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before the University of Oxford, thus gives infant from us, and on Sunday, at midnight, it lay a

a practical summary of its results and effects. He asks:

What is faith? It may be somewhat understood by its results. It is no partial or transient feverish emotion with which the soul throbs now and then, but it is the regular pulse of our spiritual life. It is not an occasional recognition of the facts of our redemption, but a steady, lively remembrance of all that Christ has done for us. It is not merely the casting an occasional glance to Him, not an occasional dedication of ourselves to Him as His liege subjects, but it is a fixed and concentrated gaze, the total surrender of ourselves, our reason, and our wills. It is not an occasional Lord, Lord, but it is as if a man should say, "Lord, thou art mine, and I am thine; I am sick, do thou heal me; I am lame, do thou support me; I am blind, do thou lead me; I am lost, do thou save me;" combined with a ready mind, a firm step, a quick eye; a ready mind to do what He bids, to follow where He leads; a quick eye to see His bidding, catch His glance and meaning; a firm step to tread in His path.


BOGATZKY has some pertinent and sensible remarks on worldly happiness, and the vanity of all attempts to educe soul-satisfying enjoyments from mere earthly gratifica


If you were to see a man endeavoring all his life to satisfy his thirst by holding an empty cup to his mouth, you would certainly despise his ignorance; but if you should see others, of finer understandings, ridiculing the dull satisfaction of one cup, and thinking to satisfy their thirst by a variety of gilt and golden empty cups, would you think that these were even the wiser, or happier, or better employed, than the object of their contempt? Now this is all the difference that you can see in the various forms of happiness caught at by the men of the world. Let the wit, the great scholar, the fine genius, the great statesman, the polite gentleman, unite all their schemes, and they can only show you more and various empty appearances of happiness; give them all the world into their hands, let them cut and carve as they please, they can only make a greater variety of empty cups; for, search as deep and look as far as you will, there is nothing here to be found that is nobler or greater than high eating and drinking, than rich dress and human applause, unless you look for it in the wisdom and laws of religion. Reader, reflect upon the vanity of all who live without godliness, that you may be earnest at a throne of grace, to be turned from the creature and seek for happiness in the Creator. The poorest Christian, who lives upon Christ, and walks in daily fellowship with God, is happier than the richest worldling. Indeed, such only are happy.

A MOTHER'S LOVE FOR HER FIRST-BORN. SIMPLY expressed, and truthful, as many witnesses, were it needful, might be called upon to prove, is this statement of a father relative to the death of his first-born:

We were to leave our lodgings on Monday morning; but on Saturday evening the child was seized with convulsions, and all Sunday the mother watched and prayed for it; but it pleased God to take the innocent

corpse in its mother's bosom. Amen. We have other children, happy and well, now round about us; and from the father's heart the memory of this little thing has almost faded; but I do believe that every day of her life the mother thinks of the first-born that was with her for so short a while; and many and many a time has she taken her daughters to the grave, where he lies buried, and she wears still at her neck a little, little lock of gold hair, which she took from the head of the infant as he lay smiling in his coffin. It has happened to me to forget the child's birthday, but to her never; and often, in the midst of common talk, comes something that shows she is thinking of the child still, some simple allusion that is to me inexpressibly affecting. I shall not try to describe her grief, for such things are sacred and secret; and a man has no business to place them on paper for all the world to read.


Ir is related of a little girl, who had given her young heart to the Saviour, that when, on her death bed, she was asked as to her feelings now that she was entering the dark valley, she faintly echoed back the question, "Dark? dark? It is not dark!" How dif

ferent the last words of the learned philosopher and poet when his hour had come:

By a closed window in the city of Germany sat an old man, grave, and dignified, and serene. Books were scattered around him, and his pen was still in his fingers-that pen which for more than fifty years he had wielded with an almost superhuman power; but now the hand that held it moves nervously in the air, and seems to be writing vague and indistinct shadows, where no substance was. The eyo that had flashed like a meteor or a sun is now darkened and obscured.

He had trod the steeps of learning, gathering many a laurel; and, treading the flowery paths of poetry, be plucked sweet flowers on heights where mortals seldom tread. His mind, gigantic in its grasp, and farseeing in its penetrations, had piled up speculations high and majestic, and separated the atoms of thought, which to others were elements. He had captivated, enchained, charmed, dazzled, bewildered; but now he was treading the dark valley, and its gloomy shades began to thicken around him; no light streamed in from the eternal throne; and his mind, wandering amid the mazes of poetry and philosophy, could only cry out in anguish, "Open the shutters and let in more light!" And soon the "silver cord was loosed, and the golden bowl was broken, and the keepers could no longer look out at the windows," and thus crying out for more light his soul departed.

What a picture of a gifted man, endowed with a genius far beyond the common order of even intellectual men; successful in every department of knowledge, even those so wide apart as poetry and optics; loaded with honors; living to see his own fame acknowledged in all lands; and dying only when the ordinary term of human life had long been passed; yet when death did come, unable to articulate any confident hope or a single consolatory word, amid the overshadowing gloom! Yet how could it be otherwise? The great man lived in sordid egotism. He was a god to himself. This feeling ran through all his course. When, therefore, he died, what was left

to him but to utter that mournful cry, Open the shutters und let in more light! The strong man wanted a helper when he began to go down into the dark valley.


THE Greyson Correspondence, noticed at some length in our pages last month, is pervaded by a keen and caustic vein of sarcasm. As a specimen, take the following, equally applicable to some graveyards in our own country as to those in England:

I spent some time in the church-yard, spelling out the names of some of the old inhabitants of our early days, and beholding, with pleased surprise, from the (as usual) truthful epitaphs, that many of them were garnished and decorated with virtues of which, while they lived, I had not had the smallest suspicion; so artfully had Christian humility concealed their excellences!

Superstition no longer deifies the dead, but affection angelizes them. For my part, I think if I were bedaubed and bedizened with one of the tawdry epitaphs I have sometimes seen in a country church-yard, it would be enough to make me get up in the night and scratch it out. There was our old acquaintance, Farmer Veesey's fat wife, who resembled (as some one said of her like) "a fillet of veal upon castors," decked out in a suit of virtues which might not have misbecome a scraph. Several others of our old acquaintances I found were such wives, mothers, neighbors, friends; so charitable, gentle, forgiving! Surely the parson in our time must have had an easy time of it, an absolute sinecure, with such a flock.

It is really odd to see so much wickedness above ground, and so much goodness under it. Ah! if they could but change places, what a pleasant world it would be! Or rather, perhaps, we ought to say, "Who can wonder that so much iniquity is left among the living, when such cart-loads of all the cardinal and other virtues are thus yearly shoveled into the earth by the undertaker?" Any way, however, it is a pleasant thing to find our old friends improved by keeping, and looking better in their winding-sheets than ever they did in silks or satins.


WEBSTER gives, as one of his definitions of the word Bore-A person or thing that wearies by iteration. In that sense the word does not appear to have been known by Walker. The thing, however, has existed in all ages, and ROGER of LILLE, a theologian of the thirteenth century, thus describes it:

This class of men never die; they never have the common decency to die. They spin out existence to the latest moment, and usually enjoy good health and the unimpaired use of their tongue till the latest inoment. In fact, they are never dumb till they are coffined. They travel extensively, and know all countries and persons, and everything in and about them. They stick closely to you, nor can any coldness of manner shake them off. If you get into a passion, they only smile at your simplicity. Bolt them out of the door, they will come in by the window to tell you something they had forgotten to mention. They read VOL. XII.-7

incessantly, and deal out again all they receive; and when they begin their labors, they always promise to be very brief. They never forget names or places; these are their guides and finger-posts to long ha rangues. They have a great talent of minute description, and treasure up every cast-off rag of other men's conversation. They are the great torments of a university man's life.


CHARLES READE is down upon the stoneworshipers, and amuses himself with pleasant raps, not upon the rocks, but on the rock-chippers:

Politics, love, theology, art, are full of thorns; but when you see a man perched like a crow on a rock chipping it, you see a happy dog. You who are on the look-out for beauty, find irregular features or lackluster dolls; you who love wit are brained with puns or ill-nature, the two forms of wit that exist out of books. But the hammerist can jump out of his gig at any turn of the road, and find that which his soul desires; the meanest stone a boy throws at a robin is millions of years older than the Farnese Hercules, and has a history as well as a sermon.

Stones are curious things. If a man is paid for breaking them he is wretched; but if he can bring his mind to do it gratis, he is at the summit of content! With these men life is a felicitous dream: they are not subject to low spirits like other men; they sinile away their human day; and when they are to die they don't seem to mind it so very much. Can they take anything easy by giving it one of their hard names-is the grave to them a cretaceous, or argillaceous, or ferruginous bed, I beg their pardon-strá



THE wise man found nothing new under the sun. He alluded more especially to the discoveries of science and the revelations of philosophy. HUGH MILLER goes a step further, and finds nothing new even in the regions of the absurd and the ridiculous:

"No one need expect to be original simply by being absurd. There is a cycle in nonsense, which ever and anon brings back the delusions and errors of an earlier time. The follies of the present day are transcripts, unwittingly produced, and with, of course, a few variations, of follies which existed a century ago.

THE GERMS OF THE BEAUTIFUL. HERE are a few stanzas (the author is not known to us) with which we may appropriately end our chapter for the present month:

Scatter the germs of the beautiful,
By the wayside let them fall,
That the rose may spring by the cottage gate,
And the vine on the garden wall;
Cover the rough and the rude of earth

With a vail of leaves and flowers,
And mark with the opening bud and cup
The march of summer hours.

Scatter the germs of the beautiful

In the holy shrine of home;

Let the pure, and the fair, and the graceful there
In their loveliest luster come;

Leave not a trace of deformity In the temple of the heart,

But gather about its hearth the gems Of Nature and of Art.

Scatter the germs of the beautiful

In the temples of our God

The God who starr'd the uplifted sky,
And flower'd the trampled sod;
When he built a temple for himself,
And a home for his priestly race,
He rear'd each arch in symmetry,
And curved each line in grace.

Scatter the germs of the beautiful

In the depths of the human soul;

They shall bud and blossom, and bear the fruit, While the endless ages roll;

Plant with the flowers of charity

The portals of the tomb,

And the fair and the pure about thy path
In Paradise shall bloom!

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EDITORIAL NOTES AND GLEANINGS. THE REVOLT IN INDIA.-Perhaps never since the world began have been enacted scenes of greater horror than India has exhibited during the last few months of the year just ended. The barbarous cruelties of the natives, inflicted upon defenseless men, women, and children, arson, robbery, rape, murder, with the terrible retaliation of the British soldiery, have been spread before the public by pen and pencil until the soul sickens at the picture. And the end is not yet. True, Delhi has fallen, and the English papers predict the speedy annihilation of the rebellion, and the restoration of order and tranquillity. Either intentionally or from ignorance, the extent of the disaffection is vastly underrated. We have been told that it is confined almost exclusively to the Sepoys or native soldiers, and that, even of them, it embraces but a portion. Certainly nothing is to be gained by a suppression of the truth, or by giving it a false coloring. No man in India has had a better opportunity for ascertaining the facts in the case than the well-known missionary, the Rev. Alexander Duff, whose life has been devoted to the cause of Christ in India. He has given his views upon the subject in a letter written to a friend in Scotland. Although they are expressed in his own strong language and nervous style, his facts may be relied upon, and his opinions are entitled to consideration. As to the feelings of the great masses of the natives toward the British government Dr. Duff says:

"That there ever was anything like affection or loyal attachment, in any true sense of these terms, on the part of any considerable portion of the native population toward the British power, is what no one who really knows them can honestly aver. Individ ual natives have become attached to individual Britons. Of the truth of this statement even the recent sanguinary mutinies have furnished some conspicuous examples. But such isolated facts can prove nothing as to the feelings generally prevalent with respect to the British and their power. On the first subjugation

or annexation of a province, the laboring classes, under a fresh sense of the manifold tyrannies, exactions, and disorders from which they are delivered, usually express satisfaction and delight. But as the first generation dies out, and another rises up knowing nothing but the oven, steady, continuous demands of the British authorities, demands which they cannot evade, as they often might amid the weakness and turbulence of native rule, they are apt to settle down into a state of necessitated acquiescence, or sullen indifference, or latent disaffection and discontent, often secretly sighing for a change of rulers, that might give them some chance of helping or bettering themselves. Such I believe to be the general condition of the people of India as regards their feelings toward the British and their government. And such being their condition, any one might anticipate the evolution of conduct which they might be expected to exhibit in the midst of a rebellion, with what must appear to their minds its doubtful issues. The quieter and more thoughtful spirits, under dread of ultimate retribution, would hold back, or perhaps show favor or kindness to such Britons as dame in their way. The bolder, more resolute, and more impetuous spirits, on the other hand, would at once be ready to sound a jubilee of triumph over the downfall of the British power, and equally ready to display the insolence of triumph over helpless and fugitive Britons. And this I believe to be a tolerably exact picture of the state of feeling and conduct among the native population in the Northwest and Central Indian territories toward the British and their rule.

"After escaping from the murderous hands of muti. neers, British gentlemen and ladies have, in particular instances, experienced kindness at the hands of the common villagers; but in far the greater number of instances they have experienced quite the reverse. On this account they have been constantly compelled to shun the villages altogether, and betake themselves to jungles and beasts of prey, and to manifold priva tions, the narration of which makes one almost shndder. And among the murders ever and anon reported in our public journals, how often do we find this entry opposite a name, Killed by the villagers! One of a volunteer expedition, which lately went out into the district of Meerut, writes that it was 'evident as they went along that the whole country was up,' adding, that on reaching Rerote, which city was considered friendly to us, they were at once received by a friendly salute of thirty matchlocks in their faces Authentie notifications of a somewhat similar kind have also reached us from other places. A medical gentleman who has recently published an elaborate account of the escape of himself, with other gentlemen, ladies, and children, amounting in all to twenty-seven in number, from Angur, in Central India, testifies that every vil lager was uncivil, and that the smile of respectful submission with which the European officer was wont to be greeted, was displaced by an angry scowl and haughty air toward the despicable Feringhee, whose raj (or reign) was at an end.' Throughout their twelve days' wanderings they continued to encounter the most terrible hardships and dangers from the hatred, incivility, and contempt of the villagers. This very day, in one of our public journals, a gentleman, long resident in the interior, thus writes: I have lost all my property, but my principal object is to impress upon my countryinen (to convince the government of this truth seems hopeless) the utter and most virulent hatred the natives have evinced throughout this outbreak, both to our government and Europeans generally. In every instance where troops have mutinied they have been joined by the inhabitants, not only of the bazaars, but of the towns and villages adjacent, who not only assisted the Sepoys in burning, looting, (plundering,) and destroying government property, and that of European settlers, and all Christians, and in killing any of them they could; but after the departure of the mutineers, continued the devastation, and completed it. I am a very long resident in this country, and having been in a position to hear the true sentiments of the natives (who neither feared me nor required anything from me) toward our government, and ourselves, I have been long aware of their hatred toward both, and that opportunity alone was wanted to display it as they now have done; and where it has not been shown, rest assured it is only from fear or interest, and when they did not recognize opportunity."

Now, in the face of these, and scores of other substantially similar statements from all parts of the Northwest and Central India, what becomes of the lullaby declarations of those who would fain persuado

the British public that nowhere among the general civic or rural population of India does there exist any feeling of ill will, or discontent, or disaffection, toward the British or their government? All such unqualified declarations I do most solemnly regard as a gigantic (I do not say willful) imposition on the British people; an imposition which, if not timeously exposed, is sure to prove as fatal to the reestablishment and perpetuity of British supremacy, as it is in itself gigantic. If the seeds of a deadly disease are lurking, though it may be but partially developed, in the very vitals of the constitution, and if the existence of these, in spite of obvieus symptoms and warnings, be deliberately ignored, what can we expect, except that, one day or other, they will break forth into a raging virulence which all the art of the most skillful physician can neither mitigate nor arrest?

"It is but right, therefore, that the British people should be jealously on their guard against the fairweather representations of men high in office, men who from personal intercourse know nothing of native sentiment beyond the glozing lies of a few fawning sycophants, men who, from motives of political partizanship and personal self-interest, are sorely tempted to mistake the apparent calm on the upper surface for peace, contentment, and loyalty. It is but right that the British people, to whom the God of providence has so mysteriously intrusted the sovereignty of this vast Indian empire, should know the real state of native feeling toward us and our power, that they may insist on a searching scrutiny into the causes which may have superinduced it, and, detecting the causes, may demand, as with a voice of thunder, Bome commensurate remedy. Their own character, their reputation for phi'anthropy and justice among the nations, and, above all, their own sense of stewardship and accountability to the great God for the amazing trust committed to them, all challenge them to a speedy and authoritative interposition in this terrific crisis of their paramount power in Asia. If they refrain, the certainty is, that though our gallant soldiers may, at the cost of torrents of human blood, effect and enforce an apparent pacification, there will not be introduced the elements of a permanent peace. Measures will be devised which, by their inadequacy and anadaptedness,

"Can only skin and film the ulcerous part,
While rank corruption, mining all within,
Infects unseen."

The great question remains, What is to be done? How is peace to be restored, and the blessings of civilization and of Christianity to be diffused among the swarming myriads of India? Dr. Duff answers the question. But his answer, we fear, will not be received by those who have the control of matters; who, professing, indeed, the Christian name, have, by their servile truckling to the abominations of idolatry, and their inordinate covetousness of wealth and power, exhibited anything else rather than the spirit of Christianity. But the time will come when such admonitions must be heeded, and every friend of Christ and of humanity will echo the missionary's prayer that Great Britain may speedily avail herself of the means within her reach to perpetuate her own ascendency, and to bless that large portion of the pagan world which Divine providence has thrown into her hands.

"Railways, and telegraphs, and irrigating canals, and other material improvements alone will not do. Mere secular education, sharpening the intellect, and leaving the heart a prey to the foulest passions and most wayward impulses, will not do. Mere legislation, which, in humanely prohibiting cruel rites and barbarous usages, goes greatly ahead of the darkened intelligence of the people, will not do. New settlements of the revenue, and landed tenures, however equitable in themselves, will not do. Ameliorations in the present monstrous system of police and corrupting inachinery of law courts, however advantageous, alone will not suffice. A radical organic change in the structure of government, such as would transfer it exclusively to the crown, would not, could not, of itself furnish an adequate cure for our deep-seated maladies.

"No, no! Perhaps the present earthquake-shock

which has passed over Indian society, upheaving and tearing to shreds some of the noblest monuments of material civilization, as well as the most improved expedients of legislative and administrative wisdom, has been permitted to prove that all merely human plans and systems whatsoever that exclude the life-awakening, elevating, purifying doctrines of gospel grace and salvation, have impotence and failure stamped on their wrinkled brows. Let, then, the Christian people of the highly-favored British isles, in their heavenconferred prerogatives, rise up, and, resistless as the ocean in its mighty swell, let them decrec, in the name of Him that liveth forever and ever, that henceforward those commissioned by them to rule over and administer justice to the millions of this land shall not dare, in their public acts and proclamations, practically to ignore or scornfully repudiate the very name and faith of Jesus, while they foster and honor the degrading superstitions of Brahma and Mohammed. Let the British Churches, at the same time, arise and resolve, at whatever cost of self-denial, to grapple in right earnest, as they have never yet done, with the stupendous work of supplanting the three thousand years' consolidated empire of Satan in these vast realms, by the establishment of Messiah's reign. Then, instead of the fiendish howl, with its attendant rapine, and conflagration, and massacre, we shall have millennial songs of gratitude and praise from the hearts and lips of ransomed myriads. Who can tell but that He who 'rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm,' may graciously overrule our present terrible calamities for the hastening on of this glorious consummation! 'Amen,' let us respond, 'Yea, and amen.'"

STATE OF SOCIETY IN TEXAS.-In a brief notice of "Olmsted's Journey through Texas," in THE NATIONAL for November, we gave an extract which has offended one of our subscribers in that region. He sends us a letter which he "sincerely hopes we will do Texas the justice to publish." It is written in an unexceptionable style, and we print the material portion. He


"I am a native of New England, but for fifteen years past have labored as a Methodist itinerant in Texas. I have preached in cities and on plantations, from the sea-board to the extreme frontier, have trav eled as presiding elder, and agent of the American Bible Society, and have never witnessed anything to compare with the domestic scene which you have deemed worthy of a place in THE NATIONAL MAGAZINE.

"The great mass of the people of Texas are intelligent and refined, and carefully observant of all the courtesies of life."

Thus much for the point in dispute between Mr. Olmsted and our correspondent. It proves that some men see what others do not, and that the standard of "refinement" varies, and that there is a difference of opinion as to what constitute "the courtesies of life." On the slave question our correspondent adduces the old argument, which we venture to say had far less weight with him "fifteen years" ago than it now has. Does he really think that the state of society here at the North would be improved if two thirds of our population should become the "property" of the other third? That, evidently, is the legitimate tendency of his logic. But hear our correspondent:

"You will perhaps hardly credit what I say about our colored population. There may occasionally be found a master who treats his servants unkindly, as there are cruel husbands and fathers, but as a class, I verily believe our slaves are the best fed, best clothed, best cared for, and happiest laborers in the world. While tens of thousands of your operatives are now thrown out of employment, to pine with hunger, and freeze this winter, ours know nothing of hard times. And if the cotton and sugar crops were to fail for years, the negro would still receive his full supply of food and clothing. He is his master's property, and interest, as well as humanity, demands that his physical wants should be well supplied.

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MAKING UP A SALARY.-A correspondent of the New York Examiner gives the following instance of sharp practice in "obtaining goods under false pretenses," a resort to an expedient which can hardly be too severely condemned. A pastor of a neighboring church who occupied the pulpit on a Sabbath evening with a Baptist brother who there preached his farewell sermon, was requested by one of the deacons to announce, at the conclusion of the services, that the congregation wished to tender a collection, as a mark of their esteem for the man who had just pronounced his farewell. The congregation generously responded, and the boxes were passed, but when the retiring pastor spoke to one of the deacons of the matter at the close of the service, he was coolly informed that the collection was for the purpose of making up a deficiency in his salary!

THE DECLINE OF ROMANISM.-Many good people have great fears of the spread of Popery in these United States. Their fears, we think, are utterly groundless. The Romish Church, notwithstanding its boasted achievements in the way of consecrating priests and erecting cathedrals, is only able to keep a respectable standing as to numbers by enrolling emigrants from the old world. Its converts from our native population are few and far between. One of their own papers, The Tablet, admits the fact,

and says:

"Few insurance companies, we venture to assert, would take a risk on the national life of a creed which puts five hundred daily into the grave for one it wins over to its communion. And yet this is what Catholicity is doing in these States while we write."

THE SOUTH NOT SO EASILY SUITED.-We find, in the Texas Christian Advocate, a spirited reproof of the time-serving policy of the American Tract Society, in first resolving to publish wellwritten essays on the Christian aspects of slaveholding, and then timorously declining to do so, and begging pardon for having made the proposal. Such unmanly double-dealing does not suit the high-minded Southerner. Speaking of the society's course, our Texas brother says:

"Finding that they were about to lose the whole Sonth, they have sent out a circular entitled Recent Action of the American Tract Society,' in which they declare openly that they will not proceed according to the action of the last anniversary; that is, that they will not publish anything on the subject of slavery. We have received one at this office. It is exceedingly apologetic and deprecatory, and pleads mightily for pacification. We shall not publish it. We do not care a cent whether they publish on the subject or not. The action they have taken on the subject is the cause of offense, and until that is squarely and unequivocally taken back, we are against the Society totally, and will labor for its destruction with what might God has given us. And we ask the question: Are

those Southern Churches which have heretofore affiliated with the American Tract Society, going to receive this pitiable apology for an unremoved cause of offense? We shall wait to see. Any Church that does act so unworthily, is not better than the Society itself, and should be denounced as in the same category."

How very different the position of the Methodist Tract Society upon this subject. The General Conference ordered Wesley's Thoughts on Slavery, and similar tracts to be published. They have been issued accordingly in large numbers, and many thousand pages have found their way among the people of the South.

SMOKING AND TIPPLING.-A letter-writer, in the Christian Observer, speaking of these twe bad habits among ministers, says:

"At the last Wesleyan Conference, which was held in Liverpool, the tobacco question came up, in the case of the young preachers. Several candidates for holy of smoking, and they were required by John Wesley's orders were constrained to plead guilty to the charge

law to abandon the habit. President West also said, in the course of the discussion, that great difficulty had been found in securing accommodation for smoking preachers, from the aversion of respectable householders to the practice, and dread lest their sons should be contaminated by bad example. No preacher,' says the Discipline, is to use tobacco for smoking, chewand all our people are desired not to provide pipes or ing, or snuff, unless it be prescribed by a physician; tobacco for any of our preachers.'

"Some of our Temperance champions, whose vigilance lets no chance slip, have seized the occasion to remind the Wesleyan Conference that it is as much bound by rule to put down spirit-drinking as sinoking. Yet it is notorious that ninety-nine out of every hundred of the itinerants regularly take the alcoholic stimulant, punction and without shame; and total abstinence by in the form of grog, wine, porter, or beer, without comthem is regarded as a weakness, if not a shame. How sad, when drunkenness is so rampant in the land, and so many members of the Church are lost annually through the insidious ravages of 'strong drink,' that self-denial should be proscribed and ridiculed even by the very authorities of the leading Churches in Great Britain."

THE AMUSEMENTS of a great city are less affected by the pecuniary pressure than almost any other branch of business. To "drive away dull care," many people resort to theaters, the opera, and concert-room, and thus the "harder" the times the greater the demand for something, by such people, to restore cheerfulness. It is not unlike the resort to liquor when a man finds himself overwhelmed with trouble. Some

city paper gives the details of the receipts of places of amusements nightly in New York. It is estimated that ten thousand dollars are expended every night at the fifteen principal The same paper says places of amusement. that probably two thirds of this money comes from strangers, at least twenty or thirty thousand of whom are always in this city. The sum put down as received nightly by the Academy of Music, is two thousand dollars.

WHAT DOES IT COST TO VISIT EUROPE?-This interesting question is thus satisfactorily answered by a correspondent of the Boston Post:

"This is a question that I am asked not unfrequently. and something may be said in answer that will be of advantage to the inexperienced traveler. Were I to state that I spent ten or forty thousand dollars during my first visit to Europe-and it was nearer the latter than the former-it would really be saying nothing definite, so I will tell what may be done. Stay-athome people often have very singular ideas of the expenses of foreign travel. I am not writing for the information of beggars, robbers, or gamblers, but for those who take money enough to pay all their expenses, personal and otherwise. During my last visit to Europe I visited England, France, Belgium, Holland, Germany, and Switzerland, Northern Italy, and Sardinia, and was gone from home about one hundred days. When I have been asked what it cost me, I

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