Rensselaer Republican, Volume 23, Number 20, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 15 January 1891 — Page 2

THE MASTER OF THE MINE.

By Robert Buchanan.

rri CHAPTER Xll— cojmxoKD. While the men stood hesitating, the mists rose ail round the ship, and we saw, to our amazement, that a stir was taking place upon her decks. Yes; there could be no doubt of the fact; a boat was preparing’ to leave her sides, and. freighted with human beings, push away for the shore. Never shall I forget that sight Just in the lee of the crippled vessel, under the cloud of white smoke which rose for a moment high above her remaining mast there was a heaving patch where the boat could float in safety; but beyond it and nearer to us, the waves rose again in awful crested billows whirling end swirling toward the shore. Seen from our point of vantage the boat seemed a mere cockle-shell; but we saw the tiny specks crowding into it while the broken water streamed like milk over the vessel's deck and down h er thor ward sides. ••God help them!” I cried aloud,and more than one voice echoed my prayer. The boat pushed off. The underswell caught her and rushed her along at lightning speed, and in a few mo, snents she reached the broken water, .There tho wind seemed to smite her sidelong, and she was buried instantaneously in the trough of the sea. 4iut she reappeared, half-smothered in isurf and flying foam, then we saw, rapidly approaching her, a mountainout and awful wave. « The little boat, as if it were a living thing, 6eemed to see it too. and to ■struggle to escape. Sick with horror. I covered my eyes; I could not look. Then I heard a deep groan from the men around me. and looked again. The boat had gono, never to reappear. The mighty wave had broken and was roaring shoreward, and amid its foam I saw, or seemed to see, shapes that struggled, sank and died. “Man the lifeboat!" I cried, “Quick, lads, follow me!" My UD«le gripped me by the arm. “Too late, lad! There’s neer a soul to save aboard." “Look yonder!" I answered, pointing seaward, i ‘There are living men on the deck still, and in the rigging. Come!" The lads, who were English born and had their hearts tn the right places, responded with a cheer, and down the path we rushed till we reached the shore. Entering the boathouse we soon had the boat baled and ready for launching, when I first realized, to my dismay, that we were short-handed, several of my best men being away. But two strong lads from the mine volunteered, and my uncle made a third, and so we made a crew. To every man I gave a cork life-belt, and tied one on myself. Then, taking my place in the stern, I urged on nay men, as with shouts and yells, scarcely beard amid the roar of water, they ran the boat into the creek. 7- Each man knew his place. They urged the boat, bow forward, into the surge, and waded with it, those the furthest from the shore wading breastdeep in the waves. Thrice we were Deaton back, and I thought the boat would have been dashed to pieces on the beach, but at last she floated, the jDhrs smote the boiling surge, and we crept out to sea. ; Once fairly afloat; we realized for the first time the strength and fury of the storm. Clouds of flying foam covered us. the strong seas caught the oars and almost them from our grasp, and tor a time we scarcely seemed to gain a foot of way. But the lads put cut their strength, and sheer muscle and hell, heroic will conquering at last, the lifeboat left the shore. And now I alone, standing in the •tern sheets, with the steering oar in toy hand, could see what mountainous •oas we had to pass before we could reach the doomed vessel, which was ®ow scarcely discernible through the sheet of low-flying spray. As some great wave came hear, curling high above us. I cheered on the men, and we met it with a shock like thunder and a rattle of every plank of which the boat was made. More than once the seas made a clean breach over us, but the air tight compartments and cushions of cork kept us from actually foundering. On we went, with the light of the kindling east turning from red to reddish gold behind us, and the mists, struck by the new radiance, thinning to seaward; and so, after a fierce tussle with wind and water, we came in full sight of the doomed vessel. Stuck fast on the cruel reef, her back broken, she was struggling like a crippled bird - lying over, with her decks and funnel inclined towards the chore, and quivering through. and through with every blow of the strong metallic waves A pillar of smoky foam, ever vanishing, ever renewed, hung over her in the air, and from time to time the waters foamed over tier weather side, and streamed over the splitting decks.

At first I could discern no sign of life, but as we drew nearer and nearer. I saw one or two figures clinging in the rigging, from which many of their omrades had doubtless been washed •way. They saw us coming, for one <>f them waved something white. “Pull for your lives!” I cried. ••There are men aboard!” The lads answered me with a cheer, •nd the boat shot forward to the steady sweep of their united oars till fwe were within a hundred yards of the steamer. Then I saw a sight which filled all my soul with fear and pity. Lashed (to. or clinging to. the mainmast, was the so’ltary figure of a woman. I knew her sex by the wild hair failing -over her shoulders, and the curio at

feminine grace of her form, visible through a dark cloak that had been thrown hastily upon her shoulders; hut her head was drooping and her face hidden, and she did not seem con* scious of what was taking place. - I told the men that a woman was there, and though, they needed no new incentive to give them strength, their faces grew mere animated, and I knew they would have faced fire as well as water in such a cause. In a few minutes more we were close at hand, rising and falling on the white surge in the vessel’s lee. Then the woman raised her head and looked in our direction. The men saw her and gave another cheer; blit'l—l could have swooned away in consternation. My head went round. I looked again and again. Either I was mad, or dreaming, or the face 1 gazed upon was that of the love of my boyhood—Madeline Graham! CHAPTER XIII. UADELIXa GKAHA.M. Yes; I knew her in a moment The lurid light of the tempestuous morning ehono full upon her face, and on the clinging dress and cloak, which more exposed than hid her lovely form. Her eyes were wildly fixed, her face pale as death; hut in her features thero was a splendid self-posses-sion far removed from common fear. — Though so many years Bad passed since we last met, she was still the same; only taller and more womanly, and even more strangely beautiful than when she had first shed love and rapture on my boyish heart She was fastened to the mast by a rope. Her feet were bare, and I saw, to my horror, that all she wore save the great fur cloak was a night dress of white cotton, reaching to her feet. Her hair fell over her shoulders in loose and dripping folds, descending almost to her waist. Peering more closely, I perceived that her Ups were blue, and her form shivering with cold;indeed, it was a miracle that she had not perished in the chill of that cruel night From that moment I saw nothing but that one figure; all others were blurred and practically unseen. In my wild amazement and eagerness to reach her, 1 could have sprung into the tossing waves. The vessel lay sidelong, her decks turned toward the shore; and the fierce billows, striking her seaward sides, broke with a thunderous roar and a cloud of spray, and then came surging down the slippery decks in a thin sheetj of foam, boiling round the naked feet of the solitary maiden. We hung off for a minute, to lei one great sea go by; then we swept alongside. What followed was more like a dream than waking reality. But with an eager cry I leaped upon the deck, and staggered up towards Madeline Graham. Twice I slipped to my knees, and was driven back and bruised against the bulwarks; but the third time I sue, ceeded. and reaching her side, clung to the mast and gazed into her face. “Madeline!” I cried. Her eyes met mine, but she gave no sign of recognition, It was clear that what I remembered so vividly she had utterly forgotten. Drawing my clasp-knife, I out her free, and put my arms around her to bear her back to the boat. The decks rocked and split beneath us; she clung to me as if in terror. Then I watched my chance and, raising her bodily in my arms, carried her to the vessel’s side, and handed her to the men. I was about to follow her, when I was attracted by a wild Bcream and, turning, I perceived the figure of another woman crawling on the deck, close to the companion. She was dark complexioned like a mulatto, and almost naked. Without a moment’s hesitation I ran to her. and half lifted, half half dragged her to the vessel’s side. I now perceived that we had saved in, addition to the two women, two white seamen and a black man who afterwards turned out to be the ship’s cook. I clung to the bulwarks and looked around, searching forany other signs of life. “Come, lad, come!" cried my uncle; ••quick! the ship’s breaking up!” I looked at the strange sailors who sat shivering in the bottom of the lifeboat “Are there no souls aboard?” I cried. “Not one," they answered. All the rest had perished in the longboat in the fatal attempt to reach the shore. There was not a moment to be lost The vessel was evidently doomed and every shock of the sea threatened to complete the work of destruction. The black funnel, almost wrenched out of the bursting decks, was leaning over terribly, and threatening every moment to crush down bodily and destroy the lifeboat.

I leaped in and scrambled to my place in the stern. On the seat close i by me was Madeline, her eyes half closed, her head resting on the gunnel, and at her feet was the colored woman, moaning and crying. It was but the work of a moment to strip off my pilot coat and wrap it round Madeline's half-naked limbs; but while I did so the men cried out impatiently and pushed off. “Give way. lads!” I cried. “Now, pull pull for your lives!”

Away we went through the surging sea. Not a moment too soon did we leave the vessel, for ere we were thirty yards away the decks were rent asunder, and the huge funnel toppled over and fell like a battering ram upon the bulwarks, which broke like tinder beneath the blow. With wind and sea to urge us on we flew shoreward, and the strength of the men was needed rather to break than to increase our lightning speed. Again and again the great seas rose behind and threatened to engulf us.

while, gripping the steering bar, 1 watched them and guided the brave beat. At last we approached the shore, and saw a great crowd waiting upon the shingle and swarming upon the cliff. Tossing like a cork upon the waters, we waited our chanee, and then, after one huge wave had spent itself, and there was a momentary surcease of the water's power, I headed the boat’s bow for the ereek and we rowed in.. As the keel struck the sands a dozen men rushed in waisudeep to sieze the boat; our men joined them, and then, with a long pull, a strong pull, and a great ringing cheer, the boht was hauled high and dry, and we were safe. My first thought was of Madeline. I lifted her out in my 6trong arms and carried her into the shelter of the boat-house. Her face and hands were cold as ice. and she was still swooning. I called out for brandy, and, thank God! a man handed me a full, flask. Supporting her head upon my shoulders, 1 moistened her lips with raw spirit, and once more, in*my wild anxiety, I breathed her name. Once more she opened her eyes and looked upon me; still there was po sign whatever of recognition. She looked wildly round her, saw the rough but kindly faces on every side, and murmured: ‘•Where am I? Who calls me?" “You are quite safe,” I cried, “safe and among friends.”

Again she looked up into my face, as if stupefied. I held the flask to her lips and she seemed to swallow a little; then a shudder ran through her frame, and she released herself from my hold- ” ' I placed her on one of the wooden seats, and bent over, tenderly watching her. Gradually I saw the color come back to her cheeks, but very faintly. •‘Anith, ” she murmured, and looked around as if seeking some one. The rough .fellows clustering in the boat-house murmured sympaihiziugly, and whispered encomiums on her beauty passed from mouth to mouth. And indeed 6he looked strangely lovely, evon in her desolation, her eyes brightening, her color coming and going, her hair streaming over her shoulders, her neck and arms and feet os white as as driven snow! As her strength and consciousness returned, a new awe fell upon me, and 1 stood timidly watching her. She gazed at me again. •Now I understand.” she said. “Tell me of the others, are they saved?” I told her the truth, and again she shuddered, half closing her eyes as if to shut out the picture of the horrors of the wreck. At that moment some of the lifeboat’s men appeared, leading with them the colored woman, who, the instant she saw Madeline, sprang i toward her and knelt by her side, hysterically sobbing and kissing her hands. Madeline bent over and addressed her in some foreign tongue—Portuguese I afterwards discovered. She answered volubly in the same speech, I suspected the truth, that this black girl was an attendant or waiting-maid of some sort, and that Madeline was her mistress. Turning to one of tho rescued sailors who had now approached and was phlegmatically chewing a quid as if he had just been comfortably landed from a passing boat, I questioned him concerning the lost vessel. She was a large trading steamer, he said, bound from Demerara to the port of London; her name, tho Valparaiso; her captain, one John Stetson, a good sailor, who had been killed by the falling of the foremast, and swept overboard. Her passage across the Atlantic had been smooth and pleasant; but the night before she had experienced all the strength of the great gale, and while contending with it had broken her propeller. After that she had tried to lay-to under sail, and had she found sea room would doubtless have been able to weather the storm; but as illluck Would have it, the rocks of Cornwall were right underher lee, and the wind and sea swept her down upon the them, I questioned him concerning that episode of the boat. He explained that two of the boats had been smashed into fragments when the ship struck. (To bo continued.)

What is a Horse Power.

When men first begin to become fam iliar with the methodsof measuring mechanical power they often speculate the breed of horses is to be found that can keep at work raising 00.00. i pounds one foot per minute, or the equivalent, which is more familiar to some mechanics, of raising 330 pounds 100 feet per Since 33,000 pounds raised one foot per minute is called one horse power, it is natural that people should think the engineers who established that unite of measurement passed it on what horses could realy do. -r

But the horse that can do this work doesjnot exist* The horse power unite was established by James Walt about a century ago, and the figures wero fixed in a curious way. Watt found that the average horse of his district could raise 22,000 pounds one foot per minute. This, then, was an actual horse power. At that time Watt was employed in the manufacture of engins, and customers were so hard to find that all kinds of artificial inducements were necessary to induce power users to jbuy steam engines A 9 a method of encouraging them. Watt offered to sell engines reckoning33,ooo footpounds to a horse power. And thus he was the means of giving a false unit to one of the most important measurements in the world. ________ An Objecrion. “Are you a suitor for Miss Brown’? hand?’* ■ “Yes. but I didn’t" “Dikn’t what?” ••Suite*,"

NON-CHURCH GOERS.

STRAY SHEEP WHICH THE BHEPPEROS ARE GATHERING. Rev. Dr. Talmage preached in Brooklyn and New York Sunday as follows: Text, John X., 16. He said: There is no monopoly in religion. The grace of God is not a nice little property fenced off all for ourselves. It is not a king’s park, at which we look through a barred gateway, wishing we might go in qnd pluck the flowers and look at the deer and the statuary. It is a father's orchard, and there are bars to let down, and gates to swing open. Have you any idea that, because you were baptized at 8 months of age, and because you have all your life been surrounded by hallowed influences, you hare a right to one whole side of the Lord’s table, spreading yourself out so nobody else can get there? You will have to haul in your elbows, for there will come a great mujtitude to sit at the table, and on both sides of you. You ore not going to have this monopoly of religion.

McDonald, the Scotchman. ha 9 on the Scotch hills a great flock of sheep. McDonald has 4.000 or 5,000 head of sheep. Some are browsing in the Leather, someaFO on the hills, some are in the valleys, a sow are in the yard. One day Cameron comes over to McDonald and says: “McDonal. you have thirty sheep; I have been counting them.” “Oh. no!" says McDonald, “I have 4,000 or 5,000.” “Ah!” saya Cameron, “you are mistaken; I have just counted them; there are thirty.” “Why," says McDonald, “do you suppose that is all the sheep I have? I have sheep on the distant hills and in the valleys, ranging and roaming everywhere. Other sheep have I which are not of this fold.” So Christ cornea. —- “Here is a group of Christians, and there is a group of Christians; here is a Methodist fold, here is a Presbyterian fold, here is a Baptist fold, here is a Lutheran fold, and we make our annual statistics, and we think we can tell you just how many Christians there are iu the world; how many there are in the church, how many of all these denominations. We aggregate them, and we think we are giving an intelligent and an accurate account; but Christ comes, and He says, :sp u have not counted them right Tlmre are those whom you have never Been, those of whom you have never heard. I have my children in all parts of the earth, on all the islands of the sea, on all the continents, in all the mountains and in all the valleys. Do you think that these few sheep that you have counted are all the sheep I have? There Is a great multitude that no one cau number. Other sheep have I which are not of this fold.” Christ, in my text, talks of the conversion .of the Gentiles as confidently as though they had already been converted. He sets forth the idea that His people will come from all parts of the earth, from all age 9, from all circumstances, from all conditions. In the first place, I remark, the Heavenly Sliephered will find many of his sheep among those who are at present non-church-goers. There are different kinds of churfches. Some - times you will find a church made up only of Christians. Everything seems finished. The church reminds you of those skeleton plants from which by chemical preparation all the greenness and the verdure have been taken, and they are cold and white and delicate and beautiful and finished. All that is wanted is a glass case put over them. The minister on the Sabbath has only to take an ostrich feather and brush off the dust that has accumulated in the last six days of business, and then they are as cold and delicate and beautiful as before. Everything is finished: finished sermons, finished music, finished architecture, finished everything. Another church is like an armory, the sound of drum and life calling more recruits to the Lord’s army. We say to the applicants, “Come in and get your equipment. Here is the bath in which you are to be cleansed, here is the helmet you are to put on your head, here are the sandals you are to put oa your feet, here is the breastplate you are to put Over your heart, here is the sword you are to take in your right hand and fight His battle with. Quit yourselves like men.”

There are those here, perhaps, who say, “It i 9 now ten, fifteen years since I was in the habit, the regular habit, of church-going.” I know all about your case. I am going to tell you something that will be startling at the first, and that is that you are going to become the Lord’s sheep. • ‘Oh,” you say, “that is impossible; you don’t know bow far I am from anything of. that kind.” I know all about your case. I have been up and down the world. I know why some of you do not attend upon Christian services. I go further, and make another announcement in regard to you, and that is, you are not only to become the Lord’s sheep, but you are going to become .the Lard’s sheep this hour. God is going to call you graciously by His Spirit; you are going to come into the fold of Christ. This sermon shall not be so much for those who are Chris? tians. I have preached to thorn hundreds and thousands of times, The sermon that I preach now is going to be chiefly for those who consider themselves outsiders, but who may happen to be in the house; and the chief employment of the Christian people here to-day will be to pray for those who are not accustomed to at- • tend upon Christian sanctuaries. There are men now in the breakers. They have made a shipwreck of life. While we come out to save them some are swept off before we can reach them, and there are others still hang-

lng on. Steady there among Hie slippery places! Leap into the life boat! Now is your chance for heaven! This hour some of you are going to be saved. Far away from God, yon are going to be brought nigh. You are ndw, this hour, in the tide of Christian influences. You are going to be swept .in; your voice is goiqg to be heard in prayer; you are going to be consecrated to God; you are going to live a life of usefulness, and your deathbed is going to be surrounded by Christian sympathizers, and devout men will carry you to your burial when your work is done, and these words be chiseled for your epitaph. “Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of his saints. ” And all that history is going to begin to-day.

Again 1 remark, the heavenly shepherd is going to find many of his sheep among those who are now rejectors of Christianity. Ido not know how you came t,p reject Christianity. Ido not know whether it was through hearing Theodore Parker preach, or whether it was reading “Renan’s Life of Jesus,” or whether it was through some skeptic in the factory or store; or it may be, and probably is the case, that you were disgusted with relieion and disgusted with Christianity because some man who professed to be a Christian defrauded you, and he being a member of the church, and you taking him as a representative of the Christian religion, you said: “Well; if that’-s religion I don’t want any of it.” I do,pot know how you came to reject Christianity, but you frankly tell me you do reject it; you do not think the Blole is the word cf God, although there are many things in. it you admire; you do not think that Christ was a divine being, although you think He was a very good man. You say if the Bible be true, or most of it be true, you nevertheless think the earlier part of the Bible is an allegory. And there are fifty things that I believe that you dohot believe. Nevertheless they tell me in regard to you that are an accommodating, an obliging person. If I should come to you and ask of you a favor you would grant it if it were possible. It would be a joy for you to grant me a favor. Should any of your friends come to you and wanted an accommodation, and you could accommodate them, how glad you would be. Now I am going to ask of you a favor, an’d want you to accommodate me. The accommodation will cost you nothing, and will give great happiness. Of course you will not deny me. I want you as an experiment to try the Christian religion. If it does not stand the test, discard it; if it does, receive it. Now will you not try this solace, this febrifuge, this annbdyne, this gospel medicine? “Oh’ you say, “I haven’t any faith in it.” As a matter of accommodation, let me introduce you to the Lord Jesus Christ, the great Physician. “Why,” “I ha vent any faith in Him.” Well, now, will you not just let Him try His power on your soul? Just let me introducehim to you. Ido not ask you to take my word for it. Ido not ask you take the advice of clergymen. Perhaps the clergymen may be prejudiced: perhaps we may be speaking piofessionally: perhaps we may give wrong advice, perhaps we are morbid on that subject. So I do not ask you to take tho advice of clergymen. - I ask you to take the advice of very respectable laymen, such as William Shakesphere, the dramatist, as William the statesman; as Isaac Newton, the astronomer: us Robert Boyle, the philosopher; as Locke, the metaphysician, as Morse, the electrician. Those men never preached—but they come out,' and putting down, one his telescope, and another tho electrician’s wire, and another the Parlimentary scroll—they come out. and they commend Christ as a comfort to all the people, a Christ that the world needs. Now, Ido not ask you take the advice of clergymenTake tho advice of the laymen. It does not make any difference tome at this juncturejwhat you have saidjagainstjthe Bible: itdoos not make any difference to me at this juncture how you may have caricatured religion. You believe in love. A father’s love, a mother’s love,a wife’s love, a child's love. Now let me tell you God loves you more than all of them together; and you must come in, you will come in. Chist looks in all tenderness, with the infinite tenderness of the gospel, into your soul, and he says: “This is your time for heaven:” and then He waves His hand to the people of God, and He says: “Other sheep have 1 which are not of this fold.” Again I remark, the Heavenly Shepherd is going to get many of his sheepamong those who have been flung of evil habit.

It outrages me to see how soon Christian people give up the prodical. I hear Christian talk as they thought! the grace of God was a chain of forty or fifty links, and when they had run out then there was nothing to touch the depth of a man’s iniquity. If a man were out hunting for aeer and got off the track of the deer, he would hunt, amid the bushes and the brakes longer for the lost game than he will look lor a lost soul. They say If a man had the delirium tremens twice he can not be be cured. They say if a woman had fallen from integrity she can not be redeemed. All of which is an infinite slander on the Gospel of the Son of God. Men who say that know nothing about practical religion in their own hearts. How many times will God take back a man who has fallenP Well I can not give you the exact figures, but I can tell you at what point He' certainly will take him back. Four hundred •nd ninety times. Why do I say 490 times? because the Bible says seventy limes seven. Now, figure thalj out, you who do not think a man can, fall four times, eight times, ten times, twenty times, 100 times, 400 times and yet be saved. Four hundred and nine-

[tf times! Why, there is a great mul- ; titude before the throne of God who ; plunged into all the depths of iniquity. There were no sins they did not commit; but they were washed of body, and washed of mind, and washed of soul, and they were before the throne of God now forever happy. I say tbat to encourage any man who feels there if no chance for him. Good Templars will save you, although they are a grand institution. Sons of Temperance will not save you, although there is no better society on earth. Signing the temperance pledge will not save you, although it is a grand thing to do. No one but God can save you. Do not put your confidence in bromide of potassium, or any thing that the apothecary can mix. Put your trust in God! After the Church ha 9 cast you off, aqd the bank has cast you off, and social circles have cast you off, and all good society has cast you off, and father has cast you off, and mother has cast you off, at your first cry for help God will bend clean down to that ditch of youriniquiity to help you out. Oh, what a God He is! Long suffering and gracious!

There may be in this house some whose hand trembles so with dissipation they could hardly hold a hymn book. I say to such, if they are here; You will preach the Gospel yet; you will yet, some of you, carry the Holy Communion through the aisles, and you will be acceptable to every body, because every body will know you are saved and purified by the grace of God and a consecrated man. wholly consecrated. Your business has got to come up; your physical health is to be rev built; your family is to be restored: the Church of God on earth „ and in heaven i 9 to rejoice over your coming. “Other sheep have I which are not of this fold.” If this is not the Gospel I do not know what the Gospel is. It can scale any height; it can fathom any depth; it can compass any infinity. I think one reason why there are not more people saved is we do not swing the door wide enough open. Now, there is. only one class of persons in this house about whom I have any despondency, and that is those who have been hearing the GoSpol for perhaps twenty, thirty, forty years, their outward life moral. But they tell you frankly they do not love the Lord Jesus Christ, have not trusted Him. have not been born again by the Spirit of God. They are Gospel hardened. The Gospel has no more effect upon them than the shining of the moon on the city pavement. The publicans and the harlots go into the kingdom of Godi before them. They went through, some of them, the revival of 1857, when 500,000 souls were brought to God. Some of them went through great revivals in individual churches. Still’ unpardoned, unblessed, unsaved. Theyi were merely spectators. Gospel hardened! After awhile we will hear that, they are sick, and then that they aro< dead, and then that they died without any hope. Gospel hardened. But I turn away from all such with a thrill of hope to those who are not Gospel hardened. Some of you have not heard, perhaps, five Bermona in five years. Th ; s whole subject has been a novelty to you for some time. You are not Gospel hardened; you know, you are not Gospel hardened. The whole subject comes freshly to your mind. I hear some soul saying: “O my wasted life! O the bitter past! O the graves I stumbled over! Whither shall I fly? The future is, so dark, 80 very dark. God help me!” Oh, I am so glad for tbat last utterance! Tbat was a prayer, and as soon as you begin to pray that turns all heaven this way, and God steps in, and He beats back the hounds of temptation to their kennels, and He throws; all around the pursued soul the covert of his pardoning iflercy. I heard, something fall. What was it? It was the bars around the sheopfold—the; bars of the fence around the sheeps fold. Tho Heavenly Shepherd let them fall, and the hunted sheep of the mountain come bounding in, some with fleece torn of tho brambles, and others with feet lame from the dogs, but bounding in. Thank God! “Other sheep have I which are not of this fold.”

The Ways of Camels.

If any other animal gives out it is still possible to make it travel a few miles by a judicious use of patience and and aClub; but not so with a camel. When he lies down he will get up only when he feels like doing so; you may drag at the string which is fastened to the stick through his nostrils till you tear it out, he will ouly groan and spit. It was my first experience with eamels, and I vowed that it should be my lust: for, taking them altogether, they are the most tiresome and troublesome animals! have ever seen, and are suited only to Asiatics, the most patient and long suffering of human beings.

Besides their infirmities of temper, resulting, I believe, from hereditary dyspepsia, as evidence by such coated tounges. offensiue breath, and gurgling stomachs as I have seen with no other ruminants, they are delicate in the extreme. They can’t work only in winter months, for as soon as their woo! begins to fall, Samson,like their strength abondons them. They can travel only over country where there are no stones, for the pads of their feet wear out and then thoy I have be to patched, a most troubieso me 1 operation. The camel is thrown and a i piece of leather stiehed on over the foot, the stiches being taken through the soft ptrt of it; in this condition it may V-avel till the skin had thickendd. again; or, what is more likely, until it refuses to take a step. 1 At Girard College, in Philadelphia, there are now 1,58C> pupils who are clothed, fed and educated from this income of the Girard estate, half a mil. Hon dollars being expended annual! l&r this purpose.