were at work hastening the completion of the Clarkesville extension a gentleman tells us that he passed Colonel Foreacre up to hisearsin mud and business. He was shoveling dirt and handling cross ties with the vim and energy of a steam en gine. It is just such indomitable energy and vim as this among the officers that bus made the Richmond and Danville one of the leading roads in the South. Jackson County (Miss.) Review. We see that Colonel W. H. Luse, of Yazoo, gave notice in the Senate the other day that he would soon Introduce an act to provide for county aid to immigration. This ia a good move and he is the right man to put it through, as he has the ability to do what he: undertakes. Farm, Herd and Home, Indianapolis. Arkansas lands are now somewhat in de mand—those located in the cotton belt—by capitalists who Intend engaging in cotton culture. Vicksburg (Miss.) Commercial. Let our Legislature pass a law to take away the hoodlum’s pistol, fine him fifty dollars, and have him worked under a public over seer for not less than sixty days, and he will become as harmless as a toothless cur. His name will rapidly pass into history, he will no longer disgrace the civilization of our country, but fleet like a hideous dream into the “realm of things that were.” 81. Louis Railway Register. The Circuit Court, of Suugamon County, Illinois, has rendered a decision in the suit aguiust the Chicago and Alton railroad, the St. Louis Bridge und Tunnel railroad, the Wiggins and Madison County Ferries, in favor of the plaintiff. This action was filed by the Attorney-General for the purpose of decluring void the contractsentered into be tween the defendants for “pooling" their business. The Circuit Judge has decided that such contracts are ugainst the interests of the people, and therefore void. Augusta (Ga.) Chronicle ami Constitutionalist. The business quiet of to-day, a prominent journal thinks, is perhapsa good indication, and muy exert a wholesome effect upon the country. It betrays the determination of the people generally to avoid contracting debts as faros possible, and to cut down their expenses to the lowest figures practicable. The smaller the debt, the less will have to be paid out of the crops next full, and more money will be left in the pockets of the • planters. - Lake City (Fla.) Reporter. There will be about five.million acres: more land upon the tax books of Florida than ever before. Why should not people- grow confident that taxes will be lower in- the near future? Louisville (Ky.) Farm and Fireside. Commissioner Loring’s series of four Na tional Agricultural Conventions, to be held, in Washington this winter promise to de velop a good deal of useful information. One will consider the agricultural colleges ot the country and other educational institutions in which farmersare interested,another the cereal crops, a third the live stock industry, and a fourth the culture of the vine. These gatherings will be largely attended by prac tical farmers, and will be a novel feature in the work of the Agricultural department. Millstone (Indianapolis.) The flouring mill of the future will be amply ventilated, kept scrupulously clean, and capacious enough to hold the machinery without being crowded, and then explosions will be unheard of. Mining Review,Chicago. They are dangerous men who would divert a productive industry from its naturalohan- ncl to serve the purposes of speculation. A matter that so intimately concerns all as our - sources of supply, demands the attention of: all to its importance. Galnesvlll (Fla.) Bee. Rev. J. A. McMahan showed us a turnip > the other day, of the Flat Dutch variety, that measured thirty-nine inches in circum-. ference and weighed eightand a half pounds.. It was planted in his garden in Gainesville; about the middle of last October, Athens (Go.) Chronicle. Mr. Milton A. Candler, Jr., has begun for- the Reporter a serial story, to run through, several numbers, to be entitled, “Sixteen: Yeurs in Paradise.” The story will relate: Mr. Candler’s personal experience in very- happy situations, and will be for sale at alii book-stores and news-stands throughout thei country. Sunday-School Times, Philadelphia. The “medical mission” is no new agency in the work of Christian evangelism. It was inaugurated by our Lord himself, as a proof of His divine ministry, when “be healed all that were sick: that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by Isaiah the prophet, saying, Himself took our infirmities, and bare our diseases.” Nor will the medical mission be outgrown in any land of the East until that other prophecy ot Isaiah shall be fiulfilled for that land: “And the Inhabitants shall not say, I am sick: [and] the people that dwell therein shall be for* given their iniquity.”