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whereas he discovered a new world and had opened the gates to one of the grandest continents of the globe. Christopher Columbus was a great public benefactor, though in his patient selfdenying efforts at exploration and discovery, he was not conscious of the scheme in which he was eDgaged. Envy and persecution followed him, and he was made to feel the devilish ingratitude of the men of his day. His memory is embalmed in the progress of the world, and it is precious in the sight of all men.

But where shall we end if we keep on following the great lights, as these shine so grandly in the history of the world's progress? There is no end to the catalogue of their names. Hence it will be well to come down from their high level, and to hunt for gems in the lower conditions of God's great household. Just as in the sky above our heads the larger bodies and constellations do not make up all the glory of the heavenly hemispheres, and as in the vegetable kingdom tall majestic oaks are not lifted beyond the vital kinship of the tiny grass, so in the social world great and extraordinary men are not the only bearers of shining graces. In the homes of the lowly, and in the hovels of the poor, see how they toil and how they spin! Day after day, from early dawn up into the silent hours of the night, they drudge and labor. It is true, it may be said that the force of necessity is upon them; vtill many of these toiling millions furnish examples of heroism, which will not dim in the presence of the higher luminaries. Indeed the noble grace of patience grows much more largely along the rugged pathways of the obscure children of toil, than it does in the flowery courses of the pampered children of fortune.

Some people never get beyond the upper strata of society, in their intercourse and study ; they fail to know that there are many gems imbedded in the strata below. Such may imagine that tbey have a fair and full knowledge of what we call manhood. Should any one deal, in the same partial way, with the study of animal history, he would hardly receive the honorary title of philosopher from the councils of the wise. Elephants, lioos, and Bengal tigers, are lordly specimens of the brute world;

but, though they stand on the upper level, they are far from monopolizing the wonders of the kingdom to which they belong. Treasures of earth often lie deep down; they are often buried far below the surface. So the graces of the humble, though destitute of the brilliancy and lustre of genius and of the outward adornments of wealth and culture, may turn out to be gems which will sparkle most brightly when once the Lord will make up the celestial coronet of His glorified humanity.

Thus far we have only looked into secular history for illustrations of our theme. The world has done nobly in showing the manly quality of genuine patience. If it had not been for these men of one idea, these martyrs of selfsacrificing energy, we would not now have the comforts of life which are showered upon us thick and merry as snow-flakes in a winter day. All honor to the memory of progressive genius, then, while we look in the pages of eacred history for evidences of a still higher growth of the noble grace we are coasidering.

Away back in the days of the patriarchs and of the prophets this grace was not only at hand and fully in force; but it stood under the specific direction of divine power. Like the wise men from the East, it was guided by a star from the heavenly world. Hence these holy men of old laid out a course of advancement for the whole human family, before the moral grandeur and social beneficence of which all the glory of secular progress dims and pales. Abraham, Moses, David, Daniel, are but a few among so many who have done great and wonderful works, only because they feared God and walked in the light and power of His will. Some of these ancient saints rose high in worldly power and prosperity; others received the crown of martyrdom as their reward for their patient continuance in well doing. But to-day their memory is a blessing and a light in the earth, nor shall their patience ever be forgotten. If we owe profound gratitude to those who have brought us the material improvements of this age, we may well bow before high heaven and bless God for the pious example of all those His servants, who have waited under the diepeneation of the law for the coming of a new and better covenant.

The apostles and evangelists were not brilliant and shining lights of earthly greatness. They were full of faith and of the Holy Ghost, and hence they had a marvellous power for subduing the wisdom and power of the world. They were despised and persecuted bearers of the Cross, and still they had the springs of life, not only for themselves, but for all the world besides. Peter, and John, and Paul, these three and many, very many more, have sent out streams of living water to gladden and beautify the earth, though they were as sheep among wolves and were martyrs either in will or in fact. They had seen and handled the word of life; they had the example of Jesus continually before their eyes; they lived and acted under His personal guidance even unto death; their conversation was in heaven while they were yet pilgrims and strangers on the earth. They were the salt of the earth, and the light of the world, because they were God's elect and the patient servants of His Son, Jesus Christ. In the goodly followship of the prophets, and in the glorious company of the apostles, and in the ncble army of martyrs, the Sun of righteousness has lightened the Gentiles.

Jesus turned water into wine, fed multitudes with a few loaves and fishes, commanded one of the twelve to catch a fish in the mouth of which the needed tribute money would be found, and did a great many more things which prove that He was not limited in His power as all other men are. Still He lived thirty years, before He made any display of this kind of superhuman power. Foxes had holes, and birds had nests, but He had not where to lay His head. Singular indeed that the long period of thirty years was spent in poverty and obscurity by One, who proved Himself master of all the issues of life and death afterwards. Yet even while He did that and supplied the wants of others with a lavish hand, He betrayed no desire to rise above the trials of His lowly life. Besides He endured the ingratitude and blind malice of the people, for the benefit of whom He had entered on His mission of mercy. They sought to kill Him, and He knew that they would

finally crucify Him, but He made no signs of escape. He deliberately prepared for His end, and died praying for His murderers.

Such was the patience of Jesus, the sinless one. It was His will and pleasure to come down to men, to bear with them and for them the burden of human want and misery, so that He might save them from the wreck and ruin of sin. This was the ideal, which the prophets of old foresaw and proclaimed. This was the personal divine presence, which the apostles saw, handled, and felt. And these things are written for our learning that, through patience an I comfort of the Scriptures, we might have hope.

Facts, such as we have before us in history, and especially in the sinless life of Jesus Christ, ought to teach us the holy grace of that kind of patience which is gradually overcoming all the powers of evil. As every one may see, this is not that sort of amiable weakness, which makes men indifferent and indolent, in either worldly or spiritual matters. Both the patience of the Lord and of His saints, and that of the live men of the world, is characterized by intense earnestness .and never failing activity. No better models to grow by, and do by, and live by, and die by, can ever be produced within the limits of human experience, than those which come to us in the life-current of this Christian age. This life-current is full of divine light and power, as well as of high and noble human energy. In its vital force it U possible to rise in wisdom, goodness, happiness, honor, glory.

Now is the time to begin to study, and to follow, the example of the wise, and of the Lord and His saints. The younger we begin, the better it will be. Life must have a definite and noble aim, or it will prove a failure. It is a great folly to waste any part of our time in blind, aimless living. Whoever does this will have cause to regret it bitterly some day. To aim at something good and great, and never to give up till the object is either gained or defeat honorably sustained, is the plain common sense wisdom which the Lord inspires, and which a rational self-respect dictates. If any one lacks wisdom, let him ask of God; and if any one will do what the wisdom of God dictates, he shall know whether the force of a manly Christian activity is from God, or whether it is the work and influence simply of weak and shortsighted men.

"I am the light of the world. He that cometh unto me shall not walk in darkness, but shall have the light of life."

Lafayette at Bunker Hill.

Gen. Lafayette deserves to be held in grateful recollection by all Americans. As Webster says: "Through him the electric spark of liberty was conducted from the New World to the Old," for which service he suffered years of imprisonment in an Austrian dungeon. At the laying of the corner-stone of the Bunker HiJl Monument on June 17, 1825, he visited America for the last time. As the guest of a grateful nation he was then present at this ceremony. Josiah Quincy,.then one of the aids of the Governor of Massachusetts, took an active part in the transactions of this memorable day. In his Leaves from old Journals in the New York Independent, he gives a graphic picture of the occasion. He says: '"He (Lafayette) told us that Bunker Hill had been the pole star upon which his eyes had been fixed, and he rejoiced in the prospect of assisting at 'the grand half-secular jubilee ' which was to take place the next day. I can see him as lie then stood before us, looking all the better for his extended travels. A fine, portly figure, near six feet high, wearing lightly the three-score and ten years he had nearly completed, showing no infirmity save the slight lameness incurred in our defense, at the battle of Brandywine—such was the outward person of the General. His face, on nearer view showed traces of the sufferings through which he had passed; but his brown wig, which set low upon his forehead, concealed some of the wrinkles which time writes upon the brow, and made it difficult to realize that he was the comrade of the bald and white-headed veterans who came to greet him. The wig, however, did yeoman service. Without it he could never have ridden with his hat off through

the continuous receptions and triumphal entries which were accorded him.

"We have lately had a surfeit of centennial anniversaries; we have come to take them indifferently and as a matter of course. They seem little more than conventional compliments toa past with which no living link connects us. How can I give an idea of the freshness and feeling with which we celebrated the fiftieth return of the day when the great battle of our Revolution had been fought? Every circumstance seemed to conspire to add dignity and pathos to the occasion. The day was simply perfect; as perfect as if made expressly for the imposing scenes it was to witness. Never before had so many people been packed into the city (Boston). 'Everything that has wheels and everything which has legs,' in the language of a stage-driver of the period, 'used them to get to Boston.' My orders were to be at the Subscription House at nine in the morning. This wa* the new name for the mansion at the head of Park Street, which had recently been opened as a club-house—the first, I believe, known in New England. The duty assigned me was to meet the survivors of the Battle of Bunker Hill, and to introduce them to the General; a privilege this never to be forgotten. I passed along the line of old men, taking the name of each of them from his lips, and repeating it to Lafayette. He immediately pronounced the name after me in tones of the deepest interest, as if that of a dear personal friend, and then, advancing, grasped the hand of each veteran with tender cordiality. There was no crowd of idle witnesses to gaze upon the scene. I stood the one young man among these honored heroes. If there were dry eyes in the room, mine were not among them. It was a scene for an historical picture, by an artist who could feel its interest. Thank Heaven, it escaped the conscious posings and other vulgarities of the modern photograph! No field or staff officer of the battle survived; but there was a captain, by the name of Clark, bending beneath his ninety-five years, who brought colonial times under King George into contact with the great republic which had succeeded them. It was my duty to attach to the breast of each of these survivors a badge of | honor, which wan worn dining the day. ) The occasion was to be consecrated by prayer, and the venerable Joseph Thaxter, ttia chiplaia of Presjott's own regiment, rose to officiate. Half a century before this man had stood upon that very spot, and in the presence of brave men, for whom that morning sun was to know no setting, called on Him who can save by many or by few for aid in the approaching struggle. What thoughts filled the minds of the patriots who had listened to Mr- Thaxter 's prayer in this place. What wonderful changes surrounded their descendants. And here was ajrain lifted the feeble voice of the old man to invoke the Unchangeable, to ask the blessing of Him who is the same yesterday, to-day and forever. I note this prayer as Mi the while the most impressive circumstance of this memorable day.

"When offered a seat with the official personages on the stage Lafayeite replied: 'No, I belong there, among the survivors of the Revolution, and there I must sit.' Thus he sat, without a shelter under a hot June sun, with the old scar-worn revolutionary soldiers— 'a company of venerable old men, covered with badges and attended with the greatest respect.' Seated among these venerable warriors of other days heightened the enthusiasm of the multitude for the great French patriot. He was the hero of the occasion. A brilliant civil and military escort led him through the crowded streets. 'It seemed as if no spot where human foot could plant itself were left unoccupied Even the churches along the route had been opened, and their windows were thronged with ladies.

"The eventful day was welcomed by the roaring of cannon, which woke us at early dawn. The whole city was soon in motion. Carriages were driving at a tremendous rate; t he troops were asserabling on the Common; and the streets were thronged by multitudes, huirying to and fro. Great apprehensions were yesterday entertained with regard to the weather; but every one said: 'It must be a fair day on the seventeenth,' and I heard that an old man in Atdover exclaimed : ' The Lord will not permit it to rain on that day.'

The heavens were never more propitious. The showers of yesterday laid the dust and cooled the atmosphere, and it wa», indeed, the perfection of weather.

"Mr. Webster looked like one worthy to be the orator of such an occasion. Scarcely had he pronounced a few sentence?, when he was interrupted by the shouts of the throng beyond the barriers. Their cries sounded wildly in the distance, and for some moments great apprehensions were felt that their anxiety to hear Mr. Webster would induce them to break through all restraint and rur'h forward upon the place where the ladies were seated. The countenances of the gentlemen upon the stage expressed deep anxiety, and some of the ladies almost fainted from alarm. We exerttd all our influence to induce those about us to r> main quiet. It was an appalling moment. Some of the crowd had begun to climb upon our seats and pull away the awning that protected us. If the multitude beyond had followed them, it would have produced a conflict with the military and a painful scene. The guards, constables, and marshals in vain endeavored to keep order. Mr. Webster seemed much agitated, and said, with an air of deep regret: 'We frustrate our own work.' Then, by a sudden impulse, he came forward, and, with one of his commanding looks, called to the marshals, in a voice of thunder: 'Be silent yourselves, and the people WILL obey!' The commotion ceased almost instantly, and Mr. Webster again commenced his oration."

The great orator thus grandly addressed Lafayette, and to the old soldiers, too, among whom Lafayette was seated, he spoke the following words: '• Veterans: You are the remnant of many a well-fought battle-field. You hring with you marks of honor from Trenton and Monmouth, from Yorktown, Camden, Bennington and Saratoga. Veteransof Iialf A Century I When in your youthful days you put everything at hazard in your country's cause, good as the cause was, and sanguine as youth is, still your fondest hopes did not stretch onward to an hour like this! At a period to which you could not reasonably have expected to arrive, at a moment of national prosperity such as you could never have foreseen, you are now met here to enjoy | the fellowship of old soldiers and to receive the overflowings of a universal gratitude. But your agitated countenances and your heaving breasts inform me that even this is not an unmixed joy. I perceive that a tumult of contending feelings rushes upon you. The images of the dead, as well as the persons of the living present themselves before you. The scene overwhelms you, and I turn from it. May the Father of all mercies smile upon your declining years, and bless them!"

Tourists up the Valley.

BY REV. E. H. DIEHL, SUMMUM, ILL.

So numerous and diversified are the fertile valleys and picturesque mountains of our beautiful country, that it is almost impossible to tell where the Supreme Architect has made the master stroke of His creation. We may ascend the rugged cliffs of the snow-capped Sierras to feast our eyes upon the fine panoramas of the Pacific slope, or penetrate their dark mines, deep canons, and dense forests; glide over the crystal lakes of the north, or roam through the orange groves and cotton fields of the south; yet nowhere do we find a spot without interest to the traveler.

The readers of The Guardian will please accompany us on a 7-weeks' trip up the Mississippi Valley. It is a sultry morning in the middle of July. Our oil-cloth-covered spring wagon is supplied with a stove, cooking utensils, bedding, provisions, and all the necessary equipage needed by a quartet of first-class tourists. Gath pulls on the lines, and our spirited bays dash away leaving Central Illinois in the rear. We passed over the finest fertile prairies in the State, and on the evening of the fourth day we camped on a bluff overlooking the three cities of Rock Island, Moline and Davenport, with the broad Mississippi rolling between them. The mirrow was Sunday. We attended matin at St. Joseph's cathedral. These three cities, with a combined population of 48,000, possess many interesting attractions. Their manufacturing establishments are immense.

Rock Island alone annually markets $9,000,000 worth of her farm implements, glass, flour, etc, saying nothing of her beer and tobacco manufacturing. Near by, on a fine island, is the largest United States arsenal in this country.

On Monday we crossed the iron bridge into Iowa. Farmers were harvesting their grain. Vast prairie farms, teeming with a rich crop of cereals, fruit and vegetables greeted our eyea as far a.% we could behold. In Dubuque county we bounded over stony roads, up and down steep hills, not very much unlike the mountainous roads of Pennsylvania. Among the hills stands the quiet village of Zwingli. There is something significant about this place and its people. It was founded by Rev. F. C. Ban man and the Messrs. Corts of western Pennsylvania, who are the pioneers of the Reformed Church in Io*a. They have succeeded in establishing a community of exenplary citizens, whose influence for good is felt for miles around. Verily, this is a desirable place to live. Its rich valleys, springs and rivulets of sparkling, cool water; its shaded hills and productive fields; its flue farm mansions and beautiful fmit and flower gardens—all are calculated to make it as valuable as it is attractive. Several of our former class-mates of Blairstown Academy reside here. How pleasant, after a lapse of seven eventful years, to meet these friends again I A few hours of social chat—living our school-days over again —and we are off.

We re-cros-ed the Mississippi at Dubuque, and in a few hours' drive camped in southwest Wisconsin, among the "badgers." They are a clevtr, hospitable people, and we know no valid reason why they should be dubbed •' badgers." Over fifty miles we pas* through the rich galena fields of Graut county. The ores of these mines yield nearly 95 per cent, pure lead, and are smelted in furnaces near by. The soil is very fertile and abundantly watered with the finest springs in the west.

A*"ter dining near Viruqua, we visited Mouut Henderson and Monumental Mountain. The former is a clumsy, cone-shaped mass of rock and earth, whose base is ornamented with a thrifty crop of the well-known whortleberry of

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