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MOTHER S CARE.
I do not think that I can bear
My daily weight of woman's care.
If it were not for this:
That Jesus seemeth always near.
Unseen, but whispering in my ear
Some tender word of love and cheer.
To fill my soul with bliss!
There are so many trivial cares
lhat no one knows and no one shares,
Too small for me to tell?
Things e'en my husband cannot see.
Nor hie dear love uplift for me,
Each hour's unnamed perplexity
That mothers know so well.
The failure of some household scheme,
The ending of some pleasant dream,
Deep hidden in any breast;
The weariness of children's noise,
The yearning for that subtle poise,
That turneth duty into joys,
And giveth inner rest.
The sacred things however small,
Are known to Jesus, each and all,
And this thought brings me peace.
T do not need to say one word,
He knows what thought my heart hath stirred;
And by divine caress my Lord
Makes all its throbbings cease.
And then upon His loving breast,
My weary head is laid at rest,
In speechless ecstasy!
Until it seemeth all in vain
That care, fatigue, or mortal pain
Should hope to drive me forth again
From such felicity!?Ex.
GOD ANSWERS PRAYER.
in "The Tiger Jungle" Dr. Chamberlain tells
a remarkable bit of history of answered prayer.
He had to pass through a dangerous, tiger infested
jungle. All day long they pressed on
with all speed possible. Again and again we
can see him as he canters along the line of men,
fifty-one that are with him, counting to see that
each man was in his place. Floods cut off their
path and there seemed no way of escape. To remain
in that jungle over night meant death. The
coolies are frightened. Once he dropped back
and two were missing. There is a triangle; the
missionary crosses the hypothenuse, horse and
man intercept the two just putting down their
baggage. With his six-shooter that measured
fourteen inches in length he said, as he held it in
his hand, "Take up that burden." They hastened
to do so, sprang after the others and soon
overtook them. They told how he had dropped
out of heaven right in their path, in front of
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Superstition had done its work for the missionary
and in his favor.
Chamberlain rode up to the two royal guides:
"Is there no place of safety we can find?" Night
was coming fast. "None." "No high ground
where we can build a fire and keep the tigers at
bay?" "None." "No wood we can light?" It
was the rainy season. They were in water then
ankle deep. "Push on; I'll plan what to do,"
said the man of God. He bowed his head in
prayer as they pushed along. Out of the tiger
jungle God heard that prayer. "Turn to the
left.'' It came, as it were, out of the very heavens.
The missionary addressed the guides once
again. "How far is it to the river?" "One
mile," came the answer. "Is there not a boat
there?" "None." "No material for a raft?"
"None. There are no dry trees and these green
jungle trees would sink of themselves."
'' Is there no knoll where we can pitch tent out
of this water?" "None." Again the missionary
drew apart alone to pray, as they pressed on.
And again came the answer, "Turn to the left."
Once again he questioned the royal guides more
carefully this time than before. But they assured
him there was no rescue there.
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The missionary drew aside and once again
prayed as lie rode along. Again, for the third
time, came the answer: "Turn to your left."
There was no voice, but it was as distinct as any
voice could have spoken the words.
"God's answer to my prayer, I cannot doubt;
L must act, and that instantly." Hastening forward
to the head of the column: '' Halt! Turn
sharp to the left. Guides, show the shortest way
to the river. Quick!"
They remonstrated stoutly: "It is only labor
lost. We will be in worse plight than here. The
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heard near at hand in the bush.
"Obey! March sharp, or the night will come.
I am master here and intend to be obeyed. Show
the way to the river.'' They glanced at the fourteen-inch
revolver held in his hand, ready for
any beast that might spring upon them. They
suspected it might be used for something else
than a beast. Said one: "Come on, we have got
to obey." "There is rescue at the river," was all
he said.
The coolies were heard to whisper, "The missionary
has heard of help at the river." Now
they crowded close to him for protection. Yes,
he had heard of help, but what it was he knew
not. Now they swung over upon the river.
There, right before them lay a large flatboat. It
was there by God's appointment. That band of
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nny-one men, baggage and horse, crowded on to
the boat behind the glowing fire the two men had
already built. They are safe. Yonder in the
distance, lining the shore, are the gleaming eyes
of the royal tigers peering at them. But God
heard the prayer of that lone missionary.
Do you pray? It is the same God that still
rules and will hear your prayer, if you only
catch his ear.' Yes, God heard and answered
prayer. Pray on; pray on; grip the promises;
pray without ceasing and God will hear and answer
you as he has done time and again since
this old world began her fight for truth and
righteousness.?Rev. John Newton Strain, in
Herald and Presbyter.
Any one that sets out in this life for the purpose
of being happy will have a pretty tough
time of it. There is not enough happiness to go
around, and the kind of which there is enough is
not worth having. No one can ever be built up into
a crowned soul by being favored with happiness.
But when you go in for the best things,
the fundamental things, and keep on doing so,
somehow or other you will be likely to have a
good deal of trouble and pain, but it will be
pain which will have something divine in it,
and something you would not exchange for any
so-called happiness under the sun.
We are going to be through with this life before
very long. The longest life is short when
it is over; any time is short when it is done. The
gates of time will swing to behind you before
very long. They will swing to behind some of
us soon, but behind all of us before very long.
And then the important thing will not be what
appointments we had or what rank in the conference,
or anything of that sort; not what men
thought of us, and whether we were built into
his kingdom. And if, at the end of it all, we
emerge from life's work and discipline crowned
souls, at home anywhere in God's universe, life
will be a success.?Exchange.
Men do not so much ask what you do. as what
it is that makes you do it.?Emerson.
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SECULAR CULTURE AND CHRISTIANITY.
BY T1JB KEV. B. P. MAKV1N, D. D.
It is important to know that secular educa- \j<*:
tion and civilization, apart from the training of
the heart and conscience, have no tendency to
make people moral and really good. Greece and
Rome attained a high state of civilization in government,
classical literature, science and art, but
what did they do to save and bless mankind J
They furnished the classics for our modern universities.
They were indeed
''Art's trophied dwelling, learning's green re
treat.'' 1^1
They indeed wrought wonders in war, letters,,
science and arts, but what of religion and morals?
They worshipped the gods of all nations and
boasted of having thirty thousand. St. Paul
found Athens "wholly given to idolatry!"
"Gods partial, changeful, passionate, unjust,
Whose attributes were rage, revenge and lust."
Their devotions were often silly, cruel and obscene,
and they assimilated in character to their
deities.
The "shaggy demons of the wilderness," who
trampled out the civilization of Rome, were more
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their aged and worn-out slaves to perish
on an island in the Tiber, or drowned them.
Parents frequently murdered their young female
offspring, and children sometimes their parents.
Prisoners of war received no mercy. Sometimes
they were compelled to murder one another in
the amphitheater to make a Roman holiday. .
Even the most refined and stylish Roman ladies
delighted in the cruel scenes of the amphitheater,
shouting as the saber laid open the heart, or
the lion rent limb from limb. Caligula wished
that all mankind had one neck for him to smite
it in two. Nero murdered nearly all his near kindred
and lit his gardens with Christians, burning
in garments smeared with tar. Treason and
assassination ended the lives of most of the
rulers of Athens and Rome. Socrates, Seneca,
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v^icciu, j->ru?.us, v^assius ana uato justified suicide,
and some of them child murder. Art and
civilization ministered to vice and crime. They
could decline virtue, but they would not practice
it.
China and India have fifty thousand Ralph
Waldo Emersons, but they do not cure sin and
sorrow. The fine sense of beauty in Paris has
no connection with the sense of duty, and exquisite
taste does not cause a distaste for the fine
art of vice. The Pompeian art gallery of Naples
is not opened to women.
Christianity, even in it* DRPtiul
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in Christendom, has wrought marvelous moral
changes. Crimes and vices legalized by heathenism,
are put under ban by laws of equity, moderation
and wisdom. The institution of the family
is established and protected. Woman' is elevated
from the rank of a slavish drudge to a
companion and helpmeet for man. Benevolent
institutions of every kind are established for
the poor, the sick and the unfortunate. We have -J
thousands in our home land. In ancient civilza- k
tions wealth and intelligence belonged to the
few, while the masses were despised and downtrodden,
and when Rome governed one hundred
and sixty millions, half of fhm?
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slaves. Cicero confesses that philosophy never
reformed men, but Christianity, planted by a
dozen fishermen, has wrought the greatest wonders
of the world.
When Queen Victoria was asked for the secret
of England's greatness, she pointed to the Bible.
Even the infidel Bolingbroke confesses that "no
religion ever appeared in the world whose natural
tendency was so much directed to promote
the peace and happiness of mankind, as Chris