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This aged Friend came from Hudson with his father, Tiddemann Hull, in the year 1805, he being then 19 years old, and settled in the limits of DeRuyter Monthly Meeting, of which he was a consistent member from his youth. About two years ago his daughter with whom he lived breaking up house-keeping, he went to Illinois to live with his married daughter, Anna Morey, with whom he remained until his death. His memory and judgment were remarkably good; he was a great reader, and kept himself well informed in regard to the events of the day. Having received his second sight he could read the finest print without spectacles. EI. T.

STRATTON.—At his late residence, Preble county, Ohio, Fourth month 2nd, 1885, William L. Stratton, aged 77 years, 1 month and 8 days; elder of Westfield Monthly Meeting.

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N the first of Ninth month the sun rose darkly and fitfully over the resplendent hills of Deer Park. As I have before remarked, the excessive neatness has banished all study of the plant creation except the young oaks that render the Glades truly charming in their soft, billowy smoothness, and the close cropped grass that makes so lovely a carpet. We have driven and walked in various directions— have ascended to Eagle Rock, that crowns the summit of the loftiest of our mountain barriers, and so have gained some of the harmless secrets of the forests that clothe the gently rising hills. The meadow lands through which murmur the still waters, are of tenderest and most luxuriant green, and below the grassy levels, dipping their feet in the young river, are a host of shining ones in purple and gold and pink, which are not much at variance with the elegant autumn carpeting that makes beautiful the brooksides in our own home meadows, after the disciplinary Scythe goes into autumn rest. I should have a weary list for our patient readers did I enumerate every rich and elegant golden rod (Solidago); every brilliant sunflower (Helianthus angustifolia); every meadow phlox (Phloa maculatim) and every strong and resolute iron weed (Vermonia noroboracenis), which hastens to assert itself when the persecuting Scythe gives a period of rest. The officinal Hypericum (the St. John’s wort) is very large and luxuriant, probably containing stores of that healing juice which is procured from the flowers by packing them in a bottle of olive oil at this season, and hanging it out in the Sunshine. Gradually the oil grows a pure, clear, dark red and the beneficent quality of the plant is secured for a permanent possession—very excellent for the treatment of all wounds and hurts. Why should anything so beneficent ever become “old fashioned ‘’” The chilone is here too—the white variety—but not the astonishing abundance of the pink chilone on the Roan in Cloudland. Then, too, the white bergamot is there by the brook, but this also reminds us of the Splendors of the red up among the clouds of the skyward summits of the everlasting hills. Every kind of Gerardia that I have ever seen is here in abundance. The delicate, slender, purple kind

would be found in plentiful profusion for half a mile, perhaps, then, for quite a distance a yellow kind with entire leaves flourishes; then a similar one with finely divided leaf has the field; and, later, when we reach the heights of Eagle Cliff there is a still larger sort with a leaf somewhat succulent. Then We reach a belt of the rich, thick wood, which is full of the delicate beauty of the Silene stellata, a common plant, but of unwonted elegance in this quiet forest where there is no interference with home privileges. A ladder reached about twelve feet to the top of a flat table of rock, and upon this one of Our party ascends to get away from all surface obstructions and to see what a wide view is here to be obtained of this lofty land of the mountain tops; another stands on the upper rungs of the ladder, and the third remains at the foot to see what comes of it all. An exclamation of astonishment from the loftiest aspirant and we all glance skyward. Two eagles are wheeling round above us, and gradually descending toward us. We look steadfastly towards the mountain warrior birds—but they had evidently miscalculated the size of their hoped-for prey, for as they approached nearer and nearer it seemed evident they were disappointed in our dimensions, and retreated to the depths of the upper deep. Friendly clouds flit above us, our climbing ones descend from the eyrie, and we return to the forest depths. The view is most comprehensive and inspiring, and we shall go away all the happier for having been so “close to the sun in lonely lands.” Collinsonia Canadensis makes the woods fragrant as with lemons, and I do not remember ever Seeing it before. It is a bi-labiate plant with the flowers in a large loose raceme, with leaves large and somewhat cordate, and with a pleasant taste as well as fragrance. The fringed corolla, the long stamens, the constant flowering and the spicy odor insure its permanent remembrance. I think nearly every species of Lobelia that I have known grows abundantly on the Alleghanies. The officinal Lobelia inflata is rendered unmistakable by its swollen capsules, and the Cardinalis by its beautiful color, besides other inconspicuous species. The great blue variety is not here at all, I think. In the days of my childhood great hopes were entertained of the almost universal usefulness of Lobelia inflata. It seems to be certain that it is useful as an emetic and also as a stimulant. Wood’s Botany says of it, “This plant is rendered famous by the Thompsonian physicians, in whose practice it appeared to be too indiscriminately used. Its specific action is that of a violent emetic. In small doses it is powerfully expectorant.” It is further stated, that all the Species are poisonous, being pervaded by an active, narcotic juice. Lobelia inflata is active medicine, emetic, sudorific and expectorant. It should be used, however, with great caution, since “less than a teaspoonfull of the seeds or the powdered leaves would destroy life in a few hours.” The other species, of which eight are enumerated, are all possessed of similar qualities but in a far less degree. “Who knows,” said one venerable enthusiast some forty years ago, “if the plant is not now growing on the tops and sides of the Alleghanies which

shall cure every malady.” But the Thompsonian practice seems to have nearly passed away. Curious that there should be fashions so decidedly in the use of remedies. Many families know very well that the Thompsonian remedies were employed freely and for almost all ills. Yet did any body ever hear of any loss of life from the Botanic remedies? The aboriginal Indians had a system of Botanic medicine which our fathers would have, perhaps, done Well to have observed more closely. John Lawson, the chronicler of the earliest colonial days in North Carolina, makes mention of many remedies in common use by the medicine men of his friends, the Santees. He says: “Some that attend the king presented me with an odoriferous balsamic root, of a fragrantsmell and taste, the name of which I know not. They chew it in the month, and by that simple application heal desperate wounds, both green and old.” Might not this plant be Sassafras officiniale of which *Very part of the tree has a pleasant fragrance, and a Sweetish, aromatic taste, which is Strongest in the bark of the root. To preserve the sight and strengthen the brain these Indians had an herb which they infused by boiling it, and then rubbed the head, temples and other parts of the body. A Valuable “simple” was that. The Jamestown weed they taught to be excellent for curing burns and assuaging inflammations, but taken inwardly, producing drunken madness. One of the marsh weeds, like a dock, has the same effect, and possesses the Party. Which fear and watchings. Mullein also had excellent qualities tending to the cure of the ills that flesh is heir to. Lawson has much other lore stored up in his Venerable book, but warns his readers of his incompetence to give any adequate report of the vast vegetable riches of the Carolinas. “Had not the ingenious Mr. Barrister (the greatest virtuoso we ever had on the continent) been unfortunately taken out of this World, he would have given the best account of the plants of America.” The worthy Lawson adds Sagely, that no one man's age would have sufficed for the classification of these. Further, he affirms, “nature has been so liberal, that I can not name one tenth part of the valuable ones. I can add that anything I may have been able to say of the plant life in this Southern mountain land is less by far than one tenth of what might have been written by a zealous explorer, who was a competent botanist.” I must add a word for the fungi in this mountain plateau, among the oak forests. I say oak forests, for I think they exist in far more abundance among the oaks than elsewhere. The color, size, and habit of growth astonish us greatly and delight us no less. Some are as white and pure looking as the driven Snow, looking edible if one only knew how to discriminate between good and evil. Others are almost black, or a very dark and substantial claret brown ; Some are a delicate lemon color; some pink; some red; some orange; some dull lawny; some olive green, and all strangely variant in size. In order to make an easy study of these or other Curious plant forms, one must generally have a good book as a guide, and such a manual we ought to have

before trying again to search out the mysteries of the Glades of the Alleghanies. One of the features of these dark thickets of oak is the abundance of a coraline fungoid, and the profusion of those tender and ghostly parasites, the monotropeas. These are leafless, or at least verdureless, and their living get at the generous footstool of the sturdy oak. One young lady had a number of these spiritual looking creatures of the plant world, and planted them in a little box of wood mould, thinking they would live and grow in it, and reproduce themselves in the distant state to which they were destined. But the strange little creatures changed from pearly white or cream color to the ugly blackness of decay and death. The tender, helpless little parasite can only live beside the generous oak. The dodder is another wonder to the unscientific— these hardly conceiving what a life such a string of Orange yarn, bearing tender, white little flowers, but not one leaf of green—clinging to and piercing other stems, may be. They call it “love plant ’’ and specu

late on parasitism in the plant world. S. R. Oakland, Ninth month 1st, 1885. • *-* *

A REQUEST FROM KANSAS. DESIRE to say to the Editors of FRIENDS' INTELLIGENCER AND JOURNAL, that I highly appreciate their kind allusion to my work here in Kansas, in a recent number (7th mo. 11th), of that valuable paper. Since my last report, dated 2d month 2d, 1885, I have received from Jane Edgerton, St. Clairsville, Ohio, cash $5.00; from Jonathan Moore, Richmond, Ind., one bale of worn clothing; and from Ann W. Price, Ida county, Iowa, one barrel of worn clothing. The kindly donated package of Scattered Seeds continues to arrive smonthly, and they are eagerly sought for by the colored children and youth constituting our flourishing band of “Temperance Wide Awakes.” I occasionally select appropriate articles from the INTELLIGENCER AND Journ AL, and read them to the colored people in some of their large Temperance meetings, evidently to their satisfaction and edification. I have recently taken some pains—by making special inquiries and by visiting families—to ascertain the present and prospective pecuniary condition of the colored people in this vicinity; and I do not See how they can avoid great physical suffering through the coming winter, unless they receive director indirect aid. I am still confirmed in the opinion that these people can mostly be more judiciously aided through the store than in any other way ; hence I now wish to ask Friends and others who read your useful paper to please remit to me as soon as convenient such sums as they feel able and willing to contribute toward purchasing a lot of winter goods which are needed right now in the store. I have just sent for a few needed things that I had money enough to pay for; but more should be procured as soon as possible. Some funds will also soon be needed for direct charities in destitute cases. I do not give anything to the poor white folks; but owing to the unusual Scarcity of employment, causing


very hard times for the laboring class this year, I have thought it right to let them all have the benefit of the low prices; so I now sell the store goods to all poor persons at the same prices. I think this is removing much of the race-prejudice heretofore existing; but of course it requires more stock to be kept On hand in the store. WILLIAM WALTON.

Parsons, Kansas, Ninth mo. 1st.


MEETING OF PHILADELPHIA UNION. THE attendance at Philadelphia First-day School Union on the 11th inst., was larger than usual. Annual reports concerning Race street, West Philadelphia, Frankford, Fair Hill, and Germantown Schools were read, and regret expressed that the others Were not forthcoming. It is desired in future that they be prepared at the close of the Spring session so as to be on hand at the Annual Meeting in Ninth month. These reports will be needed by the committee appointed to prepare the annual report to the Association. Frankford school had 151 enrolled, 6 being members, 3 half members, average between 80 and 100. There is a prospect of an adult and Bible class being formed. The attendance at the religious meeting Seems to be increasing. Fair Hill had 88 on roll, of whom 15 were members, and 11 had one parent a member. West Philadelphia had 70 pupils, and still met before meeting. Germantown had an average of 18 children, and the adult class averaged about 25; and 150 volumes in their library. An interesting report concerning Girard avenue Sewing School, as well as one from Germantown, were read; the latter had 55 children, about two-thirds of Whom are colored, and the pupils sit together in classes irrespective of their color. The account received from the First-day morning meeting, at the mission, which during the summer Was held in the afternoon, showed a decrease in the attendance. Only 5 temperance meetings had been held, which, owing to the distribution of milk and rolls, showed a large increase in the average. The future work of the mission claimed a large share of the consideration of the meeting, as owing to the Scarcity of workers, those who have borne the burden of the other departments felt discouraged, and there is a possibility of the First-day school and youth's meeting not being reopened. These have done a good work and their suspension would be much regretted. A committee was named to see What can be done to find workers for these, as well as the other department, and our young Friends are especially solicited to come forward and aid in the good work of elevating those who, from vicious surroundings or otherwise, are less favored than ourselves. The Treasurer, James Gaskill, was reippointed for the ensuing year, also the clerks, and committees were appointed to audit the Treasurer's account, and

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HE twenty-seventh part of this admirable work” which has now reached its seventh volume, has just been issued. It contains a monograph of the Family Cypraeidae, those beautiful and highly polished shells commonly known as “cowries.” This monograph, as the title page states, was prepared expressly for the “Manual” by our friend S. Raymond Roberts, of Philadelphia, who has devoted much of his leisure time to the study of the subject. It contains 88 pages of text including full synonymy, and 23 plates, all the known species as well as many varieties being illustrated by 473 figures drawn by the well-known artists, Shepherd and Ross, who are regularly engaged on the “Manual.” This part is fully up to the standard of those previously issued, and with them forms a valuable addition to conchological literature.

IN our paragraph last week, on T. S. Arthur's “Ten Nights in a Bar-Room,” it should have been noted that the publishers are Porter & Coates, Philadelphia.

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AINGLORIOUS hopel that seeks in earthly fame

No higher end than this—no loftier aim—
Than paltry honors of an empty name
Ambition prompting may have power to wield
For laurels to the victor on the field,
But honor thus attained, whate'er the cost,
To truth and virtue is forever lost.
Truth lives through all the years—knows not decay—
As in the past a potency to-day,
A light as dawned on blest Judea's plains,
The signal to proclaim “Messiah reigns; ”
And reigning, ruling in the human breast,
Man's only safeguard to eternal rest.
Discarding then Truth’s teachings ever Wise
Provokes to wrong—here the great danger lies—
And hence the carnal shield proclaims its flood
Of tears and sorrows—garments rolled in blood |
From Love's high mission none may be debarred;
The Christian's warfare hath its sure reward;
And Zion's call “To come up higher” still
Is the true watchword all may heed who will.
A passion overcome—a will subdued,
Proves that no phantasy is thus pursued;
The “still small voice ’’ speaks deeply ill the Soul
Ever to keep in view the glorious goal;
And every act to regulate our lives
From love divine its strength and power derives:

Hence they who strive while Time maintains the sway
To keep unfalteringly the better way,
Will “Peace on earth good will to all ” proclaim—
And thus secured in Truth’s and Honor's name
The “olive branch,” all life’s mutations past,
The crown of glory sought is gained at last.
H. J.


THE gulf of seven and fifty years, * We stretch our welcome hands across; The distance but a pebble's toss Between us and our youth appears.

For in life's school we linger on The remnant of a once full list; Conning our lesson, undismissed,

With faces to the setting sun.

And some have gone the unknown way,
And some await the call to rest.
Who knoweth whether it is best

For those who went or those who stay?

And yet despite of loss and ill,
If faith, and love, and hope remain,
Our length of days is not in vain,

And life is well worth living still.

Still to a gracious Providence
The thanks of grateful hearts are due
For blessings when our lives were new,

For all the good vouchsafed us since.

The pain that spared us sorer hurt,
The wish denied, the purpose crossed,
And pleasure's fond occasions lost,

Were mercies to our small desert.

'Tis something that we wander back, Gray pilgrims, to our ancient ways, And tender memories of old days

Walk with us by the Merrimac.

That even in life's afternoon
A sense of youth comes back again,
As through this cool September rain

The still green woodlands dream of Spring.

The eyes grown dim to present things, Have keener sight for by-gone years; And sweet and clear, in deafening ears,

The bird that sang at morning sings.

Dear comrades, scattered wide and far, Send from their homes the kindly word; And dearer ones, unseen, unheard,

Smile on us from some heavenly star.

For life and death with God are one Unchanged by seeming change, His care And love are round us here and there;

He breaks no thread His hand has spun.

Soul touches soul; the muster roll
Of life eternal has no gaps;
And after half a century's lapse

Our Schoolday ranks are closed and whole.

Hail and farewell! We go our way; Where shadows end, we trust in light. The star that ushers in the night

Is the herald also of the day!


RUE love is like the ivy bold,
That clings each day with firmer hold,

Will then the ivy lose its hold?
Forget the sunny days of old 2
Nay, rather will it closer cling,
With loving clasp, remembering
That it had hardly lived at all
Without the kindly shelt’ring wall.

True love is like the ivy green,
That ne'er forgetteth what hath been,
And so, till life itself be gone,
Until the end it clingeth on.
What though the tree where it may cling
Shall hardly know another spring 2
What though its boughs be dead and bare ?
The twining ivy climbeth there
And clasps it with a firmer hold,
With stronger love than that of old,
And lends it grace it never had
When time was young and life was glad.

FAMILY LIFE IN CHINA.! [Tcheng-Ki-Tong, military attaché to the Chinese embassy in Paris, published last year in the Revue des Deua, Mondes a Series of papers which have since been reprinted in a little volume called Les Chinois Peints par Eux Memes. It is from this word picture of his country that the following relating to family life in China is taken.] HE family is the corner-stone of the Chinese Empire. Chinese society may be defined as the totality of its families, and the Chinese family may be compared to an organized society. It attains the dignity of a religious order with a settled rule; its income constitutes a common fund, from which provision is made for the education of children, for marriage portions, for an allowance to young men beginning their career, for pensions to the sick, the aged, or those who are out of employment. The administration of the family fortune is the application of the apostolic system within the limits of kin. Real estate also belongs to the united family, and landmarks bearing the patronymic define the boundaries of every property. Each family has its own statutes, among which are recorded the joint possessions and the destination of certain revenues to the purposes named above. Each separate statue-book has also its penal code, fixing the punishments of such members as, by ill conduct not amenable to law, shall injure the honor of the family, for the general welfare of which it is incumbent upon every one to sacrifice his individual peculiarities. But if circumstances, or irreconcilable differences of disposition, destroy the common harmony, there may be a division of the estate among the male heirs. The eldest of a family is the head ; every important action is decided by him, and he signs legal papers in the name of the other members. It is usual for all the generations of one line to live in one house, so that the seven ages may sometimes be found under the same roof. The family, thus erected into an institution, necessarily extends its influence over matters which elsewhere belong to other departments of life. The tie of blood being regarded by the Chinese as a religious

bond, virtues which with us are considered as causes, with them are set down as effects, and vice versa. Five principles are inculcated to maintain its sacredness:

1From an article in the Atlantic Monthly.

That groweth on through good and ill, And 'mid the tempest clingeth still. What though the wall on which it climbs Have lost the grace of former times—

namely, fidelity to the sovereign, respect towards parents, union between husbands and wives, concord among brothers, and constancy in friendship. The obligations of children to parents are held as so solemn that the distinction of the former redounds to the advantage of the latter, and honors are transmitted backwards; if a public functionary is ennobled, his parents are ennobled with him, and his rank, if Sufficiently high, ascends to more remote progenitors. Titles are not hereditary except for military services, and in that case descend through the eldest Son only ; but unless sustained by personal merit, this sort of rank is not valued. Such a conception of aristocracy Imust act as a constant stimulus to filial reverence, and supply parents with an additional incentive for educating their sons carefully, literary attainment being the most direct road to office in China. Fraternal affection comes next in the order of virtue, and involves almost an identification of a man’s interests and advantages with his brothers’; the responsibility for mutual help and relief seems to be boundless. All kindred share these claims in some degree, and even friendship recognizes them as sacred duties; to strip one’s self of one's coat for a friend who has none, would not be accounted a merit in China, but the least that anybody could do. These obligations are as binding upon the poor as on the rich ; people who have not the means to do much individually for others raise subscriptions among themselves to provide for the more needy of their own class. Colonel Tcheng slyly remarks that in Christian countries he has noticed that practices which he has always looked upon as matters of course are held up as miracles of grace and goodness. “With us,” he says, “to assist friends who have met with ill-fortune is not a virtue, but a habit.” Europeans strike him as hard-hearted and wanting in sympathy for the misfortunes of their friends and acquaintances. At the same time he admits that the idea of succoring the ills of the stranger, of humanity, in short what we term philanthropy or general benevolence, is incomprehensible to them; they have the charity that begins at home in its widest sense, but the Christian relation of the “neighbor” is unknown to them, and by inference the Good Samaritan would have been set down as a fool, in China.


YTVHE Friends' Review makes remark upon the action

of Honey Creek Quarterly Meeting in laying down the monthly meeting at San José, as follows: “We withhold comment upon the above, except to express our conviction that the investigation thus described was unwisely conducted, and its result is very much to be regretted.”

The fire at New Garden, N. C., on the 31st ult., at the school, destroyed King Hall, a three-story structure 100 by 60, with its furniture. It was used for a study, recitation, laboratory, etc., on the first floor, and for sleeping rooms on the upper floors. Its original cost, with furniture, was $20,000, and the insurance on it was $7,000. The building was put up not many years since for a Yearly Meeting house, and was used for

that purpose till the yearly meeting was moved to High Point. Arrangements were at Once made to accommodate the students in the other building, called Founders' Hall, and studies were not discontinued. (President Moore says, in this connection, that the School during its entire existence, 48 years, “has never missed a year. Here was one of the very few Schools in the South that did not close during the war.”) It is proposed to rebuild as soon as possible, and SubScriptions are in progress.

The Friend strongly disapproves the “missionary movement,” which is in progress amongst Orthodox Friends, and prints several letters sent to the editor on the subject, taking a like view. The objections urged are that the missionary societies usurp the functions of the church itself; that missionaries go “in their own will;” and that they are compensated for their work. A letter from a member of Western Yearly Meeting says that a prominent member of the “larger body” of that Yearly Meeting said some years ago, in the meeting of ministers and elders,” that if a minister should appoint a meeting amongst those who are accustomed to expect speaking on such occasions, and if the Lord did not give him a message for the people, he ought to have his mind so stored and trained that he could yet entertain them, that they should not be entirely disappointed. If we can accept such teaching, then we can have our missionary committees who can send out their agents with instructions to preach' I believe the missionary movement embraces this idea, or that this idea embraces the missionary work.”

From the New York Tribune. FIEA VY RAIN FALLS.

DISPATCH from China the other day gave some account of a very heavy and destructive rainfall in one of the provinces of the Middle Kingdom. It was stated that 10.22 inches were precipitated in twenty-four hours, with the result of flooding large tracts and doing much damage. What a fall of ten inches in twenty-four hours means may be realized from the fact that one inch of rain gives 100 tons of water per acre, or 60,000 tons to the Square mile. Ten inches, therefore, gives 1,000 tons of water to the acre, and 600,000 tons to the square mile. Yet the Chinese rainfall referred to is by no means in the front rank of such occurrences. For instance, Arago reports that on October 9, 1827, no less than 30.9 inches of rain fell in twenty-two hours at Joyeuse. That was three times the Chinese precipitation, and consequently reached 3,000 tons to the acre and 1,800,000 tons to the square mile. Again,on October 25, 1838, a waterspout broke over Gibraltar, and 30.11 inches of water fell. This is nearly two-thirds of the average annual rainfall of New York. No such fall has ever been recorded in England, though the rate of it was approached pretty closely on August 1, 1846, when 31.2 inches fell in two hours in St. Paul's churchyard. This was a very heavy rain for the locality, for at London a fall of more than one inch in twenty-four hours is rare. In the west of England, however, the precipitation is much more

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