and thin; yet the heart, the wellspring of life, is young and filled with love for all. And now, having almost finished the space of time allotted to mortals, her mind takes her back to her youthful days and she lives them all over again.

Dear grandmother! old and yet young. Blessings be upon you! Many the years you have walked the earth with us, many the deserts you have passed through, many the oases at which you have tarried; yet, as you pass down the descent leading to death's gate, gradually approaching fields that lie beyond, may green you still tarry by the with us, way for whom the end seems now far distant.

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And when, at last, you reach the river's bank, and, with trusting heart, look over the water, beyond which lies the "Beautiful City," may you hear the sweet voice of the Master, welcoming you to your eternal rest.

ASPIRATIONS FOR THE INVISIBLE WORLD

All along the way of life, we have premonitions of this coming future. Our very struggles, our sorrows and yearnings, are so many indications of that coming state. The tears that men shed, if they be of ungodly sorrow, are of no moral moment; but jewels every one, if they are symbols of unrest which the inward life experiences by reason of the imperfection of the outward life. In this state we groan being burdened, the apostle said, not that we would be unclothed but clothed upon. We groan not so

much because we are discontented with the allotments of God's providence here, but because he has given us a conception of things hereafter so much better, that our aspirations rise above the present, with longing for the future. It is not so much discontent as aspiration. There

is high meaning in these yearnings of the soul. The summer is passing; the autumn is coming; birds are gathering; they meditate a far distant flight. And shall the soul have no sense of migration? There come to God's children hours of transfiguration, in which the heavens are opened, the ground is suffuced with glory, and Christ, our Head and Saviour, shines out royally before us. And these momentary glances into the invisible world are the most

precious part of a man's life.-Rev. H. W. Beecher.

TO OUR BOYS.

You are boys, now, but you will soon be men. Then you will have your own way to make in the world. Do you mean to be idle and fretful, and deceive people, and give them a bad opinion of you? Or do you intend to go to work, and act bravely and nobly, and do your duty, and leave a name behind you when you die which the world will love and respect?

Take care-now is the time! Did you ever notice a large tree that grew crooked, and was an ugly eyesore on that account? Perhaps it stood on the lawn, right in the front of the porch, and your father would have liked very much indeed to straighten it. It was simply impossible to do so. A hundred horses could not have drawn it erect.

And yet think of the time when the large tree was a small sapling ; a child could have straightened it then, and it would have grown properly, and every one would have admired it.

By this I mean that boys and girls ought to grow straight, not crooked. You are young now, as the tree was once. Begin in time, and you will be as straight as an arrow when you are a man. If you wait, it will be

too late.

The way to make men erect and noble is to take them when they are boys, and show them that there is nothing in this world so noble as doing their duty.

Once more I say, remember that though you are boys now, you will be men soon. You may do good or evil. If you are false and worthless, you and everybody else will have a hard time of it.

GRATITUDE.

Gratitude to God for the numerous blessings which he has been daily bestowing upon us, ever since we had a being, and also gratitude to our fellow men, who by acts of kindness are justly entitled to our gratitude, is not only a pleasing emotion of the mind, but also a profitable one.

In more ways than one, is the ex. ercise of this virtue a profitable one. In the first place, it brings enjoyment; and the expression of this feeling to others serves to create in them respect and good will toward the object of our gratitude; being also well pleasing in the sight both of God and man, it well be con. may sidered a security for future blessings. Who does not love to bestow favors on the grateful man? And who, on the contrary, except the truly disinterested Christian, does like to do good to the ungrateful? Do we not daily witness instances of the different manner in which favors are received by those around us? while some express their gratitude in looks, words and actions, others appear indifferent to the source from which their good things come, and think only of the gratification of selfish enjoyment.

Far be it from us to envy such enjoyment! No, indeed; we do not envy, but would pity the selfish man, did we consider him worthy of our

Laura Veratti, born at Bologna, Italy, in 1711, studied the languages, and then went through a thorough course of metaphysics and philoso. phy. She found no trouble in gain. ing the doctor's degree in the University of Bologna, and was finally elected by its senate to be a public lecturer, in which high position she was honored and loved. Donna Morandi, distinguished as the inventor of the anatomical preparations in wax, which superseded clumsy wooden figures, was in 1758 elected to the anatomical chair of the leading medical institute of her country. Maria Agnesi, born in Milan, 1718, geometrician, could fill her father's chair in the college when he was ill, and write analytical treatises which have been translated into all languages. All these women, and many more that could be named, found that the wand of real power could transform the granite walls seemingly so hard around woman, into thin and yield. ing mist. "The stone that is fit for the wall is not left in the way."— Englishwoman's Journal.

"THE NINETY-AND-NINE."

On the Aletsch Glacier I saw a strange and beautiful sight-the parable of the "Ninety-and-nine reacted to the letter. One day we were making our way with ice-axe and alpenstock down the glacier, when we observed a flock of sheep following their shepherds over the intricate windings between the crevasses, and so passing from the pastures on the

one side of the glacier to the pastures on the other. The flock had numbered two hundred all told. But on the way one sheep had got lost. One of the shepherds, in his German patois, appealed to us if we had seen it. Fortunately, one of our party had a field-glass. With its aid we discovered the lost sheep far up amid a tangle of brushwood, on the rocky mountain side. It was beautiful to see how the shepherd, without a word, left his hundred and ninetynine sheep out on the glacier waste, (knowing they would stand there perfectly still and safe,) and went clambering back after the lost sheep until he found it. And he actually put it on his shoulder and "returned rejoicing," Here was our Lord's parable enacted before our eyes; though the shepherd was all unconscious of it. And it brought our Lord's teaching

home to us with a vividness which none can realize but those who saw the incident. Christian Intelligencer.

"THERE'S LIGHT BEYOND."

"When in Maderia," writes a traveler, "I set off one morning to reach the summit of a mountain to gaze upon the distant scene and enjoy the balmy air. I had a guide with me, and we had with difficulty ascended some two thousand feet, when a thick mist was seen descend

ing upon us, quite obscuring the whole face of the heavens. I thought I had no hope left but at once to retrace our steps, or to be lost; but as the cloud came nearer and darkness overshadowed me, my guide ran before me, penetrating the mist, and calling to me ever and anon, saying, "Press on, master-press on-there's light beyond!" I did press on. In a few minutes the mist was passed, and I gazed upon a scene of trans

cendent beauty. All was bright and cloudless above, and beneath was the almost level mist, concealing the world below me, and glistening in the rays of the sun like a field of untrodden snow. There was nothing at that moment between me and the heavens."

O ye, over whom the clouds are gathering, or who have sat beneath the shadow, be not dismayed if they rise before you. Press on-There is light beyond!

THE BLOSSOMS AND THE LEAVES. When the blossoms fell off in May and remained withered and pale, the leaves raised their voices. These weak, useless things, though just born, fall already to the ground. See how we stand firm and survive the summer's heat, even growing fatter and broader and brighter, until, af ter long months of service, with brilliant colors and under salute of the storm of artillery, we go to rest. But the fallen blossoms said, "gladly we fall, after we have brought forth the fruit." Ye still, unnoted, and quickly vanishing ones in lowly dwellings, in humble stalls, uncared for in high places-ye noble well-doers without name in history, be not ashamed at the pomp of rulers and palaces, at the triumphal arches over the victims of battle, be not ashamed-ye are the blossoms.-Jean Paul.

PERSEVERANCE. In the afternoon of that bloody day of Waterloo, as Wellington threw himself into one of the hollow squares of infantry he observed to the officers, "This is hard pounding, gentlemen, but we will pound the longest." Again he remarked, "Three times I have saved this day by perseverance.'

NEVER speak evil of any one.

A WISE man's day is worth a fool's life.-Arabic.

IN doing good to others there is an enjoyment of which the sordid, selfish man knows nothing.

HUMAN things must be known to be loved; but divine things must be loved to be known.- Pascal.

TIME will discover everything to posterity; it is a babbler, and speaks even when no questions are put.— Euripides.

A MEMORY without a blot or contaminatian must be an exquisite treasure, an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment.-Charlotte Bronte.

THE power to hate truly what is evil must be involved in the power to love truly what is good, and must, indeed, usually precedes the growth of the highest kind of love.--New

man.

THERE is one peculiar imperfection

A LITTLE boy being asked in Sunday school "What is the chief end of man?" answered, "The end that's got the head on."

A LADY asked her doctor if he did not think the small bonnets the ladies wore had a tendency to produce congestion of the brain. Oh! no," replied the doctor. "Women who have brains don't wear them."

AN Irishman, who had been reduced to a mere shadow, by severe illness, was asked by his physician what he thought of a future state. "Ah, doctor, it makes no difference

WE content ourselves to present to thinking minds the original seeds from whence spring vast fields of new thought, that may be further cultivated, beautified, and enlarged. -Chevalier Ramsey.

IF temperance is good for the white man it is good for the red man. When I visited the white man's country I saw where fire-water was made. It passed through a coiling pipe they called a worm. It then gets a habit of turning so much that it turns the heads of those who drink it.-Prairie Wolf.

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THE NEW FOUNDATION. Other foundation can no man lay than that is laid, which is Jesus Christ (1 Cor. 3:11). was St. Paul's declaration concerning the foundation of Christianity. He speaks of Christ as the author and finisher of our faith. Heb. 12: 2. But the wise men of modern times imagine they know a great deal more than he did. Indeed it is really wonderful how much they imagine they know. To read their statements, we should suppose that revelations from God, of more importance to us than those given through Christ and his apostles, were as common to them, as bread and milk used to be to us for food, in our childhood.

One of these extremely wise men has recently said, "I feel that the only hope of our church is in keeping pace with the ever bursting visions of knowledge, where revelations as deep and glorious as ever blessed any age are flashing like sunlight upon us." Just what this strain of gush means, we do not know, and what new fad these wise men will adopt it is hard to tell. But we think that it is safe to expect that wherever the ultra Unitar

ians lead, they will follow, for they follow them as closely as a dog would follow his

master.

And the so-called path of progress, along which our few extremely wise men may be expected to go, is outlined by a writer, in the issue of Unity, for April 13th. He says, "A church which shall be able to stand firm amidst the storms of modern thought, must surely rest on deeper and better foundations than the Christ of history." Just what this new foundation is to be, or by whom it is to be laid, we are not told, and we have no means of knowing. But when it is laid, it will in all probability be remarkable for its culture and progress.

It is related that when the leaders of the French Revolution became convinced that their efforts to found a stable government without a religion, must fail, they went to Talleyrand for advice, as to how they should proceed to found a new religion. That wily diplomatist said, "Jesus Christ died upon a cross, in order to found his religion, and you ought to be willing to do as much." We sincerely hope that our advanced brothers, to whom the historic Christ is not a satisfactory foundation, will follow the French statesman's advice.

THE JOHNSTOWN DISASTER. The most terrible disaster that has happened in America, and one of the most appalling calamities of modern times in any country, is that at Johnstown, Pa., in the valley of the Conemaugh, Friday, May 31. At about,4 o'clock on that evening, the huge artificial lake or reservoir in the Allegheny mountains, about eight