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Moabites and Edomites (2 Sam, viii. 2, this out, thought he would charge his 14). Out of Jacob shall come, etc. An- stingy neighbor for the smell of his other reti rence to the royal race of Is- eels. So, making out his bill, he prerael, but absolutely fulfilled only in sented it to Kisaburo, who seemed to be Christ, whose enemies shall be made His much pleased. He called to his wife footstool. (Heb. x. 13).
to bring his iron-bound money bx, Balaam himself subsequently became which was done. Emptying out the an enemy and fell a victim to the power shining mass of kobans (oval gold of Israel. He was slain because he had pieces, worth five or six dillars), ichi bu coupseled the Midianitish women to and ni-bu (square silver pieces, worth a seduce the Israelites to commit idolatry, quarter and a half dollar respectively), as the only way of effecting their de- he jingled the coins at a great rate, and struction (Num. xxi. 16). In conse- then, touching the eel-man's bill with quence of this counsel a destructive his fan, bowed low, and said, with a plague had broken out in Israel (Num. smile: xxvi. 1). Tbus Balaam became in fact! “All right, neighbor Kichibei, we are the destroyer of the people, which is what equare now.” his name signifies. The idea of injuring . What!” cried the eel-frier, . . are people by seducing them to sin is what you not going to pay me?” is meant by the doctrine of Balaam (Rev. “Why, yes, I have paid you. You ii. 14); and this is the only way in which have charged me for the smell of your the wicked can ever seriously hurt the eels, and I have paid you with the sound righteous. Balaam could effect nothing of my money.”—Prof. Griffis' “Japanese by cursing Israel, but he could bring Fairy World.”. evil upon them by leading them to commit sin. Our worst enemies are those who would corrupt our religion and
AT NIGHT.--Here is one of Thack. morals.
eray's pleasant touches : “ It is night now; and here is home. Gathered un
der the quiet roof, elders and children Smells and Jingles. lie alike at rest. In the midst of a
great piace and calm the stars look out A JAPANESE STORY WITH A MORAL. from the heavens. The silence is peo
pled with the past ; sorrowful remorses Yedo people are very fond of broiled for sing and short-comings, memories of eels. A rich merchant, named Ki-a- passionate joys and griets rise out of buro, who was very miserly with his their graves, both now alike calm and money, once moved his quarters next sad. Eyes, as I shut mine, look at me door to the abop of one Kichibei, who that have long ceased to shine. The caught and cooked eels for a living. town and the landscape sleep under the During the night Mr. Kichibei caught starlight, wreathed in the autumn mists. his stock in trade, and in the day-time Twinkling among the houses, a light served them, smoking hot, to his cus- keeps watch here and there, in what may tomers. Cut into pieces three or four be a sick chamber or two. The clock inches long, they were laid to sizzle on tolls sweetly in the silent air. Here is a grid-iron over red hot charcoal, which night and rest. An awful sense of was kept in a glow by constant fanning. thanks makes the heart swell, and the
Kisaburo, wishing to save money, and head bow, and I pass to my room through having a strong imagination, daily took the sleeping house, and feel as though his sest at meal time close to his neigh- a hushed blessing were upon it.” bor's door. Eating his boiled rice, and sniffing in the odors of the broiled eels. The greater your wants, the greater as they were wafted in, he enjoyed with God's goodness in supplying them; the his nose what he would not pay for to greater your enemies, the greater the put in his mouth. In this way, as he display of God's power in subduing flattered himself, he saved much money, them; and the greater your unworthiand his strong box grew daily heavier. ness, the greater his grace in saving
Kichibei, ibe eel-broiler, og finding you.
A Parting Greeting. then. My health is vigorous, God be
praised. Still advancing years admonIn January, 1867, I accepted the ed- ish me to lighten my burdens, and as it itorship of the Guardian. At the same is easier to find an editor for the Guartime I began the publication of the dian than for the Hausfreund, I withReformirte Hausfreund, a bi-weekly draw from the former. German paper, in the interest of the Fifteen years of editorial care and Pennsylvania German membership of labor for a publication like this, endear the Reformed Church. I also assumed it to one's heart. Though personally the editorship of the latter, for which 1 unknown to many of its readers, one then, as now, felt poorly qualified. A acquires the habit of thinking of them sheer sense of duty impelled me to un- as friends, closely allied to him with dertake it. There was a pressing de- tender ties of mutual affection, to mand for the publication, and no one whom you owe solemn duties of bead else seemed willing to undertake it. and heart, and who have a kindly symThus it happened, contrary to any pre- pathy for you. I gratefully call to vious expectations, at the earnest solici- mind the many words of kindly appretation of a number of our best mipis- ciation from readers and periodical exters, among whom was Dr. Harbaugh, changes, accorded the Guardian during that I became the publisher and editor my editorial labors. I thankfully think of a German periodical, and till the of the patient and perplexed printers, present have continued to be such. Be- to whom my erasures and interlinings sides editing an English monthly and a must often have given a world of trouGerman bi-weekly, I then was the pas- ble; and of the obliging printing firm tor of the large First Church of Read- of Grant, Faires & Rodgers. During ing, and in December, 1872, became these fifteen years I have not visited pastor of my present flock. This, too, their office once, but communicated has grown to become a largo congrega. solely by correspondence. This firm tion. In looking back over the way printed the Guardian more than fifty along which the Lord our God has led miles away from its editor, with such me these fifteen years, my heart and my accuracy, despatch, and uniform coureyes fill up. To have charge of three tesy, that my heart prompts me to make such interests is no light matter. I this public acknowledgment. My kind have served in weakness but in sincer- wishes shall attend the dear Guardian ity. I pray God to forgive my failings, in the future. May it long continue to and beg my friends to forgive the im- bless and cheer the young. Although perfections of my services.
no longer an editorial contributor, I Through all these years the Guardian hope, as time and occasion may permit, gave me much pleasure. I wove into now and then to furnish something for its texture my heart's warmest sympa- its pages. It affords me pleasure to rethies, my mind's purest thoughts. And port that it now has a larger subscripoften in writing for it have I felt the tion list than at any previous period of touches of the warm throbbings and its history. In 1875 a Sunday-school fresh glow of the young, in whose be- Lesson department was added to it, half I labored. I love the young now to which its increased circulation is no less than fifteen years ago. I am largely owing. as much in sympathy with them now as I part, editorially, from the Guardian with feelings of sadness, not unlike those that strong men wept, and women wailof a personal bereavement; as though one ed in uncontrollable sympathy. very near to my heart were about to be With the heroic courage born of her taken out of my sight. Yet this feeling puritanic faith and lineage Eliza Garis materially mollified by the assurance field then and there consecrated all her that my successor in office is one of its powers to the assumption of those faithful and long-tried friends. I take responsibilities a dying husband begreat pleasure in introducing to the queathed to her in firm faith of her readers and patrons of this magazine, Dr. abilities. And what a golden picture J. H. Dubhs, who is not unkoown to its for the world's example is held up to readers. · His busy and able pen has us in her methodic combination of labor often enriched its pages. His appoint- and intellect; what a paporama of ment by the Board of Publication is a moral influence emanates from that guarantee that the Guardian, as from humble cottage in the Cuyahoga wilits fir-t number, published thirty-two derness! That Christian mother makes years ago, shall continue to breathe the the hearı hstone of home a resounding spirit of Life, Light, and Love. I feel sphere of the uses and heroisms of life. convinced that he is in heariy sympathy When the cattle had been housed, with his work and with the people whom the wood stored and the frugal meal he is to serve, and bespeak for him the partaken of, that mother, though cut same kindly support which has been so off from all communication with intelgenerously accorded to me. May God lectual communities of the day, and abundantly bless the readers and pa- wearied by incessant toil, indefatigably trops of ihe Guardian, and him too, into | labored to introduce her children withwhose bands I hereby place its editorial in the arena of books and soul knowmanagement.
B. BAUSMAN. ledge.-“In the morning she sowed
her seed ; and in the evening with held
pot her band.” A Notice To Our Exchanges. For daily bread her children toiled
with willing bands, guiding the plow, We hereby notify all the exchanges swinging the axe and scythe, boeing of the Guardian, to change the address corn and gathering the potato and the of the magazine from Reading to Lan- nuts for winter use; while James, our caster, Pa., after January 1, 1882. hero, with mechanical skill guides the
chisel and the gimlet, and puts the
hinges on many a door+for, says a late The Sapling and the Oak. writer, “There was not a lazy bone in
his body, and he possessed all the boyBY S. E. DUBBS.
ish enthusiasm that often makes the
whole world seem attainable." "I have planted four saplings in these Until they were full-fledged readers woods and I must leave them to your care."
themselves, every night that loyal mo- Dying words of Garfield's father to his
ther overhauls her scanty library, and mother.
reads with her own lips to the little audiOn the Western plains of a but partence of four, some incident in the “Life ly cleared wilderness, amidst pioneer of Napoleon,” “Life of Marion," or scenes, the mass of the settlers had that source of endless comfort-the gathered by the open grave of a com- Bible. rade. The suddenly bereaved widow Through much heroic endurance and and four children stood weeping over many self-denials the Orange homestead the remains of a late strong, athletic can hold its own, under that noble husband and father. The subdued woman's guidance until the pliant grief of the mourners was broken by “saplings” have their twigs bent and the youngest of the band-a mere babe the tough young oaks spread their firm in the arms of his maternal uncle, must. branches in the breeze of heaven! ering all his infantile strength in wild Childbood is past, and the energetic calls for—"Papa, papa! Wake up!' youth ftels his blood bounding for enSo pathetic was the action of the child, Ilarged fields for an expansive intellect. The broad sweep of the open sea wins the civic wreath, substituting therefor his alluring fancy, and tempts him all the crosses and dangers of the comaway from the maternal nest; but like mon soldier. When first called, be the immortal Washington, he had a felt reluctant to give an answer, but mother whose tears and prayers won went home and opened his mother's his responsive obedience, For her sake Bible, which seemed to answer in the he defers his “ life on the ocean wave!” | affirmative. and lo! Providence leads him into a He wrote at once to his superior in friendship in the person of a man of these memorable words—" I regard my intellectual powers, who turns his am- | life as given to my country, I am only bition towards a higher plane. In the anxious to make the most of it before the ladder of intellectual development he mortgage is disclosed.” contentedly takes the lower round, and from thence on, history records self-help, and self-culture fill up the gaps him as one of our leading and most of long vacations in the halls of learning. successful generals. He opened his
As he makes bis steady but sure way military effort by saving Kentucky upward in intellectual eminence-does from the brand of secession. he ever think of the first impulse to Many of his little band of heroes at such high aims, that came upon him. Middle Creek bad exchanged the Colwhen saved as by a miracle from a lege-pen for the sword-proud to be watery grave in the Cleveland canal? | under the leadership of one who stood No buman help was near, but a rope high in their Alma Mater. which he himself had tried in vain to Yet his most magnetic power was in fasten, providentially caught in a crev. bis oratory; as his ipfapt cry swayed ice, enabling him to draw himself up the impulsive and sympathetic hearts by out of the watery abyss.
his father's grave, so the voice of his On being saved, tradition has it, manhood in the crisis of the Nation imhe tried six hundred times to throw the pelled to involuntary obedience fifty rope so that it would catch in the Thousand of his fellow citizens. In that crevice as it did when it saved him. historic hour, when the emancipator of His efforts were vain. Said he, I four million of America's Freedmen, and " Against such odds Providence alone the successful chieftain through a long could have saved my life; Providence and bloody civil war, was stricken down therefore thinks it worth saving, and by the cowardly assassin, and the whole if that's so, I won't throw it away on a North rose in convulsive and righteous canal-boat. I'll go home and get an wrath, there gathered at the Exchange education."
in New York a mass-meeting of fifty Now he was on the high road to that thousand men, whose blood boiled for education. The sapling was lost in the vengeance for the murder of Lincoln. tree wbich time and culture were inclin- When in their beated imagination they ing in the direction that mother-love had conjured up the editor of The World and foresight had first bent the trem- as instigator of their woes, with a gal. bling twig in the Cuyahoga wilderness. lows-tree on their shoulders and venSoon he mounts the top-most ladder in geance in tbeir hearts, the frenzied pupilage, and amidst the plaudits of crowd fled towards their intended victhe great and learned he takes the chair tim. Above the angry tumult and of Professor, and fills the Rostrum as boarse roar of wrath, a strong right successful orator and private benefactor hand was lifted heavenwards--a voice to his people.
clear and steady, loud and distinct, Religion to him was not a fancy or spoke out, “Fellow-Citizens! Clouds a dream, but a living reality. When and darkness are round about Him; the great cloud of secession darkened His pavilion is dark waters and thick our land from North, South, Eastclouds of the skies. Justice and and West, Garfield, bearing on his judgment are the habitation of His shoulders the burdens and responsibili-throne; mercy and truth shall go beties of the statesman, looked up to and fore His face. Fellow-citizens, God honored by his constituents, forgetting reigns, and the Government at Washself and home comforts flung down ington still lives!” He ceased, but the mad caldron of boiling passion and green old age-this makes a southern winter of murderous hate was stilled the tumul. declining years, in which the sunlight warms,
though the heats are gone—such are ever wel. tuous multitude renounced dire ven
come to the young. geance for peaceful submission to an
-Dickens. overruling Providence. But had Garfield not spoken the streets of New York Lyman Beecher was impetuous, posiwould have reeked in blood.
tive, and at times impatient of restraint. The “sapling" had become the strong He governed his house by rigid rules, oak whose spreading branches dispensed his wife by a judicious and wise love. Her strength and healing to the multitude. husband says: “I scarcely ever saw her Again the Senate Chamber of his coun- agitated to tears. Once, soon after we try enlisted his service, and through bad moved into our new house (at East good and ill report he kept on the even Hampton) the two pigs did something tenor of his way as God gave him to that vexed me; I got angry and thrashed see the right. But Providence had yet them. She came to the door and intera higher goal for him! The Republic posed. The fire hadn't got out. I said of America needed a chief to guide the quickly, 'Go along in ! She started, ark of liberty through the shoals and but hadn't more than time to turn bequicksands of its opening second cen- fore I was at her side, and threw my arms tury Garfield became that Chief.
around her neck and kissed her, and Like a true Republican he believed told her I was sorry. Then she wept." " the voice of the people the voice of “I do not think I shall be with you God.” Again, he leaves the loves and long,” she said one day to her husband. comforts of a sunlit home, and the peace Six weeks later her saying proved of rural life for the mad rivalry and true. Eight little children wept around persecution in the political arena. her death bed, as their father gave her Strong in the strength of calm endur- / back to God. Then came a season of ance he fills the Chieftain's seat, bear- | great emptiness and gloom, for the chief ing upon bis breast the rude shock of light of the parsonage had gone out. political hate that corrupt men fling The husband felt the terror of " a child like a gauntlet into his face. Stronger suddenly shut out alone in the dark." grow the bonds of confidence in the He had always regarded her intellectunewly-elected Chief Magistrate. The ally and morally his superior. The whole country and other lands wake to smaller children little realized their the magnitude of his ability and worth. loss. Henry Ward, with his golden
But alas! at that moment, in the hey curls and little black frock, frolicked, day of his fame, like the immortal Lin- like a kitten in the sun, in ignorant joy. coln, the murderous bullet is aimed at Many were the curious questions the bis heart, and James A. Garfield, little ones asked about their departed twentieth President of the United States, mother. They were told that she had has received his death-blow-the axe been laid in the ground; that she had had been laid at the root of the mighty gone to heaven. One morning Henry oak whose giant trunk held at anchor was found digging with great zeal. in the Ship of State.
the earth under his sister Catherine's
window. What are you doing? he Statesman or victor in the field Where hostile armies stood;
was asked. “Why, I'm going to beaHe did the noblest power yield
ven to find ma," said he, thinking that The power of doing good.
the way mother went was through the earth in which she had been laid.
In due time a second mother was Lyman Beecher,
brought into the parsonage in the per
son of Miss Harriet Porter, a cousin of BY THE EDITOR.
the first one. Mrs. Stowe says:
I know not indeed a more beautiful spectacle "I was about six years old, and slept in the in the world than an old man, who has gone nursery with two younger brothers. We knew with honor through all its storms and contests, that father had gone somewhere on a journey, and who retains to the last the freshness of feel and therefore the sound of a bustle or disturbo ing that adorned his youth. This is the true ance in the house more easily awoke us. We