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Family Talk,

A false sentiment in regard to household services has crept in of late years. Fostered by silly pride and self-indulgence, it has obtained

attend to their most trivial wants. are early risers in these days. Do
It is not to be wondered at that the
better class of servants resent this
treatment and put themselves be-
yond the reach of it.

Girls don't interest themselves in a hold on the minds of the present the little things pertaining to home generation of young girls with a life. If the house is kept clean, the grasp of incredible tenacity. Servant girls are the root of this evil—

not of their volition, but through long sufferance.

Twenty-five years ago, when an excellent servant was obtainable for wages that the housemaid of to-day would scorn, young ladies were not ashamed to perform the simple offices of home. It is not necessary to recall the various household accomplishments which these young ladies possessed. Every woman who cares to look back to that time will remember that the girls of those days were just as much admired and as eagerly sought after as they are now, albeit, they were able to cook a good

meals well served and their clothes
kept in repair, it does not matter

you ever see a girl with a broom in her hands unless she be a servant? Do you ever see a young lady rak

ing the grass plat or tending the flower beds? These occupations are avoided for the very reason that they might be seen. Girls have a notion that it is not lady-like to be use

much whether it is done by mother ful; so they are careful to conceal the
or the "girl." Work of all descrip- fact when they assist in any of the
tion is considered a hardship to be housework, as though it was some-
avoided whenever possible. It is thing to be ashamed of.
not genteel to work, but it is more
so to make a machine of mother,
who allows you to do so from a mis-
taken kindness, or to put extra bur-
dens on the servant who is paid to
wear out her existence in the four
walls of your kitchen?

If every girl had to spend at least one day of each week in the kitchen, from morning until night, there would be a radical change in the habits of most girls. A great many mothers excuse their daughters from

Sweeping, gardening, dusting and bed making are among the humble duties that make up the routine of home work. They are not calculated to stimulate the intellect or make brilliant minds, but they are prime factors in making home happiness, for they teach order, neatness and consideration for others, without which no woman can be a true lady. The girl who refrains from lending assistance which will promote the comfort of others, on the score of it

dinner and make their own gowns-
two things which the girl of the
period is incapable of doing, as a performing the duties of housekeep-being beneath her, as a lady, bas a
rule. To-day we have an inferior ing on the plea that their studies are

class of servants, who demand more so laborious that the time out of
wages, and a race of young women school must be given to recreation.
over-educated, in a broad sense of
the word, in branches that can hardly
be as conducive to the happiness of
everyday life as the despised details
of domestic machinery.

And what kind of recreation?
Visiting, "going down town," read-
ing stories and entertaining compa-
ny make the list of amusements
which are so necessary to the health
of the modern girl.


Whence comes this idea that service rendered for the benefit of home comfort is degrading? That A prominent physician in a lecit exists is too evident a fact. There ture recently declared to the ladies is a great hue and cry raised be- of Detroit that they were ruining cause girls prefer to work in factor- their constitutions for lack of ies at starvation wages rather than brooms. The substance of his rein private families. The servant marks was to the effect that healthgirl does not adopt this policy, al-ful exercise was needed more by though it is a mistaken one, without girls and women now than at any some cause. Families in the most time in the history of medicine. moderate circumstances, with daugh- Walk along any of the residence ters who might be of the greatest assistance in the household, employ streets at a moderately early hour in a servant girl and make of her the the morning, 7.30 is a good time, veriest drudge. So far from lending you will see a few girlish faces at a helping hand to the tired-out girl the windows and a few more on the in the kitchen, they oblige her to porches. Not many, for few girls

word-and a nature so innately vulvery poor idea of the meaning of the

gar that no amount of fashionable veneering can hide the warping of a selfish mind. If girls only knew how much more attractive they could make themselves by assuming some of the cares of this work-a-day world this reluctance to be thought a worker would vanish. Girls are full of kindly impulses, which a word or two at the right time will bring out. The besetting sin of the women of the nineteenth century is misdirected energy, too much solicitation for affairs outside the home, and a love of luxury which threatens to efface the sturdy honesty which grasps every duty and raises it to virtue through the force of its own integnoble qualities which youth can be rity of purpose. Our girls have all expected to possess. When false ideas have given place to the practice of those little things that go so far toward making home the happy place, which influences so many destinies, the world will be all the better, girls, though your hands may not be so white, and-sweeping will be an every day occurrence.




Glass number one only in fun.
Glass number two-other boys do.
Glass number three, it won't hurt me :
Glass number four, only one more.
Glass number five before a drive.
Glass number six, brain in a mix.
Glass number seven, stars up in heaven:
Glass number eight, stars in his pate.
Glass number nine, whisky-not wine.
Glass number ten: drinking again?

Glass number twenty; not yet a plenty?

Drinking with boys, drowning his joys;
Drinking with men just now and then.
Wasting his life, killing his wife,
Losing respect, manhood all wrecked,
Losing his friends-thus it all ends.
Glass number one, taken in fun,
Ruined his life, brought on strife,
Blighted his youth, sullied his truth,
In a few years brought many tears,
Gave only pain, stole all his gain,
Made him at last friendless, outcast.

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"No, sir."

And he shrank with a shudder as cuts the wood that feeds the fire that he refused the cup. Old Nick built.

Next they called at the miserable hovel of a drunkard, where was squalid poverty, and the drunken father beating his wife, and, with oaths, knocking down his children. "What has caused this?" said the father.

A Temperance Meeting-This is one of the blows that we quietly deal to fashion the sledge with its face of steel that batters the stone that grinds the axe that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built.

wood that feeds the fire that Old

The son was silent. When told it Temperance Pledge-This is the was rum, he declared he would never smith that works with a will to give force to the blows touch a drop in his life. But supwe quietly pose that lad should be invited to a deal to fashion the sledge with its wedding feast, where, with fruit face of steel that batters the stone and cake, the wine-cup is passed that grinds the axe that cuts the amid scenes of cheerfulness and gayety, where all friends are respect-Nick built. able, beloved and kind to each Eternal Vigilance-This is the other, and he should be asked to spirit so gentle and still that nerves drink, would he refuse? Or, sup- the smith to work with a will to give pose him walking out with his father force to the blows we quietly deal to on New Year's day to call upon fashion the sledge with its face of his young lady friends to enjoy the steel that batters the stone that festivity of the ushering in of the grinds the axe that cuts the wood new year. With other things, wine that feeds the fire that Old Nick is handed to him by a smiling girl. built. His noble-hearted father, whom he loves, presses the wine-glass to his lips, and compliments the young ladies upon the excellence of its quality; what wonder if the son follow his example?-Emblem Annual.

The Fire Old Nick Built.

We find in an exchange the fol

Why Johnny Liked the Minis


"O, wasn't that a good minister we had to-day ?" said Johnny. "Yes, very good. Which sermon did you like best?" said the mother. "O, I don't know. It wasn't the sermons altogether that I mean." "What then?"

His father, pointing to the decan-lowing capital imitation of the style schools and boys so good; I never

ters sparkling with rum, said: "That's the cause; will you take a drink?"

The boy started back with horror, and exclaimed, "No!"

of "The house that Jack built," and
we wish it might become as great a
household favorite:

Intemperance-This is the fire that
Old Nick built.

Moderate Drinking-This is the
fuel that feeds the fire that Old Nick

Rum selling-This is the axe that cut the wood, that feeds the fire that Old Nick built.

Then he took his child to the cage of a man with delirium tremens. The boy gazed upon him affrightened as the drunkard raved and tore, and thinking the demons were after him, cried, "Leave me alone! leave me alone! I see 'em; they're comLove of Money-This is the stone ing!" that grinds the axe that chops the "Do you know the cause of this, wood that feeds the fire that Old my boy?" "No, sir." Public Opinion―This is the sledge "This is caused by drink; will with its face of steel that batters you have some?" the stone that grinds the axe that

Nick built.

"Why, he prayed for Sunday heard any one pray so much for boys. Most of them do not. That is why I liked him."

"Do you like to be prayed for ?" "Why, yes, of course I do." "The minister prayed to-day that all the boys might be Christ's boys. Did you like that?"

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Yes, and I prayed as hard as I could that I might be. When we hear people praying for us it makes us think it is about time to be praying for ourselves. If children don't like to say much about good things, I guess they all like to have the minister remember them. I always watch and see if they pray for young folks; if they don't I think they won't have much in the sermon either.

Then, of course, I don't listen as well as I should if I thought there was something for me."-Selected.


My Mother's Prayer.
What led my infant steps to God,
To study well his holy word,
To shun the evil, choose the good?
My mother's prayer.

What led me from temptation's snare
To cast upon the Lord my care,
That I the joys of heaven might share?
My mother's prayer.

What led me to the sinners friend
And on the Saviour to depend,
That I might love him to the end?
My mother's prayer.


My mother's prayer.

And angry passions sometimes strong,
Put in my mouth some heavenly song?
My mother's prayer.

Ezra compiled the two books of the Chronicles. He is also author of the book bearing his name,

Nehemiah wrote Nehemiah.

The author of the book of Esther is unknown.

Elihu was most probably the pen.

which you have hitherto been taught
to think dangerous? Has it tended
to make you dissatisfied and impa-
tient under the control of others, and
disposed you to relax in self govern-
ment, without which both the laws
of God and man tell us there can be
no virtue and consequently no hap-man of the book of Job. Moses
piness? Has it attempted to abate
your admiration and reverence for
what is great and good, and to di-
minish in you the love of your coun-
try and your fellow creatures? Has Psalms. Asaph penned a few of
it addressed itself to your pride,
your vanity, your selfishness, or any
of your evil propensities? Has it
defiled the imagination with what is

may have written the first two chapters and the last. Some think Job wrote it himself.

David wrote most of the book of


Solomon wrote Proverbs, Ecclesiastes and the Songs of Solomon. Isaiah is the author of the prophecy of Isaiah.

Jeremiah wrote the book bearing his name, and the Lamentations of Jeremiah.

Ezekiel, Daniel, Hosea, Joel, Amos, Obadiah, probably Jonah, Micah, Nahum, Habakkuk, Zephaniah, Hag

What led me first from evil thought To look to Christ who pardon bought, And through his blood I pardon sought ? loathsome, and shocked the heart with what is monstrous? Has it What stayed my youthful mind when disturbed the sense of right and wrong which the Creator has implanted in the human soul? If so, if you have felt that such were the effects that it was intended to produce, throw the book in the fire, gai, Zechariah, wrote the books of whatever name it may bear on the prophecies bearing their respective title page! Throw it in the fire, names. young man, though it should have been the gift of a friend; young lady, away with the whole set, though it should be the prominent furniture in the rosewood bookcase." -Southey.

What was it when in after day
When worldly cares led me astray,
Taught me on Christ my cares to lay ?
My mother's prayer.

What was it when old age drew nigh
That helps me when to heaven I sigh?
Oh Saviour! help me now, I cry,
My mother's prayer.

What is it now on Jordan's brink,
That helps me while from death I shrink?
In tones of love, I hear, I think,

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Matthew, Mark, Luke and John wrote the Gospels named after them. Luke wrote the Acts of the Apostles.

Paul is the author of the Epistles to the Romans, Corinthians, Galatians, Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, Thessalonians, Timothy, Titus, Philemon, and Hebrews.

Moses wrote Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers and Deuteronomy. James, the son of Alpheus, who Joshua, Phinehas or Eleazar wrote the book of Joshua, but it is not of the Apostles, wrote the Epistle of was cousin german to Christ, and one certain which of them.

Choice of Books. Young readers, you whose hearts are open, whose understandings are not yet hardened, and whose feelings are neither exhausted nor encrusted with the world, take from me a better rule than any professors or criticism will teach you. Would you know whether the tendency of a book is good or evil, examine in what state of mind you lay it down. Has it induced you to suspect that what you have been accustomed to think unlawful, may, after all, be Jeremiah most probably compiled innocent, and that may be harshness the two books of the Kings.

Samuel is the penman of the books of Judges and Ruth. He also wrote the first acts of David, and probably Nathan and Gad wrote his last acts; and the whole was formed into two books which were named after Samuel, as the most eminent person, called the first and second books of Samuel.


his name.
Peter wrote the Epistle bearing

The Apostle John wrote the three
Epistles of John.

James, called also Lebbeus, whose Jude, the Apostle, the brother of surname was Thaddeus, a near relative to our Lord, wrote the Epistle

of Jude.

St. John, the Divine, wrote Revelations.


"Jimmy Jones' Sister."


A small, wistful face, with the old, worn look upon it which is the birthright of Poverty's children; purple-pansy eyes, looking out from

which it lay like a broken lily, and and girl here about your own age, over which rippled the lovely hair but they have gone away to a better which a soft brush had drawn out to home now, and I am very sad and burnished gold. The purple-pansy lonely without them; and the house eyes wandered curiously about the that was full of the sound of their room, a glad, satisfied expression in pattering feet and sweet voices, is so them which deepened every moment. still now that my heart aches. Silken curtains hung about the bed, Would you be willing to come and and lay in lustrous folds on the rich stay with me always, and be my carpet; beautiful pictures adorned precious Pearl?"

the walls, and marble statuary The purple-pansy eyes looked up beneath a mass of tangled sunbeams gleamed out whitely from the sorrowfully. "Oh, I'd like to come,' shadowy corners. On the small she sobbed, "but I couldn't leave table near the bed stood a costly Jimmy, ma'am; he'd be lonesome without his little sister."

that under the ministry of loving hands would twine in long golden curls; shoeless feet, whose dainty outlines could not be concealed by the rags wrapped about them; this is what the doorway of an old house in Water street framed, one morning in the early spring time. "Jimmy Jones' sister" was the distinctive title by which she was called. Perhaps down the street. a little way you would have met a ragged little urchin crying "Daily Tribune!" with a bundle under his arm fresh and damp from the press. Dark, round face, in which a pair of bright black eyes were set; dancing tufts of dark hair protruding from a well-ventilated cap; a cheery, wideawake manner, which would attract you somehow in spite of the painful out-look which he presented-elbows out, knees out, toes out; this is Jimmy Jones, the brother of "Jimmy Jones' sister."

A crowd on the street-a little limp form, lying white and still in the policeman's arms, and a pitying look in his bronzed face, as he looked down at his burden. A sweet faced woman, elegantly clad, and holding by the hand a little child, bent over the lifeless form, and said tearfully, "Poor little one! she saved my precious child, at the price of her own life, I fear," and asked eagerly, "Do you know where her home is ?"

"Home!" he repeated scornfully, "The likes of that have a home! Mebbe a barrel, or a dry goods box, turned away from the wind, to sleep in nights, a few broken crusts to eat, an' as fur her cloes, you can see fur yourself her wardrobe aint very extensive," and the rough but kindhearted policeman smiled grimly.

"Then come with me," said the lady quietly, and she led the way to a large, elegant house near by.

A little face almost as white as the dainty lace-edged pillows on

vase, with delicate half blown roses

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pouring out the fragrance of their
full golden hearts. Jimmy Jones'
sister" drew a long breath, and
smiled contentedly.

"I knew we'd find it somewheres,"
she whispered. A fair white hand
pushed aside the curtains and a
lovely face smiled down on the little

The lady rose and left the room. "I am going to send some one else to talk with you, Pearl," she said, as she closed the door.

There came a step outside, to which the child listened eagerly. "That's my Jimmy," she whispered to herself; but no, the door opened, and a little boy came in whom she had never seen, and looked at her. She gazed at him eagerly and asked, wist-"Won't you tell me your name?"

"What is it, little one? I heard
you speak." There was no answer,
but the beautiful eyes scanned
fully the lady's face.

"Will you tell me your name, lit-
tle girl?" she asked gently.
"I'm Jimmy Jones' sister; that is
all, I guess ?"

"But what does Jimmy Jones
call you ?"

"Just sissy. I used to have a mother a long time ago, and she'd tell me I was her jewel, and called me a pretty name. She said ladies wore my name sometimes 'bout their necks, an' in their hair."

"Was it Pearl ?"

"Oh, yes, that is it; but there is something more-Pre-Pre-Preci ous Pearl. Oh, that's it; I'm so glad."

There were tears in the soft eyes that look down at her.

"Poor little one! and you haven't any mother or any home; no one to care for you?"

"Why," she answered in a surprised tone, "there's always Jimmy. He takes care of me."

Then he smiled, and the smile was Jimmy's very own. She clasped her little arms around his neck and cried, "Oh, Jimmy, have we got home now?" He nodded, half ashamed of the tears which were filling his eyes.

"You're Jimmy, and you aint Jimmy," she said, looking at him with delight.

"I was allers Jimmy Jones inside," he explained, "only them old ragged cloes made me look like somebody else I tell ye, sissy, I was gladder'n anything when I saw 'em burn up."

"Burn up?" she questioned, wonderingly.

"Yes, all burnt up, an' yours, too. But, oh my! you oughter see the grand things you're going to have. Dresses that's got the reg'lar swish! swish! in 'em, and such shoes as you never did see; and, sissy, we're allers going to live here now, 'cause this is our home, and next week I'm goin to school. Ain't it all like one them pretty fairy stories she used to tell us?"

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The white hand, sparkling with jewels, was laid on the child's brow with a gentle caress. "Pearl," said the lady, "look in my eyes now, and listen to what I am going to say. You saved my baby's life the other day, when she ran across the street, and when the carriage passed over you I thought you were killed. But Wee Fanny bit her tongue one when I found it was only your arm day, and came in crying bitterly. broken, I wanted to bring you home "What is it?" asked her mother. and help you to get well. Two "O, mamma," she said, "my teeth months ago there was a little boy stepped on my tongue!"

The little white face among the pillows fairly shone with joy, and this was how "Jimmy Jones' sister' found a home.-Northwestern Christian Advocate.

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Missionary Heroism.

THE little girl who prayed, "O tribes are startling, and some of their rulers already have appealed Lord, bless the missionaries and help to Christian nations to check the them convert the heathen, and bless flow of liquor towards their country. the heathenaries and help them conWe have, perhaps, knowledge The British house of commons re- vert each other," must have possessenough; what we want is a spirit of cently has discussed the subject, and ed a pretty accurate idea of the way consecration that vitalizes the know- has passed a resolution looking to the kingdom of God spreads in this ledge and makes Christian wisdom wards the suppression of the liquor world. It would pay some enterWe want a traffic in question. The United prising woman's board to keep its temper of heroism-that which at- States government has not respond-eye on her. tracts men often in the Roman Cath-ed favorably hitherto to the invitaolic Church.

out of dead doctrines.

cathedrals, rising like poems in stone, like great Te Deums of the rock toward the sky; it is not the magnificent music and the superb ceremonial and the great hierarchy-they do not touch the soul in the sensitive and thoughtful. But when one reads the story of the Jesuit missionaries burning at the stake in order that they might, if possible, teach, even from the stake, the Iroquois who put



THERE is not only a large field It is not the vast tion to form an international agree-for labor in our own land, but the ment on the subject. The pressure gates into foreign fields have been unbarred and swung wide open. of the temperance sentiment of the land ought to be brought to bear To say nothing of the civilized foreign lands that need a pure gospel, it at once, so that our nation a wonderful work is now ready in shall enter promptly upon the work of correcting, so far as possible, the heathen lands. China, Japan, Burdisgraceful evils which we helped to mah, the islands of the sea, and the dark continents of India and Africa, this work com- are all ripe and waiting for the WHERE shall mence? Down at the very bottom. gospel. O, dear God, what a work! Christian exercise is needed. Every awaken, stir us up! Why should Every heart we have a church of idlers when The head, the millions of darkened souls are waitlegs, the feet, ing and pleading for the true light? the eyes, the ears, and the tongue Christian labor must be exercised. must be defined for every member of the church; all must do something. Some must oversee churches

them to death-when we read of
their martyred missionaries


where our souls are touched with

child must have it.
must be set on fire.

a consciousness of the power which arms, the fingers, the

the Roman Catholic Church wields
over the hearts and minds of those
who dwell in it and love it. It was

DANIEL Webster, the great American statesman and orator, bears the following testimony to the good effects of teaching the Scriptures to

the heroism of the early martyrs
that conquered the Roman Empire; and direct the work, some must children: "From the time that, at

not the sermons of eloquent orators,
nor the treatises of able disputants;

it was the heroism that flinched not

from the flame, that found songs in the dungeon and security in the fire. The Roman mind could not interpret that except as something divine. The Roman heart could not but feel the immensity of the power which was in that living consecration.— The Rev. Dr. R. S. Storrs.

Africa and the Liquor Trade.

preach at home, some take the home my mother's feet, or on my father's
knee, I first learned to lisp verses
field, some to foreign fields, some
others teach in the Sunday school, been my daily study and vigilant
write, and give Christian literature, from the sacred writings, they have
lead and help in the prayer meeting, contemplation. If there be any-
commended, the credit is due to my
Bible class. Those who can not do thing in my style or thoughts to be
kind parents in instilling into my
mind an early love of the Scriptures.

this, go and say Amen when the time comes. A good, hearty Amen is not to be despised. Our sisters can have their little missionary societies, where they can knit, sew and make garments to raise money to send out men to preach the gospel. The Missionary Herald gives fig- Our boys and girls can save their ures which prove that during the pennies and throw in as contribufive years from June, 1882, to June, tions for the Lord. There is any 1887, there were exported to Africa amount of work to do, and it is from Boston 3,500,796 gallons of adapted to all of the Lord's workers spirituous liquors, chiefly rum, val--the Lord don't own any but workued at $1,166,824. This is a sad record.


He says,

"Work in my


The authentic reports of yard," not come in to be fed and the demoralization and death which clothed, but to feed and clothe liquor is working among the native to work.

EIGHTY-FIVE years ago the honorable directors of the East India company placed on solemn record: "The sending of Christian missionaries into our eastern possessions is the maddest, most expensive, most unwarposed by a lunatic enthusiast." A rantable project that was ever profew months since, Sir Rivers Thompson, lieutenant-governor of Bengal, said: "In my judgment, Christian and lasting good to the people of missionaries have done more real India than all other agencies combined." So great is the difference between the fears of prejudice and

the facts of God's hand.

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