memory of His faithful servants perish. They "ever blossom in the dust." And now the world has grown familiar with the name, the character, and the achievements of this Christian woman, whom, in life, it knew not. God has said, and it shall evermore be true, "The memory of the just is blessed."

Greater far than the cruel triumphs of the ambitious man of blood is the meek, loving, unselfish life of Sarah B. Judson, who lived and died for the dusky children of India. No grand mausoleum covers her grave, but the beauty and brightness of her life far outshine those of the dethroned monarch who desolated Europe with robbery and blood.

"She sleeps sweetly here on this rock of the

ocean,

Away from the home of her youth, And far from the land where with heartfelt de

votion

She scattered the bright beams of truth."

The Story of an Old Trunk.

BY THE EDITOR.

"Wonderful! Just think! Thirty-five years this day! Just now it occurs to me, as my eye falls on the date of this day, May 6." Thus I soliloquized, until one near my study table asked"What is wonderful?" Strange that the sight of a date should open to view such a world of memories. I had often thought over it all, but this time I seemed to live it all over again. It was on May 6, 1846. A pleasant, balmy spring morning; the morning fixed for my first departure for College. Of all that had preceded I will not now speak. It was to be my first home-leaving, the first passing out from under the watch ful parental care of home into the untried life of a College student. Both parents did their part in providing the needed outfit. Naturally the inventive affection of my mother did the most. A trunk was closely packed with a world of little and larger articles-not even forgetting needles, thread, woolen yarn, and a piece of beeswax. For weeks before her busy hands knitted, sewed and wrought in many ways, and meanwhile her heart prayed for her

youngest born about to leave home. I watched her folding and packing; one article after the other was carefully put in its place. Now and then a tear warm from her heart fell into the trunk. Not that I went without her consent. Indeed she was thankful for the privilege of giving a son to the ministry. Still the cheerful offering cost her mother's heart many a tear; perhaps more for my sake than for hers. Her tears were packed with the other gifts of love in the trunk. The garments and other useful articles have long since been worn out, but the tears remain to me a fresh and imperishable blessing.

At length the trunk was carried on the front porch. Meanwhile the carriage came to take me to the train. Many caresses and kisses had she lavished on me in childhood. For some years I had entered into the more bashful and shy period of youth and early manhood, when one's filial affection is less demonstrative. That first parting on the front porch, receiving my dear mother's parting embrace, sobbing as she kissed me, and wiping the fast-falling tears from her face, as we rode out the lane; all this came back so freshly to heart this 6th day of May, 1881, that for a while I could think of nothing else but this. How many pleasant discoveries did I make when I first came to unpacking my trunk in my College to room! Many days after, I continued discover little nick-nacks, keepsakes and things pleasant to have, which she had hidden in some unexpected corner of the trunk. I saw her afterwards, prayed with her when sick, and stood by her side when her soul went to heaven, and often since have I visited her grave. Yet in thinking of her, she mostly appears to my mind in connection with her busy motherly care when providing my first outfit for College. Not as a distressed and feeble invalid, nor as a dying saint, do I now think of her the oftenest, but in her plain dress and tidy white cap, her pale face beaming with love, and her black eyes glistening with tears, as she crouched down aside of the open trunk and carefully packed its precious contents. And somehow, to this day, I have a notion that the placing of every package into the trunk was attended with a prayer for me.

A new house now stands in place of the old homie. How often, when sitting on a later porch which covers the site of the old one, looking out upon the same fields and starry skies which she used to see, did this scene of the 6th of May, 1846, crowd upon my memory. Amid newer buildings and changed surroundings, not only the images, but the reality of the old live on in one's life. From twilight of evening till far into the night do I yearly sit in solemn reverie on the later porch, and while listening and looking at the voices and sounds of the night coming on, commure with the spirits and lives of the years gone by.

The trunk, now old and travel-worn, I have sacredly preserved. For you, dear reader, it would have no attractions; for me it has a precious value. Not for a great price would I consent to part with it. Often have I opened its lid and looked into its empty parts, and passed my hands over its inner surface, and gratefully thought and felt how in all these years past it has been filled with the tearful blessings of a mother's love. How strange, yet how true, that a mother's prayers can be thus associated with and hallow a perishable relic of the past!

I crave the reader's pardon for inflicting on him this bit of personal history. I do it because many others have as kind a Christian mother as mine was and still is, although in heaven; such I would fain admonish to appreciate and improve her lessons and her love. In many things we have a common experience in others every life is different from those of all others. My mother died ten years before my father. Her death left him exceedingly forlorn and sad. He would often sit by himself in thoughtful loneliness, and wander to her grave and weep there. For, such bereavements in the case of old people are much more distressing and incurable than in that of younger ones. wound of an old being, whether it be a tree or a human heart, is slow of healing. Thus when one is taken to heaven and the other is left, the surviving one carries to the grave a painful sense of loss, while the departed one has all gain and glory.

The

All true poetry is catholic. Thou

sands of people can say just as I can that Harbaugh's "Hemweh" precisely expresses their own experience, speaks the deepest feelings of their own hearts. The following stanzas touch a tender chord in many hearts, as they always do in mine.

Zwee Blaetz sin do uf daere Bortsch,
Die halt ich hoch in Acht,
Bis meines Lebens Sonn versinkt
In schtiller Dodtes-Nacht!
Wo ich vum alte Vaterhaus

'S erscht mol bin gange fort,

Schtand mei' Mammi weinend da,
An sellem Rigel dort;
Un nix is mir so heilig nau
Als grade seller Ort.

Ich kann se heit noch sehne schteh, Ihr Schnuppduch in d'r Hand; Die Backe roth, die Aage nass

O, wie sie doch do schtand! Dort gab ich ihr mei' Faerewell

Ich weinte als ich's gab, 'S war's letschte Mol in daere Welt, Dass ich's ihr gewe hab! Befor ich widder kumme bin

War sie in ihrem Grab!

Nau, wann ich an mei' Mammi denk, Un meen, ich dhet se seh,

So schteht sie an dem Rigel dort

Un weint, weil ich wek geh! Ich seh sie net im Schockelschtuhl ! Net an keem annere Ort; Ich denk net an sie als im Grab: Juscht an dem Rigel dort! Dort schteht sie immer vor mei'm Herz Un weint noch liebreich fort!

Was macht's dass ich so dort hi' guk, An sell End vun der Bank! Weescht du's? Mei' Herz is nocht net dodt,

Ich wees es, Gott sei Dank! Wie manchmal sass mei Dady dart, Am Summer-Nochmiddag, Die Haende uf der Schoose gekreist, Sei schtock bei Seite lag. Was hot er dort im Schtille g'denkt ? Wer mecht es wisse-sag?

V'rleicht is es 'n Kindheets-Draam, Dass ihn so sanft bewegt;

Oder is er 'n Jingling jetz,

Der scheene Plane legt! Er hebt sei' Aage uf juscht nau Un gukt weit iwer's Feld; Er seht v'rleicht d'r Kerchhof dort, Der schun die Mammi helt! Er sehnt v'rleicht noch seiner Ruh Dort in der bessere Welt!

Children's Prayers.

Many little ones are taught silly trash in childhood, by those who do not seem to consider that when those little learners are old this silly stuff will rise to the surface, and they will be compelled to lament, like an aged woman of my acquaintance, "I have nothing but foolish ditties of my childhood that I can think of in my old age." Let me entreat parents, in all their instructions, to teach the children to pray.

As I am passing from seventy-five to eighty, it is delightful to allow memory to run back to my mother's first lessons, such as these:

"Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber."
"What is the chief end of man?"
"Our Father which art in heaven."

"Now I lay me down to sleep,

I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to keep:
If I should die before I wake,
I pray Thee, Lord, my soul to take."

Dr. Landis suggests this morning

prayer:

"Now I from my sleep awake,

I pray Thee, Lord, for Jesus' sake, To guard me safely through the day, And keep me in Thy heavenly way." Another presents the following:

"Now I awake and see the light;
Thou, God, hast kept me through the night;
To Thee I lift my eyes and pray
That Thou would'at keep me through the
day:

If I should die befcre 'tis done,
O'God! accept me through Thy Son."
Permit me also to offer one more:

Good Shepherd! guard my life this day;
Lord, lead me in Thy holy way.
That I may never stray again,
And be Thy child for aye. Amen.

-Rev. Joel Jewett.

Be They Few or Many.

It was said of a certain statesman that "he had so much interest for men in masses, that he had none for them as individuals."

Whether this be true of him or not, pastors are sometimes in danger of thinking of the congregation, rather than of the persons of which it is composed. One sultry Sabbath evening we sat in the study window, meditating on the theme for the approaching service. A mood of depression came over the spirit, and we thought, "What is the use? It is a dull night. There will be but few out. I wish it was over." Just then the people began to gather. The first was a widow, accompanied by her oldest son, for whom she had recently felt great concern. Then came an aged man, who was seldom able to get so far from home as the church. After him followed a venerable widow, "of more than four-score years," who had already been twice at service that day. The next we noticed was a worthy man in great financial embarrassment, and then a young couple, just married, but without religion; and so they continued to gather, one by one; and as they passed the window the thought arcse, "Are these all coming out this sultry evening to listen to the Gospel?" In an instant the depression was gone, and in its place were hopefulness and energy. When in the pulpit we lost sight of the congregation, and thought only of those who "needed us most.' Perhaps they were blessed. We know that the preacher was not without comfort.

The congregation may be small, yet "each heart knoweth its own bitterness," and the "pastor may feed the flock one by one; " and if it be numbered by hundreds, he will reach more hearts by thinking of the needs of a few, than if he is lost in contemplating his congregation.-Christian Advocate.

OCTOBER 2.

1881.

20. And all the children of Israel departed from the presence of Moses.

21. And they came, every one whose heart stirred him up, and every one whom his spirit made him willing, and they brought the Lord's offering for the work of the tabernacle of the congregation, and for all his service, and for the holy garments.

22. And they came both men and women, as many as were willing-hearted, and brought bracelets, and earrings, and rings, and tablets, and all jewels of gold: and every man that of fered, offered an offering of gold unto the Lord.

23. And every man with whom was found blue, and purple, and scarlet, and fine linen, and goats' hair, and red skins of rams, and badgers' skins, brought them.

24. Every one that did offer an offering of silver and brass brought the Lord's offering:

and every man, with whom was found shittim wood for any work of the service, brought it.

25. And all the women that were wise-hearted did spin with their hands, and brought that which they had spun, both of blue, and of purple, and of scarlet, and of fine linen.

26. And all the women whose heart stirred them up in wisdom spun goats' hair.

27. And the rulers brought onyx-stones, and stones to be set, for the ephod, and for the breastplate;

28. And spice, and oil for the light, and for the anointing oil, and for the sweet incense.

29. The children of Israel brought a willing offering unto the Lord, every man and woman, whose heart made them willing to bring for all manner of work, which the Lord had commended to be made by the hand of Moses.

What has this Sunday been called? Why? How is the idea of renewal expressed by the Gospel for the day? How in the Epistle? How is the Collect. related to this idea? Who is the principle of this renewal of our being? What then is the kev-note?

What is the subject of our lesson to-day? What instance of free-giving is related in this lesson? Is God pleased with such giving? 2 Cor. ix. 7.

VERSE 20. For what purpose had Moses called this meeting of the children of Israel? What was the tabernacle? From whom had Moses received his directions in regard to the erection of the tabernacle? When and where? Where were the children of Israel at the time referred to in this lesson? How long after the exodus from Egypt was this?

21. What fact is stated in this verse? What was the motive of these offerings? Did God desire any other than free-will offerings? Exod. xxv. 2. Why not? To what objects were these offerings devoted?

VERSES 22-24. Did men and women alike make offerings? Did all the people bring offerings? What things were given first? Do people devote their jewels to the service of God now? But do many spend for jewelry that which they owe to the Lord? What offerings are mentioned next? How many colors are mentioned among these offerings? What are

we to understand by these? What kinds of textiles were offered? How many kinds of skins? What was the object of these? What other metals, besides gold, were offered? What kind of wood was presented? What is shittim wood?

Will you name the materials used in the structure of the tabernacle? How many were from the mineral kingdom? How many from the vegetable? How many from the animal?

VERSES 25-26. What is said of the women? How was spinning done in ancient times? Was it a noble thing for the women to be engaged in the work of the tabernacle? Should ladies find time now to work for the church? VERS. 27-28. Who were the rulers? What did they offer? What was the ephod? The breastplate? What was the object of the spice and of the oil?

29. How is this verse related to the preceding verses? Did they even offer more than was required? Exod. xxxvi. 5-7. Is that ever the case now when a church is to be built? Why not? What was the amount of gold, silver, and brass (copper) consumed in the building of the tabernacle? Exod. xxxviii. 24-29.

Who were the chief builders of the tabernacle? Exod. xxxvi. 1. How were they prepared for this work? Does natural talent and skill for any art always come from the Lord? In whose service should they be employed then?