BY NANNIE A. HEPWORTH. Oft within our little cottage, And in hushed and tender tone, Eye and voice would quickly answer, "It was once our mother's way!" If our home be bright and cheery, BOSTON, MAY, 1874. HOW LOVE CONQUERS. BY REV DR. NEWTON. No. 5. There was a good Christian family in England. Mr. and Mrs. Stone were the names of the father and mother, and they had four little children. Mr. Stone's brother had died, leaving a little orphan boy named Jack, about nine years old. As Mr. Stone was the boy's uncle and his nearest relative, he thought that he ought to take him into his family, and bring him up among his own children; but Jack was such a wild wicked boy, that he was afraid of the bad effect he might have on the other children. But finally it was concluded that Jack was to come; and so he came. He had never been taught to obey, and he was very lawless and rude. But he had worse faults than these. He loved to tease and worry his little cousins. He had an ugly disposition, and sometimes broke out into very violent fits of temper, when he would destroy anything he could lay his hands on. Punishment had no effect. Reasoning and coaxing had no effect. His one answer to everything said to him was, "I don't care." His cousin Susie was a gentle, delicate child. She felt very sorry for Jack, because no one loved him; and she was always trying in some sweet, loving way, to make him better. But one day he got very angry with her, and in his rage threw her doll into the fire, tore her hair, and actually scratched her arm till the blood came. As a punishment for this, he was locked up in the lumber-room, which was called "the jail" because it had iron bars across the windows, having once been used as a nursery. He was put on prisoner's fare-bread and wateruntil he should promise to do better. But he was cross and sullen, and he had nothing to say, but, "I don't care." Nobody felt so sorry for Jack as Susie did. "Mother," she said at night, "I can't go to sleep for thinking of poor Jack; all alone, with no light, and nothing ;" and her little lips quivered. The third day had come, and Jack showed no signs of sorrow for his fault. "I don't care," was all he would say. "Mother," said Susie, "mayn't I go and be shut up while Jack comes out to see how pleasant it is; there is no sun there, nor anything." Her mother looked tenderly in the dear child's face, and said, "Go, Susie." Susie went to Jack's door, and unlocking it said, "I asked mother if I might come and take your place, Jack, while you go out and see how pleasant it is; it is so dismal and lonely here." Jack looked up and stared at her. "What a fool you are," said he. Then he walked slowly out, while Mrs. Stone came and locked Susie in. "Let Jack take my dinner down stairs, mother," whispered Susie," and I'll take his dinner up here." At dinner time Jack took his seat opposite Susie's vacant chair. "You can carry up Susie her bread and water," handing him the tray. He took it, and walked away looking very | sober, if not softened. According to Susie's wish, he stayed down stairs all the afternoon till supper time. After dark he asked, "Must Susie stay there all night, if I don't?"" 66 "Yes," said Mrs. Stone. Tears started into Jack's eyes. He ran up stairs, and darting into the jail-chamber, he said: "Susie, you are the very best girl I ever knew. Susie, I'll never, never treat you so again, I'm sorry; I am. I'll try to be a good boy, I will." First, you will take notice that he identified his own interests with the noblest interests of his country. He was not a vermin statesman, he was not a parasitic statesman, who looked upon his country but as a carcass from which he might draw blood. In a venal, corrupt time he held trust and power unsullied and unsuspected. Nothing can speak better for the judgment of corrupt men than the fact that they never dared to approach him-for Mr. Sumner said, with inimitable naivete, "People speak of Washington as being corrupt. I do not believe a word of it; I have been in Washington fifteen years and more, and I have never seen a particle of corruption! No, he never had. He was the last man that any corrupt schemer dared to approach. It is not necessary that men should be greedy and selfish and corrupt in order to be prosperous. The foremost man of his time has died with white hands and a clean heart. honor; and his name remains a glorious name in the galaxy of American patriots. He was a man of courage, and of fidelity to his convictions. He never meanly calculated. He never asked the question whether it was dangerous to speak. He was one of those heroic spirits that carried the fight further than it needed to be carried. He erred by an excess of bravery. He was a selfsacrificing man, giving up every prospect of life for the sake of doing his duty and establishing rectitude. He lost his life, and found it. He has verified the truth that disinterestedness is not inconsistent with the highest ambition. We have not a great many such men. There is not a disposition, in this great, trading, thriving, commercial nation, and in this time of greed, to believe in romantic heroism of character; and it is good for us to be called to the consideration of a man who did not live for himself, and whose nature, naturally revolving about itself, was trained by the principle of justice to develop itself for the welfare of others. I cannot conceive of a man who by nature befitted the courtly circle better than he. If I had looked through all the old State of Massachusetts, I could not have found, it seems to me, one man who would have been more likely to ally himself to government, to party and to illustrious power than Charles Sumner; and it was a marvel of the Providence of God to see this man, who was built apparently to play the part of a sovereign and an aristocrat, filling the office of nurse to the slave child; giving his brilliant knowledge, his unwearied industry, and the fruit which he had gathered from every field, to those who needed succor; and bringing the stores of his literary attainments, the richness of his historical researches, and the accumulated treasures of the ages, which were his, and employing them to build better huts for the emancipated bondmen. If he does not rank with the earlier men of our history; if he does not rank with the inventive geniuses of the age to which he belonged; yet no man in America has ever surpassed Charles Sumner in the entire dedication of the gifts which God granted him, to the service of the poor and needy. Thousands and thousands are blessed by him who have only heard his name to rail at it; for while he secured rights to the poor, and while he removed disabilities from those who were enthralled, not only the particular class for whom he specially labored were benefited, but every honest man in the country, whatever might be his nationality, participated in the bounty which he wrought out. And now he rests, his greatness and his sweetness, And death has molded into calm completeness He has gone to his reward. He has lived a noble and spotless life on earth. He has not been a hero without a blemish; His patriotism sought no aggrandizement of his nation by were weaknesses, not crimes of the soul. They were intensiand yet, his blemishes were not spots of taint. His faults defrauding others. His was not a belligerent nor a selfish ties, partaking somewhat of fierceness, engendered by the high statemanship. He attempted to associate this land of his love conflicts through which he passed. with the best interests of mankind universally. He was an Let us bury them, as we bury his noble form, dust to dust, And let us forget them. advocate of peace. He preached and inspired the sense of under the sod. Let us remember his virtue, his integrity, his justice among nations. Known well in America and in Europe, self-devotion, his enormous industry, his patient humanity, and and esteemed among statesmen and courts and lawyers every-his endurance unto the end as a martyr for liberty. where, his voice was against violence, and for amity based upon justice. His ambition was not for the "manifest destiny " of greediness; it was for the better destiny of temperance, forbearance, patience and plenitude of power for the defence of ourselves, but yet more for the defence of the poor and of the needy. Everywhere aggression met his determined resistance. He was a statesman because he based all procedure on great principles. He was a republican statesman because he sought the welfare of all; and not of a privileged class. In his case this is the more noticeable because his personal habits did not lead him to love association with common people. It was principle, and not personal attraction, that moved him. In some sense it may be said that he denied himself, and loved those who were beneath him. Nay, I think he thought more of mankind than he did of men. I think he loved the principles of justice and of liberty rather than liberty and justice themselves. It was because liberty in practical life glorified the principle of liberty, that he loved it. His faith and works, like streams that intermingle, The crystal clearness of an eye kept single, But round his grave are quietude and beauty, The fitting symbols of a life of duty "No man,' once said Sir Benjamin Rudgard, "is bound to be rich or great; no, nor to be wise; but every man is bound He is an example of personal integrity—an example not a to be honest." little needed. Much assaulted, much misunderstood, partly from his own fault and partly from circumstances, nevertheless he was prosperous, and had an illustrious career, never droop War is the Devil's bunch of keys; and there is not a door ing, and never really blackened by any taint. He has died in of evil which is not unlocked. BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. Spake, full well, in language quaint and olden, Bright and glorious is that revelation, Written all over this great world of ours; Making evident our own creation, In these stars of earth-these golden flowers. In all places then, and in all seasons, And with childlike, credulous affection, The late Duke of Wellington, when being crowned with laurels after a victorious battle, and receiving the personal congratulations of his friends, said, in a deep tone of sadness, "But, O, the cost of this victory! There is nothing so dreadful as a battle won, except a battle lost." [From the War Correspondence of an English Paper during the late War between Prussia and France.] THE GOOD DOG "BEEL," AND THE WOUNDED SOLDIER. "Here, again, I met two or three wounded, but in a fair state of convalescence, limping about slowly. One of these men had a little dog-an iron-gray terrier, unmistakably English-following at his heels, but only on three legs. If the story the man told me is to be believed-and for my own part I had not the slightest hesitation in the matter, his manner of telling it was so simple and earnest-the dog had been the means, under Providence, of saving his master's life. He had been struck by a ball in the chest, near Ham, and lay on the ground for six hours when the fighting was over. He had not lost consciousness, but the blood was flowing freely, and he was gradually getting weaker and weaker. There was none but the dead near him, and his only living companion was the English terrier, who prowled restlessly about him with his master's kepi in his mouth. At last the dog set off at a trot, and the wounded soldier made sure his only friend had deserted him. The night grew dark, the cold was intense, and he had not even the strength to touch his wounds, which every instant grew more and more painful. At length his limbs grew cold, and, feeling a sickly faintness steal upon him, he gave up all hope of life, and recommended himself to God. Suddenly, and when it had come to the worst, he heard a bark which he knew belonged to only one little dog in the world, felt something lick his face, and saw the glare of lanterns. The dog had wandered for miles till he arrived at a roadside cabaret. The people had heard the cannonading all day, and seeing the kept in the dog's mouth, and noticing his restless movements, decided to follow him. He took them straight to the spot-too straight for a little cart they had brought with them to cross fields and hedges-but just in time. When the friendly help arrived the inan had fainted, but he was saved. There were honest tears in the man's eyes when he was telling me, and I fully believed him. The dog, too, had been slightly touched in the leg by a ball in the same battle, and had since been lame. He got him when a puppy from an English sailor at Dunkirk, and called him Beel'; very probably the French for Bill." THE VAGABOND SAGE. An old man of very active physiognomy, answering to the name of Jacob Wilmot, was brought to the police court. His clothes looked as if they might have been bought second-hand in his youthful prime, for they had suffered more from the rubs of the world than the proprietor himself. "What business?" "None; I'm a traveler." "A vagabond, perhaps?" "You are not far wrong. Travelers and vagabonds are about the same thing. The difference is that the latter travels without money and the former without brains." This incident shows the remorse which visits even the con- merit." queror. He was dismissed. LIVE IN LOVE, "TIS PLEASANT LIVING. Be not harsh and unforgiving, If an angry man should meet thee, And assail thee indiscreetly, Show him love hath been thy teacher- Words of kindness, spoke in season, Hast thou known that bitter feeling, A BEAUTIFUL PARABLE. QUEER TOM. Tom Flossofer was the queerest boy I ever knew. I don't think he ever cried. I never saw him. If Fleda found her tulips all rooted up by her pet puppy, and cried, as little girls will, Tom was sure to come round the corner, whistling, and say: "What makes you cry? can you cry tulips? do you think every sob makes a root or a blossom? Here, let's try to right them!' So he would pick up the poor flowers; put their roots into the ground again, whistling all the time; make the bed look smooth and fresh, and take Fleda off to hunt hens' nests in the barn. Neither did he do any differently in his own troubles. One day his great kite snapped the string and flew away far out of sight. Tom stood still one moment, and then turned round to come home, whistling a merry tune. "Why, Tom," said I," aren't you sorry to lose that kite?" "Yes, but what's the use? I can't take more than a minute to feel bad. Sorry' will not bring the kite back, and I want to make another." Just so when he broke his leg. "Poor Tom," cried Fleda, "you can't play any mo-o-o re!" "I'm not poor, either. You cry for me; I don't have to do it for myself, and I have a splendid time to whittle. Besides, when I get well, I shall beat every boy in school on the multiplication; for I say it over and over till it makes me sleepy, every time my leg aches." Tom Flossofer was queer, certainly; but I wish a great many more people were queer that way.-Wood's Magazine. I began to drink rum at twelve years of age. A rich man now in this city (I do not name him) sold me rum when I was not tall enough to reach the top of the counter.' After much more he gave the following: "I had eleven companions-all healthy companions, all healthy young men, all doing well in business. We used to meet to drink and to gamble; we continued our course for some time, and what is the history of us twelve? Six have died drunkards, two have enlisted in state-ships, two are in the House of Correction, one is a drunkard still; I alone have esclaimed this young man, "who have for these many years sold us this rum? Of them in the sight of God I demand those who have gone down to the drunkard's grave, or who are living the drunkard's life. Where, where are my companions?" A rich young man of Rome had been suffering from a severe illness, but at length he was cured, and recovered his health. Then he went for the first time into the garden, and felt as if he were newly born. Full of joy, he praised God aloud. He turned his face up toward heaven, and said, "O Thou Al-caped to tell you. Who were they? who were they," exmighty Giver of all blessings, if a human being could in any way repay Thee how willingly would I give up all my wealth." Hermas, the shepherd, listened to these words, and he said to the rich young man, "All good gifts come from above; thou canst not send anything thither. Come follow me." The youth followed the pious man, and they came to a dark hovel, where there was nothing but misery and lamentation; for the father lay sick, and the mother wept, whilst the children stood around naked and crying for bread. Then the young man was shocked at the scene of distress. But Hermas said, "Behold here an altar for thy sacrifice! Behold here the brethren and representatives of the Lord!" The rich young man then opened his hands, and gave freely and richly to them of his wealth, and tended the sick man. Hermas said, "Ever turn thy grateful looks first toward heaven, and then toward earth." TEN THOUSAND HUMAN BEINGS FOR AN OLD BUCKET.About seven hundred years ago there was a country in Europe talled Modena, and another country lying beside it called Bologna. Some soldiers belonging to the State of Modena took a bucket from a well in the State of Bologna and carried it away. The old bucket was of no value and might have been replaced by a few cents; and it is said the soldiers carried it away in mere fun and frolic. But the people of Bologna took it as a great insult. They declared war against Modena, and had a long and bloody conflict about it. More than ten thouBand human beings were butchered because of the old bucket. Uncle Henry. Here his voice failed, and convulsive sobbing took its place. The effect was intense. Men, hard-fisted men, with childlike hearts, were seen with tears streaming down their weatherbeaten faces, the mourning—fit mourning—over such remembered dead. We will send for gratuitous distribution copies of the Angel, a fresh and beautiful paper, at the rate of 50 cents a hundred. Eastern States, should be directed to Rev. H. C. Dunham, Office Agent, at POSTAGE. Postage always paid at the office of delivery-twelve cents per year per single copy; for Clubs, one cent for every four ounces. CHIEF EXECUTIVE OFFICERS AM. PEACE SOCIETY. HON. EDWARD S. TOBEY, of Boston, President. issued its public protest against this heathen and wicked custom. But while we have cause to feel thankful for the amelioration of military laws, whereby our members are now generally exempt from suffering, we are pained in knowing that war, $100 with all its horrors, is yet allowed and practiced by all the Christian nations, and sanctioned by the larger portious cf the Christian Church. As Christians, we all believe in the fulfillment of prophecy. Dr. Chalmers, more than fifty years ago, testified that "the mere existence of this prophecy of peace is a sentence of condemnation upon war, and stamps a criminality on its very forehead. So soon as Christianity shall gain a full ascendency in the world, from that moment war is to disappear.' 5 00 2.00 2.00 Believing that it is only by a full and proper application of the Gospel in the affairs of nations, as well as individuals, that 2 00 the prophecies in regard to war will be fulfilled; and believing, as a branch of the church which has so long seen the true character of this heathen abomination, that we were not doing all that we should do toward enlightening our brethren on this important subject, most of the Yearly Meetings of Friends have united in the organization of "The Peace Association of 200 Friends in America," to which is delegated this important work, with instructions to labor expressly on their behalf in the more general promotion of the cause of peace. 2.00 2.00 2.00 2 00 The Association, in the fulfillment of its trust, has thus far mostly confined its labors to the printing and circulation of books and tracts, and the publication of a monthly paper called the Messenger of Peace. During the few years of its existence, 2 00 millions of pages have been distributed far and wide, and many acknowledgments have been received of the convincing effects of the truth therein inculcated. The attitude of millions in the prime of manhood, now kept constantly armed and equipped for mutual slaughter by the na5 00 tions of Europe, and the sudden uprising of the war spirit in our midst, convince us of the necessity of further and more direct efforts to arouse and awaken the public to a clearer appreciation of the true character of this monstrous evil. If it is only by the full application of the Gospel that war can be abol$206 02 ished, surely it is the duty of the church to labor for its proper application. 111 02 Henry Hoyt issues a Sunday school volume, entitled John Dane, by A. M. D. A well written story illustrates the struggles of an enquiring mind, with the temptations to religious doubts of our times, the Scriptural motto of the book itself, "Other foundation can no man lay than is laid, which is Christ Jesus." Waiting Hours written by an English authoress, Anna Shipton, and published by Henry Hoyt, an instructive and spiritual volume; illustrates from personal experience the ways of divine providence in Christian service and cannot be read without profit. But, in view of the apathy that so generally prevails, we feel constrained to appeal directly to our Christian brethren, individually and collectively, earnestly entreating them to take this subject into prayerful consideration in all its bearings. Can we believe that if the members of the Christian church everywhere were entirely to refrain from taking part in carnal warfare, that professedly Christian nations could any longer continue the custom? If we believe this, we must also believe that the responsibility for the continuance of war rests upon the church. Dear fellow professors, can you rest satisfied in continuing to bear the weight of this awful responsibility? While statesmen and publicists are laboring to relieve suffering humanity from the blight of this dreadful curse, the church The Weaponless Watcher, a non-sectarian monthly, pub-its slumber and to proclaim its supremacy! Is not eighteen of Christ remains silent. Surely it is time for it to arise from lished at 50 cents a year, when prepaid. Each number contains Lessons on German,-from the alphabet to poetry and music, inclusive-explained in English. German and English productions by various authors of different localities and societies. Histories of sects and denominations are continued side by side. The Watcher is devoted to the welfare of the human family. For sample copies send 10 cents. Address, SAMUEL ERNST, Lancaster, Penn. AN APPEAL TO CHRISTIANS, INDIVIDUALLY AND COLLECTIVELY, ON BEHALF OF THE CAUSE OF PEACE. It is well known to our Christian brethren that the Religious Society of Friends has ever believed that all war is entirely forbidden by the Gospel, and that, in accordance with that belief, its members have as a rule, refrained from taking any part in carnal warfare; and for refusing to comply with military requisitions, or to pay fines for thus refusing, many, in years past, have suffered distraint of goods to large amounts, and not a few have been imprisoned. Beside a passive testimony thus borne by members individually, the Society has, from time to time hundred years long enough for its white robes, which should be pure and spotless, to have been stained in blood? Must the skirts of the visible church be longer polluted with the gore of widow? While war, as has been said, seems to aim at setting the battlefield, and stained with the tears of the orphan and the up the kingdom of Satan in the earth, alas! the church remains to be its very bulwark. Surely it is time to wipe out this reproach against Him, at whose coming into the world, peace on earth and good will to men was proclaimed, and engage in this holy warfare against the supremacy of Satan's kingdom. Therefore, in behalf of suffering humanity, and in behalf of the cause of the blessed Prince of Peace, whose mission on earth is not fulfilled while wars continue-in true Christian love, we again entreat you to give this subject the consideration it justly merits. On behalf and by direction of the Peace Association of Friends in America. ROBERT L. MURRAY, President, New York. DANIEL HILL, Secretary, New Vienna, Ohio. MURRAY SHIPLEY, Treasurer, Cincinnati, Ohio. New Vienna, Ohio, First mo. 1, 1874. } |