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Edited by Mrs. A. E. Van Valkenburg. Press Superintendent. W. C. T. U. Meeting one week from today in the f resbyterian church parlors. God is silently but surely sifting the American people into two classes - home defenders and saloon defenders. There are only two classes. To which do you belong? All liquor advertisements will hereafter be exeluded from the Boston daily "Standard." We hail this action of its publishers as a bright promisc of the near approach of the day when no reputable newspaper will aid the traffic by publishing such advertisements. We are continually met with the account of some one who uses his daily dram, and at iifty is hale and hearty. But walt, the end is not yet. The ehüd of such a father may be overborne by a weakened will, and die a drunkard. If we sow the wind, we must reap the whirlwind. The services in Westminster Abbey on the Sunday evening following the World's W. C. T. U. Convention were attended by a large number of white ribbon woruen seats having been reserved by order of tne Dean for the leaders of the different nations. The Bishop of Dover, preached a straightforward, earnest sermón, in which he advocated total abstinence and strong legal measures against the liquor traffic. He referred warmly to the great eonvocation of temperance women that had been holding meetings in London during the week, and which was represented in the historie old Abbey at this temperance gathering. He said there rere people who thought it witty to laugh at the temperance cause, but there was no cause more sacred. Dean Bradley read those conclusive verses of Paul, "If meat causes my brother to off end, I will eat no llesh while the world standeth." The anthem, "Cry aloud and spare not," sent a great wave of fresh young voices through the "dim mysterious aisles" of the venerable editice, which never before witnessed a service wherin the organi.ed undenominational work of women has been recognized. POLITICS AND RELIGIÓN. Politics is diurnal; religión is eternal. Poltitics bas ups and clowns; religión has no downs. Politics is discouraging; religión is everlasting sunshine. seeing which the regenérate soul cries, "God'sin his Heaven, all's right with the world." But all is not right with the world, nor will be. until politics and religión shall be the same thing. P olitics may not so much as touch religión with its finger, but religión must assimulate politics into itself, and to do that is the business of the church in the world. - John G. Wooley. THE TREE OF DEATH. A gentleman who visited Java has sent a very singular tree to his sister who resides in Savannah. It is called the tree of death. He says that the natives described to him that there waB a singular tree called the Kati Majah. lts breath would kill birds, and even human beings. One day when he was chasing a bird of paradise, he noticcd tbat it guddenly dropped to the ground, ander a tree. He examined the tree, and began himself to feel strangely, as the odors from lts leaves began to be inhaled by him. His head swam, and ringing sounds came to his ears, as though he were being chloroformed. He hastened away from it, but procured a specimen and sent it to America, which, it is said, is the first one transplanted in our soil. What a striking illustration this is of the tree of death which has been planted in our fair America by the distiller! It has leavés for the blighting of the nations I see, the young, the middle-aged, the old ohasing the birds of pleasure and then falling down beneath the dark shadow of this baleful tree, to die there, never to rise again. Would that we might lay the ax at the root of this tree!- liiv. E. S. Ufford, author of "Throw Out the Life Line."