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<* Sunday heading. * 'i PBALH I. Elea.*‘x' fee that walketh not in ways < ; rrcr that are unsodijr ; whose delight Is in the law of the Lord, and day and night He aoednates His law and gives Him praise. He shall be like a tree that has his place By the ioil-flowing streams; in season right That teringeth forth his fruit, nor ’durelh blight; And wfcat be doeth shall prosper all his days. Jbe angodl r are not so ; but quick are fanned Away as chaff is driven before the wind; Ant., therefore, they in judgment shall not stand; Noj with the righteous come those who have (tinned. For the Lord knoweth the righteous man ; but he Tiat wtcktd is shall periah utterly. Thomas DriffiU , in N. Y. Independent. “Wait on ike Lord.” “ Why art thou cast down, oh, my soul ? ” How many have echoed this question of the Psalmist! Trials come to us which we cannot shake off in a mo ment, and which weigh us to the ground. Sometimes they come without a note of warning, and are therefore the harder to be borne. The yeung soon rally. They weep, but they soon smile again, for hope is strong within them, and the future is bright with promise. It ie not so with those who are in ad* vanced years. Their powers of body and mind are failing; their earthly work is nearly done; and already the shadows of night are falling upon them. No wonder if, in a desponding mood, they cry, as did discouraged Elijah, in the wilderness: “It is enough; now, O .Lord, take away my life. ” There are losses which it is hard to bear. Death enters the home unbidden and takes away a dear companion and loved one from the family circle. There is a vacant place. No more will be seen that lamiliar face; no more will be heard the tones of that familiar voice. There are tears which start unbidden at the memory of a great loss which can never be replaced. The thought wliich David uttered when he heard that the child was dead brings a ray of comfort: “ I shall go to him, but he will not re turn to me. ” But there are trials worse than those which death can bring. It was not the child which died early, but the one which lived to manhood, which brought createet sorrow to David. The king could banish a rebellious subject from his kingdom, but the king was a father, and he could not banish the son from his heart. A living sorraw cannot be forgotten. It cannot be buried under ground. It is with us in the day and in the wakeful hours of night. We may not speak freely of it, but it dwells with us, and throws a shadow upon our pathway. There are losses in business which make one desponding. Hard earnings and scanty savings are swept away. The gains of years are sunk in a day, and then must come painful self-denial and sacrifice. The house must be sold; and, in age it may be, one must begin again the struggle for a support. Then comes failing health, and the cup of sorrow seems to be full to overflowing. The brightness is taken from life; the foot* sore and weary pilgrim longs to reach the end of his journey. Child of despondency—look upward! Though clouds and darkness are round and about you, take courage. " Hope thou iin God,” and all will yet be well. Keep a good conscience and do the best you can, an& look to the future with unshaken confidence. God cares for His own and will forever care for them Fear not then, but rejoice, for the clouds will break, the darkness will scatter, and a light—even the light from Heaven— will flood with noonday brightness the path in which you walk. God lives and reigns. He who watches the flight of the sparrow and the growth of the lily watches over you. He who led His ancient people through the Eed ■sea and through the wilderness into the land of promise will lead you into a better land than that. “ Hope thou in God.” Bear your trials with a Christian spirit, and peace will come to your troubled soul. Break forth into singing as you view with the eye of faith a brighter day and a brighter home than you have known on earth.—Methodist. Laughter and Tears. This language is one known to all the children of men. We may travel this wide world over; we may go through the land and across the seas, and when we have gone round our earth we shall find many languages that fall as upon deaf ears, but this is one to, and in which, all may respond. Though one is for weal and the other for woe, these two are closely united, so that we may call them one. We have seen the child in its most joyous mood when the wise mother shook her head, seeing the cloud that must gather and spend itself in tears. In cases of disobedience we have seen smiling 'aces follow seasons of punishment and pain. A friend once t'dd me when his daughter had erownto womanhood she asked why, when a child she felt so happy after punishment It would seem that in one extreme our hearts are prepared for the other. The heart estranged sheds tear a; the heart restored laughs with joy. This language is one that through life will abide with us, be that life of but one year or of threescore years and ten. When our babe is first brought to us, and in our joy we think a part of heaven has come down, we know that from. the Great Giver he has brought sunshine, and we also know that with the sunshine he has brought clouds; when sunshine and clouds shall dis pense themselves there shall be joy and sorrow. He has come from a land all unknown to us. If the little lips could speak perhaps we could understand, but this language is one of our own, and with this he comes. For this first lesson he has caught the smile from his mother’s face, and he laughs, he knows not why; a frown is there and he cries, he knows not why; but well the mother knows not many days will come aud go when this heart shall know its own bitterness, and smiles and tears will come from a full heart. April showers will come, and later will come the great thunder storms that threaten to destroy. To some of us come seasons when truly it seems a tim for weeping, wheD the sunshine seems so far off we can almost forget his face, but to the most of us it is a river—now a ripple oi laughter, now a torrent of tears forming great waters, but who shall say that for us the laughter was better than the tears? and who Bhall say that the banks were not made greener and the waters purer because of these tears ? ■ If in this life these are united, it is only in this life. In our later years we shall know more of tears than of laugh ter ; but in these last days we can as sure ourselves that we are nearing the joy that cometh in the Aorning. Com* ing to the borderland of this life, eager to see first our Father’s face, we know when we shall see it there will be only joy, and that henceforth and forever He shall wipe away all tears frou our eyes!—[Mrs. Robert McKenzie, in the Interior. The Lofiic of Unbelief. The logic of unbelief is a curious study. In science and philosophy a theory is judged by its positive proofs and by its adequacy to the facts; but in unbelief a theory is proved, not so much by positive facts ana arguments as by its objections to opposing views. In particular, a theory of which an irreli gious use can be made acquires a very high degree of probability from that fact alone. The chief strength of unbe lief, so far as it is a matter of reason, lies in this false method. We fail to notice that the unbeliever is also a believer, or that his denials are also affirmations. When this is seen, it may appear that his doctrines require at least as much faith as those of his oppo nents. In atheistic arguments we constantly meet with this oversight. Objections are urged against theism and various difficulties are pointed out both in the argument and in the conception. Thus, it is urged that the argument can never amount to demonstration, a claim which ail admit, and then the odd conclusion is drawn that, therefore, atheism is true. The pointings of probability and the demands of reason are all in favor of theism, bjit objections can always be raised, and this the atheist mistakes for a proof of his own view. It never occurs to him to ask whether his own theory be not in every way more objectionable and unsatisfactory; he rest3 his case on the difficulties of the opposite doctrine. —[Professor Borden P. Bowne, in Sun day Afternoon. “Verily.” The bible is to be loved for its prec ious truths, and it is also to be loved for its word a. One of its precious words is verily, and no word has brought more comfort to me in adversity than this. How often has it fell from the Savior’s lips I Had He a promise or a special word of encouragement to give to His disciples, it was often prefaced with “ Verily, ” and sometimes with “ Verily, verily. ” There is no failure of any of the promises of God, but when the nail is clinched with a “ verily, ” we feel that they are doubly sure. Satan assails ms with temptations, or I get a glimpse of my own heart, and I wonder if I can be a true child of God. I ’open my bible and read, “ Verily, verily I say unto you, he that believeth on Me hath everlasting life. ” I know I believe on Him, and my heart is at rest. The times are hard. lam out of em ployment. I know not which way to turn for the necessaries of life. Again I go to my bible, and there I read, “ Trust in the Lord and do good, so shalt thou dwell in the laud, and verily thou shalt be fed.” He does not say, “ Perhaps thou shalt be fed ; ” if He did I would hope with trembling; but he says, “ Verily. ” Though in deep waters, my feet touch bottom here. I have something firm to stand upon, and I close my bible, say ing in my heart, “ Thank God for His precious book, and thank Him for every verily it contains. Plante and Flowers To destroy the vitality of weed seeds in soil by baking will in a great measure destroy the fertility of the soil. A better way is to spread the soil out thinly in a warm place and keep it moist. In a few days most of the seeds will germinate, after which the soil should be stirred and allowed to become dry. To grow geranium cuttings: Take coarse, clean sand about three inches in depth, insert the cuttings about one to one and a half inches deep therein; press the sand firmly around them and water freely at first; afterwards use it spar ingly. One cause of geranium cuttings turning black is the keeping of them too wet No kind of cuttings are better adapted for sending by mail than geran iums, as the drying cf the cut seed is conducive to rooting them easily, and they universally give satisfaction. Geraniums when first set out in the beds aiß very apt to cast their leaves. Do not be discouraged, new ones will come, for a geranium is such an accom modating plant it will grow without petting or coaxing, and very often where no plant will grow. I was asked a day or two since why some geraniums pro duce such an abundance of leaves, but no flowers. On inquiry I found the bed had been heavily manured. The c&lla lily requires plenty of water during the growing season. It is one of the best house plants grown, being sure to bloom. In the summer season I set them out in their pots under a shady tree and let them rest until the fall, when I shake off all the dirt and give them new soil. Give your calla hot water as a stimulant, commencing with it as hot as you can bear your hand in ; then, as the calla becomes used to it. ycu can give it boiling hot. The snails I have sent out to several “Household” members are the curiously formed seed vessels of medicago, a cloverslike plant with small yellow flowers. The seeds of perennials, that is, plants which throw up their flower stems, ma ture their seeds and then die down to start up again the following spring, may be sown to bloom next season, in July, August and September; but the earlier sown, so much larger and stron ger wiil the plants be, and therefore more able to stand the winter. Among these perennials we find a great many flowers which our grandmo thers used to cultivate. There is the white lily, which has been in cultivation some 300 years, and is still a favorite. It is a spotless white, perfectly hardy and very fragrant, and is considered an emblem of purity. Then the bleeding heart (I purposely give popular names); everybody admires it, with its lovely branches, loaded with rosy red, heart shaped flowers. Lily of the valley, I know all who read this will appreciate, for it is a universal favorite. It thrives best in a shady place, which has been made quite rich by well-rotted manure. The foregoing perennials are increased by division of the roots, but very many others are produced from seeds. If a good selection is made now, and sown in the early summer, you will have bloom ing plants from early next spring, com mencing with the pretty forget-me-not and continuing all through the summer with pansies, sweet-william, sweet rock et, snap-dragon, honesty, larkspur, fox glove, hollyhock, Cant rbury bell and others. Then among the perennial climbers we have everlasting pea and honeysuckle. There are a great many who write to me for seeds who are unable to lay out money every spring or annu als. Widow’s caps for young ladies are of white tarlatan in fanchon shape, or else they are pointed in front in Marie Stuart shape; they are with white or black strings, or entirely without strings, as the wearer chooses. For older ladies the tarlatan cap has a large mesh crown, with pleated frills lying on the hair, A PATHETIC LETTEJK. Wblfe Eagle’* Account of the Woe* ©f lit* Tribe. The following are extracts irom a let ter from Kbe-tha-ska (White Eagle), Head chief of the Poncas, written to Mr. T. H. Tibbies, and dated Indian Terri tory, May 20,1879: “In the spring of 1876 we were all living quietly on our farms, when sud denly there came to our reserve a white man, who professed to have come from the president. He called us all to the church and we went. We had seen tnia man before, and he appeared to be a good friend of ours. He said to us: ‘ The president has sent me with a mes sage to you. He has sent me to tell you that you must pack up and remove to the Indian Territoi yI replied : * Friend, I thought that when the presi dent desired to transact business with a people he would consult with them first. This has come on suddenly Give us time to think about it. I want to know and see for myself what I had better do.’ “He jumped to his feet and said: 1 The president told me to take you to the Indian Territory, and I have both hands full of money, which it will require to move you down there. When the president says anything it must be done. Everything is settled, and it is just as though you were there already. “ I answered : ‘ I have never broken any of my treaties with the government. What does the president want to take my land away from me for ? The presi dent told me to work, and I have done it. He told me not to go on the war path, even if the white men took away my horses and cattle or killed my peo ple. I promised I would not, and I have performed my promises. My people have lived and died on this land as far back as we can remember. I have sowed wheat and planted corn, and have per formed all my promises, and now it seems as if the government was trying to drown me when it takes my land away. The land is our own. We do not want to part with it. Ido not think I shall let the president have it. I have broken no treaties, and the prees ident has no right to take it from me.’ This man arose and said, ‘£top your talking. Don’t say any more. The president has told me to remove you as soon as I get here. The president is going to send all the Indians to Indian Territory. You can do nothing. What the president has said will be done. 5 ” After relating a further refusal to leave the land, White Eagle says the soldiers were sent there and this man sent for him again, and proceeds as fol lows: “ I gave the treaty to the officer and said to him : * I have never done any wrong against the white people. I have never broken any treaties. Now, what have I done that your soldiers stand here all around against me? I have done that which I thought my duty. Now, show me what I have done that you stand here with your soldiers in arms against me? I have helped your soldiers. I have helped the white peo ple who live around here. When the Sioux carried off your cattle and horses I have had them returned to you, if it was in my power. Why do you stand here armed agamat me! I had always believed that your government had ordered your soldiers to protect those who were peaceful, and to bear arms against those who committed crimes. Have pity on the tears of these helpless women and children. We would rather die here on cur own land than be forced to go. Kill us all on our own laud now, so that in the future when men shall ask, why have these died? it shall be answered, they died rather than be forced to leave their land ; they died to maintain their rights, and perhaps there will be found some to pity us, and say they did that which was right. “ This man answered, ‘if blood is shed, you only will be the cause. 5 55 After describing in detail the forced removal to the Indian territory, the loss by sickness of nearly one- fourth of the tribe, and of hearing of the suit to release Standing Bear and hi3 party, he says: “ When a people lose all they hold dear to them the heart cries all the time. I speak now to your lawyers who have helped Standing Bear. We have thought there was none to take pity on us and none to help us. We thought all the white people hated us. But now we have seen you take pity on Standing Bear when you heard his story, and it may be that you knew nothing of our wrongs and did not help us. I thank you in the name of my tribe for what yon have done for Standing Bear, and I ask you to go still further in your kindness and help us regain our land. My heart thinks all the time of cur dead ; I cry day and night for the mea, women and children who have been killed by this land, but when I heard of your kindness to some cf my people, I felt as if I might raise my head and open my eyes to see the coming light. I want to save the remainder of my people, and I look to you for help. “ Khe-tha-ska.” Cliild Life on tlie Amazons. Mr. Herbert H. Smith, writing in the July Scribner of “ An Indian Village on the Amazons,” thus describes a very interesting phase of tropical life: Child life here is an exceedingly curious study; the quiet little creatures are so different from our romping American boys and girls. They get few caresses and give none; mother-love is mechanical; there is nothing of that overflow of tenderness, that constant watchful care, that sheds such a halo around our homes. The babies vege tate in their steady brown fashion, sel dom crying or laughing, but lying all day in their hammock cradles, and watching everything around them with keen eyes. As soon as the little boys and girls can toddle about they are left tumbling up the back stairs of life on a diet of mandioca meal and fish. The parents seldom punish their children, for they are very docile ; when they do, the little ones pucker up their mouths and look sullen, but do not cry. Pleas ure is expressed by a smile—among the little girls very often by a broad grin with an abundant show of teeth—but an articulate laugh is a rarity. It is interesting to watch how the mental traits of the race appear even in the young babies. If a plaything is given them they examine it gravely for a little while and then let it drop. Observe how different this is from a white baby’s actions. A bright little six.months-old at home has four distinct methods of investigation: first, by looking; second, by touching; then by putting the object into its mouth; and finally, by banging it against the floor. The brown menino just looks; he does not investigate at all As thß children grow older the same trait is apparent in almost every case. An Indian is content to see and hear a thing, without troubling himself about the whys and wherefores; even such incom prehensible pursuits as fossil-collecting or butterfly-catching, or sketching, pro voke hardly anj curiosity. The people look on quietly, sometimes asking a question or two, but soon dismissing the subject from their minds as something they are incapable of tmdeistanding. With all the crowding to see the lady of our party, hardly a person asked why she came. So, too, the babies are unambitious; they do not cry after pretty colors or stretch out their hand to a candle. And the men have no ap* parent desire to better their lot. Tney go on just as their fathers did ; submit to the imposition of the whites, a little sullenly, but without a thought of a re bellion, unless there is a white or a half breed to lead them. The children do not care much for playthings; we rare’y see one with a rag doll; the little boys delight in bows and arrows, but they take them as a part of their training. Sometimes the people have dances, in im itation of the “ festa 55 sports; and we hear them humming the waltzes and quadrilles which their quick ears have caught from the musicians. As an In* dian will paddle steadily all day, while his wife at home hardly ceases her mos notonous cotton-beating, so the little ones have an inexhaustible gift of pa tience. Where a white child would fret and cry, the brown one sits all day, per* fectly still, but watching everything around him. To see a little Indian boy in a canoe, you would say that nothing of him was alive but his eyes. Lord Beaconsfield and the Gold en Wreath. When the British premier returned from Berlin last year, one of his enthu siastic admirers conceived tho idea of presenting him with a “ tribute from the people. ” The tribute he proposed should take the form of a wreath of gold leaves, each leaf to come from a large town or district, and to be paid for by a subscription of single pennies from admirers of the premier, and to have engraved on the back the name of the town from which the funds came to purchase it. .. A little girl was, for the first time in her life, to attend a funeral; as she was being dressed, she lilted from the drawer a dark-brown sash and asked “ Wouldn’t this be the best to wear ? It is kind of coffin-colored. ” ..Cheerfulness not only lengthens a man’s days, but sweetens them. The man who l&fis at everything is the hardest kind ova man to kill, and d im game when he duz die.
