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PUBLISHED WEEKLY BY HITOHCOOK & WALDEN, FOB THE METHODIST EPISCOPAL CHURCH, At Me. 110 Wfaitohall-Btreet. nsus: TWO DOLLARS A YEAR. TO BE PAID INVARIABLY IN ADVANCE. ALL TRAVELING PREACHERS OP THE METHODIST EPISCO PAL CHURCH ABE AUTHORIZED AGENTS. SUBSCRIPTIONS MUST CLOSE DEC. 30. Remittances must bo made uy P. O. Money-Order, Registered Letter, Draft, or by Express. The Mississippi Martyrs. Murder for Opinion’s Sake. [An Address delivered at Metropolitan Church, Washington, May 19, in commemora tion of the martyrdom of the Chisholm family, by Bishop Haven.] It is an instinct of man that funeral rites should accompany his body to its long home. The ancient heathen could not cross the Styx and reach the Elysian fields-if his body lacked the proper ceremonies of sepulture. However hasty the flight of the living, he must still Eause long enough to throw three andfuls of dust upon the corpse of his comrade, and pronounce a solemn hail and farewell. Otherwise that companion must wander a hundred years on the shaded side of the land of shades ere he finds repose an l bliss. What is instinct is also religion. Christianity lays a like necessity on its devotees and the peoples to whom it is the only religion, even when they are not its devotees. One shrinks less from the cremation fires than from the faithless and hopeless and riteless circumstances that at tend that act. No prayer, no word of sympathy, no hymn of consola tion, no hint of reunion accompany the dread burning. ’The ancient employers of this mode of burial were less irreverent. To the height of their religious knowledge they performed this sad service. In accordance with this race-hon ored cußtom,we come together to-day to engage in the solemn duties de manded by the dead, no less than by the living. We come to bury, not to praise. We come to satisfy the just longings of a widowed and child-rest heart, of a fatherless and sisterless family, that their dead may be decently buried. We come to scatter flowers from full hands on “a rare and radiant maiden,” on a brave and true man, on a sweet and loving lad. We come to bury the dead out of our sight by those ceremonies known and felt in all ages and lands as befitting these sad necessities of humanity. If the occasion leads further in its sugges tions, these suggestions do not create the occasiofi. A stricken family craves a funeral service. Shall it be refused? They have waited a year and, a dam lot, mifth services. Bball they continue to wait? Shall the wife and mother mourn with a bitterer mourning because no voice of prayer, no song of comfort, no word of Christian consolation has been uttered over her lost ones? ' Who of us can begrudge this little gift? Who of us shall say that such consecration is a desecration? Who shall complain that the Lord’s day and the Lord’s house are employed in this most Christian service? Let us with bowed hearts dwell under the shadow of this still present calamity. Let us stand around this, mourning Ilizpah, who lies prostrate before her dead, not sonß alone, but husband, and daughter, and son— that perfect trinity to woman’s heart—who has lain there, 10, these many months; who refuses to be comforted, not only because they are not, but also because, in every fiber of her soul, they are still unburied. Let us gather about these lads, who stand in manly silence before the graves of their household, the re vered father, the oldest brother, heir thereby in their consciousness to the headship of their own family and generation, and their adored sister, and who solemnly await the due rites of the Church over their beloved dead. May Ilizpah now find comfort, and the household ac cept these tributes as a proper burial! I shall not dwell upon the scene that rises before your eyes in all its horror. I dare not. My own feel ings cannot bear the Bight. A year ago, the 29th of last month, no hap pier family blossomed in all this land—in any land. The father and daughter had just returned from a journey to the North, where the mighty Niagara had been first seen by those young eyes, which dreamed not that they should look ere many weeks on a more deadly cataract, and be whelmed beneath its rushing torrents of madness and death. She had written a description of that trip only two days before the open ing of the fearful drama. They were exulting in the opened glory of the comiDg year—the soft, rich landscape, the blooming trees and fields, the music of the birds, every gayety of nature in its ecstacy of joy. How beautiful was that open ing landscape let that daughter’s words tell, written just a week be fore the fatal shot: “This afternoon brother and I mounted our horses and galloped away for a ride. We left the road about five miles from town, and took to the woods; and I would tell you how beautiful they looked if I could. The trees are all clothed in a soft and tender foliage, the leaves being about half grown. There are lovely flowers of every color and variety now in blossom along the creek. The beautiful yellow jessa mines meet across the stream, and clasp their soft, sweet blooms and tendrils togther, while the banks are gemmed with forget-me-nots,but tercups, wild violets, dogwood, and honeysuckle. 0,1 wish you could have been with ~us on our ride! YOL. X. NO. 24. then you would know how delight ful it was. Sweet, papa has just re turned from St. Louis.” What a pretty picture is this—the lad just budding into youth, the sister blossoming in maidenhood, knit together in the last ride on earth, amid the glories of a Southern Spring. “Sweet papa,” too, is in troduced thoughtlessly, but with sad significance, into the picture. Into that scene of loveliness in home and nature the destroyer came. On the fifteenth of the next month, a year ago last Wednesday, the grave has closed over three of that household, gone down in bloody winding clothes, unwept, unhonored, and un sung. No prayer, no sermon, no word of Christian strength and sym pathy was uttered at the darkened home, or at the grave’s, mouth. The stroke of fate was never swifter or sharper. “So swift treads sorrow on the heels of joy!” Had this violence happened at the hands of the red man, how the whole land would have rung with indignation, how fast would have flowed the tears of neighbors and of the nation, how intense the throb of sympathy, how earnest the prayers, how hot the righteous anger! But it was thou, mine equal, my guide, my acquaintance. We took sweet coun sel together, and walked- unto the house of God in company. It was those that had eaten bread from his hands that smote him unto the death—nay, it was the great, great Wrong behind, above, below, through these, which bore them on too wil lingly to the deed. To-day the only reparation meet is a public funeral where they fell, a public confession from those by whom they fell, a public monument testifying to their sorrow at the - event that bas made their country fearfully famous in all the world. Such lamentation and dedication will yet be made. If they or their children fail to do this holy duty, others will certainly do the same. It is the eternal law. A week ago, I rode by a granite statue, exquisitely carved, of a brave and beautiful woman. It was erected only a year or two since, and is in honor of Hannah Dustin, who, in 1698, nearly two hundred years ago, there showed extraordi nary valor in rescuing herself and children from savage captors.. The land has never let the memory of her courage die, and has at last molded in into enduring sh»pe. None the less will the same land re member the not inferior courage and faithfulness of Cornelia Jose phine Chisholm. Nay, it will the more remember, for this woman died for her love and devotion. She chose to die. Her “sweet papa” was in jeopardy—nay, was in the grip of death. Rather than fly from his side, she hastened unto it. She prepared for the defense of his life with amunition concealed about her person. She interposed to save him after her own face had been filled with wounds from shot that cleft the iron from the prison bars, and her arm had been shattered from wrist to shoulder as she covered his heart with its protecting embrace. She begged them to take her life and spare her “darling papa.” But all in vain. Theirs was the long in timacy of the oldest child and only daughter with the father, an inti macy the deepest that family ties can know, unless it be the corres ponding affection of the oldest child and only son with his mother, and this intimacy is less delicate and tender in its filial phases. They had made this depth of mutual de votion deeper and dearer by their Winter in Washington, and in Northern travel. They had clung together these many months of home separation, only now to show how they could die together. Brave and manly as were the father and son in that awful hour, they were exceeded in coolness of daring,in intensity of purpose, in readiness of resource, in earnestness of petition, in every element of high est humanhood by this frail girl of nineteen. Cornelia is a name that ranks high in Roman annals. Her boast of her sons as her jewels has shone her brightest jewel for more than twenty centuries. But this Cornelia excelled the earliest of her name. Her jewel was her passionate devotion to her father in this hour of death. That shall shine forever. No waste of time can dim its brightness. Immor tality will but increase its beauty and its worth. Josephine is a historic name. A proud and capable woman stands at the front of this century mastering the master of the world. Divorced and degraded, she rules him from her enforced’ se clusion. Those of her blood still sit on thrones and are heirs to im perial crowns. But this Josephine would be gladly welcomed by that illustrious lady as her peer in every quality of womanhood and manhood, for the highest traits of humanity met and mingled in one brief hour. On that morning she was a sim ple girl, “heart-whole” as she wrote loving, girlish things. In that hour she towered into an angel, princely and potent, glowing in the fires of death with the strength and glory of Beatrice in the upper circles of the heavens. Welcome to the undy ing names of mankind, be that of this worthy successor of the great Cornelia and Josephine. We* shall not enter upon the field that lies before your every thought. Why was this deed done, and what shall be the end of these things if allowed to go unrebuked of the Na tion, ye need not that I should teach you. Your hearts are inditing no pleasant, though perhaps it may prove a profitable matter. The sodden lamb, the unleavened cake, and the bitter herbs, made a useful meal to the thoughtful Israelite. He reflected on the hour when death reigned in every Egyptian house hold, and his own, by miracle, escaped. So may we sup on lenten food this hour, and find it nutritious to soul and spirit. The angel of death, not God-sent, but devil driven, hovers oyer much of our land, smiting with blood-strokes the victims of his cruel wrath. He has left your homes free, yet only for a season. If we allow MURDER FOR OPINION’S SAKE to be the law of one part of our land, it will soon be of all parts. Can one member suffer, and not all suffer with it? Can a leading citi zen and his family be set on and slain in Massachusetts for political causes, and peace and safety attend the ballot in Mississippi? No more can the reverse be true. The pres ent honeycombing of Pennsylvania with murder, which stern and unre lenting justice cannot abate; the communistic threatenings in Chicago and California; the bloody strikes along the Ohio; the tramp wander ing murderously over one-half of our Union, is the natural, the inevit able outcome of the unwillingness of the National Government to protect its citizens in the other half. The theory that State governments have such absolute control of life and death within their territories, that the nation cannot cross their boundaries to protect its citizens and punish their murderers, has brought us to this weak and miserable pass. We are affrighted at the shadow glower ing at our own hearthstone. In se cluded Vermont, in crowded Cincin nati, in remote Maine, in central Indiana, the same terror besets us by night, the same deadly danger by day. One Indian massacre arouses every part of the land, be it the Modocs of Oregon, or the Sioux of Minnesota, or the Utes of Colorado, or the Oamanches of Arizona, in dignation and wrath leap from end to end of the continent, and that, too, when no one dreams that the dread foe is to steal into Eastern homes and renew his horrors at Wyoming or Schenectady. But this deed has universal national ap plication. It proves universal na tional weakness; it breeds universal national disaster. A people that cannot protect itself is no people. It falls to pieces when it allows its members to be cut to pieces. [Ap plause.] Said a gentleman to me but yes terday, who had just returned from abroad: “The old world is ovaj governed; we, under - governed.” Nothing strikes one more forcibly on re-entering this land than THE LACK OF NATIONAL POWER over its own citizens. Unless a stronger government arises, we shall dissolve and disappear as a nation. We sigh for the verification of the seal of Massachusetts— : an uplifted arm holding a sword, which alone gives placid quiet undef liberty. We have taken the first step in verifying our right to exist as a nation on gigantic fields of strife by bloody and costly valor. We must carry forward and com plete this work in the national pro tection of every citizen in his every right. [Applause.] We must de fend freedom of speech and freedom of ballot, or we perish from the earth. To this coming perfection of na tional peace and power this sad event will contribute. This family group are martyrs to American equality of right, to the Declaration of Independence, and to the pream ble to the Constitution. It was for the cause of equal rights the father fought and the family fell. It was for the protection of every citizen at the polls; for true democracy— the government of the majority of the voters legally and fearlessly expressed; for the American.nation; for the rights of mankind, that this citizen of America, his brave son and braver daughter, laid down their lives. Their cries of agony and death shall never be forgotten, never below, never above. “Their moans The vales redouble to the hills, and they To Heaven.” Their forms will be wrought into marble, painted upon canvas, hon ored in prose and verse, held in high and higher remembrance as years and ages go by. The children of the fathetg so ignorantly slew them will build their sumptuous sepulchers. That lone and dread procession that thrice threaded the dismal path a score of miles—a feeble few, without minister or even sexton, to assist them, bearing the bloody dead, in jeopardy of life, as they pursued their mournful journey —will yet be changed into a solemn, penitential, but glad multitude of the citizens of the same county, with their wives and daughters and sons, gathering about that green spot, where they were thus buried, to make confession of their fathers’ transgression by such deeds of atone ment as marble, and eulogy, and ATLANTA. GA., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 12, 1878. prayer, and sermon are able to give. May those remains, now on their way to a safer resting-place, be re called, as were those of Dante’s, by the city of his birth, by those'still hostile fellow-citizens to the place of their birth, and death, and the name of that country, so dishonored now, by this act of penitence be restored to its former esteem. ' To the future, then, poor stricken wife and mother, poor fatherless and sisterless youth, to the future cast your wet but hopeful eyes, wet with joyful tears, tears for the dead beloved, joy that they died so glori ously, and won in one short hour im mortal fame. Had they not thusdied, the world had never known them. "Had they not thus died,liberty,equal ity, fraternity for all our land, and all its peoples, perhaps, had never b&m attained. There may be MANY ANOTHER BLOODY STEP ere that high table-land of humanity and America is reached. It may be that others, who now speak and hear, may be required, also, to make for their nation like holy sacrifice. In this city, where our greatest citizen gave his life for the life of the land, we can properly note the slow and bleeding feet of the martyrs to Christ and our country. May we, if called, be as willing and ready to follow Christ, and-these His disciples, for the per fection of the work of human regen eration. It may be that the whole nation will yet be compelled to wrestle in the sweat of this great agony for equal rights of all men,as it has had to wrestle for independence and for existence. It may be that Enceladus will yet arise , from under this mountain of permitted preju dice and hate in a manner at which all the world shall stand aghast—a Kemper county massacre in every hamlet of the land. It may be that we shall yet be compelled to cry out in bitterness of spirit: Ah, me I for the land that is gown With the harvest of despair! Where the burning cinders, blown From the lips of the overthrown, Enceladus, fill the air! God forbid that such a horror shall light upon our land! God will not forbid it if we let his children’s blood cry to Him from the ground. God did not forbid, could not forbid, Cain’s deluge washing out Cain’s sin. Yet if the deluge shall come, if the waters of death shall prevail even above the tops of the highest mountains, if the nation shall be wrapped in the flames of civil strife more dire than any we have yet felt, and our indifference to the fate of our brothers shall doom us to a worse suffering, out of it all shall the new earth come. The deluge shall pass away; the land of right eousnesness, of brotherliness, of Christ, without caste or violence, or hatred, or disloyalty, or murder, shall appear above the flood. And then will still gleam forth, nay will more brightly blaze, the fame of this just father, this bravo lad, this Cornelean jewel of filial maiden hood. Hope, then, sad hearts; hope and endure, and be patient. Pray for those who have despoiled your house of its home, its head, its heart. Pray for them by name, pray for them with all the heart. So will you be still one household, for thus prays your family in Heaven. In Christ they lived, for Christ they died, with Christ they dwell. Live ye in Christ in petition for the for giveness of your enemies, so that if spared the martyr’s fate, you may still rejoice in the martyr’s crown. For thus you shall win like honor from God, with those of your own flesh and blood that have gone up— yes, blessed be the [Lord, gone up, up, up, up, in human love and rev erence, in earthly fame, into heav enly seats, through great tribulation, and have washed their robes of blood, and made them white in the bloodier blood of the Lamb, who died for them as they died for Him, and will make them to reigfr' with Him in peace and bliss for ever and forever. How to Construct a Tele phone. Procure two pieces of tin spout ing, about nine inches long. Over one end of each glue parchment, or two thicknesses of very heavy writing-paper pasted together, and dry them near the fire or in the sun; pierce the centre of each parchment, when dry, with a pin; then through the hole made, run copper wire, about the thickness of an inch pin, and secure it by means of a cross piece of heavier wire. Fasten the two pieces of spouting to the wall, or table, or wherever desired, one at either end of the circuit of com munication, making them stationary, and leaving the open ends exposed so as to speak into them. Conduct the wire, from tin to tin, looping it up at intervals with a twine string, so as to keep it from touching wood or anything that may be a conductor. Draw as tight as possible, and fasten securely at either end. This, though a home-made tele phone has proved so successful that 1 can be called from my study, situated in the third story, by any one on the first floor. Through it even a whisper can be heard. The cost is but a trifle. — Rev. 0. O. McLean in Monthly Meuenyer. Advertise in the Methodist Advocate. A Plain Talk. Second Paper. BY REV. D. B. LAWTON. If the scanty support of the ministry affected the preacher’s physical comfort, and that of his family only, it were a small matter; but the evil effects as to his mind, his morals, his piety, and es pecially as to church and people, are tremendous and far-reaching. How can a minister throw his whole soul into his proper work, when he is constantly burdened to know how he is to feed and clothe his family? How can he pay his debts when the church is defrauding him every year and every month? How can he have that “charity that covers a multitude of sins” when he is the sub ject of injustice all the time? How can he be qualified to instruct the people without money to purchase and time to read the current news and controver sies? Even if a man begins his minis try with a collegiate education, he needs at least twenty-five to fifty dollars’ worth of periodicals and current litera ture each year, in order to let the peo ple know the state of the home and foreign church work, the condition of the heathen world, and meet the cavils of skepticism. The time has gone by, in most por tions of our work, when the people will take up with mere “humdrum” preach ing, or merely good pious talk that any pious old man or woman could give. There is. a portion of thinking people who want ideas, and can not be drawn to church to hear mere rant. Can we get qualified ministers to serve the church on starvation salaries, when their talents will secure a thousand dollars a year in other honorable call ings? I purposely passed by the Bible au thority for the support of the Gospel as too plain to need repeating here. If the apostles were sent out without purse or scrip to depend on the people for their support when they were endowed with a plenary inspiration and. miraculous powers, how much more do their suc cessors need this support, from whom these gifts are withheld I “Even so hath the Lord ordained.” “The laborer is worthy of his hire,” or wages. But my mind reverts to the injustioe done the ministry in withhold ing a competent support. I once was traveling along theline of the Erie canal, late in the Fall, after the close of navi gation. I saw by the roadside a poor horse trying to bite some short grass frori| under the frost and snow. I in quired of a man near by, “Whose horse is that?” He replied, “0, that is nobody’s horse. It is one of the canal horses that they saw it would not pay to Winter through, so they worked him hard and fed him scant, to the close of navigation, and then turned him loose on the commons to get his living as best he could or die.” A little distance from there was old Father S , of three-score years and ten, who had done eminent service in the itinerant ministry for a half a cen tury, rheumatic, driving, on a load of goods, in the rain and sleet, to earn something to keep soul and body to gether. That is the sample of thou sands. That is the way the church treats her clergy—works them hard and feeds them scant up into the winter of life, and when of no more use they are turned out on the commons to graze and die! Is this robbery? 'ls it idol atry? What do God and Paul say? The Question Before the Country, Two things have been made per fectly evident since the passage of the Potter resolution. One is that the action of the House is the be ginning of an attack upon the title of the President, and the other that the attack becomes necessarily the immediate and paramount question. This is inevitable, for the movement is one of revolution. It can settle nothing, but it can unsettle every thing. It is fatal to every industrial interest, and to the tranquillity and prosperity of the country, and of fers nothing whatever but prolonged excitement and agitation and pos sible civil commotion. Mr. Potter said that he meant no attack upon the Presidential title, but a resolu tion to that effect was voted down in the caucus, and the whole pro ceeding is a challenge to the coun try. The House has raised an issue that for the time supersedes every other. The question of attempting the removal of the President is made the issue of the Congressional elec tions as much as that of war or peace would be raised in England by a dissolution of Parliament. It is not of the slightest importance what personal interest may be para mount in the matter, and it is amus ing to see the morbid eagerness with which Mr. Tilden’s hand is supposed to be revealed by the course of events. Undoubtedly the movement has his approval, if it is not the re sult of his instigation. But it tran scends all personal considerations. It involves the peaceful acquiescence of the country in a constitutional settlement of a disputed Presiden tial election, and it is therefore a question not for passionate partisan appeal, but for patriotic union. The facts can not be too con stantly recited and remembered. The dispute that followed the elec tion of 1876 was irremediable ex cept by a common understanding between the two parties. This seemed to be hopeless, so inflamed was party fury, until, to the joy and relief of the country, the settlement of the question was left to the Elec toral Commission. That body did not assume to settle the right and wrong of the election, but deciding upon general principles what, acting with all the powers of Congress, it had a right to do, it awarded the Presidency to Mr. Hayes. Congress accepted its decision, and Mr.Hayes, with the assent of Congress, was constitutionally inaugurated. He is thus as much the constitutional President as any of his predecessors, and he can be removed only in the way that the Constitution author izes. No proceedings of a subse quent Congress, except in the form of impeachment, could constitution ally invalidate his title. But an in vestigation aiming to show frauds that vitiated the election could have no other effect, if successful, than to throw doubt upon the title. If that were the sole object sought, the re sult would be a public excitement and disturbance for no purpose what ever. If that were not the object, the only other possible intention would be Congressional refusal to recognize a President whose title, was declared by it to be invalid, and that would be naked revolution. This is the ultimate significance of the action taken by the House, and nothing is plainer than that it in volves the possibility of immense mischief. The universal feeling of good citizens every-where is that the question of the election of 1876 was happily settled by a common agreement, and that Congress should now take care that such a dispute shall not arise again. Instead of doing this plain duty, the House proposes to re-open that dispute, and does nothing whatever to pre vent its recurrence hereafter. It is evident, we say, that the re sults may be exceedingly grave. The power of party spirit is shown in the virtual unanimity of the ma jority, and in the refusal to allay public apprehension by the passage of a resolution declaring that the title should not be questioned. Yet even if such a resolution were passed, the spirit which unites the party in authorizing the investigation would push it to the next logical step. The appeal of the situation, therefore, is to the patriotic good sense of the country. It is for that to determine whether the question of a Presiden tial election once constitutionally set tled shall be re-opened except in the courts of law, and whether the Presi dential title is to be assailable by any party majority in Congress that may choose to attack it. It is sim ply silly to insist that the only ob ject of the present movement is to frauds were com mitted. There is certainly no need of proving that frauds were com mitted, if the only purpose be legis lation to dispose of the consequences of fraud hereafter. It is evident enough that fraud is possible, and that there is no present method of adjusting the consequent disputes that may arise. To provide this method is the duty of Congress, and not to endeavor to prove frauds which, if they are proved, can now be made “operative” upon the title of the President by action of Con gress only by revolution. This is an issue which has been raised by party action, but which must be met by patriotic union. The Presiden tial dispute of 1876 having been solemnly settled by the common consent of both parties in Congress, and by the ratification of Congress lawfully given, can not now be re opened by Congress under any pre tense, without the most dangerous disturbance of the Government and of the public mind, which is fatal to the confidence upon which a return to industrial activity and general prosperity depends. Should they carry the Autumn elections upon this programme of revolution, Con gress at its next session would hold that the country had sanctioned revolutionary action, and constitu tional liberty in the United States would be exposed to a severer strain than it has yet experienced. —•Harper's Weekly. The deception of Our Delegates. Two great Churches have been gratified by the manner in which Dr. Foss and Uon. W. Cumback were received by the General Con ference of the M. E. Church, South. All that has been done in the past for peace has been crystallized by the su preme authority of the Southern Church. The action from time to time has been up to the advance line. Conviction and judgement have out run feeling and prejudice. The best wishes of the best men have pre vailed. Thus fraternity has ad vanced officially as fast as its friends could hope, or as the facts would justify. Experienced men do not expect fraternity to carry a unanimous vote. That is more than the polity of the Church would carry in either body. Important features of our Church polity are antagonized by many among us. We believe fraternity would poll a larger vote in our Church than the limitation on the term of pastoral service. If some cry out against it and prophecy evil between the Churches, that need not seem strange. Such prophecies are common concerning every thing. So long as the action of the bodies in authority is in the right direction, the friends of peace have nothing to fear. WHOLE NO. 493. The Editorjof the Daily Advocate, in complimenting the speeches of our delegates, goes a little out of his way to suggest that there was not a word about the negro, which he interprets as a demonstration that the negro, is not “inevitable.” He seems to think that this omission is reason for thanksgiving, and com mendable in our delegates. Some may regard this as a doubt ful compliment, but we do not so in terpret it. Our delegates represent our colored brethren no less than our white. Every sentence spoken for the M. E. Church included every last colored minister and member. Unless our delegates made special ex ception of some classes of members, all were included. It is our fixed policy to treat and consider all our members alike. Every right claimed by one race can be claimed by any other. The treatment of the Church as a whole was all that our dele gates had any right to undertake. It occurs to one reading the above quotation from the Daily, to ask the editor, if Dr. Foss and his associate had the good taste not to project into their fraternal greetings obnoxious subjects, by what law of hospitality does he go out of his way to drag such subject into his commenda tions? Instead of proving that the negro is not a necessity, he proves that he is a necessity. Receiving him into our communion, we can afford to give him the liberty of a common classification. We will sug gest that a similar treatment by our Southern brethren will give alike quiet rest to the colored man and to the brother’s conscience. Some have asked why our dele gates did not refer to our staying in the South? The answer is evident. They desired to treat of living is sues. Our stay in the South is settled. Nothing but a revolution, that will make all Churches in the South either impossible or unneces sary, can open that question again. Matthew Arnold said: “There is that in things that makes for right eousness.” So we say that the elec tion of a fraternal editor to the Nash ville Advocate has in it that which makes for peace.—A. Y. Advocate. Unpraised Helpers. There are many people in the world who are doing much good, and who are unnoticed by the world and do it unconscious to themselves. They often stand in close relation to very active, conspicuous and useful people with whom their hum ble souls contrast themselves, to their own increase of despond ency. For instance, here is a woman, without any genius, who has a brilliant husband, a man distin guished in the councils of the nation, or the lecture forum, or in the pul pit, or at the bar; or a man perpetually increasing the area of known truth by his investigations, and enlarging the field of human intelligence by his publications. The good woman compares herself to this brilliant husband, and says, “Alas, I am doing nothing. What a sensation his last book made; it has gone far and wide; in many a household it is for comfort or in struction, but I have never written a line which can be of any benefit to any human being, unless it may have been in some of my poor let ters.” And so she depreciates herself and grows sad. In a church a humble layman may look up at the pulpit and see his pastor, as on a throne of power, when he is using the Word of God authoritatively, and is evidently swaying multitudes into paths of righteousness. The layman says to himself, “I can scarcely lead my family in prayer, so broken is my thought, and so lame is my lan guage. I very seldom have the courage to say a word in our prayer meetings. I seem to have no talent in the world but the talent for money-making. I can work down in my counting-house, and turn over and over dollar on dollar, and get richer and richer; but what is that compared with being rich in the souls one has brought to God in Je sus Christ?” And so he becomes discouraged. But let these good people look on the other side. First, take the case of the wife. Why is her husband so successful a man? Simply because he has not a particle of domestic care. His wife has raised his children so that not one of them has ever given him a pang. They are ensamples to the whole flock. He can say to his peo ple, “Follow my children as they follow Christ.” Everything is at peace at home. This could not have come to pass if the good wife had not assiduously employed her practical common-sense in looking after the domestic matters. Now let her remember that while she was cheapening groceries, patching little trowsers, darning her husband’s stockings, mending here, saving there, smoothing yonder, often when her own heart was tired and her hands weary, she was, in all these things, clearing the field for the ex ercise of her husband’s great ability. He could not have had half the power he wields, nor half the field he occupies, but for th 9 good wife’s good management. Half the glory of the crown which the Lord will give at the close of this ministry will belong to that good woman. Methodist advocate.— v omu Tkmth.—Has never missed a week or been an hour behind time. E. Q. Fuller, D.D., Editor. An official paper oi the Methodiat Episcopal 0 hurch. Circulation, 2,500. #2 a year, in advance. 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Land must be bought, and materials procured for the erec tion of ecclesiastical edifices; re pairs must be made; constant attend ance is required; and there must be some one who can furnish tbe pecun iary supplies. The pastor wants some members of his congregation who have, rather, financial ability, and whose engagements allow them to do something for the church. He must never have financial cares; he must never have to think how his own support is to come, how a church debt is to be paid, how money is to be raised for repairs. It is a vicious system which rolls any of this work upon the heart of the pastor. Every man that takes any portion off leaves the soul of his pastor more alert, his intellect more elastic, his heart more ardent for the special work of edifying the saints and of calling sinners to repentance. There is many a blessed pastor this day who has a good time preach ing the Gospel, and who may not himself know to what plain man of plodding, practical intellect he owes arrangements which make the finan cial affairs of his church run so smoothly as to relieve him of all care. But, when the crowns come to be distributed, then the Lord will remember the layman that had un circumeised lips, like Moses, and not forget his labor of love in that he labored for the saints. Let us not be betrayed into mis judgments or despondencies by the appearance of things; our main au dience is behind the scenes. Where there is one seeing us on earth, there are multitudes looking at us out of eternity. Little fames on earth are small indeed, but the glory of eternity is enduring.— Rev. Dr. Deems, in Frank Leslie's Sunday Magazine for June. SOMETIME. Sometime, when all life’s lessons have been learned, And sun and stars forevermore have set, The things which onr weak judgments here have spurned, The things o’er which we grieved with lashes wet, Will flash before us, out of life’s dark night, As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue; And we shall see how all God’s plans were right. And how what seemed reproof was love most true. And we shall Bee how, while we frown and sigh, God’s plans go on as best for you and me; How, when we called he heeded not our cry, Because his wisdom to the end could see. And e'en as prudent parents disallow Too much of sweet to craving babyhood, So God, perhaps, is keeping from us now Life’s sweetest things because it seemetb good. And if, sometimes, commingled with life’s wine, We And the wormwood and rebel and shrink, Be sure a wiser hand than yours or mine Pours out this portion for our lips to drink. And if some friend we love is lying low, Where human kisses can not reach his face, 0, do not blame the loving Father so, But wear your sorrow with obedient grace! And you shall shortly kuow that lengthened breath Is not the sweetest gift God sends his friend, And that, sometimes, the sable pall of death Conceals the fairest boon his love can send. If we could push ajar the gates of life, And stand within, and all God’s workings see, We could interpret all this doubt and strife, And for each mystery could find a key 1 But not to-day. Then be content, poor heart I God's plans like lilies pure and white unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart; Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. And if, through patient toil, we reach the land Where tired feet, with sandals loose may lest, When we shall clearly kuow and understand, I think that we shall say, "God knew tbs bestl’’ —Selevted. THE BENEFIT OF FLOWERS. It is a decided mistake to think that money expended in purchasing shrubs and plants is thrown away, but on the contrary, it is fre quently the most direct way to increase the pecuniary value of your estate. Well arranged lawns and gardens, with neat fences, and flowering vines clustering over the piazza, porch and windows, give such an air of refinement and beauty to your home, that it will often attract the passer by, and create in him a desire to possess it. Flowers and vines add a refine ment, all their own, to every home; and there is no gorgeous upholster ing, no rare draperies of velvet and lace, that can equal them in the adornment of our apartments. Just look at the window at which I sit. No lace curtains fall from gilded mouldings, but the brackets of imitation bronze are screwed into the sides of the window, and each one holds four or five pots, from which hang clustering branches of tradescantia and money • worth, while tall, shapely fuchsias lift their flower-covered heads in perfect loveliness,and bright hued geraniums contrast beautifully with their grace ful bells, and dark vined ivy leaves entwine about the walls and pictures, and on the window-sill stand pots of fragrant heliotropes, sweet tea roses, primroses and calla lilies, and a hanging basket, gay with va rious kinds of oxalis, is suspended from the center of the window. Can you not see how they enliven the room with their beauty and fragrance? Do you know how at tractive tHey make my little parlor? And yet they cost but a small sum; but “Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.” —Cor. of Country Gentleman. The question, “How many of you attribute your imprisonment to liq uor?” was asked the 110 prisoners in the Connecticut jail, and all but ten raised their hands.