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Infidelity Boastful, but Beaten.
When, in 1789, General Bonaparte,
with his French soldiery and his literary
men, entered the small town of Dende
rah, in Central Egypt, he found two
temples, one large and one small, covered
with hieroglyphics and images of deities.
The literary men not only copied the
drawings, but carried away the whole
ceiling of the small temple, and when
it reached Paris, ardent archaeologists
hastily scanned it; they applied to cer
tain marks in the inscription some
principles of astronomical calculations,
and inferred that the time at which
the temple was erected was 17,000 years
before the Christian era. There was
great excitement; volume followed vol
ume on the subject; pamphlets and
newspapers discussed the theme as the
great discovery of the eighteenth cen
tury. Hundreds of thousands flocked
to the National Library in Paris to see
the antediluvian monument; and when
Charles X, in order to save it from
distribution, placed it in a dark cham
ber, sceptics disclaimed fiercely against
keeping the people from becoming en
lightened, and rallied against belief in a
Deluge’or Creation asstated in the Bible?
and expecially against the imposition of
a “wily priest hood.” “Now you can
see,” they said, “that the Old and New
Testaments contain, from beginning to
end, a series of lies.”
In the temple of Esneh, another of
“the Zodiacs” was discovered, and on
being brought to France and examined,
it had an antiquity of 17,000 years as
signed to it. The dates however, were
not indisputable, for M. Jomar made
one of them 1923 years b. c., M. Dupuis
made it 4,000 years old, while the popu
lar inference was that of M. Gori, who
assigned 17,000 years as assuredly the
right age. When scholars who had pre
cisely the same data came to conclusions
so widely different, we should have
supposed that comparatively little im
portance would have been attached to
the proof in favor of great antiquity;
but it was otherwise. Their reasoning
made a deep impression, not onlv in
France, but in Britain, and in the whole
of Europe, and the oldest date found
the fullest acceptance.
For a time there was no answer; but
it came. Dr. Young, in 1819, published
the results of his patient and laborious
investigations, in the “Supplement to
the Envyelopivdia Britannica,” under
the Article h'gypt. A beginning in the
right direction was made, and in a
short time, through the labors of Dr.
Young and Champoilion, the Rosetta
Stone's threefold inscription became
the key to open up many of the Egypt
ian secrets.
After the almost incredible toil,
Champoliiun having deciphered the
hieroglyphics, read in the famous
inscription on the temple of Denderah,
the name and titles of Augustus Casar.'
showing it could be no older than the
time who i Christianity was introduced;
and in that of the temple at Esneh, the
name of Antoninus! proving that, in
stead of being built 17,000 years before
the Christian era, it was about 140
years after it! There was a sudden and
strange collapse over all Europe of the
inflated opposition to the Bible, which
this, and similar discoveries, had
temporarily sustained; and it is now
indisputable that all the six zodiacal
representatives which have been dis
covered in Egypt, arc traceable to the
time when the country passed through
the hands of the Greeks, and that their
origin is within two hundred years of
the Christian era.
Fear Not—A man crossed the Mis
sissippi river recently on the ice, and
fearing it was too thin, began to crawl
over on his hands and knees in great
terror, but just as he gained the oppo
site shore, all tired out, another man
drove past him gaily sitting upon a sled
loaded with pig-iron. But for all the
world that is just the way most of us
Christians go up tothe heavenly Canaan,
trembling at every step, lest the prom
ises shall break under our feet, when
really they are secure enough for us to
hold up our heads and sing with confi
dence as we march to the better land.
The Bishop of Argyll, having denied
the doctrine of‘apostolic succession,’the
present Archbishop of Canterbury wrote
him a letter in March, 1867. from which
we give the following extract: “That
manv will dislike your views of the
‘apostolic succession,’ I can not doubt:
but it is the view. I believe, of the
overwhelming majority of members of
GEORGIA GRANGE.:--
the Church of England, of a long series
of our best devines, of the 23d of the
39 articles, and of the preface of the
ordination service both of which formu
laries you have quoted: and you do well
to protest against that exclusive and
uncharitable, as well as materialistic,
view of apostolical succession, which
limits the efficacy of God’s grace to a
comparatively small section of Christ
ians, and denies that grace can work in
churches non-Episcopal.”
Christ Our Salvation.
Remember it is not thy hold of Christ
that saves thee, it is Christ; it is not
thy joy in Christ that saves thee, it is
Christ; it is not thy faith in Christ,
though that is the instrument, it is
Christ’s blood and merit. Therefore,
look not so much to thy hand, with
which you are grasping Christ, as to
Christ; look not to thy hope, but to
Jesus, the Author and Finisher of thy
faith. We shall never find happiness
by looking at our prayers, our doings,
or our feelings: it is w T hat Jesus is, not
what we are, that gives rest to our souls.
If we would at once overcome Satan,
and have peace with God, it would be
by “looking unto Jesus.” Let not thy
hopes and fears come between thee and
Jesus: follow hard after Him, and he
will never fail thee.
Prayer and Its Effect;.
Dr. Hamilton narrates the following
as symbolic of the effect of prayer:—
“Among the elegant forms of insect life
there is a little creature known to na
turalists which can gather around it a
sufficiency of atmospheric air, and, so
clothed upon, it descends into the bot
tom of the pool, and you may see the
little diver moving about dry, and at
his ease, protected by his crystal vesture,
though the water all round and above
be stagnant and bitter. Prayer is such
a protector, a transparent vesture. The
world sees it not, but, a real defence,
it keeps out the world. By means of it,
the believer will gather so much of
heavenly atmosphere around him, and
with it descend into the putrid depths
of this contaminating world, that for
a season no evil will touch him; and
he knows when to ascend for a new
supply. Communion with God kept
Daniel pure in Babylon.”
The Baptist movement in Germany
originated in Germany, and has devel
oped normally from that origin. Mr.
One,ken and six other persons, at Ham
burg, who had adopted Baptist opinions,
were indeed baptized by an American
Baptist minister (Rev. Barnas Sears,
then a young man pursuing studies in
Germany), but they had become Bap
tists when he first knew them, and Mr.
Gm ken had previously formed the de
sign to goto England to seek baptism.
Dr. Sears’ presence saved him the
trouble. This was in 1834. For fifteen
years, in different parts of Germa ly
for the movement was rapid and wide
spread—the Baptists were subject to
persecution. They of course had the
sympathy of their American brethren.
But all that has been done by us and
our English brethren has been to assist
them by grants of money, and by such
other expressions of fellowship as Christ
ian brotherhood would suggest.
Gjcmpcvnnrc department.
Evtln of liiteuiperaiice.
Could all the forms of evil produced
by intemperance come upon us in one
horrid array, it would appal the nation,
and put an end to the traffic in ardent
spirits. If in every dwel ing built by
blood, the stone from the wall should
utter the cries which the bloody traffic
extorts and the beam out of the timber
should echo them back, who would
build such a house, and who would
dwell in it ? What if in every part of
the dwelling, from the cellar upwards,
through all the halls and chambers,
babblings and contentions were heard
day and night ? What if the cold
blood oozed out and stood in drops upon
the walls, and by preternatural art
all the ghastly skulls and bones of the
victims destroyed by intemperance
should stand upon the walls, in horrid
sculpture within and without the build
ing—who would read it ? M hat if at
eventide, at midnight, the airy forms
of men destroyed by intemperance,
were dimly seen haunting the distiller
ies and stores where they received their
bane ; following the track of the ves
sel engaged in the commerce ; walking
upon the water; flitting athwart the
deck, and sending up from the hold
within and the waves without, groans
and loud laments, and wailings ? Who
would attend such stores, w T ho would
navigate such vessel? Oh, were the sky
over our heads were one great whisper
ing gallery, bringing down about us
all the lamentation and w T oe which in
temperance creates, and the firm earth
one sonorous medium of sound bring
ing up around us from beneath the
wailings of the damned, whom the
commerce in ardent spirits sent thither,
tremendous realities would assail our
senses, would invigorate our conscience,
and give decision to our purpose of re
formation. But these evils are as real
as if the stone did cry out of the wall
and the beam answer it!—as if day and
night wailings were heard in part of
the dwelling, and blood and skeletons
were seen on every wall! —as real as if
the ghostly forms of the departed vic
tims flitted about the ship as she passed
over the billows and showed themselves
nightly about the distilleries, and with
unearthly voice screamed in our ears
their loud lament. They are as real as
if the sky over our heads collected and
brought down upon us all the notes of
sorrow in the land, and the firm earth
should open a passage for the w’ailings
of despair to come up from beneath.
Drink and Work.
“ I drank to make me work,” said
a young man. To which an old man
replied, “ That’s right. Hearken to
me a moment, and I will tell thee some
thing that may do thee good. I was
once a prosperous farmer. I had a
good, loving wife, and tw’o fine lads
as ever the sun shone on. We had a
comfortable home, and lived happily
together. But we use to drink ale to
make us work. Those two lads I had,
now lay in drunkards’ graves. My
wife died heartbroken, and she now
lies by her two sons. I am seventy
years of age. Had it not been for
drink, I might now have been an inde
pendent gentleman ; but I use to drink
to make me work, and, mark it, it makes
me work now. At seventy years of age,
I am obliged to work for my daily
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bread. Drink! drink! and it will make
you work !
The Temper,
Rev. Dr. Stone, of San Francisco,
in a recent week-day lecture, discusses
the subject of self-control.and observes:
“It will be necessary for us, very likely,
to overcome and subdue a naturally
impatient and irritable temper. We
do not meet obstacles calmly or bear
eontradition well, or accept the post
ponement of our hopes, because of this
infirmity of our disposition. We are
sensitive to every demonstration that
crosses our wishes, and interferes with
our plans. Checked by certain limita
tion, we flame out into the flush of
anger, and hot words of teproaeh.
What we have to do to save our peace
of mind from constant disturbance
and wreck, is to grapple in earnest with
this peevish and fretful temper. It
will hold us up to a hard conflict. It
is in possession. It keeps the citadel.
“This kind goeth not out” at our care
less bidding; nor “without prayer and
fasting.” We must watch it vigilantly.
We must pray earnestly for divine help;
we must suppress the outward explosion;
and stifle the bad spirit for want of air;
we must shut our lips as with iron
clamps, bite our hasty tongues, hold
our hands before our flashing eyes and
scarlet cheeks, and never intermit this
strife till Jesus has breathed into our
souls, instead of this fractious and
heady disposition, his own meekness
and patience.”
Brotherly Faithfulness. —Many
years ago when a respectable minister
who seemed unconsiously yielding to
an overmastering craving for strong
drink, asked Robert Hall for a glass
of brandy, he sharply said, “Why do
you not ask for a glass of liquid fire
and distilled damnation, and I will
give it yon ?” The old gentleman, pale
and trembling, after a little said, “I
thank you Mr. Hall.” He felt that
these fearful epithets rightly described
what the liquor was to him.
Willie’s Effort.
Willie Thornton attended a large
school for boys in R——, a pleasant
town not far from the Ohio River. He
was just fourteen years old, and was
studying Harkness’ Introductory La
tin books, algebra and English history.
Willie was a lively, active boy, and
although a fair scholar, was sometimes
apt to neglect his studies for play.
But from earliest childhood his fond
ness for animals of every species had
been particularly noticeable, and al
though so young, he had several boxes
full of butterflies and various kinds of
insects. He had a great many curiosi
ties, among others a horned toad,
which his Uncle Fred had brought him
from Texas.
In his desire to collect specimens for
his “museum,” as he termed it, his les
sons were apt to suffer. As you may
suppose, he greatly enjoyed reading
books on this subject, and he had
already studied as a text-book at school
Tenney’s “Natural History.” He was
very desirous to get for himself a library
of scientific and zoological works, but
as yet his collection was very meagre.
So much byway of introduction.
One day, as he and his particular crony,
Jack Marston, were coming from the
postoffice, they spied an advertisement:
A X TANTED— Immediately, by Cooke & Co., 20
or more copyists! None but good writers
need apply.
“Look there, Jack!” said Willie,
“suppose you and I offer our services ?”
“Not I,” answered Jack; “when school
is out I don’t want to be bothered with
any writing on my hands. Get enough
of that in Latin exercises.”
“Well,” was the reply, “school closes
on Friday, and there’s the spring vaca
tion to do it in, and I think ’twould be
kind of jolly to earn a little cash. I’m
sort of hard-up for ‘stamps’ once in a
while.”
“So am I, too,for the matter of that,”
said Jack, laughing, “but I’m too lazy.
What I don’t beg from pa, I must go
without; so good-by, my boy, and don’t
overwork ! However, I guess there’s
no particular danger on that score,” and
with a shrug of his shoulders he walked
away.
Will had been more in fun than earn
est while talking to Jack, but the more
he thought of copying, the better he
was pleased with the idea. That night
he wrote a note to Cooke A Co., tender
ing his services as a copyist, and two
days after his manuscript was returned,
with the order, “Call at our office at
once.”
He received this command Friday
noon, and that afternoon school closed
for a fortnight’s vacation. He called
at their office, and was pleasantly re
ceived, and Mr. Cooke explained his
duties to him, calling him “Thornton,”
which pleased our young hero greatly.
“Here, Thornton, are seventy-five
directed envelopes. This is your copy,
and here are seventy-five sheets of
paper. You will address the letters to
the persons whose names you see on
these envelopes, and when you have
finished these, bring them to our office,
jWe have other clerks who mail the
letters. You will receive eight cents
for each letter ; it occupies three pages
of this sheet of letter-paper. Do you
understand ?”
“Yes, sir, I think I do,” answered
Willie, and with a polite “Thank you,’’
■ he left the room.
’ Upon reading the copy, Willie saw
• that it was a notice of a recent publica
i tion, and that it solicited canvassers
• for said book. Willie went home, and
■ that night began his work. He found
1 it rather tiresome, but the plan which
■ he adopted was to get up and practice
some violent physical exercise aft?r
each hour’s work. He wrote almost
all day until five o’clock, when he would
rest for the remainder of the day. The
next Wednesday he returned the
seventy-five letters, and received one
hundred more. In this way he wrote
and played several hours each day, and
when the two weeks’ vacation was nearly
over, he had earned thirty dollars.
“Had a good time this vacation,
Jack ?” inquired Willie, as he met his
friend the last Saturday of vacation.
“No, horrid,” was the reply. “I’ve
just moped around. Pa said I might
go to Cincinnati last Monday, and stay
a week, if I’d pay my fare; but I’d
spent the last five dollars he’d given
me, and so hadn’t a cent. Have you
enjoyed it ?”
“Yes, indeed,” answered Willie. “I
made thirty dollars copying for Cooke
& Co., and played base ball every after
noon after five o’clock. We’re going
to play a match game with the ‘Athlet
ics’ next Saturday. Carpenter Chips
is going to make me the cutest little
cabinet, with glass doors, to keep my
specimens in, for five dollars ; and I’m
on my way to the bookstore to order
some splendid volumes of Natural His
tory from New York city.”
“Mighty fine, all of a sudden,” growled
Jack.
******
Willie is now a young man who, not
long since, completed his college course
at Yale, and as he is as fond of “bugs”
as ever, he thinks of attending Prof.
Agassiz’s school at Penikese.
Boys —and girls too —this story has
a moral. Instead of always expecting
your fathers and mothers to give you
money, try and earn some for your
selves, if ever opportunity offers ; and
when you want something a little extra
—work for it. — Interior.
A Mother’* Love.
Two miles from the fort, the Indians
entered the house of a Mr. Kemball,
where several relatives and friends with
their families had assembled together
for mutual comfort and assistance in
those trying times. Three youths and
one girl escaped when the savages
made the attack ; the rest were killled
and scalped, the house was robbed, the
stock slaughtered, and then the human
butchers left, believing all were dead or
dying. Early in the night a shower of
rain fell, and revived Sarah Merril, a
married daughter of James Kemball.
She had been cruelly beaten with clubs,
and the whole scalp taken off, with its
long beautiful hair, as a trophy of vic
tory. She awoke to consc'ousness of
pain and terror; but love imparts
strength to her aching and bruised
limbs. She was a young mother, and,
with the first return of consciousness,
missed her first-born from her arms.
Crawling on her knees, she felt among
the bodies around her for her little one.
She passed her hand over every face
until she found him. She knew him by
touch ; and oh! he was still warm, still
living! She sank downbesidehim,weep
ing for joy ; put her breast to his lips,
and he instinctively awoke to draw life
from the warm, sweet mother’s milk.
For a little while, mother and child lay
in the darkness and rain among the
dead, happy. Clasping her precious
burden to her bosom, animated by re
newed strength and hope, she slowly
crawled and staggered,sometimes on her
feet, sometimes on her knees, over the
dead, through blood and rain and dark
ness, in the forest toward the fort.
When within half a mile of help her
bleeding bead and wounded limbs gave
way; she had not strength enough to
bear even that little sweet weight on
ward. Resolved not to faint away, she
laid down and thought. In a few mo
ments she again arose, placed the baby
by a log, and hid him with a green
bough, almost like the robin redbreasts
bid the babes in the wood, and left him.
To die? Oh. no, no! On she went
staggering and crawling, growing every
moment feebler still from loss of blood.
At last she reached the fort, where a
few men had again assembled to gar
rison the place, and take care of the
women and children who were pouring
in from the settlements. She was strong
enough to tell them where she hid her
boy, strong enough to wait until sev
eral men went out after him. They
quickly returned, bringing the child
with them; and only when she clasped
him to her loving breast again did she
sink down exhausted in a swoon.
The Indians had cut a mark around
the poor little heed, but, having only
the soft downy Lair of an infant, they
did not scalp him. Although he had
been bruised and stunned by a blow, he
lived many years; and, let us Lope, was
always a comfort to his brave mother,
who also survived the wounds and ter
rors of that day and night of tragedies.
Home and School.
That’s My Penny.
An interesting young lad, who had
nothing to give a country missionary
meeting to which he was going, except
a solitary penny, was somewhat discon
certed, the more so because he was
much teased by his sister on account of
the smallness of his contribution. She
repeatedly remarked, “What is a pen
ny ? What good can it do ? and, be
sides, it will never be noticed among
all the money that will be given by
others.” The boy was encouraged,
however, by his pious mother not to
mind the taunts of his sister, who hap
pened to have a trifle more to give, but
to take his penny and give it with a
pure motive ; and, if it were not noticed
by man, to remember that it would be
known to God, who was well pleased
with the poor widow’s mite. Away
they went to the meeting at the ap
pointed time. All were interested with
the address, and the little fellow fre
quently wished that he had more to
give. At length the collection was
made, and the boy, with a heavy heart,
dropped in his penny. According to
custom, the money was counted in the
vestry, that the amount might be an
nounced to the meeting. By and by the
secretary stepped forward on the plat
form, and stated that he had the pleas
ure of announcing that the collection
amounted to “six pounds, five shillings
and a penny.” When the little boy
heard mention made of a penny, he
was so moved that he could scarcely
restrain himself, and he whispered,
somewhat loudly, to his sister : “Hear
that; that’s my penny. You said it
was so little it would never be noticed,
and the gentleman has told the whole
congregation.” His mother said,
“Hush!” and the matter dropped; but
the little boy had the better of his sis
ter for once, and he was disposed ever*
afterward to feel triumphant on account
of the public notice that was taken of
his penny contribution.
* Watching.
A general, after gaining a great vic
tory, was encamping with his army for
the night. He ordered sentinels to be
stationed all around the camp as usual.
One of the sentinels, as he went to h's
station, grumbled to himself, and said :
“Why could not the general let us have
a quiet night’s rest for once, after beat
ing the enemy ? I’m sure there is noth
ing to be afraid of.”
The man then went to his station,
and stood for some time looking about
him. It was a bright summer’s night,
with a harvest moon, but he could see
nothing anywhere ;so he said: “I am
terribly tired. I shall sleep for just
five minutes, out of the moonlight, un
der the shadow of this tree.” So he lay
down.
Presently he started up, dreaming
that some one had pushed a lantern be
fore his eyes, and he found that the
moon was shining brightly down on
him through a hole in the branches of
the tree above him. The next minute
an arrow whizzed past his ear, and the
whole field before him seemed alive
with soldiers in dark-green coats, who
sprang up from the ground, where they
had been silently creeping onward, and
rushed toward him. Fortunately, the
arrow had missed him ; so he shouted
aloud to give the alarm, and ran back
to some other sentinels. The army was
thus saved ; and the soldier said, “I
shall never forget, as long as I live,
that when one is at war, one must
watch.
Our whole life is a war with evil.
Just after we have conquered it, it
sometimes attacks us when we least ex
pect it. For example, when we have
resisted the temptation to be cross and
pettish or disobedient, sometimes when
we are thinking, “How good we have
been !” comes another sudden tempta
tion, and we are not on our guard, anp
do not resist it. Jesus says to us,
“Watch and pray that yc enter not into
temptation.”— Parables for Children.
Example.—l was calling on a family
where a certain mother passed a part
of each summer, and the conversation
turned upon the practice, so common
in fashionable circles, of offering wine
i to callers ; she remarked, “ It is passed
! to me, but I always refuse it, and tell
i them that the mother of four boys
j mustn’t touch it —mustn’t even touch
it.” _
The Franklin Steam Printing House employe
finer and a larger number of steam presses than
i any other house in the country.
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