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ANN ARBOR, MICHIGAN, APRIL, 1893.
The Annual Meeting.
On Monday evening, April 3rd, a good attendance gathered for the annual meeting. Reports were given from the various officers and organizations showing a busy and profitable year's work. The election of officers took place and throughout the entire meeting of two hours and a half the utmost harmony prevailed. Brethren R. C. Davis and W. W. Beman were elected trustees and deacons for three years, H. N. Chute, trustee for the same period, and A. B. Stevens trustee and deacon for one year to fill the vacancy caused by the resignation of Bro. Spaulding who goes abroad for all of next year. Bro. J. L. Markley was elected clerk. The full list of officers may be seen from the Directory.
The Pastor's Report.
The year has been unusually free from interruption by sickness or otherwise. But one death has taken place, that of Mrs. Nettie Walker in Canada. Services have been held every Sunday throughout the year. Special religious interest has been manifested at different times, and twenty-three have been baptised. The church list has been pruned of excrescences, and the list is now in good condition. The pastor has called upon all of the church families, and upon all Baptist students whose names could be ascertained, and has made many other calls upon the sick, upon religious inquiries, and upon strangers. A large amount of work in the state connected with the general work of the denomination has also fallen to him, as usual.
"Having Done All, Stand.
We shall not be always in the but we must be always on the w and when we have struck every and won every victory in our p then we are not invited to sit do some cool retreat and rest upo laurels, but "having done all, st says God. When the old city of peii was dug out after having tinel was found still standing a for eighteen centuries buried, a post, his skeleton fingers gras his sword and his bony feet pla to run before the black smoke firmly on the pavement. He had choked him or the black ashe buried him, but having done a stood.
faithful in death. And that is a Faithful unto death, mon in effigy for us all. We endure hardness, to stand, th blackened with the smoke of de with ridicule and having don tion and riddled through and thr to stand.-A. J. Gordon, D. D.
it of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garment shaken,
er the woodlands brown and bare,
'en as our cloudy fancies take
en as the troubled heart doth make
is is the poem of the air, Slowly in silent syllables recorded; his is the secret of despair, Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded, Now whispered and revealed To wood and field. -Longfellow.
"Not a Business Woman."
The Spectator's maiden aunt has issed some seventy-five summers in gle blessedness, and yet she thinks e understands the men better be
use her judgment is not blinded by ve. It is a source of amusement to Je nieces and nephews of the old ar to hear her declare that it is the sence of love that has made her sion clear, when as they know by ppy experience that she has a yally loving nature that enfolds even erring ones. When, however, she ns her critical cap, they deem it Ill to give earnest heed, just as we told to pay attention to what is d of us by friends or enemies in the at of passion, or that we are to re
a most respectable-looking man, brought for her inspection one day in her younger days a remarkably finelooking animal as candidate for the important position of family horse. Her father was ill in bed, the mother never meddled in such matters, and it devolved upon the eldest daughter to settle upon the buying. The animal was a beauty, and arched his head and pranced in a way to conquer the most obdurate feminine heart as he walked np and down for inspection. How was she to be sure that all was right? She felt herself helpless indeed. Just then the hired man stepped up and whispered in her ear, "Miss Ruth, that horse will go. lame in a few days. Ask Mr Smith to show you his hind feet, and tell him they are tender." Mr. Smith was just then in the distance leading the horse, the latter prancing and tossing his head in the most approved style. Upon his return my aunt requested to see the mooted hind feet. They were, of course, raised for her inspection, and, as she surveyed them with an air between that of a horse jockey and a veterinary surgeon, she exclaimed, "Why, Mr. Smith, he's got tender feet!" The would-be sales
man looked at her in breathless astonishment for a moment, then exclaimed, with the most disgusted air imaginable, "Why, Ruth Miller, the
well-known story, "Little Red Riding Hood," "Puss in Boots," "Dick Whittington," or any other of the dear old tales or fairy stories will do. Take the distressing story of "Red Riding Hood," for instance, and let one of the children take the part of the grandmother, a rollicking, sturdy child should play the wolf, and a third should be Little Red Riding Hood herself; then, as the sister slowly tells the story, let each of the children act his part in pantomime, adapting the language, to suit the different dispositions of the children. Red Riding Hood can have a cape or shawl (preferably red) draped around her arm, after having said good-bye to her anxious mother. As the story goes on the wolf should appear, got up as fiercely as the means at hand will permit and the final catastrophe can be made as terrific as possible. "Cinderella” as terrific as possible. will lend itself to this sort of treatment excellently; and, as it affords an opportunity for all the children to take part as guests at the famous ball, will make a most interesting play when there are a number of children to be amused. With a little tact and patience, anyone who has charge of the children can keep them contented and
entertained for hours at a time. A child's imagination can invest even the most commonplace things and events with romance and reality.
Imber that many a true word is trouble with you is you're no business paper cap and the yard measure will
ken in jest. One of the gravest usations that this maiden aunt ngs against the sterner sex is that ectly a woman finds them in the ong and does not acquiesce in all ir doings she is declared unbusislike, and, if she does not believe
louble-dealing, she has no idea of iness tact, finance, diplomacy, or tever name may happen to be en to "every man for himself and 1 for us all." She bases her acation largely upon the following gerience.
An ingenious person who is much
with children invented a little game for them which she called "The Marionettes." This game will call for the help of good-natured elder sisters, perhaps, but, after the children have tried it once or twice under her guidance, they can very easily play it
turn the fretful little lad into a proud soldier-boy. An apron fastened on securely will make a fine train for the princess. The fairies can be supplied with wings of newspaper, or a scarf or veil pinned at the neck and fastened at the wrist. A whellbarrow or box
will make the most elegant coach in the young people's eyes. Of course, some children are very much easier to amuse than others. The delicate, nervous child has neither the strength nor the inclination to enter into his stronger brothers' sports.
Slow fades the vision of the sky;
The sunset fires will burn,
The flowers will blow, the river flow
No whisper from the mountain pine
The stranger where I tread,
Of him who loved him well.
Beyond the years of time.
Shall bloom the home-born flowers And new horizons flush and glow With sunset hues of ours.
A Pessimist's Opinion.
The pessimist is the abused man nowadays, while every one has a word to say in favor of that blithesome individual, the optimist. In fact, the optimist has grown to be distinctly the upper dog, while the pessimist comes in for continual and unlimited kicking.
Some late magazine writer designates the pessimist as "a man who has embarked on the wide sea of intellectual discovery, and has found out that for him it is a barren sea, blank and desolate." Suppose he has? The assumption that his belief makes him necessarily a bad fellow is unfounded. Because the sea is blank and desolate, he strengthens his bark to sail it. Knowing its barrenness, he looks out for other souls in like extremity. Seeing not, yet dreading the end, he nerves himself the more to meet it.
The optimist sails smoothly along. . His cockle-shell is strong enough for the light weight it carries. He has no sympathy with the distress of those whose boats labor and are heavily laden. "Do as I do. Wait until tomorrow!" he cries. And the to-morrow of the optimist is forever unborn. The optimist is usually an agreeable
as well as a light-hearted fellow. He is excellent company for a pleasure trip. Care does not touch him, for to him there is no care. He runs lightly into debt, and if he cannot pay, it does not cost him a moment's thought. It is foolish to be concerned, he argues, since your trouble is imaginary. If he cannot save you from drowning, he sees no reason why he should not smile as you go down.
When the optimist dies, there are plenty to mourn him. The responsibilities he ignored while living press all the harder on those whose "pessimism" will not let them follow his careless footsteps. The trouble he shook off are still there. Some one has to shoulder them in addition to his own, and the burden is often dropped upon those little able to carry it.
There is no cruelty equal to the cruelty of the light nature, which inflicts pain gayly simply because it does not believe in the existence of pain.Harper's Bazaar.
The other day a little fellow sat reading a book, when suddenly he saw his father coming along; he put the book out of sight, and stood up in great confusion, waiting for his father to pass by. Now, I didn't like that; and I herewith advise that boy, and all other boys, never to read anything they are ashamed of. Open out every page you read, full and free, in God's light and presence, as you must; and if it is not fit to be opened so, do not read it at all.
Bad reading is deadly poison; and I, for one, would like to see the poisoners-that is, the men who furnish itpunished like any other murderers; yes, and more, it's far worse to kill the soul than to kill the body.
In my opinion, parents are not half watchful enough in this matter, and if I were you, young folks, I wouldn't, stand it.-Christian Evangelist.
Love Wins Love.
"Mother, the birdies all lo ther," said a little boy of five as he stood with his mother wa
the robins enjoying their m
meal of cherries from the old tr overhung the house.
"What do you think is the the birds love your father!" Charlie did not seem to he question. He was absorbed thought. "Mother," at last h "all the creatures love father dog is almost as glad to see him me. Pussy, you know, comes to him and seems to kn actly what he is saying. Even cow follows him all around the ow, and the other day I saw he ing his hand just as a dog wou think it is because father loves mother.
You know he will oft
up to give pussy something t and he pulls carrots for the co pats her, and talks to her; and how I think his voice never sou pleasant as when he is talking creatures."
"I think his voice sounds pl when he is talking to his little
Charlie smiled. "Father love he said, "and I love him dearly loves the birds too, I am sure. whistles to them every morning they are eating cherries, and th not a bit afraid of him, though almost near enough to catch Mother, I wish everything lov as well as they do father."
"Do as father does, Charlie they will. Love all living thing be kind to them. Do not speak ly to the dog. Don't pull pussy nor chase the hens, nor try to en the cow. Never throw sto the birds. thing. them.
Never hurt nor teas
Speak gently and lovin Feed them and seek comfort, and they will love yo everybody that knows you wil you."-Christian Evangelist.
ble crosses of life, from failure to curb or to submit patiently to the inevitathe temper and the tongue, from envy and strife and self-seeking, from crushed vanity and unattainable worldly desires, all these constitute the sorrow of the world. It finds no
pel has to offer; it knows nothing of the comfort that the resigned and submissive heart receives from the Divine Comforter. It has none of the supporting, inspiring, strengthening ele
ments that the Christian heart alone can know. And so we see that sor
row, according as it is received is either "a saviour of life unto life, or death unto death."—The Interior.
This is the last and completest Who that has ever observed carelefinition of God. It is the Christian fully the faces that meet him on the crowded city street, or any public dea of God. If we ask the sages of thoroughfare, has failed to notice the ntiquity who God is, they have no in- large proportion of sad, discontented elligent answer-only a ruler some- and unhappy faces among the passing there in the universe. Modern phi- unhappiness, perplexity, sorrow and here in the universe. Modern phi throngs. Every shade and degree of alleviation in anything that the gososophy simply replies, he is the pow- distress, can be noted during the r that makes for righteousness. shortest walk along any city thorough Natural science says, he is the first fare. Among them, however, will always be found two types of faces that reat cause. Pantheism answers that reveal clearly the characters of which od is Nature. Heathenism points to they are the indices. They are faces. that are equally marked by lines that ods many. Agnosticism has no indicate deep suffering, and yet they The seers of the Old Testa- convey to the beholder a totally difnent picture him as an Holy King ferent impression. Underneath the eated upon a throne of justice. deep impress of sorrow one shows patience, serenity, peace, resignation, benignity; the other shows discontent, rebellion, envy, often hatred and malevolence. One has an expression that tells of sorrow and suffering patiently borne by a spirit that seeks relief in fleeing to the Highest for refuge and strength and consolation; the other tells of sorrow rebelled against, of disappointments that have soured the spirit, of losses that have warped and embittered the nature. The one is the sorrow that leads to God and to life, the other is "the sorrow of the world that worketh death."
But the gospel includes in its answer all that can be true in any of hese and also reveals him as a personal interest in the humblest man, o whom all men may come, not only is a Creator and Law-giver and Judge, out as a Father.
It reveals God not only to the reason and the conscience, but to the heart, and is a picture not only of the charactor of God teaching us that God is
o us what we are to our childrenonly in a larger and fuller sense, as ie is greater than we are, but also evealing the soul's relation to God s one of filial love and affectionate rust. This conception of God was
Theologians and philosophers are equally baffled in their attempted explanation of the necessity and uses of mortal expect to be able to
sorrow. Never this side the veil can
"Justify the ways of God to man;"
"To live for Christ is far better than nursing the bonds of railroad, or the stock of a bank, or listening to the hum of the wheels of the mill. A single shake of the telegraph wire may unsettle a man, and make a rainy day for him and a heavy heart. is well worth while for a man to have before him as a dream a fine country seat, a garden, quietness, a splendid position in the city; but if that is all he has got, what little satisfaction it will be to him when he comes to that time when he will go upstairs and say, I am not very well to-day; I guess I
won't go to the offce;' and the next day, 'Perhaps you had better go for a doctor.' He lies with his face to the
not born of human philosophy or poe- ground for dispute or question. Some wall; and all the great stores he has
ry, but is the special revelation made the world in Jesus Christ, and outide of the gospel is not to be found. The idea of the fatherhood of God epresents him in the analogy of huan fatherhood as the author of our being, the supplier of our wants, the efender of our lives, the law-giver or our souls, our teacher in eternal hings, our refuge in human weakess, our final home in the soul's
lestinies.-Dr. Smith Baker.
It is expected that a solid Christian Endeavor special train will be run rom the pacific coast to the Monreal convention. Three cars will probbly go from California and one each rom Oregon and Washington. The ast must look to her laurels or the zest will outstrip her in Endeavor
natures are elevated, purified and en-
On the other hand it is equally ap-
built, all the great activities that have felt the touch of his fingers, fade out of his eyes, and he thinks of the other shore, and of what treasures he has laid up beyond the stars. I tell you, then, young men, we want something
more than the things of the present life.
"What a splendid picture that is of Mr. Gladstone going into the little Church and reading the lessons! Is he less great because he believes in God and because he witnesses for his name?
"I think the greatest wreck of all in this world is the loss of a young man. When he goes down, the world is poorer than for anything else that could be lost."-John Wanamaker.