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was assassinated by a fanatic, named Ravaillac. His death was regarded as a national calamity, but the effect of his victories remained, and for nearly a hundred years the Protestants of France enjoyed comparative security. In other countries, however, persecutions still continued, and these we propose to con
sider in our next article.
A BEAUTIFUL INCIDENT.
On board the ill-fated steamer, Seawanhaka, was one of the Fisk University singers. Before leaving the burning ship and committing himself to the merciless waves, he carefully fastened upon himself and his wife life-preservers. Some one cruelly dragged away that of the wife, leaving her without hope, except as she could cling to her husband. This she did, placing her hands firmly upon his shoulders, and resting there until her strength becoming exhausted she said, “I can hold no longer!"" Try a little longEverybody knows that the series of er," was the response of the wearied Psalms in our version of the Scriptures and agonized husband; "let us sing ends with the 150th, which concludes Rock of Ages. And as the sweet with the beautiful verse that strikes the strains floated over those troubled wakey-note of the whole book: "Letters, reaching the ears of the sinking everything that hath breath praise the and dying, little did they know, those Lord. Praise ye the Lord." There is, sweet singers of Israel, whom they comhowever, an apocryphal composition on forted. the killing of Goliath by David, which, though not found in Hebrew, is given as Psalm CLI. in Syriac and in most of the Greek versions. It is very ancient,
But lo! as they sang, one after another, the exhausted ones were seen raising their heads above the overwhelming waves, joining with a last effort in and St. Athanasius regarded it as ca- this sweet, dying, pleading prayer: nonical; but it is probably nothing more than a versification of the seventeenth chapter of 1st Samuel by some known hand. The following is an abbreviation of a very literal version executed by Richard Brathwait, in 1638:
Doth hearken to my prayer.
Me from the shepherd's toil;
My brethren, beautiful and tall,
But in them, and their comeliness,
To meet the boasting alien chief,
"Rock of Ages, cleft for me,
With the song seemed to come strength; another and yet another was encouraged to renewed efforts.
Soon in the distance a boat was seen approaching. Could they hold out a little longer? Singing still they tried; and soon, with superhuman strength, laid hold of the lifeboat, upon which they were borne in safety to land.
This is no fiction; it was related by the singer himself, who said he believed Toplady's sweet "Rock of Ages" saved many another besides himself and wife. -Selected.
THE BANK OF ENGLAND.-The Bank of England covers nearly five acres, and includes most of a parish, with the church-yard now known in the bank parlance as "The Garden," and a very neat little garden it is. Long after it had ceased to be a burial ground, an ancient servant of the bank, of amazing stature, was buried there for safe keeping by request of his friends, who feared that some enterprising museum would go for his skeleton. The bank occupies the site also of the house and garden of Mr.
Houblon, its first Governor, a Huguenot,
MEN WHO WIN.-It is not the men of great talents who often do the great work of the world. It is the men who have trained their working powers the best. The greatest engineer of England was a man of only medium talents; but he was a giant in principle. He gave himself wholly to it when a task was to be done. If a mountain was to be pierced and a roadway made through its heart; if an "impracticable and impossible" bridge was to span a chasm or valley, he would shut himself up for a few days in his room, and scarcely eat or sleep while he turned the matter over in his mind. At the end he would come out smiling, with his plans all clearly laid and his hand ready to set to work and carry them out. Those who wish to be great men and women, in the truest sense, must learn to be great workers, both with brain and hand. The two must go together, or they will accomplish nothing of importance to themselves or the world. Train the working power to its utmost capacity if you desire to make your mark in the age in which you live.-The Lutheran.
OVER AGAINST THE TREASURY.
Over against the Treasury this day
The Master silent sits; whilst, unaware
The people pass or pause upon their way.
And some go laden with His treasures sweet,
And cast a careless gift before His face,
And still the hours roll on; serene and fair
The Master keeps His watch, but who can
The thoughts that in His tender Spirit swell,
Cast down for us a price so vast and dread,
Oh, shall unworthy gifts once more be thrown
HUSBANDS AND WIVES.-A good husband makes a good wife. Some men can neither do without wives nor with them; they are wretched alone in what is called single blessedness, and they make their homes miserable when they get married; they are like Tomkins' dog, which could not bear to be aloose, and howled when it was tied up. Happy bachelors are likely to be happy husbands, and a happy husband is the happiest of men. A well-matched couple carry a joyful life between them, as the two spies carried the cluster of Eschol. They are a brace of birds of Paradise. They multiply their joys by snaring them, and lessen their troubles by dividing them. This is fine arithmetic. The wagon of care rolls lightly along as they pull together; and when it drags a little heavy, or there is a hitch anywhere, they love each other all the more, and so lighten the labor.-John Ploughman.
A PERSONAL REMINISCENCE.
ber probably required as much labor as ten at a later period, but the editor was untiring, and rapidly improved. Series Some twenty-six years ago, when the of articles appeared, which were subsepresent editor of THE GUARDIAN was quently gathered into precious volumes. still in his teens, Dr. Harbaugh one day Gradually a corps of contributors gathsurprised him by inquiring, "Joseph, ered around the editor, many of whom have you ever written anything for pub-were thus started upon an honorable lication?" It was a searching question, literary career. Hundreds, perhaps thouand brought out the confession, accom- sands, of readers learned to appreciate a panied by many blushes, that occasion- literature which, though not sensational, ally, and with great secrecy, a sketch or was pure and edifying, and best of all, the a few verses had been sent to a certain GUARDIAN was faithful to its name, and newspaper, where they were published was thus instrumental in keeping multiunder an assumed name "Let me see tudes of the young in the ways of rightsome of your work!" said the Doctor. Such an appeal could not be resisted, and THE GUARDIAN, like the church with in a few minutes the visitor was examining which it is most closely connected, makes the contents of the boy's portfolio. but little noise in the world, but it ap"Well!" he said, at last, "I want you pears to have the elements of permato write for THE GUARDIAN. It is betnency. Nearly all the magazines which ter to write for your own people than were so popular thirty years ago have for strangers. Do not write for the pur-disappeared, but still THE GUARDIAN pose of gaining personal reputation pursues the even tenor of its way. It that is vanity-but for the purpose of has proved a potent lever for the social, doing good. Possibly I will criticize literary, and religious elevation of our your work unmercifully, and sometimes reject an article altogether. Never mind people, and we believe its work is not half done. Do you wonder that we that! Get to work again. Let us labor love THE GUARDIAN? for the literary and religious advancement of our people."
In this way we became a contributor to THE GUARDIAN-at first anonymously, but afterwards, more publicly and boldly. If Dr. Harbaugh had not thus taken us by the hand, it is likely that apart from the boyish efforts to which we have alluded-we would never have ventured to appear in print. Though we have done but little, we are thankful that we were permitted to engage in the work which Dr. Harbaugh inaugurated.
Many persons have an erroneous impression, gained principally from reading novels, that certain surnames are indicative of high social position, while others are as inseparably connected with vulgarity. Because there are certain exalted families in England whose names have been favorites with novelists-names like Mordaunt or Montague, De Vere or Courtenay-it however does not follow that all who bear them are
It is now nearly thirty-three years since THE GUARDIAN was founded. Any entitled to bask in the splendor of their one who examines the earliest numbers greatness. On the contrary, such names must observe that the editor was not at are apt to beget suspicion unless susthat time a fluent writer. The first num-tained by recognized social position.
The person who finds it necessary to ing somewhat similar story concerning change his name is certain to choose George William Curtis, for many years some high-sounding patronymic. The editor of Harper's Monthly and Weekly, actor, the ballet-dancer, and the circus- and author of many delightful volumes. rider are sure to assume surnames which It is cheering to find such an example of they imagine, will "fill the trump of genuine honesty among American aufame." These names descend to their thors: children; and this may account for their abundance in the police reports.
If there could be any choice in the matter, a name "as plain as a pikest aff" would perhaps be most desirable, as being reasonably secure from such spoliation. In England there are many distinguished families with names which our modern novelists would employ only the articles of partnership was declared for purposes of caricature. Take, for to be legally responsible for a portion of instance, the Scrope family,who since the its debts. Many of his friends held that middle ages, have ranked among the he was in no way bound beyond the foremost in the land. The very ugliness $10,000, and urged him to test the quesof the name has to a great extent pre- tion in the courts. Mr. Curtis refused, served it from being dishonored by those although his decision involved the asnot entitled to bear it. What name has sumption by him of a debt of $100,000. a fairer reputation than that of the Strutt He surrendered all his property. In family, of Belper? In Scotland ther sixteen years, by most arduous labor, is no better name than Skene, nor in Ire- writing and lecturing, he paid the last land than Glubb, and yet the modern dollar of the debt." novel-reader would probably decidedly object to a hero with such a surname. Such snobbishness is of a piece with that of young American girls, who marry foreign adventurers for the purpose of gaining a title. They should remember that "all is not gold that glitters."
We have always regarded the honesty of Sir Walter Scott, as manifested in his herculean efforts to pay the debts of the business firm with which he had become involved, as the grandest feature of his character. It will be remembered that by the failure of his publishers he became responsible for debts amounting to about half a million of dollars, and though he might easily have avoided payment, he insisted on assuming the whole amount. By years of unremitting labor he succeeded in paying this enor mous debt, but there can be no doubt that his death was hastened by excessive literary labor. It was, however, a glorious achievement, and has done more to exalt the memory of Scott than all his works of genius.
We find in our exchanges the follow-fice everything and say nothing.
"George William Curtis in 1855 became a silent partner in the business firm of Dix, Edwards & Co., the publishers of Putnam's Monthly He invested $10,000 in the concern; but had no part in its management. Two years later the firm failed, and Mr. Curtis through some informality in drawing up
THE NINETEENTH CENTURY.-The learned tell us that the nineteenth cen
tury requires advanced thought. I wish
MANY a small man is never done talk. ing about the sacrifices he makes, but he is a great maa indeed who can sacri
Alas! alas! all words seem vain,
A LAY FROM THE POULTRY YARD.
SELECTED BY A FRIEND OF THE GUARDIAN.
I had a flock of chickens,
From Indian jungles brought,
How pretty their bright beady eyes,
How daintily they seemed to pick,
The water from the platter.
Of my charming little chickens!
I fixed for them a cosy coop
To shield them from the storm,
To keep them snug and warm,
I would there were as much of truth,
Ah! vain was all my tender care,
Wild March with stormy breath,
Three slept the sleep of death,
How earnestly the rest I strove,
To shield from hurt or harm, And fortune seemed to favor me,
The air grew soft and warm;
Fell victims to the "gaps."
By fate's fell arrows stricken,
No need for me at morn or eve
A dewy dimness thickens,
KEEP THE SCHOOL OPEN!
The season is rapidly approaching when many country Sunday Schools will be closed for the winter. In some places this is no doubt almost a necessity. Though the little ones bravely face the weather during the week on their way to school, the distance to Sunday-school is often much greater, and parents do not like to send their children so far during the inclement season. Teachers, too, who have to go a considerable distance to church in the forenoon, shrink from undertaking a similar journey the same day.
These are real difficulties, but we believe they are not insurmountable. Perhaps a little village has grown up near the church which might be depended upon to furnish a little company of scholars. Or, parents living at a distance might be induced to bring their children in a carriage, or sleigh, and coming with them in this way might themselves become interested in the work of the school. A few faithful teachers might probably be found who would agree to be in their places during the winter, and if it came to the worst a single active teacher might succeed in interesting and instructing the whole school. The effect