Review and Herald, Vol. 27, No. 25. (5/22/1866)

Review and Herald

May 22, 1866

The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · May 22, 1866

Shall We Eat Meat?

We have little patience with people who, without excuse, apologize for the use of pork as an article of human food. It was first prohibited by Scripture, and the results of science and common sense have since verified the wisdom of the prohibition. People have, however, in later days ceased to regard the Divine command as of any authority, and pork has become one of the most common articles of food, even among professing Christians, and with this increased consumption, has come proper penalties. The trichina disease, as it is called, is one of them, and while no worse than many other penalties, yet it is attracting more attention from its greater fatality. And what is the trichina? It is a species of entozoa found in the lean meat of certain animals. This entozoa is a little, hair-like worm, whose presence in the muscles, produces death. In Germany, pigs are kept in stys, and there the disease has been very frequent, amounting often to an epidemic, and causing the torture and death of many persons.

"A trichina mother has a hundred of living young in her body, and, after these young, she always bears more and more eggs. How long she lives and produces young, is not exactly known, but at least four weeks. It is, however, certain that she becomes fixed in the intestine, and continues to produce new broods

of young. If we calculate that one trichina mother has two hundred young, seventy thousand such mothers, are sufficient to produce a million young, and so many female animals may be contained in a few morsels of meat, even if there is no high degree of infestation."

Pigs get trichina from their own filth, and human beings eating the filthy pig, get the worms into their stomach, where they multiply and spread to the muscles, producing death.

"In June, 1851, in the neighborhood of Hamburg, several well persons having eaten ham fell sick. Three of them died, and others were long in a critical state. A judicial investigation was held without satisfaction. Ham poisoning was supposed, but long afterward it was shown that the symptoms and other circumstances pertaining to the sickness and death of these people, were precisely similar with those subsequently ascertained to be trichina infestation.

"Zenker first observed an epidemic in and near Dresden, and showed the trichina found in the ham and sausage made from one particular pig. This pig had been butchered on a farm near Dresden. The butcher and owner of the farm, and other people, had fallen sick, and a previously perfectly healthy servant girl had died. In her body, an abundance of trichinæ were found. With the finding of the trichinæ in the muscles of her body, Virchow commenced a series of experimental observations. These may be briefly stated. A rabbit fed with trichina-flesh from this girl, died in a month, and its flesh was found full of them. Some of this flesh was given to a second rabbit, which also died in a month. With this meat, three other rabbits were fed. Two of these died at the end of three weeks, and the third in the fourth week. Lastly, the flesh of these animals dead with the trichinæ, was fed to another rabbit. It ate but very little, yet died at the end of six weeks. In all of these, the muscles after death were found filled with trichina, and even in the smallest particle of the meat several were found. Their living flesh was examined before they were fed, and no trichinæ were found in them; yet, a few weeks after they were fed with the meat, the muscles of the same animals were found filled with trichinæ."

Though this disease has mainly been confined to Germany, a few cases have occurred in New York, Chicago, and Michigan; and it is not at all improbable that many cases of diseases which were not attributable to their proper cause, were really trichina disease. It is not uncertain that, unless restriction is placed on the use of pork in America, we shall have the same experience here that the Germans are having, only in a worse form. The German element is a large one in this country, and it would seem that in no part of the world, is there so much pork used, or this animal worse treated. Filthy, and a scavenger by nature, he is much more so by his habits among our people.

As for the disease, there is no permanent cure for it after the muscles once become infested, therefore prevention is the proper remedy. And what is the true means of prevention? We answer, Entire abstinence from pork. Never, under any circumstances, touch it, and let children be brought up to hate hog's meat as they now do vermin, snakes or any other filthy

thing. Do this on the ground that you are supported in it by Scripture, by science, and by experience.

While on this subject, we will also quote from Dr. Cobbold on other sources of entozoa:

"Dr. Cobbold, in a communication read before the British Association, at its meeting in September last, referred to the general impression that the common pig was the principal source of entozoa. He asserted that birds and all animals of warm blood were liable to breed parasitic disease, and stated that, in spite of all preconceived notions, the human system was the home of at least two sorts of entozoa. He combated the popular idea that tapeworm was principally derived from measly pork, and asserted that the disease was as often contracted from eating beef and veal. He showed, too, that animals containing parasites did not always display unhealthy symptoms, therefore it was difficult to detect the disease, and asserted that persons who ate moderately of infected meat, were liable to be affected with tapeworm. Dr. Cobbold, by the aid of diagrams, showed the different kinds of tænia, and stated that the hookless tænia was to be found generally in beef, and the hooked tænia in pork."

Mr. John Gamgee of Edinburgh, writing to The London Lancet on this subject, says:

"I have recently had occasion to examine the bodies of dogs that have been much about the Edinburgh slaughter-houses, and I find them invariably crammed with every kind of tapeworm which usually infest a dog's intestines. The enormous prevalence of parasitic diseases in animals, indicates the great importance of having scientific inspectors of fresh animal food, and of furthering the study of helminthological science among students of medicine, whether human or veterinary. That trichina spiralis should be as common as it really is in the United Kingdom, and no cases of death from it yet recorded by British observers, is a conclusive proof in my mind, of the little attention paid here to parasitic diseases. There is a very wide, and almost unexplored field in study of the distribution of entozoa among men and animals in this country; and the facts I gleaned three years ago regarding the prevalence of 'measles' among Irish pigs, afford an indication of how much could be done in the way of exterminating some of the entozoa. The roving cottage pig is often crammed with cysticerci, whereas the cleanly fed swine confined in a proper sty, whether in Britain or Ireland, affords proof that Pat's saying, 'Every pig has its measles,' has no foundation in fact."

PARASITIC DISEASE PRODUCED IN MEN AND ANIMALS BY THE CHIGOE OR JIGGER.

"The little insect known under this name, is very common in the American tropics, and a source of great annoyance to the residents in tropical climates. It selects the human hands and feet as its residence. Its plan is to introduce itself obliquely beneath the epidermis or scarf-skin, sometimes entering by one of the pores with which this tissue is perforated. Its course may be very clearly traced in the form of an elongated brown spot. This spot disappears gradually as the insect makes its way to the dermis or true skin, when it stops to insert its proboscis. The epidermis is soon detached and raised, in order to make room

for the insect between it and the dermis. The head

and the feet of the parasite, then become hidden beneath its own stomach, which enlarges rapidly, the upper part of the insect alone being perceptible through the epidermis, under the form of a milk-white spot. This spot enlarges considerably daily, until it looks like a large freckle, insensibly, meanwhile, changing its milk-white color to a pearly gray. By the time the insect is ready to deposit its eggs, it has become," says Dr. Guyon, to whom we are indebted for these particulars, "literally all stomach, and this period may be known by the ash-gray color of the eggs, which are visible through this transparent envelope. The eggs now come forth, one by one, with astonishing rapidity, following each other through the layer of epidermis, which re-opens for them the passage previously made by the entrance of the parasite. The departure of the eggs brings to a termination the existence of the insect; it then perishes, attached entire—head, feet and stomach—to the epidermis which had enveloped it, and with which it is carried finally from the individual in whom it had fixed itself."

The Detroit Tribune says:

"One case of the disease called trichina, which has recently excited much alarm in Berlin, Prussia, has appeared in this city and proved fatal. The victim was a young German lady. We learn by the London Lancet, that at Hedersleben, in Prussian Saxony, upward of ninety deaths have occurred from this disease, while the number of persons attacked has been several hundred. All this havoc has been caused by one trichinous pig! The butcher, having recognized the abnormal appearance of the meat of this pig, had carefully disguised it by mixing it with the meat of two healthy pigs, or added it in small pieces to larger joints of pork to make up weight. He made this confession shortly before his death, which was caused by trichinosis contracted from his own meat. His wife also died of the disease."

From the foregoing evidence, it seems that the trichina may be, and often is, produced by other meats than pork. Such evidence leads one to think that the whole subject of food for man, needs careful study and revision. If vegetable food contains all the nutriment necessary for our subsistence, when well chosen and properly prepared, let us daily more and more ignore meat, until the quantity consumed is reduced to its lowest amount. There is less danger of our eating diseased vegetables, than there is of our eating the flesh of diseased animals. In fact, there is but little flesh consumed in any of our large cities that is not more or less diseased. Cattle brought hundreds of miles in crowded, filthy cars, without food or drink, or even air, get feverish, and are generally killed in this condition. The same is true of sheep and calves. There is strong testimony in favor of the argument that flesh-eating is a habit rather than an animal instinct, that man was made, as it is recorded in Genesis, to subsist on vegetable products, and, with all his perversions since, that he will one day return to his condition before the fall. It seems due to the race that the present generation give this subject a closer investigation, laying aside prejudice and habit, and if it be found that science declares men frugivorous, or organized to subsist on the products of the vegetable kingdom, admit the fact, and teach our children accordingly. We shall have more to say in future articles on this hitherto neglected subject.—Herald of Health.

Create In Me a Clean Heart.

By L. E. Millne

Enter, O Lord, within my heart, Cause every idol to depart, Thine image fair on it impress, And clothe me in thy glorious dress.

Let all thy graces in me shine Fill my poor heart with love divine, Thy will henceforth be done in me, That I a child of thine may be.

With buoyant heart, and eager pace, With willing footsteps, will I haste, All earthly pleasure bid adieu, For heavenly joys appear in view.

The city bright soon I'll behold, With Jesus walk the streets of gold, My beauteous home, I soon shall see And eat the fruit of life's fair tree.

With heart all fired with heavenly love, I'll join the ransomed host above, Immortal strains I then shall sing With Christ my Lord, my glorious King.

Speed on, speed on, ye wheels of time, And bring that glorious day sublime; No longer then by woes oppressed, We gain at last our promised rest. L. E. Millne.

Shabbona, Ill.

The Design.

BELIEVER, art thou afflicted? Art thou severely tried? Does trouble after trouble roll over thee? What is the cause? There must be one. What is the design? Hast thou inquired? If not, inquire now. Why does God try me so? Does he hate me? No. Is he wrathful? No; he hath sworn that he will not be wroth with thee. Why then is it? God intends to make thee holy—to make thee like himself. He is weaning thee from the creature. He is wearying thee of earth. He intends to raise thy desires, hopes, and thoughts, to Heaven. He is detaching and separating thee from what pollutes and defiles, that he may polish and brighten thee to catch and reflect the rays of his glory in his presence forever.

You have prayed to be made holy. God has heard your prayer. He approves of it. He is answering it. By his present dealings, which he will sanctify by the power of his Holy Spirit, he will prepare thee to glorify him on earth, and make thee meet to partake of the inheritance in light. His design is most gracious, every way worthy of himself; and you will see by and by that love and wisdom appointed and arranged every trial you are now passing through. Submit yourself, therefore, unto God; accept his corrections, nor ever complain of his dealings. He treats you as his child. He corrects you for your good. He prepares you for what he has prepared for you. He will make you a vessel of mercy, afore prepared unto glory. In eternity you will bless him for the discipline of time.—Mothers' Journal.

The Cost of Pleasure and Religion.

By Editor

It is startling to estimate the cost of pleasure—not that merely which all will pronounce to be "guilty," but that which the world excuses as lawful pastime. It is stated for instance, that "the receipts of Niblo's Garden, N. Y., for six months ending Dec. 31st, were $169,907; Wallack's, $111,114. Of the Chestnut Street Theatre, Philadelphia, twelve months, ending the same time, $166,058; Arch Street Theatre, $48,867; Receipts at Pike's Opera House, Cincinnati, for thirteen weeks, $76,000. Edwin Forrest played five nights at Crosby's Opera house, Chicago, last week. The receipts were $11,379.50. In Chicago, in eleven months $145,458, were expended at operas and concerts, and $299,611, at theaters.

Think of it, reader, that one pleasure establishment should cost the people, in six months, $169,907! Were some one church along side of Niblo's to receive this much money, it would be pronounced monstrous. Yet, the equivalent any evangelical church properly manned, would give in return for such an outlay, would far outweigh that of the sickly, demoralizing influences of the best conducted theatre. But passing from theaters to billiard and liquor saloons, dens of infamy and the like, and the figures are still more startling. Take liquor saloons, for example, and Cleveland as an illustration, and admitting at the same time that our own fair city is in advance of many others, here we have over 600 liquor shops; and supposing they average but 100 glasses per day—which is probably too little by one hundred per cent.—and the amount would be 60,000 glasses. This, at a cost of 10 cents each—the present price—would amount to $6.000 or $2,190,000 in a year! In this same city we have some twenty evangelical churches, whose average cost, at a liberal estimate, is $2,000 each, or $40,000 per year—thus demonstrating that liquor alone imposes a tax of $2,000,000 more per year than vital religion—or many times as much, in dollars and cents.

If we add the cost of brothels, gaming tables, dance houses, balls—masked and unmasked—we should reach several millions easily. And taking the capital invested in providing places, supplies, and agents intervening

between seller and buyer, provider and enjoyer—we would reach some millions for Cleveland alone, as the cost of sanctioned pleasure and guilty indulgences.

The Rev. R. E. Fenton, of Columbus, O., in giving the statistics of iniquity of that city, says that its population is 30,000; considering one-half as children, there remains as adults, 15,000. Of these he estimates as regular and irregular attendants on Divine worship, 5,000—"leaving the Devil" 10,000. There are sixteen Protestant churches at that place, supported at an aggregate cost of $22,400. This, in itself, appears quite a sum, being about $4.50 per capita, for each church going person. But compared with the cost of sin it is as nothing. On whisky selling, at Columbus, the "revenue tax" alone amounts to $7,000 per year—and the whole cost, as Mr. F. affirms $1,200,000!

Licentiousness, in the same city, supports 55 houses and 750 inmates; these are estimated as costing $450,000, per year! Gambling is put down at a cost of $1,000,000; theatres, $80,000; total cost of iniquity, in Columbus, three millions, seven hundred and thirty-three thousand dollars!

Cleveland having double the population of Columbus, ought to be multiplied by two, provided its morals were as low. But our estimates have supposed its morals better; as the capital of a State, or of a Nation, is generally more depraved than other places of equal size. Why, we will not discuss; yet we can conceive of many things contributing to such fact. In looking, however, at the figures relatively to theatre going in New York, alone, well does a Baptist contemporary say—"Niblo's Garden absorbs in six months as much as all the Baptists of North America expend in Foreign Missions for a whole year. As much is wasted on actors, clowns and harlots, as our whole denomination gives to evangelize the world. Wallack's theatre costs as much for six months as all the Baptist churches in New York cost for a whole year. A Baptist minister labors a whole year for $1,500 or $2,500, but in five nights an engagement of Edwin Forrest brings $11,379.50."

In speaking of theatres and operas, there is a humiliating fact connected therewith. The New York Observer, with its eye on that city, says: "If our church members would not sustain these, they would not be sustained at all!" "We put the remark," adds the editor, "in italics, that it may be read and challenged," if untrue. "We repeat the idea: withdraw from the theatres and operas in any American city, the patronage of those who are members of Christian churches, and of course those who are under the control of such members, and the theatres and operas could not live. They would be left to the support of those who do not regard reputation as worth anything. They would be voted as immoral at once, and would be soon abandoned."

Applying like estimates to all the cities in the Union and at what a cost is sin sustained! The figures, if given, would shame the benevolence and justice of believers in religion. Especially would they silence the carping of an ungodly world as to the relative cost of truth and error, holiness and sin. And if the infinite value of religion, as compared with the destructive character and tendency of vice, were taken into the account, vice would be silent, and religion stirred up, in the persons of their devotees. We write to put all to thinking—not to exhaust the subject, for this latter would require books to be written, rather than a brief editorial.—Evangelical Messenger.

A Blowing Up.

"You deserve a good blowing up," says Mr. Smith to his son for some trifling fault, or little carelessness. "If you do that again you'll get a blowing up; if you don't then I'm mistaken, that's all," exclaims Mrs. Brown, in an excited manner, to her daughter, for having overturned a dish, perhaps heedlessly, but just as people, both old and young, will sometimes do. "I tell you, didn't Tim Jones get a blowing up from the school-mistress to-day," says one of the pupils of Miss Birch, graphically describing a scene in the school-room, in which Miss Birch and Tim Jones were the actors. "We got a pretty nice blowing up from our minister to-day, for not attending the prayer-meeting," says brother Truman, as he walked home from church. And so on indefinitely, through all grades, phases, and conditions of society. A storm of words—a blustering, tempestuous outbreak of blame, abuse, censure or reproof, is a "blowing up." A sudden letting off, or on, of the steam of harsh, stinging words, for some fancied, or real mistake or wrong, usually trifling, is a regular blowing up.

Now this whole "blowing up" business is wrong; it is absurd; it is shameful; it is wicked. It makes a fool of those who do it, and for a time, an enemy of those who receive it. It causes more ill by many times than it cures. It leads no offender to penitence, but to anger and self-justification. Still people keep on blowing up somebody or something. The husband blows up his wife, and the wife not to be behind, blows up her husband. The father blows up his son, and the mother blows up her daughter; and very soon the children make such proficiency that they can "give the old folks as good as they send," and practice the art among themselves generally. The mistress gives her kitchen-girl a "good blowing up" for some fault or misdemeanor, and occasionally finds an adept who can pay back with interest the gust of passion or reproof. Abominable habit! If it would blow into thin air those who indulge the vicious practice, and keep them there till they learn better, it would be a mercy. How it sprinkles with wormwood and gall the sweet intercourse of domestic and social life! How it pours vinegar on the temper and disposition of those who do it! How it snarls up the skein of even temper and amiable disposition, in those who have to suffer it! How it stirs up the sediment of evil passion down at the bottom of the heart, and makes the current of kind household feeling and affection flow dark and turbid! What good does it do to blow up anybody for anything! None whatever; but evil always. It sours, irritates, and makes unhappy both those who do it and those who suffer it.

One may be blamed; one may be reproved. All err sometimes. It will be the duty of some one to call up the fault and endeavor to correct it. But let it all be done calmly, kindly, with seriousness, and most of all with self-control. But never give one a blowing up any sooner than you would a blow on the head with a hammer.—Mothers' Journal.

Pondering the Evils of Life

MAN doubles the evils of life by pondering over them; a scratch becomes a wound; a slight, an injury; a jest, an insult; a small peril, a great danger; and a slight indisposition, a deadly illness.

Not Satisfied.

By C. M. Willis

Nor satisfied with earnest, weary yearning, Earth's bitter fountains have no power to fill; Its fancied bliss to pain is ever turning, We deeply quaff, but ah, we're thirsty still. The heart unsatisfied is ever reaching Onward, still onward, for a purer joy, Nor heeds the lesson life to us is teaching, There is no pleasure here without alloy.

Longing for something more, and still pursuing A goal, a phantom, in the bye and bye; We grasp the prize to find it unenduring, And all our cherished hopes in ruin lie; We turn to bathe in earth's bright sparkling waters, Soothe in its waves our weariness and fears, But on its burning sands our footsteps falter, Its brightest sparkle proves but bitter tears.

Not satisfied—though friendship's voice is breathing Sweet words of love in many a cheering vow; And fame, its fairest laurels for us wreathing, Would wind the chaplet round our aching brow. In vain these all—the heart seeks something higher, Longing for pleasures still more true and tried, Vain all our strife to bring earth's brightness nigher, The heart still shrinketh back unsatisfied.

Upward we turn our thoughts to heavenly pleasures, Seek from above a solace for our pain; But earthly dross corrupts our purest treasures, And thoughts still wander back to earth again. Each day the conflict in our hearts is raging, In turn the victory sways from side to side; We fail, then conquer, in the strife engaging, And each day finds us still unsatisfied.

Earth cannot satisfy the soul's vague longing, Its transient joys have ne'er a power to thrill; We lift our eyes, what blissful thoughts are thronging, We look away to Zion's peaceful hill, Beyond the stars, far in the glowing azure, In heavenly lands where sweetest joys abide, Where nought more wondrous tells of purest pleasure Than this sweet song, "I shall be satisfied." C. M. WILLIS.

The Difference.

DEAN SWIFT was once traveling through one of the rural parishes, some leagues from London, and introducing himself to a parson as a member of the same profession, was invited to partake of his fraternal hospitalities. The Dean consented, and accompanied the parson to his church the next morning. And there the Dean had the satisfaction of hearing one of his own sermons preached by an ignorant minister without a word of acknowledgement. When the service was over, the Dean asked the preacher how long it took him to write such a sermon. 'Oh,' said the minister, 'I wrote that sermon in about two hours.' 'Did you, indeed?' said the Dean, in reply. 'Why, it took me over two months to write that very sermon.'

The Bible in Social Prayer.

By D. F. Newton

THE Bible—why not read it, brother, before you pray in your family, night and morning? Let God speak first, and you will pray the better for it a great deal; more energetically, life-giving. The word of God is quick and powerful, sharper than any two-edged sword; it gives animation, and kindles a spirit of true devotion. The Psalms, and other portions of the sacred volume, are full of petitions, intercessions, and giving of thanks. Besides the devotional influence the reading of God's word in your family has upon your own mind and heart, consider the happy effect produced on the members of your family present. This bowing the knee and offering up a few hasty, formal petitions, without opening this Book of books, is not the profitable way of conducting family worship or any social meeting for prayer and praise.

A prayer-meeting without the Bible is not a prayer-meeting as God would have it. Family prayer is not family prayer—as God would have it—without the Bible. This excluding the Bible from our regular seasons of social or family worship is unwise, the policy of the evil one. You suffer immense loss by so doing. The Bible is our text-book and guide, the foundation for the prayer of faith.

Friends, read the Bible, read it in your meetings for prayer and praise; read it while gathered around the family altar. Read it attentively, reverentially, prayerfully, with self-examination. Read it, meditate upon it, digest it, bring it home to every heart. The influence of this sacred volume on the minds and hearts of the hearers, is salutary, convicting and converting.

The Bible prepares the way for acceptable, heartfelt devotion, it enlightens, stimulates, kindles the soul, brightens hope, confirms faith. Reading the Bible adds interest to your social gatherings. It fills the mouth with arguments divine, supplies appropriate spiritual language for supplication. Take the Bible, beloved, be sure to take it, the Book of books. Make the Scriptures your sun, your shield, a lamp to your feet, a light to your path. The Bible is the bright and morning star of hope and glory.—D. F. Newton.

The New Jerusalem.

IN the last two chapters of the Bible we have a glimpse of the New Jerusalem which is worthy of contemplation. In size it greatly surpasses any city built by human power. The largest city of antiquity was Babylon on the river Euphrates. This was said to be fifteen miles square, or sixty miles in circumference. This vast space was surrounded by a high wall. This was probably the largest city ever built in this world. But the New Jerusalem, instead of being fifteen miles square, is three hundred and seventy-five miles square, or one thousand five hundred miles round it. The walls of this city, instead of being made of sun-dried brick, like Babylon, are made of material more splendid and costly than marble. "The foundations of the wall of the city were garnished with all manner of precious stones." These were put in layers, one above the other, in the following order, jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardius, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprasus, jacinth and amethyst. Think of a wall one thousand five hundred miles long, and two hundred and fifty feet high, made of such splendid material! And to add to the external beauty of this city, there are twelve gates, three on each side, and each gate composed of one solid pearl.

On entering this city we find the interior is as glorious, as the exterior is splendid. The city is of pure gold, like unto clear glass. So the street of the city is pure gold like transparent glass. Think of walking on a pure mirror, where every feature is perfectly reflected. It would seem that the river of living water, which has its origin under the throne of God, is that river the streams whereof make glad the inhabitants of the New Jerusalem.

As the river of Eden was divided into four streams before leaving the garden, so it would seem the celestial river is divided into as many rills as there are streets in the city, each street being thus furnished with pure and wholesome water in rich abundance. We may suppose these streams run gently through the middle of the street, while on each side of them is a row of beautiful fruit-trees, always in bloom, and always loaded with delicious fruit.

In large cities, light is an all-important article, as well as water. The New Jerusalem has no need of the sun, or moon, or artificial lights of any kind. It is always illuminated by the "glory of God." The light of this city is like unto a stone most precious, even like jasper stone, clear as crystal.

Another important item for cities is the expense of building and repairing churches. All this expense is saved in the New Jerusalem. One who had a clear view of it says, "I saw no temple therein, for the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are the temple of it."

And what makes this city a most desirable place to live in, is its perfect freedom from those ills that flesh is heir to, here in this world. Here we are constantly liable to pains and sickness, and separation from loved ones, and sorrows in ten thousand forms. Here we are in bondage all our lifetime to a fear of death. In that city are none of these evils. No death there. No sickness or parting from loved ones. No sorrow there forever. There are no tears shed in the New Jerusalem.

"But these things are negatives. Are there no positives there?" Yes, that glorious city is full of positives. Every want of the soul is fully met. Every desire gratified. The soul is filled with the fullness of God. It experiences more than mortal eye ever saw, or mortal ear ever heard, or mortal heart ever conceived. It swims in an ocean of love and joy, and peace. It has just the company it wants, just the employment it delights in, just the song it loves to sing, just the crown it loves to wear, just the palm-branch it loves to carry, and just the God and Saviour it loves to adore.

"Jerusalem, my happy home, Name ever dear to me! When shall my labors have an end, In joy, and peace, and thee?"

There happier bowers than Eden's bloom, Nor sin nor sorrow know, Bless'd seats! through rude and stormy scenes, I onward press to you.

O'er all those wide extended plains, Shines one eternal day; There God, the sun, forever reigns, And scatters night away.

No chilling wind, or poisonous breath Can reach that healthful shore: Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, Are felt and feared no more.

When shall I reach that happy place, And be forever blest? When shall I see my Father's face, And in his bosom rest?"

Coming to Conscience

COMING TO CONSCIENCE. A minister, says an exchange, was about to leave his own congregation for the purpose of visiting London, on what was by no means a pleasant errand—to beg on behalf of his place of worship. Previous to his departure, he called together the principal persons connected with his charge and said to them, "Now I shall be asked, whether we have conscientiously done all that we can for the removal of this debt; what answer am I to give? Brother so-and-so, can you in conscience say you have?" "Why, sir," he replied, "if you come to conscience, I don't know that I can." The same question he put to a second, and a third, and so on, and similar answers were returned, till the whole sum required was subscribed, and there was no longer any need of their pastor's wearing out his soul in coming to London on any such unpleasant excursion.

Plague Among the Birds

THERE is no end to plagues. The birds at Genoa are dying by thousands, from the miasmatic vapors in the atmosphere.

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