Earlier text: SOME SIGNS OF CHRIST'S COMINGHOW I FOUND THE SABBATH.
By Helen A. Steinhauer
At a health institution in the far East I lay, a nearly helpless invalid, broken down by excessive mental strain and overwork. A new "half nurse," a tidy little body from the Green Mountain State, had recently been assigned me. Her strong, sensible face, with its uniformly cheerful expression, and her quiet ways, won upon me from the first, while her plain dress and her good judgment in matters of hygiene led me to repose considerable confidence in her, notwithstanding the fact that she had barely a common-school education. For nearly a week she had been ministering to me most faithfully, when one morning, after the usual duties—the routine of necessary service had been rendered—she returned to my room, Bible in hand, and dressed in her "Sunday best." "What can it mean?" I said to myself, "unless I have unaccountably lost time. This is Saturday, the busiest day of all the week." My perplexity was increased by her request for permission to "sit in my room and read, as her own had no fire, and the helpers' common sitting room was so noisy that she could not sense what she read." "Certainly," I replied cordially; "I like to have you with me. You may come here as often and stay as long as you please"—but added the mental comment, "Can it be that she is a Jewess? She surely does not look like one." After a little she glanced up from her book, and said pleasantly, "Would you like to have me read aloud awhile?" "By all means," I courteously replied, though with an inward dread of what I might be forced to hear, as I was far more fastidious then than now. She began with the fifty-seventh of Isaiah, at the fifteenth verse, and read through that chapter and the next before stopping. There was, as I had expected, no elocutionary training manifest in her reading; but I was agreeably disappointed in finding her words very correctly and distinctly pronounced, and with such an evident appreciation of the subject matter as made listening a treat; for, young friends, let me tell you no one can read well who does not, at least to some extent, understand what they read, and enter into the spirit of the author. I also noticed that her voice lingered tenderly on the two last verses of the fifty-eighth chapter, as though they contained a thought that she loved. At the close there was a restful silence, which I at length broke with the query:— "Miss B., you do not keep the old Jewish Sabbath, surely?" "No," she replied gently, and with a soft light in her eyes, which I now understand, "I keep the Sabbath of the fourth commandment." "What an answer!" I inly commented. "What does she mean by it, I wonder? We all do that." But I made no reply, but lay with closed eyes, thinking, thinking, till she left the room to get my noonday meal, as I pondered, puzzling over the fact that the fourth commandment actually did speak plainly of the seventh day, instead of the first. "But we all know that it has been changed," I continued to soliloquize. "Queer that I cannot put my finger on the chapter and verse in which the change is spoken of—and I a Bible student all my days! Well, I must hunt till I find it; I really must, for her sake, poor, dear little woman, to think that in her simplicity she should keep that obsolete old day! It must be exceedingly inconvenient, and she earning her daily bread. Yes, I will find it for her and show her how silly it is to cling to the seventh day in this age and dispensation." And that was the beginning of such a study of the Scriptures as I never before had dreamed of. I searched and I prayed, prayed and searched; but the week passed and the Sabbath again came round and I had not got any nearer permission for first-day observance than she had. About this time the Bible lay constantly under my pillow, where I could instantly pull it out and read as soon as left alone; at night, also, whenever sleepless, I would raise the taper of gas at my bed head, and read God's word by the hour. Whether Miss B. suspected this or not, I never knew, for she was wise enough to appear to notice nothing. Finally, there came a Sabbath morning when, with a slight embarrassment in my manner, I announced:— "Miss B., don't think too much of it—I mean don't fancy that there is more in it than there really is—but I have for several weeks been trying to find the scriptural reason for the change of the Sabbath from the seventh to the first day of the week, and, so far, I have not yet been able to find it. Of course," I continued hurriedly, for I imagined I detected a faint shade of exultation in my little nurse's air—"of course I know that it is there, and, sooner or later, I shall find it; but meanwhile I will join you in observing the seventh day, for," I added with a smile, "I confess I find so much said about the Sabbath, and so little about Sunday ('the Lord's day')"—this was my way of distinguishing the days—"that I cannot think I shall be doing wrong in keeping it until I can find chapter and verse for the change; and," I continued, "it will be much pleasanter for us both to observe the same day while we are together." "Yes," she replied very demurely, "I don't think it can be wrong; and it will be much pleasanter." So keep it I did until we parted; and then I continued to keep it, although, as far as I knew, not another soul in Philadelphia did. In Chicago I joined the University Place Baptist Church, and kept it there, with the stipulation on their side that I would rest on Sunday, and be sure to let them know before I began should circumstances ever compel my working on that day, and on both sides the distinct understanding that I rested on Sunday merely and solely to avoid offending my brethren and sisters, and not at all because I considered that day in the least sacred. When asked whether I was "open to conviction," I answered:— "Yes, indeed; I started the hunt to help a poor friend who I thought must find the seventh a very inconvenient day to keep." That was twenty years ago, and I am keeping the dear seventh day yet, because—lean closer, though it's an open secret—because I have never found God's permission to do otherwise, for HE NEVER GAVE IT! It is always safe to go to the Book of books for information, though we may sometimes find what we do not expect to see there. OUR LIGHT AFFLICTIONS.
By Mrs. N. A. Merrill
SOMETIMES the thought arises, If God loves us and is with us, why does he not keep us from trouble, and from severe trials? Why does he not place our feet in pleasant places, and strew our path with roses, that we may be happy all the time? But God does not love to see his children suffer. Trials come for some good. When we have all these pleasures, and our wishes gratified, we begin to lose hold upon God and depend more upon self. Sometimes he has to send us severe trials to bring us where we can look to him, and put our trust more fully in him. By our waywardness, many times, we bring these trials upon ourselves. "Whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth everyone whom he receiveth." "As many as I love I rebuke and chasten: be zealous therefore and repent." Then instead of being discouraged when we are afflicted and chastened, we should remember that all things work together for good to them that love God. Let us glory in tribulations, knowing that tribulation worketh patience, and patience experience, and experience hope—just the essential qualities that we each need to cultivate. Knowing this, that our trials are for our good, let us count it all joy when we fall into divers temptations. "Wherein ye greatly rejoice, though now for a season, if need be, ye are in heaviness through manifold temptations:649that the trials of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire." "Beloved, think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you, as though some strange thing happened unto you; but rejoice, inasmuch as ye are partakers of Christ's sufferings; that, when his glory shall be revealed, ye may be glad also with exceeding joy." These scriptures should be a great encouragement to the Christian. If we suffer with Christ we shall also reign with him, yea, all that will live godly in Christ Jesus shall suffer persecution. It is all for Christ's sake, and his grace is sufficient. "For my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me." There is something beyond these trials and afflictions; we should not therefore dwell upon them, but look through them to Christ, who suffered and died for us. "For our light affliction which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory." Then we must not allow our afflictions to separate us from the love of Christ. May he work in us both to will and to do of his good pleasure. Neither should we look forward and make provisions for sinning, but we should believe that he is able to keep us from falling, remembering that he that hath begun a good work will perform it till the day of Jesus Christ. He is not only the author, but finisher of our faith. God wants us to forget the past, and press forward, "looking unto Jesus," not mourning over our sins that he has forgiven. He forgets (Micah 7: 18, 19), so why should not we? Neither does he upbraid us in our foolishness. I am so thankful for such a Saviour. "Blessed is the man that endureth temptation; for when he is tried, he shall receive the crown of life, which the Lord hath promised to them that love him." It is recorded but once that the apostle Paul sang. And that instance was not such an one as would naturally inspire song. It was not after a pleasant, happy, unmolested meeting, or at the social board, or to while away weary hours; it was in the dark, damp, cold prison cell, with back ridged and raw from lashes, and feet fast in the stocks—a position most intolerable. The feet must be elevated to be put in the stocks, and the only easy position is to lie down. But Paul and Silas were deprived of any rest even in this way; for their backs were sore from the beating. But prayer brought a greater victory than was wrought by Samson’s strength; faith claimed the promise, and the wearied prisoners “sang praises unto God.” The grace and peace of God swallowed up all the pain and unpleasant surroundings. Paul’s great Prototype, for whom he suffered joyfully, is recorded as having sung but once. And when was that? on the mount of transfiguration? or after his resurrection? No; it was just before his betrayal, just before the agony of Gethsemane, just before the darkness of the cross. And Jesus knew that these sufferings were before him; yet with faith in that Father who was too wise to err, too good to prove unkind, he could sing: “Praise ye the Lord.” “The Lord is my strength and my song, and is become my salvation.” “O give thanks unto the Lord; for he is good; because his mercy endureth forever”—expressions found in Psalms 113 to 118, which were sung on paschal occasions. If there was more praise to “Him from whom all blessings flow,” there would be greater blessings. “Whoso offereth praise glorifieth me,” saith the Lord. Truly “it is good to sing praises unto our God.” WE all know how difficult it is to keep a house in order where there are two or three little ones in it. They employ their busy fingers with what often seems a desire to upset things, and in reality is but the natural outlet for the surprising energy with which even the wee little ones are gifted. The desire that all good housekeepers have to see everything “spick and span” often renders it impossible for them to be patient with the children, whose restless hands and feet must keep busy; for the constant cry, “You mustn’t do this!” “I shall punish you, if you do that!” makes both mother and child cross and uncomfortable. “How do you keep your little ones so quiet?” asked Mrs. Brown of Mrs. Smith, upon whom she had called. “I never hear them cry, though I come here so often.” “They cry very often,” said Mrs. Smith, “but I am frequently told that they are exceptionally good, so I must believe it.” “I wish you’d give me the key to your success, for I’m sure I devote time enough to mine; but they tease me almost to death with their restlessness.” “I’m sure I know of no secret in the matter,” Mrs. Smith replied. “If I were asked a recipe for keeping them good, I should say, Employ them constantly and let them be busy at something they like to do.” “What are your little ones doing now?” asked Mrs. Brown. Our hostess flushed as she answered quickly: “Something you will think very dreadful, but it seems the best for all of us. They’re in the dining room. Come and we’ll take a peep at them.” Through the hall they tiptoed. Mrs. Smith opened the door noiselessly, and Mrs. Brown was taken aback for an instant. The dining table was divided into three sections by two brooms laid across it. Three little girls, aged seven, nine, and eleven, were very busy, each claiming one section. These were arranged to represent schoolrooms, and were filled with paper benches, to accommodate paper dolls of various sizes—kindergartners, third and fifth grades. The dolls were cut from common wrapping paper, the benches from a heavier quality. The floor was covered with a mass of clippings and bits of refuse, but the children were so interested that they did not even hear them as they stole away. “I never saw anything like it,” said Mrs. Brown. “How long will they play that way?” “From breakfast time till 5 o’clock, when they have to clear up the rubbish in time for dinner. We lunch in the kitchen when I do my own work, as I am obliged to at present. I knew you’d think it terrible when you saw the way I keep them still, but it’s only a litter; there’s nothing dirty about it, and they are so happy.” Mrs. Brown, who was a model housekeeper, but an uncomfortable mother, had learned a lesson, and I hope all other mothers will also try to look kindly upon a “litter” when it means comfort for the busy bees, our children. THE tongue of the giraffe is nearly a foot and a half long. AFRICA has nearly seven hundred languages, and this fact presents great difficulties to missionary effort. IF YOU WISHED to walk through all the streets and lanes and alleys of London, and were able to arrange your trip so that you never traversed the same one twice, you would have to walk ten miles every day for nine years before your journey would be completed. TELEPHONES FOR DIVERS.—The telephone has lately been arranged for the use of divers. A sheet of copper is used in place of one of the glasses in the helmet, and to this a telephone is fixed, so that the diver, when at the650bottom of the sea, has only to slightly turn his head in order to report what he sees or to receive instructions from above. THE VITALITY OF THE SNAIL is remarkable. One that had been glued to a card in the British Museum for four years came to life upon being immersed in warm water. Some specimens in the collection of a naturalist revived after they had apparently been dead for fifteen years. A NEW ALBUMINOUS POISON of one hundred times the power of strychnine, has been described by Professor Kobert; it is extracted from the seeds of Abrus precatoria, which have long been used as irritants and anti-hemorrhage remedies—in Brazil for ophthalmia, and in India as a poison; the poisonous principle causes death by coagulation of the blood corpuscles. NOISELESS COG WHEELS.—The problem of silent machinery running appears to have been brought a step nearer solution by the introduction in Austria of cog wheels made of pressed rawhide, which are to work in conjunction with wheels of cast iron, steel, and other metals. The new wheels are said to possess great strength. They do not require lubricating, and are therefore clean in operation. LUXURY FOR THE CYCLIST.—An English inventor is tempting the cyclist on summer excursion bent with a rose-colored scheme for increasing the luxury of his fascinating pastime. An umbrella can be fitted to the frame of the bicycle, which is to keep the rider dry and cool in all weathers, and increase his speed of transit. It is light and strong, the stock and socket being made of steel tube; it can be put up or down instantly, and entirely removed from the machine in less than a minute. AN EXTRAORDINARY SWALLOWING FEAT.—A German contemporary states that a very peculiar patient was recently under treatment at the Augsburg State Hospital. A man, aged forty, had set himself the task of swallowing some 250 fruit stones. Having finished this extraordinary meal, he experienced excruciating pain. While under treatment the first day in the hospital, the medical men succeeded in removing 200 hazel nut stones. The man had taken all this trouble to place his life in jeopardy for a wager of 5s. COMPRESSED AIR EXPERIMENT.—The Mekarski compressed air system of operating street railways will shortly be introduced in Washington for investigation. A railroad working on this system has been in operation in Berne, Switzerland, since Oct. 1, 1890. It is about two miles long and is worked by a fifty horse power turbine plant. The maximum air pressure in the locomotive reservoir amounts to 450 pounds to the square inch, and the time required to charge each reservoir is ten minutes. In the city the speed is reduced to seven and one-half miles an hour, but outside the city a speed of thirty miles an hour is permitted. The experiments to be made in Washington will have a much better plant than the Berne railway. IT IS BEST.
By Lillie Binkley
The hearts that are fondest and truest
Are those that have burdens to bear;
The soul that is noblest and purest
Has been tried in the furnace of care. The face that is lit with the sunlight,
That shines through the soul from God’s throne,
Is the face that will lead your steps upward
To the heights that its own soul hath won. If the road that you tread has grown dreary,
If the hopes of your heart have gone down,
Remember ’twas done for a purpose;
God giveth the cross and the crown. No burden will ever be given
Unless we have strength to endure.
If always our hearts could be merry,
’Twould be hard for our souls to be pure. Oh! how could we feel for our neighbor
If we never had sorrow at home?
God knew how ’twas best to create us,
That his work and his will might be done. THE WHITE ELEPHANT OF SIAM.
By S. E. Carrington
IN former days the ceremonies attending the capture of a white elephant were very impressive. The discoverer, were he the humblest man in the kingdom, was immediately made a mandarin; he was exempted from taxation for the remainder of his life, and presented with large sums of money, the king himself giving him $1,000. As soon as the capture was made, a special courier was dispatched to the king, and a posse of nobles with gifts and robes started immediately for the scene of action. The ropes which the captors used in binding the royal victim were replaced by cords of scarlet silk. Mandarins attended to the slightest wants of the animal. Rich feather fans with gilt handles were used to keep the flies from it during the day, while a silk embroidered mosquito net was provided at night. To remove it to the capital, a boat was built expressly for the purpose, and a magnificent canopy erected over it, ornamented and bedecked, as were the king’s palaces. Silk draperies, heavy with silver and gold, inclosed the royal prisoner; and in this state he floated down the river, receiving the acclamations of the people. When near the city the animal was landed, the king and his court going out to meet him and escort him to the city, where a place had been built for him within the royal palace grounds. A large tract of land was set apart for his country place, chosen from the best the kingdom afforded. A cabinet of ministers and a retinue of nobles were appointed to attend to his wants.—S. E. Carrington, in August Californian. "THE unraveling of deserted nests," says Harper's Young People, "will often prove instructive as well as humorously entertaining pastime, revealing in the same fabric evidences of great sagacity, and what would appear perfectly nonsensical prejudices, with an occasional piece of positive frivolity. "Thus we can readily see the wisdom in the selection of these strong strips of milkweed bark with which the vireo's or yellow warbler's nest is moored to the forked branch, or the strands of twine with which the Baltimore oriole suspends its deep-swinging hammock, as well as the plentiful meshing of horsehair woven through the body of the nest. "The nest of the orchard oriole is even more remarkable as a piece of woven texture. Wilson, the ornithologist, by careful unraveling of a grass strand from one of these nests, found it to have been passed through the fabric and returned thirty-four times, the strand itself being only thirteen inches long, a fact which prompted an old lady friend of his to ask 'whether it would be possible to teach the birds to darn stockings.' "The horsehair in the nest of the hang bird gives it a wonderful compact strength, capable of sustaining a hundred times the weight of the bird. Upon unraveling one I found it intermeshed fourteen times in the length of ten inches, which would probably have given a total number of forty passes in the full length of the hair."—New York World. MEXICO.
By Rev. D. F. Watkins
"In Journeyings Oft."
BY THE REV. D. F. WATKINS.
[Missionary of the Methodist Episcopal Church South.] WHEN on my late ten weeks' trip on horseback on the Pacific Coast, between the ports of San Blas and Manzanillo, I reached one afternoon a deep cañon, where the people live in small colonies for nine months in the year under the large trees that abound along the river. Not having eaten food that day, I hastily built a fire and was cooking a little meat I had secured on the way, when a sick mother, lying on her mat under a few branches with a baby three or four days old in her arms, called my Mexican comrade and asked him in a voice loud enough for me to hear if he would bring her a little meat in case we should return that way; she was "so weak." Never did a voice thrill a cook's heart more thoroughly than hers did mine, and it was not long before I had the great pleasure of seeing her relish the best part of the dish I had prepared for my hungry comrade and myself. I must confess that I have seldom done better missionary work than when cooking for that poor sick woman. When I was spreading my blankets, I discovered that I was within about fifty yards of the spot where, a few years ago, two American engineers had been killed and their little hut set on fire to consume their bodies, and that several individuals of the fifty or sixty present, as I was assured, had participated in the horrible deed. The people were nominally Catholics, very superstitious, and hated foreigners. Nevertheless, until midnight I never had in my life, it seems to me, more earnest listeners to the words of life. Of course my cooking had undoubtedly helped matters. When I went to rest, a man threw himself near my feet, rifle in hand, and said to me, "Sleep, do not fear; I will take care of you." I got up early the following morning and reached a small ranch of several huts, where but one family lived. My comrade and myself took possession of one of the huts. Soon after this, several travelers arrived and occupied651the hut next to us. While wondering who our neighbors were, so well armed, we were pleased to hear one of them read the Gospel to his Catholic friends; he was a man of influence and means. He offered to help support a preacher in his pueblo, forty miles from that place, if I would send one. The following night I slept in a little ranch on the top of one of the high mountains on the coast. The "caçique," headman among the dozen families there, came and sat with us near our camp fire. This aged man, who had been years ago a highway robber, listened until late at night to poor singing and poorer preaching, but with the result that he made up his mind to live a new life and tell all the people in the rancho what he had learned of Christ; and I have learned since that his labors have been blessed.—Independent. STRONG drink is sure to tell on a man. It tells on his body. Joseph Cook, in one of his lectures, says: "Forbes Winslow, the celebrated English physician for the insane, once told a committee of Parliament that he could dip out of the brain of any habitual drunkard a fluid so full of alcohol that, when put in a spoon and a lamp placed beneath it, the liquid would burn with a blue flame. The blue flame which Forbes Winslow kindled shows the affinity of alcohol for the brain, and should be kept burning as a pillar of fire before tempted men." A patient said once to a physician, 'Doctor, I must have some kind of a stimulant. I am cold, and alcohol warms me.' "Precisely," answered the doctor. "See here. This stick is cold [taking up a stick of wood from the box beside the hearth and tossing it into the fire]. Now it is warm. But is the stick benefited?" "Of course not. It is burning itself." "And so are you when you are warming yourself with alcohol. You are literally burning up the delicate tissues of your stomach and brain. Some think that there is nourishment in alcohol, but there is just as much nourishment in it as there is in the lash of the whip with which a horse is urged to his highest speed."—Sel. A YOUNG fellow six feet tall and weighing 200 pounds not long ago applied to a Detroit merchant for a position in his store. "What's your name?" inquired the merchant. "Little Dickey Robinson," replied the young man promptly. "What?" exclaimed the merchant in astonishment as he surveyed his proportions. "Little Dickey Robinson," was the reply, this time several tones louder. It made the merchant half angry. "What in the world does a great big fellow like you mean by giving such a name as that?" he asked indignantly. The young fellow's temper was admirable, and he was after a job, besides. "I give such a name as that, sir," he said, "because that is my name, and if you've got a man in this house that dares to make fun of that name, trot him out." The merchant began to smooth him down and asked for an explanation. "It's this way," he said quite good naturedly, "my mother's maiden name was Little, my father's name was Robinson, and his mother's maiden name was Dickey. They wanted me to have the family names, and so I'm Little Dickey Robinson." The explanation was eminently satisfactory; so was the young man, and he's going to work soon.—Detroit Free Press. The stream is calmest when it nears the tide,
The flowers are sweetest at the eventide,
The birds most musical at the close of day,
The saints divinest when they pass away. Morning is holy, but a holier calm
Lies folded in evening's robe of balm;
And weary men must ever love her best,
For morning calls to toil, but night to rest. She comes from heaven, and on her wings doth bear
A holy fragrance, like the breath of prayer;
Footsteps of angels follow in her trace,
To shut the weary eyes of Day in peace. All things are hushed before her as she throws
O'er earth and sky her mantle of repose;
There is a calmer beauty and a power
That morning knows not, in the evening's hour. Until the evening we must weep and toil—
Plow life's stern furrow and dig the woody soil—
Tread with sad feet the rough and thorny way,
And bear the heat and burden of the day. Oh! when the sun is setting, may we glide,
Like summer evening, down the golden tide,
And leave behind us, as we pass away,
Sweet, starry twilight round our sleeping clay.
—Selected. WORKERS FOR CITY MISSIONS.
THE following is abridged from the Battle Creek (Mich.) Weekly Journal, a secular paper, owned and conducted by a Sunday observer. It will speak for itself. A Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association has recently been inaugurated in this city, the proportions of which are perhaps little appreciated by the majority of our citizens. For a number of years Dr. J. H. Kellogg, of the Sanitarium, and others associated with him in that institution, have been urging upon the members of the Seventh-day Adventist body the extension of the charitable work of the denomination heretofore represented by the Sanitarium, by the organization of an Orphans' Home and other charitable and philanthropic enterprises. At a meeting of the General Conference of the Seventh-day Adventists held in this city two years ago, Dr. Kellogg was placed at the head of a committee charged with the duty of taking the necessary steps to organize a home for orphan children and friendless aged persons. The committee set themselves about the work of collecting the necessary funds for the purpose named, and after a few months found money flowing into their hands so rapidly that at the biannual meeting of the General Conference recently held, they were able to report nearly $200,000 in hand and immediately in sight, a sum considerably larger than was needed for the purpose for which the committee was appointed. The results of the committee's efforts in raising funds was a surprise to the originators and friends of the enterprise, as well as to those who had given little thought to it, as no subscription paper had been circulated, and no appeals for money to the general public had been presented. Most of the sum named had been contributed by persons of considerable means, the larger sums coming from persons outside of the State. Thirty thousand dollars were contributed by a wealthy Chicago lady [whence the name] who became interested in the unique features of the work, and $40,000 by Henry Wessels and Francis H. Wessels, of South Africa. Finding such an abundance of means at hand for charitable work, Dr. Kellogg set himself about preparing plans for a more extensive scheme of philanthropic work which included the organization of a general Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association, the purpose of which was stated to be to assist orphans, homeless aged persons, sick and needy persons of all classes, giving them medical aid through medical missions established in this and other countries, educating missionary physicians and nurses, and doing good in various other ways independent of denominational or sectarian interests. An association was formed, to be known as the Seventh-day Adventist Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association, and a board of directors appointed to carry out the objects named above. This committee consisted of the following persons: O. A. Olsen, J. N. Loughborough, W. C. White, S. N. Haskell, J. Fargo, G. Tyszkiewicz, A. R. Henry, J. H. Kellogg, president, and L. McCoy, secretary and treasurer. It is worthy of note that the purpose of this organization is not the propagation of religious doctrines nor the promotion of sectarian or denominational interests, but pure Christian philanthropy. Much more has been done in this line in the west end of our city than most of our citizens may be aware of. The Sanitarium, which was organized some twenty-six years ago, has been a strictly philanthropic work almost from the beginning. This fact is chiefly due to the broad-minded and liberal policy of the late Elder James White, who will be remembered by many as a public-spirited citizen and a man much interested in charitable and philanthropic work. Although the Sanitarium was organized as a money-making enterprise, and so conducted for the first year of its existence, at the end of the first year Elder White, who was ill at the time of the incorporation of the institution, placed before the stockholders of the Sanitarium the importance of making the institution a purely philanthropic enterprise, and urged the matter with so much zeal that the stockholders were led to surrender their dividends and to make the stock which they had invested an endowment, all the earnings to be used to build up the institution and enlarge its facilities, and for the treatment of the sick poor. Dr. Kellogg, the present superintendent, became connected with the institution in a professional way twenty years ago, and two years later was appointed superintendent. The doctor's policy since he became connected with the institution has been to build up a large self-supporting charitable work, which would represent in the highest degree of perfection all the resources of rational medicine. In this he has been heartily seconded by other members of the board of managers and by his professional associates, all of whom, together with the scores of nurses, medical attendants, and others connected with the institution, have given their services to the institution for sums barely sufficient to afford them a livelihood. No physician, nurse, or manager, or any other person, participates in the earnings of the institution to the extent of a single dollar beyond the moderate salary which he receives each week or month. By no other plan would it have been possible to build up so great an enterprise. Our citizens have never been called upon to contribute by subscription or otherwise to the erection of any of the large buildings in which the work of the Sanitarium is carried on nor to any other of its facilities. The institution has received very few gifts and no legacies or endowments to any extent in addition to the original stock invested by the incorporators. It has been built up simply by the economy, thrift, and personal sacrifices of those connected with it. Several years ago Dr. and Mrs. Kellogg began a work for orphans by taking homeless little ones into their own family. Beginning with one little girl, they now have a full dozen boys and girls to whom they are endeavoring to give all the advantages of Christian training and culture. The Orphans' Home enterprise is the outgrowth of the work of the Sanitarium and the personal work of Dr. and Mrs. Kellogg in this line. With the organization of the Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association, it is proposed to organize medical missions, orphans' homes, and missionary sanitariums in various parts of the United States, and also in foreign countries. Something has already been done in this direction. Through the gift of $40,000 by the Wessels brothers, and a site by the friends of the enterprise in Illinois, a branch of the Battle Creek Sanitarium has been started in Chicago, and is now open. All the profits arising from the running of the institution will be devoted to the support of a dispensary and a visiting nurses' work, located near the very center of the wretchedness, ignorance, and misery of the worst part of Chicago. Missionary nurses from the Sanitarium have been already at work in this portion of Chicago for several months, and have done the first work of this sort ever done in that portion of the city. This has ordinarily been considered too difficult and dangerous a field for nurses to work in. A large basement has also been leased, in which free baths are being fitted up, to be run in connection with the dispensary. In addition to this, facilities will also be afforded for the use of the poor, who, for the most part, in that portion of the city, have no home facilities for washing or baths outside of a piece of soap and a dishpan. Dr. Sarah Hackett Stevenson, the leading lady physician of Chicago, will take charge of the obstetrical clinic connected with the dispensary. The idea is to make the work a practical Christian charity. Such a work would be a Godsend to every large city in the United States. Practical Christian effort of this sort preaches louder than preaching in behalf of Christian principles. The idea of Dr. Kellogg and those associated with him in this work is to carry the sunlight of practical philanthropy into the darkest and most neglected spots of our great cities. At the present quite a large number of persons are in training at the Sanitarium to engage in the various lines of this philanthropic work. In visiting the institution yesterday we dropped into the kindergarten department in the Sanitarium Hospital, where we found about thirty little ones seated in a circle around the room, with the teacher, Mrs. Woodward, seated in the circle, on one side, and a pupil teacher opposite her. In the missionary mothers' class, one of the several courses of instruction which is being carried on in connection with the Sanitarium Medical Missionary School, we found some twenty-five mature young women engaged in preparing themselves for work among children in poor districts. In another room we found a section of this class receiving instruction in sloyd under Mrs. Stearns. Some of the members of the class are taking their course of training preparatory to entering the work in the Haskell Orphans' Home, which is now nearly finished, and which is one of the institutions which will be conducted under the supervision of the Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association. It is the purpose of the managers of this Home to make it much more of a genuine home for children than has ever before been attempted in any similar institution. The entire family of little ones, which will number, when the Home is wholly occupied, nearly 150, will be divided into families of twelve, each one in charge of a missionary mother. Every person connected with the Home, from the cook to the care takers and the teachers, before undertaking their duties, have a course of training in the Sanitarium training schools, supplementing each training as can be obtained in the best training school of the country. The purpose is to make the Home not simply a temporary stopping place for children, but a place in which boys and girls will be trained up to a self-supporting age, receiving a good education, thorough manual training, instruction in one or more trades, and such accomplishments as individual talents may suggest. The division of the children into families cultivates the home idea, and prevents the injurious effects sometimes noticeable from life in an institution. Especial attention is given to the physical health of the little ones, and abundance of the best food prepared in the most wholesome manner, plenty of exercise652in the open air, daily gymnastics, and all other hygienic means, such as abundance of sunlight, plenty of pure air, and careful attention to clothing, contribute to the development of a high state of physical health, which is abundantly evidenced by the plump, rosy cheeks and bright eyes which the visitor sees in the kindergarten and nursery. No enterprise could be more thoroughly philanthropic and humanitarian in its purpose than is the extensive work which has been undertaken by the Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association. Not only the citizens of Battle Creek are interested in the philanthropic enterprises represented by the Sanitarium, the Haskell Orphans' Home, and the various lines of charitable and philanthropic work directly and indirectly connected with these institutions, but also the citizens of Michigan and those of our neighboring States. This is a matter in which all good men and women everywhere should be interested, and the enterprises such as should be fostered and encouraged in every legitimate manner.