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Rome and the world, for all is desolation.
Though to enrich the soil he slew the nation,
No fruit would ripen on its barren grave.

If there were gods, no gods could make it grow,
And can this silly boy? Not Caius-No!
Spirits of vengeance that so oft annoy me—
Furies of hell, commissioned to destroy me-
Let them, and Chaos my successors be.

Theirs be my sceptre!"

In his agony

The king sprang from his couch. With steps uncertain He sought the window, tore away the curtain,

Down through the darkness, with a trembling hand, He threw the emblem of his royal power.

And then fell back unconscious.

At that hour

A soldier, musing, might be seen to stand
Upon his watch, within the court below,

Blonde-bearded, tall. As though it ran to meet him,
The ivory sceptre fell;

and rose to greet him, Rebounding at his side. He did not know

Its meaning then, and seized it with his hand.
Then, musing still, he saw a distant land.

In yonder vale, where Weser's waters pass

Through gloomy woods he saw the tree-tops tremble,
In council, there, beheld his friends assemble,
Where every word was bright as burnished brass,
And weighty as the battle-axe in fighting;
Where hands were true in friendship, as in fighting.
He thought of one who, 'neath the cottage door,
Waited to greet her lord with fond caresses;
He saw her seated, with her amber tresses,
Twirling the spindle as she did of yore,
Thinking of him. Upon the green at play,
His little boy was fashioning a spear.

His eye so blue, so bright, devoid of fear,
It flashed amain, as though it sought to say,
"Give me a sword, and all the world is mine!"

Then, suddenly, beyond the rolling brine,
The soldier's eye beheld a wondrous sight.
To orient lands the scene had strangely shifted;
There, on a cross, he saw a martyr lifted,
And, in its grief, the sun refused its light.

He with the watch had stood which, one sad day,
The shameful cross had guarded with their lances,
And still he saw the martyr's patient glances,
Wherein an untold wealth of mercy lay.
But now-how strange!—above his native land
The cross, at length, in glory seemed to stand,
And countless tribes, beneath that emblem bright,
In armed array across the plains were streaming
Like angry floods, while on their banners gleaming,
Appeared the Crucified, enthroned in light.
He started up. A rumbling-low, uncertain-
Came from the palace, for the king was dead;
But gazing far beyond the morning's red,
He saw the rising of the future's curtain.

CHRISTIAN HEROISM.

BY REV. I. E. GRA EFF.

she lost a brother in far off China. He died in the naval hospital at Shanghai. During bis illness he was nursed by strangers. This aroused in the heart of IN ancient times valor and virtue his devoted sister a strong desire to folwere regarded as the same thing, but low the example of Miss Nightingale in these days it is understood that and other English women in the Crimes, there may be a broad difference be- and devote herself to the business of tween them. It is possible to be very nursing. She revealed her design to brave, and yet to lack all the elements the Bishop of Winchester, who told her of moral courage. To elevate and save she was too young to enter on such a men is true valor, though but little mission, and advised her to wait till her credit for heroism may be given to those mind was matured. She did wait a few who devote themselves to so noble a years, but her heart was full of deterwork. Man is made, not for fame, or mination and hope. Miss Nightingale for glory, or for success in life, but for was asked for advice and she gave it, honest sympathy, for self-denial, for and assisted Miss Lees in getting the self-sacrifice, for that kind of large- necessary training. She entered St. heartedness which dares to do right in Thomas's Hospital, and commenced the face of danger and contumely. It preparing for the work in which she is this sort of bravery that will over- meant to spend her life. After this she come and win laurels that are not liable entered King's College Hospital, and to fade. continued her course in that institution. Self-sacrifice is the key-note of Chris- Then she went to Holland, Denmark, tianity. Those who were moved by its Germany, and France, for the purspirit have never been self-seekers. They pose of perfecting her education. gave themselves to others without regard Kaiserswerth, in Germany, she passed to glory or fame. Many such have through the practical training of a received no reward but the con- nursing deaconess, and received a cersciousness of having done well and tificate of efficiency. Then she went nobly. Many of them passed away to France. M. Hasson, the Directorwithout receiving the approval of those General of civil hospitals, gave her perwhom they served. Perhaps the bravest mission to work in the chief hospitals of and the best of them were rewarded Paris under the charge of Roman with ingratitude—perhaps they were Catholic sisters. She was associated as compelled to sow in tears; still they a "Sœur Postulante" with the-Auguslooked for a day when they should tinians, the Dames of St. Thomas de come bearing their sheaves with joy. Let no one say that their hope was without foundation, since their works do follow them.

It is the province of all to cultivate and give expression to this kind of nobility and courage. All are intended to honor themselves with this sort of glory, timid women as well as bold and brave men. Some of the most delicate and frail are fighting the hard battle of life with an endurance which the heroes of a thousand wars could never surpass. On the arena of Christian sympathy and devotion scores of such make a full display of the higher glory of moral bravery. It is on this high level that woman has taken her firm stand, and has helped the cause of humanity with a giant hand.

Florence Lees was a young girl when

At

Villaneuve, and the Sours de Charité of St. Vincent de Paul. With these she worked harmoniously. Personally the kindness of the sisters to her was beyond words. They treated her more as a sister and friend, than as one separated from them by creed, country, and secular life. From them she learned lessons of quiet cheerfulness under difficulties, of hope and trust in an all overruling Providence, and a firm self-denial and utter giving up of self to Him whose divine charity she aimed to imitate.

Miss Lees got her last and most valuable training through the kind permission of Gen. Leboeuf, the French Minister of War, to work in the French military hospitals. The late Michel Levy, the director-general, took great interest in her. He had been associated with Miss Nightingale in the Crimea,

and for her sake he made Miss Lees force the door. The poor fellow wished pass through a course of training un- to go home to his "liebe mutter." usually severe; but the practical ex- Calling another patient to her help, perience she gained in this manner, at and, telling the delirious one he would the Val-de-Grâce, was so valuable that, go home the next day, he was prevailed in the course of her eventful after-life, upon to take his bed again. Another she never failed to gratefully remember delirious soldier was searching for a it. Such was the long and severe train- knife under his bed-fellow's pillow. ing of this brave young woman, for the The nurse got hold of it and hid it. work of Christian self-denial to which Such were her trials when left alone to she had determined to devote her life. take care of her patients as best she She had returned to her native land. could. No wonder that she entreated. Soon war was declared between France the surgeon, when he came round, that and Germany. The newspapers were she might not again be left alone in the full of the results of sanguinary battles. hospital at night.

The young nurse's heart was touched. She continued her labors in that She set out for the Continent, accom- place for many weeks. At last Bazaine panied by some German ladies. She surrendered; his prisoners were sent passed through Belgium to Cologne, into Germany. Miss Lees had done where she saw the wounded soldiers her work at Metz, but her self-imposed lying in rows along the station plat- task was not ended. She was taken to form. Then she passed on to Coblentz Hamburg, where she was put in charge and Treves, and finally she reached of a hospital of wounded soldiers, unMetz, which was her station. The jour- der the superintendence of the Crown ney was a rough one after she left the Prince of Prussia. After her return steamer. In the midst of the confusion from Germany, she made a voyage to she had lost her baggage, but she was Canada and the United States, to inthere herself to enter upon her work spect our hospitals here in America. with a heroism that shines brightly side She made this journey in 1873, and by side with the military valor of the visited. Halifax, Quebec, Montreal, campaign. Marshal Bazaine had taken Toronto, Cleveland, New York, Boston, refuge in Metz. Prince Frederick was Philadelphia, Washington, and Aninvesting the city. Miss Lees was ap- napolis. Later she became Directress pointed to an hospital at Marangue, in of the Westminster Nursing Associathe rear of the investing army, where tion, and continued to make herself she found miserable quarters in an old useful in her good work. barn. She slept on a bit of sacking Thus, then, we have a brief statefilled with straw. There was little ment of the life of this model Christian medicine and less food. The principal heroine. Her life may be regarded as disease among the soldiers was typhus a specifically exemplary one. She rose fever, occasioned by the dampness of above all that is merely personal and the trenches. The hospital had twenty- national, to the high and broad level two beds, and these were always full. of a common humanity. She did not Certainly the nurse of this field-hos- remain at home to nurse the invalids pital had no light task before her. of her own people, neither did she folWhen the men were brought in fever- low these into foreign lands and foreign stricken, they had first to be cleaned. wars. But she went among the sick of And, coming out of miry trenches, other nations, and risked her own life they were so incrusted with dirt that it in ministering to them. This may be required scraping before they could be called Christian self-sacrifice in the washed, after which the hard work of highest sense. There is nothing of nursing by night and day took its be- home sympathy in it. It looks entirely ginning, and all this in the midst of the like a pure offering on the altar of most depressing circumstances. The Christian love. It is hard to see how, men sometimes became furiously de- in the life of sinful mortals, there could lirious. One night she was alone. She be anything more like the sinless life of heard a noise up-stairs. She went up Jesus. and found a delirious soldier trying to

Still Miss Lees must not be held up

as the only Christian woman who has heroic philanthropy of modern times made a sublime display of the loftiest does not run on a higher level than heroism. She is but one among many, that of heathen benevolence, and much young and old, rich and poor, who of the large-heartedness of our day have done deeds of a like character. would hardly bear comparison with the Neither is this sort of noble bravery royal generosity of some of the ancient only of modern birth. The godly heathen sages. Yet we have the true women of all ages in the kingdom of light and a better faith than the anGod were moved by the same springs, cients had, and therefore we have inand did works of the same kind. Pious dividual characters which loom up imwomen were the companions of the mensely above all pagan greatness and Saviour, and stood by when He died on goodness, and a system of public benethe cross. Others after them caught ficence, such as the world with all its the same spirit, and ministered for wisdom could not have until the very Jesus' sake to both friend and foe. God of peace brought it down and gave Thus public beneficence took its course it to man. Christian heroism is not and grew immensely.

bravery simply, nor is it simply generosity, but it is bravery and generosity combined in the spirit of faith and love to both God and man. It is different from other heroism, because it is more divine, more heavenly, and even more human, than any valor can be which is not the offspring of the life of Christ in the world.

We have looked at a star of the first magnitude in the Christiau heavens. Let us not forget that there are many smaller stars, shining perhaps less brightly, but shining still with a Christian light before men. Not all have the same gifts, though all are inspired by the same Spirit. There are thousands in Israel who could not do the work of Florence Lees, even if they had the will. She evidently was fitted, both by nature and grace, for her peculiar mission. But her example should encourage every one to use his or her talents in some good and noble work.

Epimenides, an ancient philosopher and poet of Crete, was called to Athens to stay the plague. It is said that he succeeded in arresting the pestilence, and that he refused any reward for his services beyond the good-will of the Athenians towards the inhabitants of Gnossus, where he dwelt. This was showing an excellent spirit. Other ancient heathen philosophers have given evidence of similar high and generous motives. Yet all classic heathendom, with all its masterly genius and public spirit, failed to create a system of public beneficence, and, in the whole brilliant catalogue of its great masters, there is not a single character like the one we have just glanced at in the history of Florence Lees. To bring about such exhibitions of personal purity and self-denial, it was necessary to lift the human mind out of the sphere of the merely secular, and to give it a baptism from the presence of the Most High. Hence the ancient Hebrew had a system of public charity, while classic pagandom had nothing but occasional individual generosity to grace its brilliant record. Hence also the history of success. Let others have faith and the Christian era is so largely made up of the deeds of men and women, who were not only generous but full of selfsacrificing charity, regardless of all personal considerations. The humane impulses of our age have had their origin in the sublime ideals of the Christian life, and the various energies of mankind have thus received an inspiration higher and nobler than that of either philosophy or art.

It is no doubt true that much of the

She was in doubt when she first conceived the idea of becoming a nurse, but she began to prepare for such a mission, being full of faith and hope, and history has already recorded her

hope and endurance, in some Christian work or mission, waiting for their reward as those in days gone by have done, and that reward will as surely come as it has come before. Christian heroism, inspired by Christian hope, shall never be confounded.

Heaven's gates are not so highly arched
As princes' palaces; they that enter there
Must go upon their knees.

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lishment at Germantown, which became the most extensive in the colonies. After the death of the elder Saur, in 1758, the business was conducted by his son, who bore precisely the same name.

For about forty years, the Saurs, father and son, managed their affairs with eminent success, printing not only German books, almanacs, and newspapers, but also various publications in the English language. The whole number of their German books and pamphlets, of which many are sufficiently curious, was probably not less than two hundred. Their first publication was issued, like Franklin's earliest German books, in the interest of the Ephrata Society. The principal title, translated, reads: "Zion's Hill of Incense, or Mountain of Myrrh," Germantown, 1739. This was the earliest book printed in America in German characters.

It was in 1730, the year in which Benjamin Franklin founded the Philadelphia Library, that the celebrated printer was visited by several Germans, wearing long beards, and dressed like Capuchin monks, who commissioned him to print a German hymn-book. This was no small undertaking; but The most important enterprise of "Poor Richard * was not the man to Christopher Saur, the elder, was the neglect an opportunity of turning an publication of a 4to. German Bible, of honest penny, and he succeeded in com- which the first edition was printed in pleting the volume, though it is not 1743. This, it will be remembered, surprising that its typography should was the first edition of the Bible in a not have been greatly to his credit. European language which had yet appeared in America, and its publication must have been regarded as a stupendous undertaking. A second edition appeared in 1763, and proved so profitabie that the publisher felt justified in devoting a part of the proceeds to the gratuitous circulation of the "Geistliches' Magazin," which is said to have been the earliest American, religious periodical. A third edition of the Bible was printed in 1776; but, as many of the unbound sheets were seized and made into cartridges at the battle of Germantown, it is now quite rare, and known as the "Cartridge Bible."

The book itself was a small 12mo., printed in Roman characters, and consisting of mystical, poetical compositions, emanating from the curious sect of "Seventh-Day Baptists" which, under the leadership of Conrad Beissel, had recently founded a monastic establishment at Ephrata, in Lancaster county, Pennsylvania. They were Pietists of the extreme mystical school, and a schism from the sect of "Dunkers," founded in 1708, by Alexander Mack. This peculiar people appears to have been very fond of hymnology, for, in 1732 and 1733, they issued two similar volumes, which, if not possessing a high order of literary merit, are at least interesting as expressing the peculiar chiliastic views and aspirations of their authors.

By this time, the Germans in Pennsylvania had beco ne very numerous, and naturally required more books in their native language than Franklin, with his limited facilities, was able to provide. Their wants, were, however, well met by Christopher Saur (or Sower) who, in 1739, founded a printing estab

In the mean time, the monks of Ephrata had not been idle. Having quarrelled with the elder Saur, whose wife had left him and joined their order, they, in 1742, imported a press from Germany, and began the publication of a series of volumes, principally devoted to the propagation of their pe

The earliest appears to be Sauer, but in Ger *The family name appears in various forms. man publications it was generally printed Saur, and finally it was anglicized into Sower

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