Earlier text: The Sunday-Law Conflict Coming OnTea Drinking and Its Dangers
The Dean of Bangor, England, speaking recently at a meeting held to further the establishment of courses of instruction in practical cookery in the elementary school, said that if he had his own way there would be much less tea-drinking among people of all classes. Oatmeal and milk produced strong, hearty, good-tempered men and women, whereas excessive tea-drinking created a generation of nervous, discontented people, who were forever complaining of the existing order of the universe, scolding their neighbors, and sighing after the impossible. In fact, he suspected that overmuch tea-drinking, by destroying the calmness of the nerves, was acting as a dangerous revolutionary force in England. Tea-drinking renewed three or four times a day made men and women feel weak, and the result was that the tea-kettle went before the gin bottle, and the physical and nervous weakness that had its origin in the bad cookery of an ignorant wife ended in ruin, intemperance, and disease. Giraffes Valued Above Children
A New York Court imposed a fine of $300 for giving tobacco to a giraffe, and fined a bar-tender $5 for selling whisky to children. So much are giraffes more valued than the children of men. "WHAT troubles you, William?" said Mrs. Aiken, speaking in a tone of kind concern to her husband, who sat silent and moody, with his eyes now fixed upon the floor, and now following the forms of his plainly-clad children as they sported, full of life and spirits, about the room. It was evening, and Mr. Aiken, a man who earned his bread by the sweat of his brow, had, a little while before, returned from his daily labor. No answer was made to his wife's question. A few minutes went by, and then she spoke again. "Is anything wrong with you, William?" "Nothing more than usual," was replied; "there's always something wrong. The fact is, I'm out of heart." Mrs. Aiken came and stood beside her husband, and laid her hand gently upon his shoulder. The evil spirit of envy and discontent was in the poor man's heart. This his wife understood right well. She had often before seen him in this frame of mind. "I'm as good as Freeman, am I not?" "Yes, and a great deal better, I hope," replied Mrs. Aiken. "And yet he is rolling in wealth, while I, though compelled to toil early and late, can scarcely keep soul and body together." "Hush, William! Don't talk so. It does you no good. We have a comfortable home, with food and raiment; let us therewith be contented and thankful." "Thankful for this mean hut! Thankful for hard labor, poor fare, and coarse clothing!" "None are so happy as those who labor; none enjoy better health than they who have only the plainest food. Do you ever go hungry to bed, William?" "Do you or your children shiver in the cold of winter for lack of warm clothing?" "William! Do not look past your real comforts in envy of the blessings God has given to others. Depend upon it, we receive all of this world's goods the kind Father above sees it best for us to have. With more, we might not be so happy as we are." "I'll take all that risk," said Aiken. "Give me plenty of money, and I'll find a way to largely increase the bounds of enjoyment." "The largest amount of happiness, I believe, is ever to be found in that external condition in which God has placed us." "Then every poor man should willingly remain poor." "I did not say that, William; I think every man should seek earnestly to improve his worldly affairs—yet be content with his lot at all times; for only in contentment is there happiness, and that is a blessing the poor may share equally with the rich. Indeed, I believe the poor have this blessing in larger store. You, for instance, are a happier man than Mr. Freeman." "I'm not so sure of that." "I am, then. Look at his face. Doesn't that tell the story? Would you change with him in every respect?" "No, not in every respect. I would like to have his money." "Ah, William! William!" Mrs. Aiken shook her head. "You are giving place in your heart to the spirit of discontent. Try to enjoy, fully, what you have, and you will be a far happier man than Mr. Freeman. Your sleep is sound at night." "I know; a man who labors as hard as I do, can't help sleeping soundly." "Then labor is a blessing, if for nothing else. I took home to-day a couple of aprons made for Mrs. Freeman. She looked pale and troubled, and I asked her if she were not well." "Not very," she replied. "I've lost so much rest of late that I'm almost worn out." "I did not ask why this was; but, after remaining silent for a few moments, she said:—" "Mr. Freeman has become so excited about business that he sleeps scarcely three hours in the twenty-four. He cares neither for eating nor drinking; and, if I did not watch him, would scarcely appear abroad in decent apparel. Hardly a day passes that something does not go wrong. Workmen fail in their contracts, prices fall below what he expected them to be, agents prove unfaithful; in fact, a hundred things occur to interfere with his expectations, and to cloud his mind with disappointment. We were far happier when we were poor, Mrs. Aiken. There was a time when we enjoyed life. Bright days!—how well are they remembered! Mr. Freeman's income was twelve dollars a week; we lived in two rooms, and I did all our own work. I had fewer wants then than I have ever had since, and was far happier than I ever expect to be again on this side of the grave." Just then a cry was heard in the street. "Hark!" exclaimed Mr. Aiken. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" The startling sound rose upon the air. Aiken sprang to the window and threw it open. "Mr. Freeman's new building, as I live." Aiken dropped the window, and catching up his hat, hurriedly left the house. It was an hour ere he returned. Meanwhile the fire raged furiously, and from her window, where she was safe from harm, Mrs. Aiken saw the large new factory, which the rich man had just erected, entirely consumed by the fierce, devouring element. All in vain was it that the intrepid firemen wrought almost miracles of daring in their efforts to save the building. Story after story was successively wrapped in flames, until, at length, over fifty thousand dollars' worth of property lay a heap of black and smouldering ruins. Wet to the skin, and covered with cinders, was Mr. Aiken when he returned to his humble abode, after having worked manfully in his unselfish efforts to rescue a portion of his neighbor's property from destruction. "Poor Freeman! I pity him from my very heart!" was his generous, sympathizing exclamation, as soon as he met his wife. "He is insured, is he not?" inquired Mrs. Aiken. "Partially; but even a full insurance would be a poor compensation for such a loss. In less than two weeks; this new factory, with all its perfect and beautiful machinery, would have been in operation. The price of goods is now high, and Mr. Freeman would have cleared a handsome sum of money on the first season's product of his mill. It is a terrible disappointment for him. I never saw a man so much disturbed." "Poor man! his sleep will not be as sound as yours to-night, William." "Nor, rich as he is, will he be as happy as you to-morrow." "If I were as rich as he is," said Aiken, "I would not fret myself to death for this loss. I would, rather, be thankful for the wealth still left in my possession." Mrs. Aiken shook her head. "No, William, the same spirit that makes you restless and discontented now would be with you, no matter how greatly improved might be your condition. Mr. Freeman was once as poor as you are. Do you think him happier for his riches? Does he enjoy life more? Has wealth brought a greater freedom from care? Has it made his sleep sweeter? Far, very far, from it. Riches have but increased the sources of discontent." "This is not a necessary consequence. If Mr. Freeman turn a blessing into a curse, that is a defect in his particular case." "And few in this fallen and evil world are free from this defect, William. If wealth were sought from unselfish ends, then it would make its possessor happy. But how few so seek riches. It is here, believe me, that the evil lies." Mrs. Aiken spoke earnestly, and something of the truth that was in her mind shed its beams upon the mind of her husband. "You remember," said she, smiling, "the anecdote of the rich man in New York, who asked a person who gave utterance to words of envy toward himself, 'Would you,' said he, 'take all the care and anxiety attendant upon the management of my large estate and extensive business operations, merely for your victuals and clothes?' 'No, indeed, I would not,' was the quick answer. 'I get no more,' said the rich man, gravely. And it was the truth, William. They who get rich in this world pass up through incessant toil and anxiety, and while they seem to enjoy all the good things of life, in reality enjoy but little. They get only their victuals and clothes. I have worked for many rich ladies, and I do not remember one who appeared to be happier than I am. And I am mistaken if your experience is not very much like my own." A few days after this time, Aiken came home from his work one evening. As he entered the room where his wife and children sat, the former looked up to him with a cheerful smile of welcome, and the latter gathered around him, filling his ears with the music of their happy voices. The father drew an arm around one another, and, as he sat in their midst, his heart swelled in his bosom, and warmed with a glow of happiness. Soon the evening meal was served—served by the hands of his wife—the good angel of his humble home. William Aiken, as he looked around upon his smiling children, and their true-hearted, even-tempered, cheerful mother, felt that he had many blessings for which he should be thankful. "I saw something a little while ago that I shall not soon forget," said he, when alone with his wife. "What was that, William?" "I had occasion to call at the house of Mr. Elder on some business, as I came home this evening. Mr. Elder is rich, and I have often envied him; but I shall do so no more. I found him in his sitting-room alone, walking the floor with a troubled look on his face. He glanced at me with an impatient expression as I entered. I mentioned my business, when he said abruptly and rudely:—" "I've no time to think of that now." "As I was turning away, a door of the room opened, and Mrs. Elder and two children entered." "I wish you would send them children up to the nursery," he exclaimed, in a fretful, half-angry voice. "I'm in no humor to be troubled with them now." "The look cast upon their father by those two innocent little children, as their mother pushed them from the room, I shall not soon forget. I remembered, as I left the house, that there had been a large failure in Market Street, and that Mr. Elder was said to be the loser by some ten thousand dollars—less than a twentieth part of what he is worth. I am happier than he is to-night, Mary." "And happier you may ever be, William," returned his wife, "if you but stoop to the humble flowers that spring up along your pathway, and, like the bee, take the honey they contain. God knows what, in external things, is best for us; and he will make either poverty or riches, whichever comes, a blessing, if we are humble, patient, and contented.—Arthur's Home Magazine." THE GOOD THAT THE CHILDREN DO.
A DREARY place would be this earth
Were there no little people in it;
The song of life would lose its mirth
Were there no children to begin it; No little forms, like buds to grow,
And make the admiring heart surrender;
No little hand, on breast and brow,
To keep the thrilling love chords tender. No babe within our arms to leap;
No little feet toward slumber tending;
No little knee in prayer to bend,
Our loving lips the sweet words lending. Life's song indeed would lose its charm,
Were there no children to begin it;
A doleful place this world would be,
Were there no little people in it. If we wish to succeed in life we must learn to take men as they are, and not as they ought to be; making them better if we can, but at the same time remembering their infirmities. We have to deal, not with the ideal man of dreaming poets, but with the real men of every-day life, men precisely like ourselves. This fact of common aims, ambitions, and infirmities, ought to create constant sympathy and forbearance. While every man has his own burden to bear, he may at the same time in some way help another to bear his peculiar burden, and be himself helped in turn. God has mysteriously linked all men together by this curious fact of mutual dependence, and this wonderful possibility of mutual help. Wealth Requires Grace and Humility
The more wealth you possess, the more grace and humility you need; for want of this, many are overthrown by wealth. —The present interest bearing debt of the United States is $1,312,446,050. —The probabilities of a rupture between Russia and Austria is the latest war talk. —The three ostrich chicks hatched at Anaheim, Los Angeles County, last week, are dead. —A plot to tar and feather the Lord Mayor of Dublin was discovered last week and frustrated. —The British steamer Iris was recently sunk off the Spanish coast, and thirty-five men drowned. —The French force in Tonquin is said to be 8,650 soldiers, 4,500 sailors and marines, and 32 vessels. —There is another political agitation in Jamaica; the cry is, " No taxation without representation." —H. Clay McGee killed his wife and daughter, and then committed suicide, near Kansas City, on the 8th inst. —The Pennsylvania Co.'s Railroad stock-yards at Pittsburg, were burned last Saturday night. Loss, $250,000. —On the 7th inst., sixty-three miners were killed as the result of an explosion in the Moorsfield colliery, Lancashire, England. —A shock of earthquake was felt at Cove Creek, southern Utah, Saturday, severe enough to break dishes and alarm the inhabitants. —A colored murderer was lynched at Moss Landing, Texas, on the 6th inst., and another one, on the 10th inst., at Mount Mourne, N. C. —Lord Lansdowne, the new Governor-General of Canada, is already receiving anonymous letters containing threats against his life. —Before the war but little rice was cultivated in Louisiana; now 50,000 people are engaged in growing this cereal in the Pelican State. —A gale blew down a large building in process of construction at Buffalo, N. Y., on the 9th inst., and five men were killed and seven injured. —The criminal classes of London are considered so dangerous as to warrant the arming of the police with revolvers. —At New York, last Saturday, a tugboat was blown into fragments by the explosion of her boilers. Six persons were killed and one badly mangled. —A portion of the new Wisconsin State House, an elegant structure not yet completed, fell, on the 8th inst., killing several workmen and causing considerable financial loss. —Samuel Markey is on trial in Stockton, charged with the murder of Patrick Breen, who had been placed upon land claimed by the railroad company in lieu of ejected settlers. —The Dominion Government has been requested by the United States authorities to furnish further information in relation to the operation of the postal savings bank system in Canada. —At Lyons, France, last week, the Anarchists exploded an infernal machine in front of the mansion of a wealthy merchant. Much damage was done the building, but no one was hurt. —General Longstreet, fearing the rescue of the Georgia Kuklux prisoners, requires authority to appoint additional guards to accompany them from Atlanta to the Albany, N. Y., penitentiary. —The Crown Prince of Germany will return the visit of King Alfonso of Spain. The Emperor would do so in person, but excuses himself on account of advanced age. It is not expected that the Crown Prince will go by way of Paris. —Lopez, the Mexican murderer, who last week at Laredo was given ninety-nine years in the Penitentiary, has had the finding set aside on account of the verdict failing to state that the accused was guilty of murder in the first degree. —Dispatches from Turin report that Kossuth, the Hungarian patriot, is dying. He is 81 years old, and has been giving way physically for some time. For over twenty years he has lived in strict privacy, devoting himself to scientific studies. —A San Francisco letter-carrier was, last week, fined $50 and dismissed from the service for throwing away letters to save the labor of delivering them. It was a penitentiary offense, but he was let off with a fine and dismissed on account of his family. —The Bulgarian Cabinet has decided to dismiss all Russians in the army, including Colonel Roadiger, Acting Minister of War, and recall all Bulgarians in the Russian service. Roadiger refused to resign, and was ordered to quit Sofia in twenty-four hours. —It is rumored that Princess Amelia, eldest daughter of Count de Paris, will shortly be married to Grand Duke Alexis of Russia. The Czar's advisers favor the union, thinking it will facilitate the restoration of the Orleanists and an alliance between France and Russia. —The state of the Cuban treasury is so embarrassed that the Council of Ministers has authorized the Captain-General to borrow $500,000 in gold until the home treasury can advance more, early in January. There has been a heavy fall in Cuban bonds and bank shares. —General elections were held in ten States on the 6th inst., resulting as follows: Massachusetts, Connecticut, New York, Minnesota, and Nebraska have been carried by the Republicans; while the Democrats secured Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Maryland, Virginia, and Mississippi. —Senator Miller has written a letter to the Secretary of State complaining of the fraudulent practices of Chinese officials. He says that hundreds of Chinese laborers are being landed in America as teachers, students, merchants, or those desiring to travel in the United States. —The British Cabinet has issued explicit instructions to all the Departments in the event of war between France and China. The British fleet in Chinese waters will be reinforced, and it is said any attempt by France to blockade ports where British interests exist will be resisted. —John S. Gray, the embezzling ex-Secretary of the State Harbor Commission, has been sent to San Quentin penitentiary for a term of ten years, on one charge. There are yet forty-three charges against him, which it is said will not be prosecuted unless the Supreme Court interferes with the present sentence. —A prominent statesman of Russia says that Vera Philipera, the woman recently arrested, was the actual head of the Nihilist Executive Committee, and that the Nihilists are broken into widely scattered groups, each more or less independent of the rest. They are driven to murder and robbery in order to obtain funds. —A Madrid dispatch says the Minister of War has acquired proof of fresh intrigues between political exiles and their friends in Spain, with a view of preparing for another military disturbance. The Government has discovered that these intrigues are connected with tiny speculators at home and abroad. The Governments of the provinces have been ordered to exercise the greatest vigilance. —On the 5th inst., a heavy cyclone made a dash of about fifty miles through Missouri, taking the city of Springfield in its course, where thirty buildings were destroyed and about 200 damaged. In the country east and west several farm buildings were blown down. Seven persons are reported killed, and several severely injured. The storm current was only a few yards in width, but traveled with fearful velocity. —The late election in Virginia has, in the minds of politicians, re-established the old " Mason and Dixon's line," assuring a " solid south " for what is called the " Bourbon Democracy " in the next Presidential election. —It was stated in last week's paper that a Mr. Cockrell had been ejected from his home in the Mussel Slough country, San Joaquin Valley, and two men placed in possession on behalf of a purchaser from the railroad company. The result is as might have been expected in that vicinity, where feeling between settlers and the railroad managers has in the past ran so high. Edward H. McAuliffe, one of the parties placed in possession, was shot and killed while out gunning, Nov. 5, by some unknown person. Mr. Cockrell is able to prove that he was at Hanford during the time the murder was committed. The other party in possession has decided to leave the place, fearing a like fate. —The Edmunds law is on all hands now acknowledged to be a total failure so far as the suppression of polygamy in Utah is concerned, which is really the only thing that either justifies the law or gives it any importance. Such we thought would be the fact when the law was passed; and hence we are not disappointed in the result.—Independent. The fact is, no law will prohibit polygamy in Utah or anywhere else unless it be enforced; and this has been the trouble with all the laws that have been enacted in regard to it. Money and influence will defeat any law. The Mormon Church can always raise plenty of money, and the " institution " itself has an influence upon imported politicians somewhat similar to that of the women of Moab. —The Chicago police have arrested twelve members of a thoroughly organized gang of shop-lifters. They include the leader, a woman known to the police as " Mother Wier," and her two sons and two daughters. Over $2,000 worth of stolen goods was recovered. It is estimated that the peculations of this band, nearly all of whom are women, have amounted to from $10,000 to $15,000 within the past few months. All are fine-looking women, elegantly dressed. Their method of operations was for a couple of women to enter a carriage, with one of " Mother Wier's " sons as coachman, and go " shopping " among the larger stores till the carriage was filled with plunder, when it would be taken to a place of deposit. One of " Mother Wier's " daughters was lately returned from New York, having served a term on Blackwell's Island. —As the fruits of Mormon missionary labors in the Southern States, 100 converts were shipped from Chattanooga to Utah last week. A late arrival from Europe brought 658. —The 400th anniversary of the birth of Martin Luther, which occurred on the 10th inst., was celebrated all over the recognized Christian world—even in Rome. In Berlin there was a gathering of 80,000 school children. —Archbishop Lynch of Toronto has addressed to the Pope and Cardinals, and also to the bishops of Ireland, a long letter on the loss of souls in America, consequent upon wholesale and impoverished immigration. —The noted Pere Hyacinthe has arrived from France, and will make a tour of the United States, including the Pacific Coast. He will lecture on "France and the United States," giving also his reasons for withdrawing from the Catholic Church. —The ministerial rage for harmonizing the Bible with so-called science leads to some ridiculous freaks. Rev. R. Hodgson, M. A., an English clergyman, takes the ground that "pre-Adamic remains are nothing more nor less than fossil angels." —At a recent meeting of the British Cabinet it was announced that the French Government had decided to give Mr. Shaw, the English Missionary in Madagascar who suffered loss in a bombardment by French war vessels, $5,000 damages and officially express regrets at his ill-treatment. —Five Chinese converts were recently added to the First Baptist Church in this city, from the mission on Eleventh Street, conducted by Mrs E. I. Bradway, and others are expected to be ready for admission in a short time. This church has now quite a number of Chinese members, all of whom are said to be very active workers in the cause. —The Swedish missionary in Iowa, Rev. J. Hendricksen, says his country people are strong Lutherans, who believe in regeneration, in infant sprinkling, confirmation when fourteen, and forgiveness of their sins when partaking of the Lord's Supper. They are very much afraid of Baptists, whom they regard as lost from the grace of God—an idea which their ministers carefully impress on their minds. —Dr. Huntington, Bishop of the Protestant Episcopal Church in Central New York, is author of the pastoral letter read at the Philadelphia Convention, in which other denominations are referred to as "those voluntary societies." He says the "meaning of the Bible is visible to those who come to it from within—who see as the church sees;" and confidently speaks of "our superior heritage and traditions." —The new Roman Catholic Coadjutor Archbishop for California, arrived in San Francisco, on the evening of the 6th, from Chicago. He came in splendid style, palace coaches being provided for him by his friends in his late field of labor, and a goodly number of church dignitaries accompanying him. He was the recipient of more attention on the way, and on his arrival at San Francisco, than any ecclesiastical personage who has ever yet come to the Pacific Coast. The Archbishop himself went as far as Salt Lake to meet him. Obituary.
By Peter H. Clark
CLARK.—Died of Bright's disease and old age, in Mobile, Ala., Oct. 9, 1883, my mother, Mrs. Sarah B. Clark, aged seventy-one years and one day. Mother had been in Mobile six weeks with her son-in-law, Col. Price Williams, under medical treatment. Her sufferings were very great. Each day for a month previous to her death, it was thought she might not live another day. She often spoke of dying, and prayed to be released from her agonies, principally intense nausea. God was near to her in her sufferings, and she praised his holy name, often saying, “Oh, how precious Jesus is to me in my extremity!” I was with her seventeen days. Many times did we, the five of her living children,—two sons and three daughters,—gather around what we thought her dying bed, but as we sang and prayed with her, she would revive again. For a few hours before her death, she was granted relief from her great sufferings; and as she fell asleep without a struggle, I felt to praise the Lord that her pilgrimage was done, the battle fought, the victory won, and the crown laid up. “She shall sleep, but not forever;
There shall be a glorious dawn;
We shall meet to part, no, never,
On the resurrection morn.” It is but a little while, and “He that shall come will come, and will not tarry.” Mother was born near Augusta, Ga., Oct. 7, 1812. Her parents removed to the territory of Alabama. When they arrived in Mobile, in 1818, it was but a small village. She was married near Mobile, in 1827, to Ebenezer Clark, a ship-carpenter of New York City. They lived there many years. From thence they moved to our old homestead, Three Rivers, in Jackson Co., Miss., where she has lived for forty years. Mother lived a widow for twenty-seven years. Father died away from home at a watering-place, and she never saw his grave. She was a member of the Methodist church for nearly forty years. Mother had fourteen children. Her son John Tyler Clark, whom she mourned as dead, was in California the last letter she had from him twelve years ago. Dear mother proved that the fifth commandment was sacred to her, by many years of patient, careful, and gentle attention to her blind, deaf, and helpless mother, who died two years ago, aged ninety-three years. Her relatives on the side of her father, Aaron Burleson, are said to compose one of the largest families in the United States; a history of them is now being written. Mother possessed sixteen slaves. She often said she was sorry she ever owned them, as they proved anything but a blessing to her. She loved very dearly Mrs. C. O. Taylor, who made us a visit just prior to her death. She also esteemed very highly the friendship of Eld. Taylor. Various Matters.
By Editor
THURSDAY, Nov. 29, is National Thanksgiving day, according to a proclamation of President Arthur. ON the Sabbath and Sunday before Thanksgiving, collections will be taken up in the schools of California to aid the California Association for providing a Home for Feeble-minded Children. GOOD news comes to us from the Healdsburg College. "E. J. W." writes: "The Bible-class is gradually increasing in numbers. There are thirty-five in regular attendance now, and there are some more coming. They are making some improvement." When we consider that this class is not made up of aimless individuals, but the members are mostly earnest in their desires to work in the cause of God, we think we have reason to hope that a goodly band of workers will be trained for service in this year's College class. THE music on this page is original in the "Pearly Portals." It must become popular in prayer and social meetings, as the air is easy and pleasing to the ear, and the words will reach every Christian heart. There is absolutely no poor music in Pearly Portals. The more we use it in our school, the more highly we value it. WE received an encouraging letter from Sister White which is worthy of more than a passing notice. The following words will be appreciated by our people in California at this time:— "We are not doing all we might do to encourage workers in the great harvest-field. We must encourage simplicity; we must not degenerate into formal service. We must lay responsibility upon humble, God-fearing men. I know God will accept their efforts if they will dedicate themselves to him. If they will place themselves in the channel, the light from the throne of God will shine through them. Jesus will work through their disinterested efforts. The Bible-readings will be a means of getting the truth before a large number. Men and women may do a good work here. Our sisters are not excusable in letting the talents God has given them rust from inaction." We believe that in many cases the sisters could find openings for Bible-readings where men could not. Why should they not improve them? The Signs of the Times.—Vol. 10.
By Editor
THE Board of Directors, and all connected with the SIGNS, have had under careful consideration for some time past, what could be done to improve the paper, and make it still more acceptable to its patrons. We shall commence Volume 10 with a new out-fit, new type, new dress throughout. If possible we shall stereotype each form, and thus keep the type new and clear throughout the year. Queries have been sent to us in regard to the stitching. Some have asked us how much more it would cost to open their papers and run them clear through the machine. It would not take long for any one to do so by their own paper; but we could not do so by 20,000 and mail them during the week. We have not been unmindful of this matter. It is the intention to begin the next volume with a machine which will fold and paste the paper. But this involves not only the expense of the machine, but material changes in the paper itself, the labor and expense of which cannot be appreciated by any not acquainted with the work. We will only say that as it is got up at present a folder and paster cannot be used. If it could it would have been used before this. Our patrons may rest assured that we shall do all that is possible to serve them, and the interests of the paper, and the cause of truth. The Heathen Origin of Sunday
The Sunday-school Union Bible Dictionary says: "Sunday was a name given by the heathen to the first day of the week, because it was the day on which they worshiped the sun." Religious Amendment Association.
By Editor
It is just twenty years ago that the movement was inaugurated to secure a religious amendment to the Constitution of the United States. The National Association will hold its annual meeting in Case Hall, Cleveland, Ohio, Dec. 11 and 12, 1883. The Statesman says: "The season of 1883-84, it is expected, will be a notable one in the history of the movement, for many reasons." We shall note with interest the doings of the Cleveland convention, and the shape which it gives to that work for the next year or two. WE, the undersigned, hereby give the sums set to our names, to raise the sum of $25,000 to be placed under the control of trustees chosen at the annual session of the California Conference. Said sum to be loaned to some of our Institutions at 5 per cent., the proceeds of which shall be used to assist those who are seeking an education at the Healdsburg College, to fill positions in the cause of God. Said individuals must be recommended by the Conference Committee and the College Faculty. William Butcher..............................$5,000
Joseph Leininger........................... 5,000
John Morrison..............................1,000
F. H. Adams..................................500
Mrs. Mary Scott..............................500
A Friend to the Cause........................800
"Who'll be the next?"