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Out of the window in the night I sce by the city's watchf ui light, Wandering shapes of woe and want - Bhapes that the bitter mid night hannt. Safe I Ho by tho ftreaide warm, Lttppcd in comfort and kept from harni ; They are pining for food and nre, Turn wil) poverty'ii mad desire. I with the ewoets of earth am fed; Thcy go crying forbroken bread., I am guarded by love aod friends j In grief and inadness thcir pathway endB. Their ceaselees hoïtow f rigbts my RÏeep ; I thlnk of the hourn they wake and weep. They chili iny blood, and my heart dismay, And I cAiinot soften their thorny way. I think and long tïll my weary brain Tunis to itü flnal rent aRaïn, And I Uy my ht-art on Hi garment's hem, Who f ashioned dcf tly both clod and gem. Hls showere fall not from upper air, One drop here, and one drop therc, But down m a wlver rufth of rain On field and forest, on hill and plain. If long in heaven Hts love delayp, Hiding from man its wondroua waya, Well I know it will come at last, ■Vheu the little round of life ia past. Tho light that shine?, and the wind that blows, "Whero it listetb, and no man knowe Have their mesnage ; and want and woe On ÏÏÏ6 errands run to acd fro. In my thankful hrart Iíin goodnrjiB live, So I may take the grief He givee. Oh ! who in tnii world oould wake or rest Without the knowledge tbat God knows beat? -Bose 'Ferry Cooke, in Sunday School Ttméê, ■Vliat a Heathen Thonght. The origin of the soul of man is not to be found upon earth, for there is nothing ia the soul of a mixed or concrete nature, or that has any appearance of being iormed or made out of the earth, nothing even hurried, or airy, or fiery. For what is there in uatares of that kind which has the power of memory, understanding or thought? which can recollect the past, foresee the future, and comprehend the present? for these eapabilities are confined to divine beings, nor can we discover any source froni which men could derive them, but f rom God. - Cicero. l'rayer. Ohrist has conferred on prayer all power for good - to renovatc the weak, to heal the sick, to free f rom the power of evil spirits, to loosen the bonds of the innosent. It repels temptations, extinguishes persecntions, consoles the feeble-minfled, delights the magnanimous, guides travelers, stills the waves, nonrishes the poor, controls the rich, raises the fallen, props the falling, aDd preserves the standing. Prayer is the bulwark of faith; our arms and weapons against the adversary who waylays ns on every side. Therefore, never let us go about unarmed. - Tertullian. The Spirit of Self-Sacrlflce. The spirit of self-sacrifice is oue of the great beauties of holmes. Husband yielding to wife; wife to husband; brother to brother; sister to sister; friend to friend; in great things, but in small especially. First and foremost, see that the spirit is with yon at home; then carry it abroad into the world. It is a spirit that will sweeten happiness and brighten troubles; and, when the soul is reatly to wing its flight to its eternal home, it will have the unspeakable consolation of knowing that it has not lived to itself; that it has left the world happier and better in some degree than it found it; that it has been faithfnl I to its earthly mission. So will it listen with unutterable bliss to the seutence: " Well done, thou good and faithful serj vant; enter thon iuto the joy of thy Lord !" - Argony. Joy Bringers. Some men move through life as a band of music moves down the street, flinging out pleasnres on every side through the air to every one, far and near, that can listen. Some men fill the air with their presenee and swe 3tness, as orchards in Oetober days fill the air with perfume of the rip? fruit. Some women clingto their own houses, like the honeysuckle over the door, yet, like them, sweeten all the región with the subtle fragrance ; of t)eir gootlness. There are trees of I righteousness which are ever dropping ! precious fruit nroucd thcm. There are lives that shine like star-beams, or charra the heart like songs sung upon a holy day. How great a bounty and a blessing it is to hold the royal gifts of j the soul, so that they shall be music to ! some, and fragrance to others, and life to all ! It wotüd be no unworthy thing to live for, to make the power which we have within us the breath of other men's joy ; to eestter snnshine where only clouds and shadows reign; to fill the atmosphero where earth's weary ioilers must stand, with a brightness which they cannot créate for themselves, and which they long for, enjoy and nppreciate. - Christian Advocate. Sweetness of Secret Prayer. So, thcn, God biels you come often I from the noise and sfcrife and tumult of I iife, bids you to come even from the grandeur aud circumstanees of its public , icligious worship, and shut the door that ! you may pray to your Father in secret. It íb therc your tmest Iife is lived. It is tbere strength comes for the toil and weariness of Iife. lt needs not long for this; not long to gather round yon that sweet sense of fatherhood which shall make the whole day sacred, and your ; work a service to good. You kuow how, j before you start away in the ruorning to j your toil, you have only time, perhaps, for a loving word or two to your wife, and a hasty kiss for the little ones. Ent how much love you may put into tbose few words, aud wbat sweet memory those little kisses leave all the day long. And so a moment ór two of solemn speech with God, beford the groat tide of busy lifc flows in upon the soul, one short èlasp of th Father's hand, one quick glance into ffis hcly, loving eyes, will make the whole day sacred. We nced no loug prayers to briiig us the swect sonsü of God's fatherhood, the hidden secret communionof Him who is ever with us. I walk with njy friend through a bustling, crowded street, and, though I opeak no word to him, the close pressure of his hand upou my arm, from time to time, tells me all I want to kuow. TJio little child, too, holding my hand through a long Rummer walk; he looks np into my face now and theu. Look down into his, and in that look how much is said; what compact of trust and love, what bright aesurance that all is fair and calm and pleasant betwoen us. So a good man walks with God. - George Daivson. Yaccinating with Wax. Somo years ago, no the story goes, thero was a great furore raised in the noighborhood in which the physician resided abont small-pox, which was then raging fearfully at Ban Francisco, and perhaps other places in the State. Everybody dosired to be vaccinald that had not gone through with the operation, and those who had children were desiious to have them vaccinated also. People applied to the physician in question, and he sent to San Francisco for a quantity of pure vaccine matter. In the course of time it cnme to him inclosed in wax. He commeneed vacoinating, aud iu a short time hundredshad undergone the operatiou. Finally the vaccine matter was reaehed, and then the physician disco vered wby it was it had not takn on auy of his subjects. ' He looked at the matter and smellod it, and then said : " Cocfouud it, the matter is rotten ; I know now why it didn't take." He threw it away. He had j vaccinated all Jiis eubject.s with wax. - San Juan (Cal.) Timen. Whioe "Mignon" was being performed in Cinciuuati the tenor rushed into the buining build'iig to bring out the girl, bat not returniug immediately the ftalwart barytone went to his anee, and soon returned with the fair burden, the tenor following meekly behind. Boze was too heavy for Torn Karl. __