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CEDARTOWN RECORD.
W. S. D. W 1K.1 jFi k 00.. Proprietors.
CEDARTOWN, GEORGIA, FRIDAY. MARCH 9, 1877.
VOL. III. NO. 37.
CVRREXT PARAGRAPHS.
The new $750,000 Boston church is
heated in a novel way. The entire base
ment has been taken for n chamber for
warmiug and distributing the air, which
is done by five immense stoves, the con
sumption of which is about a ton of
coal a day. Hie air in the basement, as
fast oa it is warmed, rises through nearly
three hundred ownings, scattered about
the floor of the auditorium, and nearly
concealed under the ends of the pews.
The Rev. l)r. Wills, of Washington,
says of the dying Alex. Stephens: “Ho
is entirely willing to live or die, just ns
God may determine. He trusts ho may
be spared to see the country relieved from
ita present troubles, and the reign of
peace nnd prosperity re established, and
then he would gladly go home to his
eternal rest. He has no fear of death,
and speaks in glowing language of the
life to come. Ho is a firm believer in
the doctrines of Christianity, and a con
sistent member of the Presbyterian
church.”
According to the New York Express
lent does not require you to borrow a
long face, nor lend a loaf of bread to a
hungry fellow, but to give it if he needs
it; nor to borrow ill manners and temper;
nor to keep from others what you can
spare yourself; nor to pray without
ceasing ; nor to vail yourself because you
are not hnndsome; nor to dye your hair
bhick when gray is the natural and be
coming color; nor to be hungry to-day
that you may bo a glutton to-morrow ;
nor to borrow’ of your neighbor when
you have got money of your own, and—
but this will do for the first day of lent.
The pope has become very much al
tered. His feet do not carry him any
longer. His face, formerly fresh, and of
a jovial expression, is now’ shrunk nnd of
a listless aspect. He rarely leaves his
bedroom, and receives visitors there,
between five and seven in the afternoon,
more reclining than sitting in an arm
chair. He has a large table before him
on which a few candles only are placed ;
between them there stands a crucifix.
His memory is failing him very much in
matters of quite recent occurrence,
though he remembers well the things of
a long time past. Many doubt whether
he will complete his 85th year.
The Scientific American, in an article
on “The blue deception,’, does not at
tempt to conceal its contempt for gen
eral Pleasonton’s theories of electricity.
The blue glass manual refers to Scijne-
bler’s researches, which go to show that
the blue and violet rays are the most
active in determining the decomposition
of carbonic acid in plants. This state
ment, the Scientific American says, has
been totally disproved by Dr. Bezold,
and the superior efficacy of the yellow
ray in decomposing carbonic aGid has
been shown by Pro. J. W. Draper, Vogel.
PiefTer, Selim and Placentim. General
Pleasonton’s assumption that violet rays
have a magnetizing i*>wer on steel is also
traversed. The conclusion of the critic
i9 this: “The violet glass acts purely as
shade for decreasing the intensity of
solar light, and in this simple fact lies
the sole virtue (if any there be) of the
glass.”
In* a recent holiday lecture at the
royal institution, Prof. Tyndall, speak
ing of the painless death by electrioity,
remarked that Franklin was twice struck
senseless by the shock. He afterwards
sent the discharge of two large jars
through six robust men who fell to the
ground and got up again without know
ing what had happened, neither hearing
nor feeling the discharge ; and Priestly,
too, who made many valuable contribu
tions to electricity, received the charge
of tw’o jars, but did not find it painful.
Pro. Tyndall said this experience agreed
with his own, that, in the theater of the
royal institution, and in the presence of
an audience, he once received the dis
charge of a battery of fifteen Leyden jars.
Unlike Franklin’s men, he did not fall,
but, like them, he felt nothing ; he was
simply extinguished for a sensible in
terval. This may be regarded as an
experimental proof that people killed by
lightning suffer no pain. Now, the
measured velocity of electricity is many
thousand times greater than the measured
velocity of sensation in the nervea.
Hence the electrical concussion reaches
the center of life, without any possible
announcement by the eye or ear or
sense of feeliDg. There is abundant
evidence that death by arifleball travers-
THK FA rOllKl) CHILD.
Which ol fitorowhud* llunhed wilh ,lu
Were reddest to tho mother-tree ?
Which af tire birds, that play one tuny
Finer Own all the Bounds that ntnjr ?
O, little, quiet boy of mine,
Whose yellow head llw languid hero
Foor yellow hmd, ita restless shine
Brightened tho butterflies last yei
—* vtty hands nta“
star hands unsi
b tuy favorite r
JACK LIVINGSTON.
The Star;/ of a Mesalliance In Three Lettern.
“My Dear old Dan”—wrote Jack
Livingston from a mountainous county
in New Hampshire, to his college chum
and confidant, the Rev. Daniel Delany—
“ I have happily broken my leg! Tho
doctor assure* me it is a compound frac
ture of rather a serious anji complicated
nature, so that I may hope, despite my
inevitable drawbacks of youth nnd vigor
to be laid up for some months. But
don’t pull a long face in my behalf; rath
er rejoice nnd be exceeding glad. I’m
the happiest man in the world. A be
nign providence threw me from tho back
of a vicious and untamed brute over the
relentless pickets, and into the heart of
a hitherto inaccessible paradise, peopled
by only two women, ono of them palo,
placid, peaceful, profound, pious, the
other capable, comfortable and culi
nary. Mary and Mcrtha Marks, they
are called, nnd they live together half
way up the mountain. Their low, long
cottage can scarcely be seen at all from
the main road, so hidden is it by a
tangled and beautiful mass of bloom, hut
appenrs to the ascending traveler like a
frcHh, vivid, beckoning onsis in the desert
of uncompromising clay and rock up
which he has been toiling. I fell in love
with the spot before I knew it was peo
pled; and when J saw the pretty nest,
with its irregular porches nnd gables, its
dormer-windows and quaint eaves,
its jutting bits of wood, carved
put her in two or threo of my sketches,
paying the old woman well for her time;
but Hetty, being a child of nature, and
babbling innocently, like one of her
mountain brooks, the rapacious niaw of
village gossip got. hold ot it all. Tho
end of it was they boundled her out here
to service. However, there’s no law
against travelling tho highway, and my
vicious brute, that ought to know the
road well enough, took fright at a stump
by the way-sido tho other day, and
though Hetty was foolish enough to
cling to his bridle, and did check him in
the main, he broke her arm and my leg.
and we were both brought in to be
mended.
“ * Ilotty lies up over the kitchen some
where, poor child, and I am in a capacious
chamber at tho front of tho houso, the
three windows of which command tho
whole panorama of splendor in light nnd
shadow on yonder misty mountain-tops.
My leg holds a high carnival of agony at
times, by way of contrast, but there’s a
capital doctor hero that knows how to
manage this sort of revelry, nnd a faculty
for nursing close at hand. Anyhow, I’m
within here, and I’m glad, and 1 am al
ways your worthless.
“Jack Livingston.”
“My Best Dan,” wrotoJack Living
ston, later on, “do you remember Whit
tier’s ‘sweetest woman ever Fate, per-
vorse, denied a household mate 7” who
kept so long ‘hor genial mood nnd simple
faith of maidenhood?’ Woll, hero she
is, and her sister too. Tho first time our
excellent buffalo of a doctor helped mo
down into tho sitting-room, and into u
stuffed chair that just fitted my aching
spine, and lifted to a magical footstool
my demon of a leg, and my eyes fell
upon Miss Maiv, who sat opposite me
drawing in and out. her needle upon
some tasteful design for n pulpit cushion,
I recognized the gentle, gracious element
so happily pictured in the poem—tho
pale low forehead, from which was drawn
back her hair, without crinkle or curl;
the mild lieain of her haze! oyos; tho-Iow
monotone of her voice; tho perfect
curves of her lips, which never vary or
break into smiles, or draw themselves
out of shape as other lips are prone to
itli agony, or joy, or nasty sarcasm.
Then no
into artistic shapes, T paused before
it with delight, and, with my usual im-jdo,
prudence, went in at once. All the poo-1 It ' V1W l ,no » wn * g w °d> Dan.
pie hereabouts keep boarders, and al-j sooner had I Inin back and shut my eyes
though Iliad an uncomfortable misgiv-'. to digest this comfortable felicity for the
ing that here might be a general excep-i tired soul and the aching brain, than I
tion to the plain, the greedy, and the found closo to my fainting lips a mug, to
prosaic, I had the hardihood to ask the! which 1 was impelled by somo intuitive
little maid that came to the door if such
a thing were possible. This little girl
was well known to me, fortunately. I,
in fact, boarded at that time with her
people, who lived in a miserable hand-
to-mouth way in an old dilapidated house
half a dozen miles off.
power— a mug of quaint devise and
transparent texture, which I afterward
admired, hut not then, Dan. I drained
tho delightful beverage to the dregs, and
opened my eyes upon the generous
cup-bearer, and here, in plump,
limpled, comfortable humanity,
‘Hetty,’I whispered, as, with a sort| the other element needful to the
of prolonged hope, I pleaded thirst, and
we went together to the well, ‘can’t you
put it to these maiden Indies in the light
of a charity? You know how things are at
home. Tell them I shall only be sketch
ing up here for a few months at the
furthest.’
household—the sagacious, the culinniy
the ad id blistering. Fancy your poor
tern pest-tossed, crippled Jack in the
hands of these two dear women! Before
a fortnight has gone by, the seven devils
are driven out of me. Only this morn
ing I held out my hand# to them in help-
“‘I told them everything, sir,’ said j less gratitude, and audibly thanked God
Hetty; ‘how that pappy was drunk j for my broken leg.
most of the time, and the baby cried and j “‘Oh yeH,’ I said, ‘I can’t help it.
cried, and we had a sick sheep that y ou know many and manifold are the
bleated in the cellar.’
“ ‘And what did they say, Hetty ?’
“‘Just nothing, sir—only shuddered
kind o’ sorry like. Folks say they hate
men ; but if they could only see you, if I
could only tell ’em how different you are
from anybody hereabouts, if they knew
how much you looked like a picture
they’ve got of a beautiful holy man over
the mantel-piece ; but you bid me not to
chatter, sir.’
“ ‘And do you mind everything I say,
Hetty ?’
“‘Everything, sir.’ A pause here,
Dan—a sunburned, sun-glorified face
lifted to mine; eyes which arc as quick
to tears as smiles; a baby mouth, fresh
and dewy as a violet, and as tremulously
sweet. Ah, well, l>an, let’s get back to
the conversation again.
“ ‘ Then it’s a hopeless case, Hetty.
I'd better get back to town.’
“‘Oh, please, no, not yet; something
ways in which His infinite mercy is di
rected. I was gone in body and spirit;
not a bit of faith, hope or charity left in
me—only a blind drifting to that species
of feline fatalism popularly known as the
dogs. Nothing but you two women
could have saved me. Now I’m dis
armed, I’m happy, I'm grateful. I feel
like Christian did when he lay down his
burden at the heavenly gates.’ For I
can’t tell you, Dan, just what a point in
Turkish philosophy i had reached when
I mercifully broke my leg and poor little
Hetty her arm that morning. I ha
incidentally learned that Hetty
not very strong, but she is
good hands and will doubtless speedily
mend. Old Blisby is to go out west,
they say, in the spring and take his whole
wretched brood. His old ramshackle of
a place is for sale—unbearable, perhaps,
for the amenities of life, but wondiously
alluring to a vagabond taste. There’s a
may happen. They may be brought to I bit 0 f rocky waste behind the old barn,
see you. If you go back to town—’ A • where Hetty and I spent the (whole per-
sob here, Dan, by way of punctuation, feet June morning afield. We were all
alone with the queer wild grasses and
“Well, Hetty?’
“ ‘1 shall die.’
“ You see, Dan, I have to tell you
verbatim, so you’ll get the whole gist of
it. This Hetty IJilsby is a foolish little
body, with an unmanageable crop of
hair that takes every shade of brown in
the eun, from a pale-yellow to a deep
reddish-ochre. To a colorist, there things
amount to a study, you know. Then
ing the brain is for the same reason en- one can see her pure virginal soul [ can
tircly without consciousne*
pain
tell
through the unfathomable depths of her takes her
blossoms that grow there, and would
puzzle you to put into recognizable
Latin. Hetty named them ail, with
doubtless the same simplicity that Adam
did in Paradise; and the child was
verily akin to the shy mysterious growth
of nature about us that I painted her in
a part of it all, and f wouldn’t take a big
nugget of gold for that sketch.
you, when old
out west—B’r-r-r!
Bilsby
what
rifle ball, however, in a tortoise compare.! I eyes. For tl,e rest ; slie ia heckled, thin, makes me shiver, I wonder. The seasons
with the electric flash.
and crude in outline. I happened to I ate short up here, Dan; in tho early
morning the air is already chill. I’m
glad they’vo put Hetty ou the south
side.-* I think I know tho bit of gable
and arch that shelters her fallen bond;
but 1 won’t hobblo that way—it is lieut,
not.
“ Wo arc to lako advantage of tho few
noontides left us, now that the season ia
on the wano; Miss Mary is to bring n
soothing old volume out on the sheltered
porch this morning, and ve arc to hnvo
oi\p*>£AIl«H Martha|s clttfts-iVa'vvre in tho
way ora luncheon in the early afternoon;
the excellent doctor will take mo to
drive, nnd 1 am your unspeakably com
fortable and lucky,
“Jack Livinghton.
“ P. S.—I’vo just come Imck from tho
drive. Whethor it was that autumn is
really creeping uj»on, nnd the winds up
boro at night-fall chill to the marrow of
ono’u bone*; whether it was that icy fog
that crept down from the mountains and
enveloped us bo'oro we had gone many
miles, or tho lugubrious mood of the
doctor that made mo out of sorts, T can
not tell; but I have limped up hero to
my room and shut out the ghastly phan
toms on tho mountains yonder, stirred
up tho fire—nnd it would bo hard to find
in tho. four quarters of tho earth a cheer
ier nook than this—yet, Dan, I am grim
and uneasy, a dull perception of misery
somewhere makes my whole harmony out
or tune and harsh. Confusion to the
worthy surgeon, witli his direful proph
ecies 1 It can not be expected that
weak littlo bones like Hetty’s should
knit together ns satisfactorily as my griz
zly muscles; and yet he did not say it
wusherann. lie muttored somo trash
about an unconquerable weakness and
apathy tluft had seized tho child; how
she would lie fur hours with her face to
the wall, big tears rolling out of her
eyes, nnd an indefinable yearning in hor
face, which haunted tho worthy doctor
day after day, ami which he declared
to mo had reached a positive pain
to him.> And if this burly follower of
Jasdn'tftlHchoppcroffdpewM and spllnt-
erer of bones, can lie thus affected, is it
any wonder that ho has infected mo with
his grim follies? Besides, I can fancy it
so well, oven when Hetty was strong and
lithe as a young fawn, there was always
that beseeching fervor in her eyes—I
aught it pretty well in that sketch 1
told .you of. I’ll get it down now and
have a look at it—no, I won’t! T ought
to have been satisfied with that morning’s
work. I intended to take it back to town
with me that afternoon, and go tho next
lay to Newport to my mother and tho
girls, but old Bilsby was a little violent
that night, and Hetty clung to me. Oh,
well, Dan, 1 didn’t go, as you can plainly
see, and I am your perplexed and mu
tinous J. L.”
“ Allien you get this scrawl,” ran tho
third and last letter of .Jack Livingston
to his friend tho Rev. Dan Delaney, “I
shall 1>c well beyond the reach of all
storms, howls, and execrations save those
of the old Atlantic. This mountainous
region is beautiful yet; even in its grim
severity there’s a wonderful charm. But
the air is keen, the winds are hitter, the
days are short, tho nights long and un
compromising, and I have it in my heart
to seek a more merciful climate, and take
shelter under softer skies. There’s a
torn soul and a broken body to be
mended, Dan, and I mean to take them
over to a shop we know of—you and I —
beyond the Hea«. Unfortunately, in
patching up one existence I must make
u drain on another, and in your hands,
my old comrade, I leave it to smooth out
this tangled skein of destiny as best you
may to my poor, proud, blue-blooded
mother, who will, perhaps, unravel it to
my excellently imperious sisters; they,
in their turn, will shape it to suit the
big bombastic world to which they be
long.
“A month or so after that last letter of
mine, the good doctor burst into the sit
ting room, where wc were listening,
Martha and I, to the conclusion of that
soothing old volume rendered to us by the
musical monotone of Mjss Mary. The
firo in the grate crackled cheerily; the
south window was a mass of sheltered
bloom; peace, serenity, the joy of «a!m,
were, apparently there; but I vaguely
felt some indefinable horror, and for an
hour back a tumult of confusion bail
Tacked my brain—when the doctor broke
in upon us and told us that Hetty Bilsby
had not long to live; and the two women,
stirred by a quick sympathy, began to
question him in her behalf. I went out
tho open door and down the south side
of the garden—a by-path my halting
steps would fain have trod before; but a
stubborn will withheld, so strong are
the shackles with which this shallow
world’s conventionalities and creeds hind
a weak and unmanly soul; but they were
broken now, only f couldn’t maste
tremor of tho nerves and a faint chill
that touched the whole length of my
vcrtcbrio, so that my body was freezing
while my heart was burning.
“A big hand of leaden mist brooded
on the horizon; downy particlos began
to fill tho air; a vague Bcnse of storm and
whirlwind porvaded everything about
mo; and looking up at the threatening
aky, I was arrested midway by a face
closoly pressed to tho window-pnno of u
littlo dormitory beneath tho enve—a
palo, eager, devouring faco, so eager and
bo devouring that it hungrily ate up the
space botween us, and 1 found myself
unwittingly but rapidly climbing up to
it, and in less tiinc'than'^ have taken to
write it I had tho littlo trembling,
shrinking body in my arms. They found
her there when they came, Mary and
Martha and tho good doctor, the wot
curls of her closo-cut hair tight againBt
my check, the wild yearning kissod out
of her eyos. And, Dan, you read to mo
long ago that story of tho daughter of
.Inirus, she that was raised by a miracle,
Pray for me, will you, dour old friend:
all I ask is her lifo. For the rets—
‘Tho wnrM’n wrack we'll almrc o't,
Tho warsllo nnd tho care o't:
WF hor I'll blithely benrit,
And think my fat ulviiio.'
“Jack Livinghton.”
MEN AND WOMEN.
Whcnovor a fortunate or unfortunate
combination of circumstances has thrown
a women of good mental capacity outside
of tho educational and social groove in
which tho sex is ordinarily confined Hbe
has shown what she could havo done
had that groove never existed. Mary
Bomcrvillo and Caroline Hcrschcr in
science, queen Elizabeth and Mine. Ro
land in polities, Charlotte Bronto and
George Eliot in literature, Joan ef Arc
in war, Burdctt-Coutts in finance—these
anil a score of others who might be
named prove that there is no inevitable
and inexorable inferiority wurring
.^gainst woman. In proportion to the
number of women who have entered the
fields of science, politics, literature*, war,
and finance, there havo been fewer fail
ures than among tho men; and if we
could search tho nnnalsof private lifo we
should find enough instances of first-class
executive ability lo convinco the most
incredulous that what woman wants to
achieve success in the struggle of life is
not brains, hut practical and thorough
education, supplemented by encourage
ment ulid a fair chance. “Tho weaker
sex” have some exceedingly strong traits
of character, which the other sex are in
clined to overlook. That the will of a
woman is quite as firm as that of a man
is a self-evident proposition. Her love
and her hate outlast the love nnd hate of
man ; her faith burns brightly when his
is extinguished : her zeal in a good or a
bad cause is hoi when his has grown cold;
long, lingering, hopeless suffering she
endures far moro patiently than he can;
she dares to live when life is but a piti
less pain, while ho thinks himself a hero
if he resists the temptation to suicide ;
he is proverbially selfish, she is prover
bially self-sacrificing; she resists vice
whilo he embraces it; her natural in
stincts arc purer than his, hor piety
moro fervent, her benevolence broader,
her mercy infinitely greater. When
woman’s heart is ho much better fur
nished than man’s is it likely that her
head is incurably deficient? When in
so many things she is stronger than the
dominant sex is it probable that the
Creator stamped her with the indelible
mark of intellectual inferiority ? Ought
we not to attribute the apparent in
feriority of woman to the laws of man
and not the laws of God? And until
human anil divine laws are harmonized,
and the Pauline view of woman is aban
doned, wc ought, for the sake of con
sistency and decency, to say no moro
about “thq weaker sex.”—St. Jj^ln Ile-
■publican.
.. “ Are those genuine sausages?” asked
he of the butcher. “ Ya,” said the
butcher, “dey ish genuine.” “Made of
dog and cat, and all that?” “Nein!
Nein! dey ish not!” indignantly replied
the butcher, “I makes no dog’s and cat’s
meat in my sausage.” “Well, then,”
said the man, walking off, “ I don’t want
them; I’m after the genuine article.”
The butcher was annoyed at losing the
customer, and gazing wistfully after him,
reproachfully muttered: “ Ya, ya—it is
sometimes better uft'I toldt de truth.”
The German word for life insuray.co
company is lebcnsvarsieherungsge/ielis-
chaft. It has the great advantage that
while the agent is pronouncing it, the
victim is fairly warned, and has an op
portunity to climb over the Imck fence
and hide under the barn.
TRUTHS AN1) TRIFLES.
K TVIINED-DOWN I
liieni'N a turned down-pngc, iih
In oTory human lifo—
A Million Htorv of happier dnjra,
Of pcaco iimill tho nlrlfp,
Tho hl«lu of u foe Hint la not forgot,
Altho’ tho Totco be huiihod.
The far dlntnnt unumfaof n hnrp'nrnft airlnflii,
An rcho on tho air;
The hidden pnKo may lie full of auoh thing*,
Rut lha oml wrh end of tho ilrenm dirlno—
It belter rwta untold.
..1 tin better to be n button on the
ncnlnkin wick ot the girl you lovo, than it
ifl to be nSflpfiOO tllnmoml pin dazzling on
an old duHbr’s flhirl front.
..Thero in n thirty tbouflnnd dollar
tomb in Greenwood. A ulnno mason
miido It. In tho outflkirtfl n pnupor lien
under ti roso bush. God mude it .—Dan
bury Xem.
John Chinaman wiyn that it m morn
ncnniblo to take an opium drenm than to
npond a month’ll wngen in flinging,
whooping nnd treating ‘‘everybody in
tho house.” John's House of convivnl
cliivnlry InckB cultivation.
Kt lo a hum.
Down on him Hwooned,
And HwoopliiK. iyi mm h
ooped
oil,
. ... , *c
The mlnloiiH of (no law.
Tun duke of Edinburg 1ms introduced
tho manly fashion of wearing bracelets.
Ho possesses a smooth, white, dimpled
wrist, wears his coat sleeves cut short
and, when riding in a horse car, always
prefers to stand up and hold to the
strap.
When a man without cash or credit,
pays the Oil City Derrick, attempts to
leave a hotel, and lowers his valise out
of n hack window by means of a rope, it
makes charity Bcem cold to hear the
voice of the landlord yelling out: "All
right. I’vo got the valise; let go the
rope.”
. .He had been in tho habit of making
very frequent calls on a very agreeable
lady of his acquaintance, and, on enter
ing her parlor one evening, he said,
“Well, Miss Sims, hero I am again, you
see, as regular as tho fever and ague.”
Oh, no,” paid she, very demurely,
that comes only every other day.”
HELF-RECOMPEN0ED.
I.ovo ino not Iwat, O tender hnnrt and true I
I am not good or Rirnt enough to Iih
GoiI’h ullinmto Hint jmrfect sift to thro;
Yet thine I nin.thuii ttenlcd through hiuI through,
Anil 1 will lovo thiicln h wity half now
To thin poor world, whom lovo 1h noldom froo;
Not with a loro which thou inuntahnro with me.
Hut iin tho mlniHtorliiK iiNgefa ilo.
I/)vo mo not boat, for I am not thv mnto,
Yot 1 nin all rich with tho losHor tain;
I'hou eanat not givo hie, dear, a gift aoBiuall
Rut that my glory in It alinll he great.
Oh, never be It wild that lovo wiih vain l
What if It hath not, when itself Ih all!
.. Brother Moody has got his ideas of
heaven, and gives them: If you were to
take an unregenerate man off tho streets
of Boston to-niirht and put him on the
crystal pavementsof heaven, he wouldn’t
want to stay thero. If you conld take n
drunkard and put him under the shadow
of the treo of life, wo would say, “It
hell for me.” Heaven is a prepared
place for prepared people.
An aged man aroso in one of Mr.
Moody’s prayer-meetings in Boston nnd
asked for prayers for an unconverted
wife. “How long havo you been a
Christian?” asked the evangelist. “Thir
ty-five years,” was the reply. “And she
not converted in all that time?” was tho
quiet remark of Mr. Moody. The man
was touched with the reply, and before
the meeting closed asked for prayer fer
himself.
..Guizot:—"Man is formed for so
ciety. Isolated and solitary, his reason
would romain perfectly undeveloped.
Against the total defeat of his destina
tion for rational developement Ged has
provided by tho domestic relations. Yet
without a further extension of the social
ties man would still remain compara
tively rude and uncultivated—never
emerging from barbarism.”
.. A school boy was asked' by his teach
er to give an example of earnestness.
He looked bothered for a moment, hut
his face brightened like the dew drops
glistening on the leaves of the rose in
early morning, as he delivered himself of
tho following happy thought: “ When
you see a hoy engaged on a mince pio
till his no3e touches tho middle plum and
his cars droop on the outer crusts, you
may know he’s got it.”
..The Universalis Is of Boston, not
having been invited to take part in t! c
Moody and Sankey meetings, have ic-
solved as follows: “ We hail with tliank-
fulneeB the advent of larger ideas nud m
better spirit than formerly distinguished
tho revival movements of the so-called
ovaugelical churches, giving token that
the time is not far away when they v. iil
know no reason why they should not in
vite Universalisls to join in a work in
which both alike are constrained by tho
i love of Christ.”