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palace of cedar-wood. Nearby was the Pool
of Gibon, by the side of which young Solomon
was anointed king. I thought of Rehoboara,
Hezckiah and the long line of Judah's kings.
I thought of the Maccabean high-priests, of
Herod, of Baldwin and the Crusaders, of Sala
din and the Turks. Now it is George V. It
scorned strange, this blending, tlie oldest of
t lie old with the newest of the new.
"Send him victorious
Long to reigu over us,
God save the king."
It was reverence, and loyalty, and victory,
determination and enthusiasm. To the bottom
of my heart I said "Amen." The deep voices
were more powerful than musical as they
floated out and died in the hot air.
King George is but a servant, preparing the
way for the coming of Zion's King. One feels it
more in Jerusalem than in any place on earth.
These streets are filled with history, it crowns
the summit of every hill, and each crumbling
column is a written page, but the best is yet
to be!
Did you ever step into a great church and
feel instinctively "The Lord is here?" You
could not explain it, but involuntarily you step
lightly, hush the tones of your voice and look
about you with humility and reverence. It is
sometimes called a spiritual atmosphere ?
whatever that means. If a door were to open
softly and Jesus Christ, crowned with thorns
and clad in a purple, blood-stained robe, were
to step forth you would not be shocked, but
you would feel that His presence was consis
tent with the setting.
That is the way one feels in Jerusalem.
The spirit of Christ is in the air. Oh, there
are ever filthy Jews and fanatical Moslems,
Jind frantic enthusiasts of the decadent Chris
tian sects. There are ever leprous beggars,
naked children, and the wrack and ruin of
ages. It is to admit all that. But despite all
there is a distinct feeling that Jesus is com
ing?and coming here. I was the more sur
prised as I have never developed any great
enthusiasm for the widespread pre-millenarian
views now so popular with many in our church.
Jerusalem's glorious history is in the future,
not the past. The best is yet to be. The world
is old, but it is still morning. The year is in
the spring. It is the fountain head of civili
zation, not the end. It is the prelude of re
ligion, not the finale. Jerusalem that has been
is nothing to the Jerusalem yet to be.
I have frequently stood on a crowded street
and awaited the coming of a distinguished
stranger, the President several times, the King
and Queen of England once. Under these cir
cumstances there is always a subdued air of
expectancy. It cannot be defined by a psy
chologist; but everyone feels it, and under
stands it.
That is Jerusalem. The city, the land is wait
ing for Somebody. You feel it constantly.
Instinctively you want to get it ready. You
would push the stolid natives along and urge
them to look about, for you knew Jerusalem
is not ready. Somebody is apt to find the eity
ns lie will likely find the world unprepared.
That Somebody is Jesus.
He is coming again.
And when lie oomes again to this weary
world, lie will alight first on Mount Olivet and
wake His real triumphal entry into Jerusa
lem, as the Ascension angels foretold.
"This Jesus, who was received up from you
into heaven, shall so come in like manner as
beheld Him going into heaven."
Our Boys and Girls
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HAVE YOU A LITTLE IMP IN YOUR
HOME?
If you don't believe in fairies, and the elves are
not your friends,
And you have no faith in brownies or in gnomes,
Let me give you just a glimpse
Of the ugly little IMPS
That invade today so many happy homes.
1M Politeness is an IMP whom every child should
try to shun,
An older people too, without a doubt.
I M Patience is another
Who will cause you lots of bother
'Less you send him quickly to the right-about.
IMPertinence and IMPudence are naughty little
twins,
And, oh, it is astonishing to see
The mischief that they do;
And, my dear, if I were you,
Their comrade I would never, never be.
One little IMP will sit astride a pencil or a pen
Whene'er there is a problem hard in view,
And draw his mouth way down
And whine out with a frown,
"IMPossible, IMPossible to do!"
IMPrudence and IMPenitence and IM Pulse are
three more
(Though the later is not always under ban);
And there are more, no doubt,
Who are hovering about
To get us into mischief if they can.
Of little foxes you have heard, who spoil the lovely
vines.
These ugly IMPS are dangerous, too, you see.
Let us raise a battle-shout!
We may put them all to rout!
Oh, what a glorious victory that would be!
? St. Nicholas.
FIVE LITTLE BROTHERS.
Five little brothers set out together
To journey the livelong day;
In a curious carriage all made of leather
They hurried away, away.
On big brother and three quite small
And one wee fellow, no size at all.
The carriage was dark and none too roomy,
And they could not move about;
The five little brothers grew very gloomy,
And the wee one began to pout,
Till the biggest one whispered: "What did you
say?"
"Let's leave the carriage and run away."
So out they scampered, the five together
And off and away they sped,
Then somebody found the carriage of leather,
O my, how she shook her head
'Twas her little boy's shoe, as everyone knows.
And the five little brothers were five little toes.
? Unidentified.
WHAT GIRLS' NAMES MEAN
Agnes means a lamb.
Angelica means an angel.
Frances means free and open -hearted.
Antoinette means the praise-worthy.
Dora means a gift; while Theodora means
n gift of God.
Constance means steady, persevering.
Helen means radiant, full of light.
Celeste means heavenly.
Margaret means a pearl.
Nora means honor.
Sarah means a princess.
Stella means a star.
(If you have friends with these names yon
can make a guessing contest out of this list
and see if they know themselves and, what they
ought to stand for!) ? Selected.
SCORCHED WINGS.
Bobbie hail just finished reading his lesson
when a pretty, gray moth flew in at the open
window and circled about the light.
"Have a care, little moth," lie cried, "or
you'll fall into the lamp chimney and scorch
your fuzzy wings."
The moth flow round and round, drawing
nearer and nearer each time, until "thump*' he
went, against the chimney and tumbled right
down inside.
"You crazy little It," cried Bobbie, quickly
lifting the hot chimney.
The moth crawled out and fell to the white
cloth on the table, where it ran bore and there
with its poor little scorched wings fluttering
in a vain eft'ort to fly.
"lie hasn't got a lick of sense," olxserved
Robbie, forgetting his English.
"He's almost as smart as some boys I
know," drawled Uncle Ben from the depths of
a big Morris chair.
Bobbie's chin dropped and his eyes flew
open in amazement.
"I hope you never saw a boy that silly,
Uncle Ben," he exclaimed.
"Indeed, I have." returned his uncle. "1
saw some boys on the street today just begin
ning to circle about the flame." .
"Where did they hav? the fire?" asked Bob
bie, breathlessly.
"On the sidewalk," said Uncle Ben, se
riously.
"I wonder why the police didn't get them
1 wouldn't dare build a tiro on the sidewalk,"
returned Bobbie.
"It wasn't that kind of a fire," explained
Uncle Ben. "They were just playing marbles
for keeps and once in a while soma one would
use an ugly by-word."
"Well ? I can't see ? " began Bibbie, in a
perplexed tone.
Uncle Ben was silent a moment.
"You know Dick Gray and the lleyloff boys
and Dan Walton," he began.
"The town toughs!" exclaimed Bobbie.
"Well," continued Uncle Ben, "ten years ago
they were respectable boys, like the ones I saw
today.
"I watched them play marbles for keeps,
and match nickels, and use ugly words. After
a while I noticed them in the alley back of
my store, rolling dice.
"They were getting pretty close to the
flame, Bobbie.
"Then one day T saw them in John Allen's
garage playing cards, and I heard them take
God's name in vain.
"The other night they went into Mr. Deen's
store and robbed his cash drawer. They fell
into the chimney that time and their poor
wings were scorched.
"If your little gray moth had not been at
tracted and then blinded by the light., he might
now he flying about in the soft moonlight,
amongst* the dewy flowers. If those boys had
not been drawn, little by little, from the right
way by the lure of evil practices, they might
now be moving among their fellows, honored
and respected."
Bobbie's face was flushed and his eyes down
cast.
Suddenly he lifted his head and said brave
ly, "I'm so glad you told me, Uncle Ben. I
might have scorched mjr wings." ? Our Boys
and G iris. ?