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the Allegheny mountains. Its sum- La Crosse. Here we stopped a few days mit, tapering nearly to a point, is cov- to visit friends. ered with shrubs and pine, eave where We crossed the “ Father of Waters” the flinty rock affords no soil. Upon the third time at La Crescent. Now this dizzy height, beneath the ever- we are in Minnesota--the great wheat green's shade, where zephyrs in summer field of America. When we see thouplay and angry storms in winter howl, sands of acres of golden wbeat shocks is found a “ city of the dead.” Seven at one sight, we can easily understand tombs are marked with marble slabs. why our country is appropriately called Infancy, youth, manhood, and extreme the cornucopia of the world. Large old age lie silent there. How solemn colonies of Europeans, unable to make the thought! How grand the scene a comfortable livelihood in their native around ! Shall they, when Gabriel land, have, after a quarter of a century sounds his trumpet, be prepared to ac- of toil, become possessors of the soil, cept the Saviour's welcome plaudit, and are now living in wealth and “Well done, good and faithful servant, luxury. etc?"

| Southward now we wend our way. Monumental Mountain is a column One day we are in Norway-eat Norof rock 90 feet high, 7 feet square at wegian bread and shoot Norwegian the base and 18 feet square at the top. game. The next day we travel through It leans nearly 3 degrees towards the Scotland. And who does not appreeast. It has stood the storm and wea- ciate the hospitality of an American ther of ages, yet it looks as if a boy Highlander ? Another day we pass could topple it over with a slender reed. through Ireland, and then we come to Its summit can only be reached by a German settlement. It is noticeable means of ropes and ladders. Many that the Hibernians are not as successambitious adventurers, like the Virginia ful in agriculture as their German youth, who tried to write his name neighbors. above that of Washington, have baz- &t Independence, Iowa, we made a arded their lives to cut their names on short visit through several wards of the the side of this flinty shaft, as near the Asylum for the Insane. The building top as possible. Around the base the is a fine stone structure, occupying an stone is worn about three inches deep by eminence overlooking the city, situated the anxious tourist's tread.

on each side of the Wapsipinicon river, About half of the distance between in whose turbid waters one of our misthe murky Wisconsin and La Crosse sionaries came near losing his life sepcity, we pass over the roughest, stoniest eral years ago, by trying to ford it road in the Mississippi Valley. Some where a bridge was taken away. Seven times we are in a deep, narrow ravine, miles south of the city is the Joy shut in from the outside world by steep, House. It is no fifth story mansion mountainous hills and heavy forests-- with mansard roof, bay windows, and sometimes slowly climbing along a all the modern improvements; but simmountain-side, with its summit above us ply a huge boulder on the wild prairie, and an abyss on the opposite side below. resembling at a distance an ordinary In descending a newly-made Norwegian farm residence. On the south side, near narrow-gauge wagon-road of this region, its base, we camped one fine night in one afternoon, our coach upset. Had it August, while the mellow light of the not been for some saplings and brush on moon looked down upon us in all i'8 the nether side, and the timely effort of beauty, and gentle breezes played Gath to promptly halt the team, our among the grass and herbage, Tradiwhole outfit might have been precipita- tion informs us that this immense ted over the rocky surface ninety feet boulder received its name 40 years ago below. Fortunately, our only damage from a man named Joy, who, partially was a broken plate, the loss of some intoxicated one night, approached it, plum butter and ground coffee, and a and thinking it å hotel, demanded trifling contusion on the driver's lower lodging. Receiving no response, he lay left limb. In a few minutes we were on down by its side, and when he awoke the truck again wheeling away towards next morning in possession of his right mind, he soberly considered what proper education and training of its brought him there. He made a faith-young. ful vow never to drink intoxicating liquor again, deposited a half dollar in

Not Worth Coveting. a crevice of the rock for his night's lodging, and went on his way a better When some one was relating a little man, and ever thereafter kept his story to the young son of Louis pledge.

XVI., the expression was used “happy Ac Blairstown, where we occupied as a queen," the editorial tripod of the Independent “Ah, queens are not always happy," during the memorable campaign and said the child; "my mamma weeps centennial year, of 1876, we balted one from morning till night.” day to meet our numerous acquaint-! The picture of worldly greatness ances. Thence we went to the Amanit- which is so often looked upou with ish settlements in Iowa county. They envy, has often a very sombre shading are composed of seven colonies of Ger- when closely viewed. mans, living in an equal number of “Oh crown, more noble than happy !" towns, and numbering about 8,000 peo- said a certain king, and no doubt it is ple. Their fine, extensive farms sur- but the common experience of the round the villages and comprise an area world's great ones. The recent turnof about two miles in widih and nine ings and overturnings in the kingdoms miles in length. Everything is owned across the sea show us how unstable a in common. Flour, woollen goods, thing is even a mighty throne. Yet starch and machinery are extensively this is felt to be the summit of human manufactured. Each village is ruled glory! And yet of how little worth! by a king, subject to another officer, More happiness often dwells in th: who reigns over the entire communities. humbl st cot.

During a drenching raio we camped Why will we struggle and toil all between the rivals--old and new Co- our lives for such vanishing good, when lumbus cities. On the next morning enduring treasures are within our grasp, we called on our firmer tutor, the ex- unheeded and despised. “Whosoever editor of the Missionary, but found him drinketh of the water that I shall give absent on mission work.

him shall never thirst." How many Through almost impassably muddy por souls are perishing of thirst, who roads we moved south till we reached yet will not come to this living well. the peach farms, on the banks of the Germany's idol-poet, G ethe, thus Mississippi, at Ft. Madison, Ia. Here writes in his old age: “I have of en we reiaed up, registered at the eastern been praise l as an especial favorite of penitentiary, and made a thorough fortune, and will not myself complain. canvass of it. Nearly 400 convicts are But at the bottom there has been no · at work here. We saw them dine. It thing but trouble and labor, and I can gave us an opportunity closely to notice well say that in my whole five-andtheir peculiar physiognomies, which seventy years I have not bad four weeks clearly show that the animal passions of real pleasure." of their nature are largely predom- Oh, how diffsrent the experience of inant, and doubtless, in many cases, many a poor, unnoticed saint on earth, have been largely developed to their who went on all her days singing sweet ruin. How sad that thousands of our hyms of overflowing joy, because One race, who should be enjoying liberty was ever by her side turning her darkand all the rights of an American citizen, est hours to noonday. are either bound in chains, or are eking | It is not worth our while to covet out a miserable existence at hard labor worldly honors and greatness. There and solitary confinement! This is a are better gifts, which it is wise to covet, subject that demands the most earnest and which may be ours" without money attention of every teacher in the land. and without price," It should be brought before every Oh, how poor must the soul go out of parent and guardian of youth. The this world who has not secured this enhope of the nation hangs upon the during treasure !-S. S. Times.

The Sunday-School Department.

A Christ-Bearer.

| cave. It was a dark and stormy night

and the river raged within its banks, Among the many legends of the and not a star lighted the gloom of the early Christian Church, there is scarcely desert. Above the roar of the waters, one more beautiful and useful than that and the bowling of the winds, he heard of Christopher, the giant saint. His a cry of distress. form, in the pictures, is that of a man. It came from the other side. And it of huge proportions, with a long pole in was a child's voice. He bad never his band, and walking through a flood, heard the voice before, nor one like bearing a child on his sboulder. unto it. He listened, and this is what

The story of the ages is, that weary he heard : “ Come and take me across of the world and sin, he went into the the river.” wilderness and dwelt in a cave near a He was, for the first time in this desrapid stream, and spent his life in fer. ert-life, unwilling to leave his bed, on rying travelers across it, taking them on the ground, and go out into the darkhis back, and steadying his step with ness and storm and rushing stream. the pole in his hand. By such a life of But into his hardening heart there came self-denying, humble labor, he hoped the child's small voice, soft as a flute, to win pardon of sin, and that peace of but piercing to the dividing asunder of mind which he had never found in the the soul and spirit, and this is what enworld he forsook for the solitude of the tered bis ear: desert. Many and weary were the bur. “Take my yoke upon you and learn dens he had borne, and bard the strug- of me, and you shall find rest to your gle he had with the waves. But the soul.” billows were more peaceful around him Strange were the words to this giant than within him, for his was a soul that, saint, who spurned every yoke and like the sea, was forever tossed and would not learn of any, least of all of • casting up mire and dirt." The pen- one who spake as a child. ance of fasting. or of toil, brought no But a new power pulled at his heartrelief to his burdened spirit. The river strings, and he rose up with a strong washed no stains of guilt from his heart. purpose to obey the call. It was only Whoever came to the bank of the rag- a child, he was sure of that, and the ing stream, found him willing to bear work would be nothing to the loads he them over, and the heavier the burden, had often carried acrose. He would be the more swollen the torrent, and the doing no great good to bear a little greater the danger, the more willing child, and it would not be much of a was he to brave the perils of the way, loss if it remained on the other side, or and land the traveller safe on the other perished in the stream. But he would side. And when they came to the shore go, and take it up, and bear it, in prompt beyond where he bad his shelter, he saw obedience of the voice that he heard them approaching or heard their call, continually : and went after them, so ready was he “Come, come, for my locks are wet always to do the work he had set him with the rain, and the night winds are eelf to do.

cold; come, come.' It was his work, and it was a good Out into the wild storm he went, and work, but it did not help him in work-down into the deep and dangerous ing out his salvation.

river; and on the other side, when he One night he was asleep in his lonely had gained the bank, he found standing there a child of wondrous beauty, he had found the Lord. “The Lord stretching out his hands and still call- my Righteousness." Not my own good ing to him:

works, but the Lord. I took Him and Comne, come, take me on your He proved my salvation. shoulder — my yoke is easy and my Into the saint's cave the child went, burden is light."

and there made Himself and His salvaAround the brow of this speaking tion known to the giant, who, in saving babe was a halo, as if his head were another, had found a Saviour. Anil crowned with shining stars. The giant the child gave him anew name, CHRISTOstood a moment filled with awe, and PHER, which means Christ- Bearer. Like then kneeling at the child's feet, and the parables of the sweet gospels, some being yet too high for him to sit upon of the old legends have precious truth his shoulders, he prostrated himself in them. And I think tbat at that before him, beseeching him to throw his season of the year, when you are thinklittle arms about his neck, and cling fast ing mucb of the birth and child-life of while he would bear him safely through the blessed Saviour, it is well to rememthe waves.

ber what is taught in this ancient story. The storm had risen yet more fiercely, It is ours to put on Christ. We may and the night was darker and the dan- | bear about in our body even the dying gers of the way more frightful. At of the Lord Jesus, and so also His life times the strong man staggered. His will be manifest in us. When we bear staff lost its hold in the stony bed of the burdens of others for His sake, we are the river. And now and then the somewhat like Him who took the load struggling saint, just ready to be swept of our sins on Himself. To do good away, would hear a soft voice whisper-even to one of the least of His little ing in his ear:

children, is to do it unto Him. Apd by "Fear thou not, for I am with thee, and by, when we come to walk through be not dismayed : I will strengthen thee, the last cold waves, Christ Himself will yea, I will help thee, yea, I will uphold be our bearer, His staff will stay our thee with the right hand of MY RIGHT- steps, till we tread the shining shore beEOUSNES3.

yond.— Irenceus, in N. Y. Observer." · And in the storm without and the fiercer storm within his soul, these words, "MY RIGHTEOUSNESS," fell upon

Baptizing the Baby, his spirit like a calm when the tempest | is overpast. Whose RIGHTEOUSNESS ? ! Ar ten o'clock in the morning they The saint had been going about to es- started with him. It was a truly grand tablish his own, he would have given sight as they went through the broad his life-blood to cleanse his soul; but street of St. Petersburg, carrying this he had found no rest: and now, pow, very little baby to be baptized in his just as he was plunging into a deeper grandfather's palace, called the Winter flood, and the current was too strong Palace, because the family lives there in for his stalwart arm and staff, he heard winter. the same sweet child voice from the lips Yes, it was a very gay show. Nobody that touched his ear, saying:

could have been more delighted than “ When thou passet through the the baby himself, if he had only been waters, I will be with thee, and through a few months older, and had been outthe rivers, they shall not overflow thee. side to see. First there were a hundred For I am the Lord thy God, the Holy men on fine horses, all of the same One of Israel, thy Saviour."

color, in two rows across the street; And then he knew it was the Lord ! then an officer and four grooms in The holy child Jesus. He had taken scarlet coats with gilt trimmings; then Him into his arms, set Him on his shoul- came three gilt carriages with six bay der, bowed his neck to His service, and horses in gilt harness; then men walkwith willing heart and tender love had ed beside each carriage holding their yielded to His yoke. This child was long scarlet coats up out of the snow. now his Saviour. Cheerfully and in The coats were lined with white fur. triumph he trod the way over, for now On the coaches, besides the coachmen,


there were two men behind, and all After so much trouble, the baby were in scarlet and cocked hats. The ought to grow up a very good man. last and biggest carriage bad the baby. But American babies should be very The coach before him had in it two thankful that they were not born Rusprinces, who were his "blanket beaeer” sian princes, and given dreadful names and “cushion bearer;” and on either in such an uncomfortable way.- Conside of his carriage were four men on gregationalist. horseback with gray uniforms. And all this to take this little baby, who

How to Grow. looked just like any other baby, lo be ONCE I revd of a lively, fun-loving baptized!

little fellow, who was found standing But the procession was not all; for in the garden, with his feet buried in when, in half an hour, they came to the the soil and his hand clasping & tall Emperor's Chapel, there was a great sunflowea. His face was aglow with crowd of priests in gold and wbite bro- delight: and when his mother said, cade; a choir in red, trimmed with “Willie, dear, what pleases yon so gold; uncles and aunts in gorgeous much ?” he repiied, “Mamma, I'm going dress with more wonderful precious to be a man; I've planted myself to grow.” stones than any other country owns. Willie seemed to think that he was The great Emperor himself came, who a plant, and could draw food for is the baby's grandfather. Then, after growth from the soil. In this. he was much chanting and reading, this little mistaken, as you know. Boys grow baby was taken out of all his into men by means of food taken into clotbes, and in spite of his being called the mouth; but to be real, noble men, in all the papers the “august born,” they must eat tomething more than he was plunged head first into the font bread and meat. Toey must feed on three times ! Not only this, but he was books. They must eat facts. named, not a pretty American name, "Oh? how can we do that?exbut “Michael Alexandrovitch!” Be- claims some wee Willie. sides, the priest closed his eyes and nose “By thinking of them, my dear boy. with his fingers to keep out the watər. Reading is the spoon with which you It seemed very queer indeed to make get the facts into your head. By such a display for only this. Was it thinking, you learn to know what the strange that the baby did not like it at facts really signify, Now, just as the all. and screamed with all his might, bread, meats, vegetables, and fruits you just like any other baby? They his put into your mouth make the body god-mother received him in blankets, grow, so the fecte yon think about make while another prayer was said; and he your mind grow. Be a reader and a had just dozed off, I dare say, when he thinker." was unfolded again, and the priest put oil on his ears, eyes, mouth, hands and

Wonderful Woman. feet, that he might do no harm with One of the most remarkable women them while he lived.

in the world is Mrs. Schliemann, the Then he was given back to go to woman who helped her husband to exsleep, only to be dragged out again to plore the ruins of Troy. She speaks five have his hair cut off and thrown into languages, and can repeat page after the font. At last he was safe in his page of the Illiad and Odyssey in the grandfather's arms; and this august original ancient Greek. She does not man, carrying the august baby and a believe the Illiad and Odyssey were lighted candle, and the great bishops written by the same author. In spite and the god-mother carrying candles, of her learning, she is a very pretty and all walked around the foot three times, graceful woman. She worked with her after which performance the little Mi- husband in the Trojan excavations from chael Alexandrovitch was sent to his six in the morning till dark. She was nurse, while his father and his grand- first assistant, and helped the diggers father talked with the aunts and uncles work, taking charge of the articles and the other great people. All this discovered, and marking upon each the took over two hours and a half. depth at which it had been found.

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