Newspaper Page Text
24
Childrens’ Department.
HOW THE BRASS TRUMPET TURNED
INTO GOLD.
It was one afternoon, in June of 1871, that
as little Allen Forsyth was walking from
school up the dusty turnpike road of S ,
he saw the stage go by. As the lumbering
vehicle jostled along on the stones, a small
valise tumbled off the top. Allen shouted,
but the driver did not hear him, so he hal
looed again and again, running until he was
out of breath. -A passenger at last noticed
him, and the stage came to a halt. The owner
of the valise thanked Allen, and handed him
a ten-cent stamp.
It was the first money that Allen had ever
had. He was puzzled as to what he should
do with it, but he soon decided to keep the
Fourth; for Johnny Bloom had whispered
to him at school that day that he was going
to keep the Fourth with a trumpet and drum.
So Allen ran back to the big store of Jones,
at the Four Corners, and asked for a trumpet
and drum for his soiled stamp.
Jones laughed, chucking him under the
chin, ajid said, “ My little man, the drums are
too dear, but you may have your choice out
of a hundred trumpets.
Then Allen chose a yellow trumpet, that
Jones said was made of pure gold, and could
be heard a mile.
But Jones had the sad fault of “stretching
the truth,” as he called it. He did not really
mean to deceive any one, but he did it only
for fun; but the habit of joking had so grown
on him that, even in serious things, no one
took him at his word. “One can never tell
whether Jones is speaking the truth or not,”
they .said.
But little Allen believed him, and thought
that the brass trumpet was really gold.
And the trumpet was destined to turn into
gold at last.
Allen kept the Fourth right joyfully, al
though there were no soldiers to be seen, no
ringing of bells, or martial music, or fire
works —although there was nothing at all but
his yellow trumpet —but then the trumpet
wa3 a host in itself.
Pete Forsyth went to his work in the fields,
and his wife and her two sisters busied them
selves as usual in the house and in the dairy,
while Allen blew and blew and blew his trum
pet until the three women said they'felt like
stopping their ears. But Grandpa Forsyth,
whose hair was as white as snow, kept the
Fourth with little Allen.
The other big folks said that the old man
had come to his second childhood, which was
perhaps true, for he laughed in childish glee
that day, watching Allen blow' the blasts, al
though he could scarcely catch a note; and
then, as he sat in the doorway on his w'ooden
chair, he lived over his early Fourth of Julys
again.
Grandpa Forsyth had seen a good deal of
trouble. He had buried his wife and all his
children except Pete, the eldest; among the
others, Allen’s father, who had been swept
away with a fever; and Allen’s mother had
died not long after, leaving her baby-hoy to
the care of the poor old man.
The only property he had ever had was the
stony farm of sixty acres, which had come
down to him from tw r o generations, and on
this Grandpa Forsyth continued to live with
his sou Pete. Pete had always worked hard,
and he began to look upon the farm as his
own when his father grew 7 too feeble to plow
and sow and reap, and so it had ended in the
old man deeding the property to his son for
the sake of a peaceful home in his last days.
Perhaps Pete did not mean to be ungrateful
or unkind, but year after year he grew' more
fretful and even harsh, until Grandpa For
syth fancied that Pete looked upon himself
and Allen as being in the way. That made
the old man sad, and often when no one but
God and the angels saw' it, lie brushed away
tears from his dim eyes, and he was glad
he should soon go where the promise says,
“God shall w'ipe away all tears from their
eyes.”
But when he remembered little Allen, he
hoped to live to be a hundred years old.
Allen’s aunt and her sisters were not cross,
but they were always busy and grim. They
never kissed him, they never had time to listen
to him, and they never laughed, so Allen had
only his grandfather to talk to, and he was
almost as deaf as_ a post. • However, this did
"“hot'hia'tt.e'sb' much difference since they loved
each other.
Thus it was that the two kept that Fourth
of July of 1871 gloriously with the ten-penny
trumpet, while the other dwellers on Forsyth
farm w r ent about frowning over the cares of
this world.
Then followed other long summer days
when Allen went to and fro, morning and af
ternoon, to the red school-house, carrying with
him his blue spelling-book and his golden
trumpet; for he took to blowing it on the
road since his aunt would not have Fourth of!
July kept up but one day in the year. Some
times he sat down on a stone fence and blew
sweetly till the robins answered, and some
times he marched along, his head thrown
back, and blew long, shrill blasts that startled
the squirrels as they ran along.
Autumn came; the leaves turned yellow
and red and brown, and lay in heaps in the
woods and roadsides. Then came news of
the great Chicago fire. Allen heard all about
it at school. The teacher cried as she read
of the suffering people and the children cried
with her. Then she proposed that each one
of them should send something to the little
boys and girls who had had all their clothes
and books and play things burned up, and
some promised one thing and some another.
Then Allen w T ent home, but he did not
blow his trumpet on the way, he was so busy
thinking what he should ask his aunt to let
him send. He thought it might be his new
gray blouse, and perhaps his new, warm cap,
made out of a piece of the same cloth. He
rushed into the house excited, and talked very
fast, but his aunt at first paid 110 attention to
his words.
At last she said, “Let rich folks send —we
are too poor.”
Then Allen went to his grandfather, who
sat in the porch, his child-face with that
moving expression that comes before tears.
Grandpa Forsyth took him on his lap, and
Allen, between sobs, told out his grief. The
old man did not exactly know what was the
matter, but he soothed him with pitying
words and looks. Then little Allen drew his
trumpet out of his pocket and said, with a
long, long breath :
“That is all my own. I might send that.”
But he hid his face quickly, for he was
crying again. His trumpet was all the toy
he had, and it was hard to give it away. But
in a minute he looked up smiling. Grandpa
Forsyth smiled back, and somehow Allen
felt comforted and happy. Then he went fast
asleep in his grandfather’s arms, while the
old man prayed that he might grow up to be
good man.
The next day all the school-children brought
their gifts. Allen blew one very soft blast,
by way of farewell, and then he laid his gift
on the teacher’s desk.
“What is this?” she asked in surprise.
“My trumpet,” Allen said, his eyes down
cast.
The teacher kissed him. She had heard a
good deal about the little orphan boy and his
trumpet. So she asked him various questions,
and then it all came out how he wanted to
send his new blouse, but could not, and had
nothing of his own except the ten-penny
trumpet.
School over, the teacher went to a sewing
circle at the minister’s house, where nearly
all the ladies of the church were gathered, to
make up warm garments for the nre-stricken
people.
There she showed the little brass trumpet,
and it was put up to be sold to the highest
bidder. A lady in mourning bid the highest,
thirty dollars, and the money was paid over to
the teacher to buy cloth lor blouses. Twenty
little Chicago boys were made very happy not
long after, by the gift of Allen’s trumpet.
And Allen? Ah, he was made doubly
happy by it. Last Fourth of July he kept
the day with a trumpet and a drum, torpedoes
and Roman candles, and he looked on while
rockets and stars of all colors went up to the
sky. He kept it in this way because the rich
lady in mourning took him on Christmas-day
of 1871, for her own little boy. But Grandpa
Forsyth had before that been laid in the old
churchyard. _ That is why the tears some
times come in Allen’s eyes in his beautiful
new home.— Christian Weekly.
Live as near as you can to the Savior!
THE LITTLE PEDDLER.
One rainy afternoon, in the earliest part of
autumn, I heard a low knock at my door,
and, upon opening it, found a peddler.' Now,
peddlers are a great vexation to me; they
leave the gates open; they never have any
thing I want; and I don’t like the faces that
belong to them, especially those of strong men
who go about with little packages of coarse
goods; and I always close the door upon
them, saying to myself, “Lazy.”
This was a little boy; and he was pale and
wet, and looked so cold, I forget he w T as a ped
dler, and asked him to come in to the fire. I
thought he appeared as though he expected I
was going to buy something, for he com
menced opening his tin box; but I had no
such intention. He looked up in my face
very earnestly and sadly, when I told him to
warm himself by the fire, and did not wish to
purchase any thing. As he rose slowly from
his seat, there was something in his manner
which reproached me; and I detaiued him to
inquire why he was out in the rain. He re
plied:
“I am out every day, and can’t stay in for a
little rain; besides, most peddlers stay at
home then,and I can sell more on rainy days.”
“How much do you earn a day?”
“Sometimes two shillings, sometimes one;
and then, ma’am, I am very tired.”
Here he gave a quick, dry cough which
startled me.
“How long have you had that cough?”
“I don’t know, ma’am.”
“Does it hurt you?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Where does your mother live?”
“In heaven, ma’am,” said he, unmoved.
“Have you a father?”
“Yes, ma’am; he is with mother,” he re
plied, in the same tone.
“Have you any brothers or sisters?”
“I had a little sister; but she went to
mother about a month ago.”
“What ailed her?”
“She wanted to see mother, and so do I;
and I guess that is why I cough so.”
“Where do you live?”
“With Mrs. Brown, in N street.”
“Does she give you any medicine for your
cough?”
“Not doctor’s medicine —she is too poor;
but she makes something for me to take.”
“Will you take something if I give it to
you?”
“No, ma’am, I thank you; mother took
medicine, and it didn’t help her, though she
wanted to stay. And, you see, I want to go.
It would not stop my cough. Good day,
ma’am.”
“Wait a minute,” I said. I want to see
what you carry.”
He opened his box, sind for once I found
what I wanted. Indeed, I don’t think it sig
nified what he had —I should have wanted it;
for the little peddler had changed in my eyes.
He had a father and mother in heaven, and
so had I. How strange that peddlers had
never seemed like human, soul-filled beings
before! How thankful he was! how his great,
sunken, blue eyes looked into mine when I
paid him!
“You don’t ask me to take a cent less,”
said he, after hesitating a minute; “I think
you must be very rich.”
“0, no!” I replied; “I am far from that,
and these things are worth more to me than I
gave you for them. Will you come again?”
“Yes, ma’am, if I don’t go to mother soon.”
“Arc you hungry?”
“No, ma’am ; I never feel hungry now. I
sometimes think mother feeds me when I
sleep, though I don’t remember it when I am
awake. I only know I don’t wish to eat now,
since my sister is dead.”
“Did you feel very sad, then?”
“I felt very big in my throat, and thought
I was choked; but I didn’t cry a bit, though
I felt very lonely at night for a While. But
I’m glad she’s up there now.”
“Who told you that you were going to die.”
“Nobody; but I know' I am. Perhaps I’ll
go before Christmas.”
I could not endure that, and tried to make
him stay; but he would run and tell Mrs.
Brown what good luck he had met with. He
bade me good-day again cheerfully, and went
out into the cold rain; while I could only
say, “God be with you, my child!”
He never came again, though I looked for
him every day. At length, about New Year’s
Day. I went to the place he called home.
Mrs. Brown was there; but the little pilgrim
—his weary feet were at rest; and nevermore
w'ould his gentle knock be heard at the door
of those who, like myself, forget the necessity
and stern want that often send about these
wanderers from house to house, and that
their employment might be far more un
seemingly to them < ;an annoying to us. —
Household Treasure.
THE POWER OF TRUTH.
How simply and beautifully has Abdool-
Kadir, of Ghilan, impressed us with the love
of truth in a story of his childhood. After
stating the vision which made him entreat of
his mother to allow him to go to Bagdad and
devote himself to God, he thus ftroceeds: “I
informed her of what I had seen, and she
wept; then, taking out eighty dinars, she told
me that, as I had a brother, half of that was
all my inheritance. She made me promise,
when she gave it to me, never to tell a lie , and
afterward bade me farewell, exclaiming, ‘ Go,
my son; I trust thee to God. We shall not
meet again until the day of judgment.’
“I went on well,” he adds, “till I came
near to Hamadam, when our Kafilah was
plundered by sixty horsemen. One fellow
asked me what I had got.
“‘Forty dinars,' said I, ‘are sown under
my garments.’
“The fellow laughed, thinking, no doubt, I
was joking with him.
“ ‘ What have you got,’ said another.
“ T gave him the same answer.
“ When they were dividing the spoil, I was
called to a mound where the chief stood.
‘ What property have you got, my little fel
low?’said he.
“‘I have told two of your men already,’ I
replied. ‘ I have forty dinars sewed up in my
clothes.’
“He ordered them to be ripped open, and
found my money.
“‘And how came you,’ said he, with sur
prise, ‘ to declare so openly what has been so
carefully hidden?’
“‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I will not be false
to my mother, to whom I have promised that
I will never tell a lie!’
“‘Child,’ said the robber, ‘hast thou such
a sense of thy duty to thy mother at thy years,
and am I insensible at my age of the duty I
owe to my God? Give me thy hand, innocent
boy,’ he continued, ‘that I may swear repent
ance upon it! ’
“He did so. His followers were all alike
struck with the scene.
“‘You have been our leader in guilt,’ said
they to their chief; ‘be the same in the path
of virtue,’ and they instantly, at his order,
made restitution of their spoil, and vowed
repentance on my hand.”
Young Folks’ News.
TOBACCO FOR THE BOYS.
Thirty-eight smoking boys were recently
examined by Dr. Decaisne, and twenty-seven
were found to be diseased by it. Dr. Willard
Parker says that all those who chew or smoke
much are likely to have apoplexy or paralysis,
that they are more apt to die in epidemics, and
that they never recover soon or in a healthy
manner from any case of injury or fever. This
mischief has its beginnings now among the
young. Boys of all classes and conditions,
even those of the most careful training in
other respects, often take to using the weed
at an early age, and it is usually done slyly,
so that the fancy for it is not suspected until
the habit of using it is formed.
The only effective way, then, of meeting this
difficulty is to begin with the boys, and so in
struct them that they will never use it. Merely
pledging them is not enough. They must learn
its tricks and its deeeitfulness. Perhaps one
of the most attractive ways of doing this is to
ft up societies among them for this purpose.
e have taken pains to provide, and are able
to furnish, all the simple requisites for carry
ing on real live, earnest, working societies or
leagues. The cost is trifling. Quite a num
ber of these are in successful operation, the.
boys learning muoh. and diffusing intelligence
all around them. We commend this mode of
working to parents and teachers, and to every
body who wishes to do good. Their working
is so simple that even well-grown lads can
manage them. Ten cents sent to this office,
or to Miss Julia Colman, 139 Park Avenue,
METHODIST ADVOCATE: FEBRUARY 5, 1873.
Brooklyn, N. Y., will secure a manual giving
an insight into the mode of operations.
Youths’ Temperance Banner.
Family Reading.
ALL YOUR'CARE.
“Casting all your care upon Him; for He careth for you.”
—1 Peter v: 7.
Cast all thy cai-e. What precious words!
So full of Jesus’ tenderest love,
To draw the heart, like silken cords, 9
To his dear self in heaven above!
Cast all thy care. Yes, every care,
And though thou thinkest some but small,
Just cast them all, be sure He bare
The small ones when He bare them all.
Cast all thy eare. E’en every thought
That would disturb thy peace.of mind;
If once they're to the Savior brought,
Instant relief thou’rt sure to find.
Cast all thy care. Why should’st thou try
A task of hopeless agony?
“’Tis finished,” was the Victor’s cry,
When that same load was borne for thee.
Cast all thy care. Cans’t thou not see
That there exists no other way?
0! come to Him, and ask that He
May give thee grace by faith to say —
“Lord Jesus! now to Thee I come,
Before Thy wounded feet to fall,
To find in Thee my peaceful home,
My only Lord, my Rest, my All."
,s.
CHARITY —A GOOD CONVERSION.
THREE WISHES.
On our circuit last year there stood a neat
little town just on the bank of French Broad
river, in North Carolina; and in that town
lived a good sister that had something for
the preacher almost every time he came round;
a nice new garment, some greenbacks, or
something of which he stood in need. She
never failed to ask him if he wanted any
washing and ironing done, and she seemed to
be really dissatisfied if she -were not confer
ring a favor on her pastor. How fitting is
this needful charity; for a minister often feels
a delicacy in asking such favors, which, when
proffered unsolicited, are highly appreciated.
She would often insist on the preacher spend
ing his rest days at her house. She Avould
direct him to the sick, and to such as he
should visit iu the town. One day she came
cautiously up to her pastor, as though she did
not want her left hand to know what her right
hand did, and extended to him a small tobacco
sack, which was labelled “Good smoking to
bacco.” But fortunately for the receiver
(yet otherwise for some one else) the original
contents of the sack had made its escape, giv
ing place to a firmer and more worthy sub
stance. When an opportunity was afforded,
the sack was examined, and found to contain
twenty-three pieces of silver. Brethren, don’t
you w'ish you had a few such mothers and sis
ters as aunt Hester Ann B —d on your charge?
She does not call it “ waste”—"it might have
been put to a better use." I call this a good
conversion, converted from a worse than
worthless tobacco sack to a Gospel-support
ing purse. Although auut Hester Ann is
getting old and frail, she is not afraid of be
ing reduced to want by doing her duty iu
helping to support the Gospel, as are many of
the aged. “Grandma,” as she is familiarly
called by some, said to her pastor one day,
“Brother L—, if I had three wishes, what do
you suppose they would be?” He answered,
“I do not know, Grandma.” “The first,”
she continued, “would be to love the Lord
my God with all my heart, with all my soul,
with all my strength, and with all my mind,
and my neighbor as myself; the second would
be like unto that; and the third would be to
love the Lord my God with all my heart, with
all my soul, with all my strength, with all my
mind, and my neighbor as myself.” She is
seldom seen without a Bible or some religious
paper or book in her hand. Her language is
that of the poet:
“My all to Christ I’ve given,
Sly talents, time, and voice.
Myself, my reputation—
The lone way is my choice.”
W. R. L.
Riceville, January 23 d.
-.4,,*. .
ROOM, IN WHICH CHURCH ?
Mr. had just moved into the little town
of N— —. He had never been a professor of
religion. On the contrary, although inspect
ing religion in itself, he had heretofore felt
indifferent as to its claims to his personal at
tention. But lately he had begun to feel a
growing conviction that it'was his duty to at
tend some place of worship. And being
alike ignorant of all creeds, he determined,
with that keen instinct which worldly people
so often manifest in these matters, “to go
where there was evidence of the most Chris
tian charity.” Accordingly, he one Sunday
morning entered an imposing looking edifice,
and took a seat in an empty pew a short dis
tance from the pulpit. Almost instantly,
however, a hand was laid on his arm, and a
ruder voice -whispered, “Come out o’ there;
don’t you see this ? ere pew’s occupied?” Alas,
no; the big card on which this impressive an
nouncement was printed had escaped Mr.
]s notice, and so, with a feeling of morti
fication, he came out into the aisle, and seat
ing himself upon one of the low benches,
watched to see who “occupied” the pew.
Presently a carriage rolled up to the door,
and a solitary old man, leaning on a gold
headed cane, came in, and, entering the va
cated pew, fastened it securely after him.
“Occupied,” mentally ejaculated Mr. .
Ah, I comprehend. I don’t imagine I shall
particularly fancy the teachings of this church.
As it is still early, I think I will try again.”
Going quietly out, he entered the hand
some building opposite; and, a little more ex
perienced in church etiquette, he politely re
quested the surly sexton to give him a seat.
He was shown into a crowded pew, from
which he listened to a most eloquent sermon
on “charity.” The minister seemed much af
fected by his subject, and several persons in
Mr. -’s neighborhood were observed to
wipe their eyes.
“This,” thought he, “is the kind of a
church I have been looking for. This char
itable minister and his people will surely
notice me, a stranger in their midst, and ex
tend to me the right hand of fellowship.”
So, when the congregation was dismissed, he
glanced around expectantly, and advanced
toward the minister as he came down the
aisle. But, a little to his surprise, the ma
jority of the people took no notice of him
whatever: a few stared broadly at the “stran
ger,” and others jostled against him with a
earless “ beg pardon,” as they hurried out.
The minister looked quite over and past
him and the shabby old woman who stood
vainly trying to summon courage to ask some
thing of the tall, pompous man beyond, to
whom he made a jesture, and the two walked
out arm-in-arm, absorbed in the subject of
“foreign missions.”
“Another mistake, I guess,” thought Mr.
ever, there is one more church left.” Thither
he betook himself in the afternoon, where the
usual scanty summer afternoon congregation
was assembled. Notwithstanding the small
number, Mr. , remembering his former
experience, dared not presume to help him
self to a seat; and, as he hesitated, lodking
around in vain for the sexton, a gentleman
stepped out of a pew near by, and said pleas
antly, “Take any seat you choose, sir; they
are all free.”
It was evident to Mr. that all who
were present were worshipers; and the de
vout manner of the assembled few impressed
him deeply. The minister was not at all elo
quent. His voice was monotonous, and his
sermon so plain that the most unlearned
could not fail to understand it. There were
no violent appeals to the feelings, but a quiet,
earnest telling each his duty and how to per
form it. When the service was over, the gen
tleman who had shared Mr. ’s pew with
him, shook han«b with him cordially, and ex
pressed a wish to see hmmhere often, and
asked hirnif he would not like to wait and
see the minister. The good old pastor, his
face growing with fatherly affection, as he
came down the aisle, with a smile or a pleas
ant word or a hand pressure for each, singled
out the strange face among his group of chil
dren, and stretching out his hand with a cor
dial smile, bade him welcome; and, after a
few pleasant remarks, asked permission to
call upon him. “I shall be only too happy,
to see you, sir” said Mr. , much moved.
“And it is my intention to place myself
for the future under your pastoral care;
aud I trtlst, by God’s help, I may, under
your faithful ministrations, become, what I
have never yet been, a Christian.— Christian
at Work.
A HARP THAT ALL MAY PLAY.
A year or two ago I read an incident that
lias since served me more than once as an
illustration of the law of kindness. It was
substantially to this effect:
A poor, coarse-featured old woman lived
on the line of the Baltimore and Ohio rail
way, where it passes through a wild, unpeopled
district of W estern V irginia. She was a
widow, with only one daughter living with
her in a log hut near a deep, precipitous
gorge, crossed by the railway bridge. Here
they contrived to support themselves by rais
ing and selling poultry and eggs, adding ber
ries iu their season, and other little articles
for the market. She had to make a long,
weary walk of many miles to a town where
she could sell her basket of produce. The
railway passed by her cabin to this town, but
the ride would cost much of the profits of her
small sales; so she trudged on generally to the
market on loot. The conductor came finally
to notice her walking by the side of the line
or between the rails; and being a good
natured, benevolent man, he would often give
her a ride to and fro without charge. The
engine-men and brakemen were also good to
the old woman, and felt they were not wrong
ing the interests of the railway company by
giving her these free rides; and soon an acci
dent occurred that proved they were quite
right iu this view of the matter.
In the wild month of March, the rain de
scended and the mountains sent down their
rolling, roaring torrents of melted snow and
ice into this gorge, near the old woman’s hut.
The flood rose with the darkness of the night,
until she heard the crash of the railway bridge,
as it was swept from its abutments and its
broken timbers dfished against the craggy
sides of the precipice on either side. It was
nearly midnight; the raiu fell in a flood, and
the darkness was deep and howling with the
storm. In another half hour the express
train would be due. What could she do to
warn it against the awful destruction it was
approaching! She had hardly a whole tallow
candle in her house, and no light she could
make of tallow 7 or oil, if she had it, w'ould live
a moment in that tempest of wind and rain.
Not a moment was to be lost, and her thought
was equal to the moment. She cut the cord
of her only bedstead, and shouldered the dry
posts, side-pieces and head-pieces. Her
daughter followed with their two wooden
chairs. Up the steep embankment they
climbed, and piled all their household furni
ture upon the liue, a few rods before the
black, awful chasm, gurgling with the roaring
flood. The distant rumbling of the train came
upon them just as they had flred the well-dried
combustibles. The pile blazed up into the
night, throwing its red, swelling, beaming
light a long way up the track. In fifteen
minutes it w'ould begin to wane, and she could
not revive it with green wet wood.
The thunder of the train grew louder; it
was within five miles of the fire. Would
they see it in time? They might not put on
the brakes soon enough! Awful thought!
She tore her red flannel gown from her in a
moment, and, tying it on the end of a stick,
ran up the track, waving it in both hands,
while her daughter swung round her head a
blazing chair-post a little before. The lives
of a hundred unconscious passengers hung on
the issue of the next minute. The ground
trembled at the old woman’s feet. The great
red eye of the engine burst upon her as it
came round a curve. Like a huge, sharp
sighted lion coming suddenly upon a fire, it
sent forth a thrilling roar that filled all the
wild heights and ravines around. The train
was at full speed; but the brakemen wrestled
at their leverage with all the strength of des
peration. The wheels ground along on the
heated rails slower and slower, until the en
gine stopped at the decaying fire. It still
blazed enough to show them the beetling
edge of the black abyss into which the train
and all its passengers would have plunged,
and into a death and destruction too horrible
to think of, had it not been for the old
woman’s signal. They did not stop to thank
her first for the deliverance. The conductor
knelt down by the side of the engine, and
brakemen came and knelt down by him; all
the passengers came and knelt by them; and
there, in the expiring light of the burnt-out
pile, in the rain and wind, they thanked God
for the salvation of their lives. All in a line
the kneelers and prayers sent up into the dark
heavens such a midnight voice of thanks
giving as seldom, if ever, ascended from the
earth to Him who seeth in darkness as well
as in secret.
Kindness is the music of good-will to men;
and on this harp the smallest fingers may play
heaven’s sweetest tunes on earth.
—Elihu Burritt.
HINTS FOR THE PRAYER-MEETING.
“Lord, teach us how to pray,” was the pe
tition of the disciples; and the Lord gave
them a model, which shows the propriety of
having method in our prayers.
1. If you propose to pray or speak in the
meeting, where it is left to the brethren, you
need not wait for others because you are
younger or esteem yourself less qualified. It
will not be considered any want of modesty
in you if you should be first. This is one of
the occasions when the least may be first, and
the older and more experienced may properly
wait.
2. Let your prayer be short, especially if
there be a number to take a part.
3. And definite. You do not come to pray
for every thing at this time. “If two of you
agree as touching any thing, it shall be done.”
Observe the singleness of that prayer of the
disciples: “Thou, Lord, which knowest the
hearts of all men, show whether of these
two thou hast chosen.” The subject may be
appointed for the occasion, as at the monthly
concert; or some object maybe suggested; or
the portion of Scripture read may lead the
mind to some point. ,
4. Worship has its natural order. If you
pray first, you will naturally seek the prom
ised presence of the Lord Jesus; and the
closing prayer is somewhat summary. Both
of these may be short. Do not indulge in
much repetition.
5. It is not necessary that either of the
prayers should be brought to a close with any
considerable formula, referring to the finish
ing of our work on earth, and the close of life,
the end of the world, and the eternal future.
C. Do not pray for yourselves principally.
The Spirit of grace and supplication is poured
out on those who pray for others. It may be
that the prevalence of prayer at the Fulton
street prayer-meeting is due to their praying
there definitely for others rather than for
themselves.
7. You may direct your prayers often to the
Lord Jesus. His sympathy will warm your
heart. And he said of the Comforter, “ I
will send him unto you.”
8. Let the voice be natural, except that the
toue of it will be modified by solemn and
tender emotion.
9. Remember that the great qualification
for the services of the prayer-meeting is the
gift of the Holy Spirit, which you will do well
to seek before you go to the meeting.
He that hath tasted the bitterness of sin
will fear to commit it; and he that hath felt the
sweetness of mercy will fear to offend it.
The recurrence of the sleepy season is a re
minder that in one place Luther pictures one
of Satan’s emissaries as reporting to his
master thus: “For ten years I have tried to
get a Christian asleep. I have at last suc
ceeded and left him so.” “Then,” says Lu
ther, “the devil shouted, and the night-stars
of hell sang for joy.” It is high ti,me to
wake out of sleep.
Publishers’ Department.
Western Methodist Book Concern,
Atlanta Depository, .
HITCHCOCK & WALDEN, Aoknts.
No. 105 Whitehall-street,
ATLANTA, GEORGIA.
JW-All letters on business, orders of books, subscriptions
for the paper, ordering changes in tiie address of subscribers
or advertising, should be addressed to the Agents.
Eemittances must be made by Post-Office Money Orders,
Draft or Express. We tako no risif in currency by mail.
Orders for periodicals and books should be on separate
6hoets, each having the address, date, Conference and signa
ture of the writer. This arrangement saves delay and con
fusion. 36 ts
ALL CASH SUBSCRIBERS
To The Methodist Advocate or the Ladies’ Re
pository, whose money accompanies the order for
the periodical, will receive the premium engrav
ing. These will be sent out to the subscribers as
soon as published, and in the order in which the
names are entered on our cash list.
Hitchcock & Walden.
THE PREMIUM.
We have offered our historical steel en
graving of Mr. Wesley and all the bishops of
the Methodist Episcopal Church, as a Pre
mium for CASH SUBSCRIPTIONS, for
either The Methodist Advocate, Ladies'
Repository , Christian Apologist , or House
and Hearth. In answer to inquiries which
have been made, we state that orders hereaf
ter must be accompanied with the cash to se
cure the premium; and in no case will the en
graving he sent until the cash is received.
For reasons heretofore stated we advertised
that the picture would be awarded to all sub
scribers for whose periodicals the money
should be forwarded by the Ist of January.
In order to reach the end for which the pre
mium was otfered —that is, to encourage ad
vance payment—it is necessary that we now
adhere strictly to the terms of our proposi
tion, and we therefore announce that hereaf
ter an order must be accompanied with the
cash, to secure the engraving.
The artist who is engaged in executing the
steel-plate has been pushing it forward as
fast as practicable, but is delayed by sickness,
and will not be able to finish it quite as early
as was promised. We expected to begin
delivering the engraving the second week of
January, hut now apprehend it will not be
ready before the Ist of February. Due dili
gence is given to perfect the list of cash sub
scribers, and we will be careful to send the
premium to all who are entitled to it, iu the
order of their subscriptions. It will tako
several thousand to fill the orders already
received, and the number is being increased
daily, so that the time and labor involved in
preparing the packages for transmission will
occasion some delay after the engraving is
printed. We mention these facts that our
patrons who are to receive the premium will
patiently await its coming.
Our brethren, the pastors, have increased
their lists of subscribers, and the church is
rallying to the support of the periodicals
which she has authorized, and which conserve
all her connectional interests, and directly
aid all departments of her manifold work.
Hitchcock & Walden, Publishers.
BEREAN HELPS.
We call the attention of our readers to the
several aids furnished by our publishing house
to all students of the International Sunday-
School Lessons for 1873.
1. The Sunday-School Journal. Rich
notes and illustrations on the lessons by Eugene
Stock, of England, Prof, Whitney and Rev.
J. M. Freeman, of New York. Exceedingly
valuable aids. Price of Journal, 60 cents, or
in clubs of six and over to one address, 50
cents.
2. The Berean Lesson Leaf. Four
pages monthly. Only five cents a scholar for
the whole year. Or, if a book is preferred,
3. The Berean Question Book, 15 cents
each. Interleaved edition, 40 cents.
4. The Lesson Compend, containing con
densed comments from over seventy eminent
Biblical scholars. Collated by Prof. Whit
ney. Price, 50 cents.
5. Special Bible Lessons. A little cate
chism of sixteen pages, full of interesting
drills in the books of the Bible, Bible history,
Bible geography, etc.
6. The Leaf Cluster. Each page 28x36
inches in size. Six elegant wood-cuts every
quarter. Price, $3.00 a year, or 75 cents a
quarter.
7. The Picture Lesson Paper. A pic
torial gem. Unexcelled in America. Every
infant scholar should have it. 25 cents a year.
For a catalogue descriptive of these and
other appliances, address a note to Messrs.
Nelson & Phillips. 805 Broadway, New
York, or Hitchcock & Walden, Cincinnati,
0., or Chicago. 111.
Letters on Business.
We would most respectfully request—as we hare time and
again—that our agents and subscribers to the Methodist Ad
vocate address all Business Letters to the Publishers, and not
to the Editor. It will save delay, and your communications
will receive prompt attention. If you have matter which
you wish published in the Advocate, which comeß under the
supervision of the Editor, address your letters to him direct.
But if you want to order papers sent to subscribers, address
us, as orders must reach us before they can receive attention.
We want it distinctly understood that articles intended for
publication must not be written on Business Letters. If you
will persist in doing this, you must not expect to have yonr
communications published in the paper, as they will probably
be overlooked. HITCHCOCK & WALDEN, Agents.
feS~A\\ business letters should be addressed to the
Agents. Communications for Thb Methodist Advo
cate should be addressed to the Editor.
desiring a change in the post-office
address of their periodicals, or sending orders for
particular numbers of the Advocate, and for books,
or forwarding lists of subscribers, will please address
their letters to the Agents, not to the Editor.
TO THE PREACHERS.
Be careful, do not duplicate your list of subscribers.
In case you do so for any cause, state distinctly what
names have been sent previously. Failing to observe
the above directions leads to confusion and errors,
which can not be avoided.
Hitchcock & Walden, Agents.
Stationery.
In connection with our large and very complete stock of
Theological and Miscellaneous Books, we keep on hand a gen
eral assortment of articles In the Stationery Hue, comprising
Papers and Envelopes of every size, style, and quality, Blank
Memorandums, Blank Books, Visiting Cards, Gold Pens,
Steel Pens, and Lead Pencils of the best make. Also, a fine
line of Pocket Books, and Pocket Diaries, Photograph Al
bums, etc., any of which we can furnish at the very lowest
rates. To the trade, ministers, students, schools and colleges
we give liberal discounts. Send for price list.
We will seud one box (250 j white envelopes on receipt of
$1.25 free by mail.
We will send one-quarter ream of excellent Commercial
Note-paper, free of postage, for 75 cents.
Address HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
30— ts Atlanta, Ga.
Read Carefully. —Our customers will do
us a great favor when they order merchandise
to giye explicit directions how to send. The
Post-Office Department will not convey pack
ages by mail that weigh over four pounds.
Please bear this in mind. If you order books
that will weigh too heavy to send by mail,
postage prepaid, instruct us whether to send
by Express or Freight.
_ Hitchcock & Walden.
ENVELOPES.
FOR CHURCH COLLECTIONS.
We have constantly on hand a large stock
of Envelopes suitable for Church collection
purposes, and can supply them at $1.25 per
1,000, plain. We are prepared to print them
in any manner desired, and will charge ac
cording to the amount of matter required, but
always of the lowest market rates. Orders
are solicited, and will be attended to promptly.
Hitchcock & Walden.
Western Methodist Booh Concern , Cincinnati.
Almanacs for 1873.
Send in your orders before they are all gone.
Price, 10c. Usual discount to preachers.
Hitchcock & Walden, Publishers,
105 Whitehall-street,
ATLANTA, GA.
WHEN YOU WANT A FIRST-RATE NEW BOOK, go
or tend to our Bookstore, Powell's Block, Atlanta, Qa.
HITCHCOCK & WALDEN.
THE
LADIES’ REPOSITORY
For 1873.
The thirty-third volume of this long-established
religious and family magazine, whioh has won for
itself the appropriate title of
QUEEN OF MONTHLIES,
commenced with January, 1873. Only $3.50 per an
num. Each number of this splendid journal con
tains eighty superroyal octavo pages, double columns.
It is printed on the finest calendered paper, and each
month is embellished with two original
STEEL ENGRAVINGS,
executed in the best style of the art. For amount
and quality of reading matter, for mechanical execu
tion and illustrations, the Ladies’ Repository will
compare favorably with any other magazine pub
lished in the country.
The publishers propose the widest range and the
greatest variety possible in the literary matter of
the pages of this popular magazine: Essays, Dis
quisitions, Tales and Adventures from Real Life,
Biographical and Literary Sketches, Poems, and Pa
pers on subjects of practical value. The grave ques
tions of Science, History and Religion will not be
avoided, but will be discussed as fully as their im
portance demands and as our space will admit of.
THE CONSTANT AIM
will be to produce a magazine that shall meet all the
literary wants of all the members of the Christian
family, and especially a journal that every lady of
intelligence, culture, and with a taste for reading,
will regard a welcome visitor.
$3.50 Per Year, in Advance,
$1.75 for Six Months, in Advance.
Subscription to begin either with January or July.
Remit by postal money order, draft, or express.
HITCHCOCK k WALDEN, Publishers,
Cincinnati, Chicago, or St. Louis.
NOTICES OF THE PRESS.
“The Ladies' Repository should find a place in every family.”
“lu typographical neatness and brilliancy it stands unri
valed. Its literary contents are well calculated to refine the
taste and ennoble all the aims of life.”
“Freighted with choice literature, story, biography, essay,
poetry, and anecdote. It is entlollished with superb land
scape engravings.”
“We do not wonder at the popularity and circulation of
this work, considering its literary character, its instructive
ness, and its splendid typography.”
“As we glance along its pages and gather In its beautiful
thoughts, tiie conviction grows upon us that it is worthy of
its present extensive circulation, and even of greater."
“The prose articles are of a high order; and are designed
to improve the mind, morally as well intellectually ; and this
is what the world in general, and our country in particular,
needs.
GOLDEN HOURS.
1873. VOL. -V. 1873-
An illustrated Magazine for the
Boys and Girls.
Forty-eight large octavo pages monthly.
The reading matter is choice and varied, compris
ing Travels, Biography, Science, Natural History,
Sketches, Tales, etc., from a corps of able contributors,
many of whom rank among the most popular writers
for the young.
THE ILLUSTRATIONS
are numerous, and executed in good style. Besides
a beautiful frontispiece and other engravings, each
number contains articles that are appropriately il
lustrated, and thereby rendored additionally inter
esting.
The design is to furnish a sprightly and readable pe
riodical for the young folks, that shall be free from
every thing objectionable both iu the reading matter
and illustrations—one that the
MOST CAREFUL PARENTS
can place in tho hands of their ohildren without mis
givings.
$2 Per Year, in Advance,
Single Numbers, 20 Cents.
HITCHCOCK k WALDEN, Publishers,
Cincinnati, Chicago, or St. Louis.
NOTICES OF THE PRESS.
The following notices of tho Golden Hours indicato
the favor with which it is regarded by the press of
the country :
We know of no hotter periodical of its class.— Canada
Christian Advocate.
It is one of the very best periodicals for boys and girls pub
lished.—Michigan Argus.
A welcome visitor to the young people of the family.—
Wheeliny Intelligencer, W. Va.
It is neat, tasty, and, above all, purely good, and free from
the light and trashy.— Central Illiuuian.
It is one of tiie best magazines for the young that is pub
lished, and is nicely illustrated.— Jefferson Banner, Wis.
It is edited with very marked ability, and can not but be
come very popular with all who make its acquaintance.—
Marshall Times, lowa.
This magazine is one of the best published for the children.
It contains a great variety of most interesting reading mat
ter, all of a pure and elevating character.— Freeport Hews, 111.
We tako real pleasure in recommending this magazine to
parents for its purity, elevated tone, and strong religious
bearing. It is one of the bust for boys and gills.— Princeton
Republic, Wisconsin.
The Golden Hours grows better, brighter, and mote beauti
ful every month, and its coming is always hailed wlih de
light, not only by the children, hut by the old folks as well.
—Methodist Recorder, Pittsburg.
It is not dry nor prosy, but tho directions to tho highest
liviijg are mose definite and more prominent than in most
magazines for the young. W’e can heartily recommend it to
our readers.— Christian Freeman, Chicago.
It contains a wealtli of information and instruction for the
youth of the laud, and its readers should be numbered by the
thousands. It is beautifully illustrated, and the literary
matter is of the highest order.— Pella Blade, lowa.
It is in every respect one that the most careful and Judi
cious parents may feed entirely safe in admitting to their
homes. Its dress tho young folks will like. Its wood-cuts
are good and its contents wholesome.— Methodist Protestant,
Baltimore.
The illustrations and reading aro of the highest moral tone,
and we solicit for the Golden Hours a large circulation. To
our knowledge, there is no magazine so worthy of success,
now published, as tho Golden Hours. — Defiance Express, Ohio.
If every pastor, or some active lady of his congregation,
could he induced to show this beautiful magazine arouud,
there is not a neighborhood, we think, where a good list of
subscribers could not be secured. It is the best juvenile
monthly out, and our children and youth ought to he grati
fied by having it to read. — Methodist Home Journal, Phila.
THE BEREAN SERIES
FOR THE
SUNDAY-SCHOOL.
This popular series of requisites for Sunday
school officers, teachers and scholars is published
in the same form as for 1872, and comprises
THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL JOURNAL,
THE LESSON LEAF PAPER,
THE PICTURE LESSON,
THE LEAF CLUSTER.
The announcement of the International Bi
ble Lessons lias caused misapprehension, leading
some to think that anew series has been projected.
These are the Lessons agreed upon for 1878 by a
convention of representative Sunday-school work
ers, and they have been adopted as the course for
the Berean Series, as well as for several denom
inational Sunday-school publications, by which
means the schools of most of the leading denom
inations will be simultaneously studying the
same lesson.
The Berean Series for January
Has already been forwarded to all the schools
which have ordered it. Valuable as these requi
si!es have been found in the past, they will prove
to be even more valuable during the new year.
Order the Berean Series, and you get the Interna
tional Bible Lessons, with the Berean adaptation.
Price to Sunday-Schools:
Sunday-school Journal, in clubs of six or more,
50 cents each, per year.
The Lesson Leaf, 5 cents per year for each
scholar.
The Pichtre Lesson Paper, 25 cents per year for
each copy.
The Leaf Cluster, in quarterly parts, 75 cents
each, or $3 per year.
THEY ARE CHEAPI
$lO will purchase 10 Journals and 100 Lesson
Leaves for one year.
S2O will pay for 20 Journals and 200 Lesson
Leaves for one year.
Hitchcock & Walden, Publishers.
SEND A¥- SCHO OL AD VOCA TE.
SPECIAL NOTICE.
The Agents, for very satisfactory reasons,
have decided to postpone, for the present, the
publication of the Sunday-school Advocate as
a weekly. The paper will continue to be is
sued, as usual, semi-monthly —on the second
and fourth Saturdays of each month. Terms,
as heretofore, at the rate of Thirty Cents a
year for each subscriber. Payment to be
made strictly in advance.
RENEW! RENEW!
-A-IKT ORDER
For either The Methodist Advocate or the
Ladies’ Repository, at any time, if accompanied with
the cash, will secure to the subscriber the premium
steel engraving. Brethren who are still pushing
the canvass for the periodicals will please keep
this fact before the people. The engraving is a
premium for cash subscriptions, whether old or
new, and it matters not when the order is given,
if the money accompanies the same.
Hitchcock & Walden.
E. N. Freshman,
Special .Advertising Agent,
CI9O WEST FOURTH-BT.,
INOINNATI, U.,
Is our Exclusive Agont to receive Advertisements for Tiie
Methodist Advocate In that city. He has special arrange
ments with all Religious, Agricultural, and other newspapers
JOHN HOLLAND’S
GOLD PENS.
PENS- PENS-
No. 1, SIOO. No. 6, $2 00.
No. 2, $1 00. No. 7, #2 00.
No. 3, $1 26. No. 8, 83 00.
No. 4, $1 50. No. 9, 83 60.
No. 6, 81 75.
TELESCOPE GOLD PLATE WITH PEN—
No. 4, 82 60. I No. 7, 84 00.
No. 6, 83 25. I No. 8, 86 00.
Silver Extension Cases, with Pens and Pencils—
No. 1, 81 50. No- 6, 82 76.
No. 2, 81 50. No. 6, 83 25.
No. 3, $2 00. No. 7, $4 00.
No. 4, 82 25. No. 8, $5 00.
Oblique, or Spencerian—No. 0, $2 50.
No. 2 Pen and Pearl Holder, gold plate, In Morocoo
boxes, 83 60.
No. 2 Pen and Pearl Holder, gold plate, with slide, 83 70.
Rubber Desk Holders from 40 cents to 85 cents.
Plated Round Screw Pencil—#l 00.
“ Cable “ “ $1 25.
“ Enamel “ “ 81 25.
“ Silver “ “ 81 26.
Gold mounted Snakewood Pencil, 81 76.
PEN AND PICKS FOR RULING.
Small German Silver Mounted Ruling Pen and
Pick, $1 50.
Large German Silver Ruling Pen and Pick, $1 60.
Holland’s Patent Ruling Pen and Piok, $2 25.
Steel Ruling Pen and Piok, brass mounted, 76 cents.
Steel Ruling Pen and Pick, black handle, 60 cents.
JJFS' Leads for Pencils, any size at 15 cents per box.
For sale by HITCHCOCK k WALDEN,
105 Whitehall-street, Atlanta, Ga.
h Gold PENS.
/ \ HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
/ \ 105 Wliitehall-Bt.,
L jj, 4th door below Mltchell-street,
A||; i|. Have just received a fine lot of suporior
1 -k-1 Gold Pens
I I JOHA/ H I
1 . vful which they will sell at a small profit.
ft HOL LAN Dill
ft I jlj j CALL AT 105 WHITEIIALL-ST.,
I 111 I and see where you can buy the best
|| [ J BOOKS and STATIONERY
|l|| H To bo found In Atlanta.
ull_/aJI 1 105 Whitehall-street.
Best Sunday-School Music Book!
Unusual variety of Contents. The best of Authors.
The Golden Rule!
By S. W. STRAUB.
With contributions from many of the host authors of Sunday-
School Music in America, among which aro the following,
familiar to every Sabbath-School Scholar:
George F. Root, Wesley Martin,
J. B. Murray, D. W. Snider,
J. A. Butterfield, W. A. Ogden,
P. P. Bliss, J. W. Ruggles,
11. R. Palmer, Maria Straub,
D. LVon, N. B. Hollister,
and a host of others, forming the latest, best, and most at
tractive collection of Sabbath-School Songs ever published.
Especial Characteristics of the Golden Rule.
Iu no other book hitherto issued has there been, so large a
number of eminent song writers represented as will bo found
in THE GOLDEN RULE. Thus arises tfie~UN'USUAL VA
riety of its contents.
Sunday-Schools do not care to purchase over again songs
which they have already sung from other books. The music
in THE GOLDEN RULE is new, and prepared expressly
for it.
THE GOLDEN RULE contains songs such as will carry
with them permanent profit, as well as transient pleasure
and gratification.
. Every Sunday-School is interested in the
GOLDEN RULE. It will give satis
faction wherever used.
Price, bound in boards, 35 cents; $3.60 per dozen; $30.00
per hundred. For sale by
HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
105 Whitehall-Street, Atlanta, Ga.
Call at 105 Whitehall-street,
Before you purchase your Presents for tho Little Onus.
Rooks at 75 cents each:
Fighting the Whale, Fast in the Ice,
Away in the Wilderness, Mother Goose’s Melodies
85 cents each:
Pretty Stories for Boys, Little Fanny,
A Mother’s Gift, The Stony Road.
81 each:
Childhood of Little Alice, Donald Frasier,
7 Kings of the Seven Hills, Gavroche, Gamin of Paris,
Mary Leslie’s Trials, Lucy Forester’s Triumphs
$1.25 each:
Lenny, the Orphan, Wild Man of the West,
The Bear Hunters, American Family Robinson
Out in the World, Last Gladiatorial Show.
Afternoons with Grandma Witch Hill.
$1 75 each:
Swiss Family Robinson, The Arabian Nights,
Temptation and Triumph, Rosedale.
$2 each:
The Prince of the House of David,
The Pillar of Fire.
For sale by HITCHCOCK «fe WALDEN.
HISTORICAL SOUVENIRS
OF
MARTIN LUTHER.
By CHARLES W. HUBNER.
ATLANTA, GA.
RETAIL PRICE, ONE DOLLAR.
JSSSTUsuaI discount to the Trade.
Notice from the Atlanta Prut:
Like of Martin Luther, by Chas. W. Hubner.—
Wo have a oopy of this entertaining little volume,
written by our fellow-townsman, Mr. Chas. W. Hub
ner, and for salo by Hitohcook & Walden and Phillips
& Crew. The volume is an admirable and valuable
publication. It gives the Life of the celebrated Re
former in brief and convenient form, and will make
of ready access a biography of world-wide interest,
that heretofore has only been obtainable in large and
expensive shape, out of the common reader’s reach.
Mr. Hubner has woven a graceful and attractive
narrative. He is a writer of polish and force, and
the book bears marks of his care and skill.
Wo oommend it to our readers, and especially to
our young readers, who should be acquainted with
the details of tbe famous Luther’s career.— Atlanta
Constitution.
For sale by HITCHCOCK & WALDEN,
106 Whitehall-Street,
2—ts Atlanta, Ga.
HISTORICAL SOUVENIRS OF MARTIN LU
THER. By Chas. W. Hubner. Cincinnati: Hitch
cock A Walden. New York: Nelson & Phillips.
16mo. 155 pp. Price, sl.
No doubt many who have not time to read more
bulky and elaborate volumes will gladly avail them
selves of the help afforded by briefer and outline
sketches, such ns this volumo presents, to bocome
tolerably familiar with the chief events in the re
markable life of Martin Luther. There is no grander
character in modern times than Luthor, and none
whoso life and character ought to bo so well known
in every household. Books like this, multiplied by
scores, should be put into the hands of nil Protestant
youth. They would bo the best “tracts for the times"
to enlighten benighted Romnnists.— \Xuttrn Christian
Advocate.
“Historical Souvenirs of Martin Luther;”
By Charlfa W. Hubner, of Atlanta,
Is the title of anew work ju9t issued from the
press. We have not had an opportunity to give
it more than a cursory glance. Every thing,
however, relating to the life of this most re
markable man can not fail to interest the general
reader, without any reference to his peculiar re
ligious views.
This contribution to the literature of the coun
try is the more interesting to üb, from the fact
that it is the product of a Southern pen. We
hail with pleasure every effort in the “field of let
ters” put forth in the “land we love.”
This work is on sale at Phillips & Crew’s, in
this city. — A. H. Stephens, in Atlanta Daily Sun.
THE CROWN
OF SUNDAY-SCHOOL SONGS.
By L. 11. Dowlino.
The music in Tuk Crown consists of the choicest gems of
many of the best authors of Sunday-school Music In Amer
ica. Price, $3.60 per dozen. For sale by
HITCHCOCK & WALDEN.
105 Whitehall-street, Atlanta, Ga.
B. D. HOLCOMB, PRINTER.
