Front Cover
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 The story of the star in the...
 The story of the Armada, or how...
 The story of a certain Christmas...
 The story of the wires and how...
 The story of the wigwams
 The story of an old-time saint
 The story of the Quakers settling...
 The story of a ride in the Arctic...
 The story of heroes at the...
 The story of never too late
 The story of the man that Pocahontas...
 The story of a sweet singer in...
 The story of a newspaper of the...
 The story of a girl who loved her...
 The story of a home in the...
 The story of the boy that read...
 The story of Guy Fawkes's day
 The story of a rubber man
 The story of a sailor who went...
 The story of the two iron-clad...
 The story of a preacher who...
 The story of the providence that...
 The story of a big ice-raft
 The story of the relief of...
 The story of a potter
 The story of those good old...
 Back Cover

Title: Deeds worth telling
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 Material Information
Title: Deeds worth telling logs for the yule-tide fire
Alternate Title: Deeds worth telling twenty-six stories of heroism, discovery and invention in all lands and climes
Physical Description: 233 p. : ill., ports ; 24 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Rand, Edward A ( Edward Augustus ), 1837-1903
Herrick, Henry Walker, 1824-1906 ( Illustrator )
Orr, John William, 1815-1887 ( Engraver )
Felter, John D ( Engraver )
Hunt & Eaton ( Publisher )
Cranston & Stowe ( Publisher )
Russell & Richardson ( Engraver )
Publisher: Hunt & Eaton
Cranston & Stowe
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: 1890
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christmas -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1890   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1890
Genre: Children's stories
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Ohio -- Cincinnati
Statement of Responsibility: by Rev. Edward A. Rand.
General Note: Some illustrations engraved by Russell-Richardson, J.D. Felter and J.W. Orr after Herrick.
General Note: Title page printed in red and black ink.
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Volume ID: VID00001
Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002232697
notis - ALH3093
oclc - 15806047

Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
        Front Cover 3
    Title Page
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    List of Illustrations
        Page 7
        Page 8
    The story of the star in the East
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
    The story of the Armada, or how God saved England
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
    The story of a certain Christmas party
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
        Page 36
    The story of the wires and how they were made to talk
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
    The story of the wigwams
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
    The story of an old-time saint
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
    The story of the Quakers settling down
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
    The story of a ride in the Arctic land
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
    The story of heroes at the stake
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
    The story of never too late
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
    The story of the man that Pocahontas saved
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    The story of a sweet singer in Israel
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
    The story of a newspaper of the revolution
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
    The story of a girl who loved her country
        Page 124
        Page 125
        Page 126
        Page 127
        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
    The story of a home in the wilderness
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 135
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
        Page 140
        Page 141
        Page 142
    The story of the boy that read the Bible to his mother
        Page 143
        Page 144
        Page 145
        Page 146
        Page 147
        Page 148
        Page 149
    The story of Guy Fawkes's day
        Page 150
        Page 151
        Page 152
        Page 153
        Page 154
    The story of a rubber man
        Page 155
        Page 156
        Page 157
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
    The story of a sailor who went west
        Page 162
        Page 163
        Page 164
        Page 165
        Page 166
        Page 167
        Page 168
        Page 169
    The story of the two iron-clads
        Page 170
        Page 171
        Page 172
        Page 173
        Page 174
        Page 175
        Page 176
        Page 177
        Page 178
        Page 179
    The story of a preacher who dared
        Page 180
        Page 181
        Page 182
        Page 183
        Page 184
        Page 185
        Page 186
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        Page 189
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    The story of the providence that leads
        Page 191
        Page 192
        Page 193
        Page 194
        Page 195
        Page 196
        Page 197
        Page 198
    The story of a big ice-raft
        Page 199
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        Page 201
        Page 202
        Page 203
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    The story of the relief of Lucknow
        Page 211
        Page 212
        Page 213
        Page 214
        Page 215
        Page 216
        Page 217
    The story of a potter
        Page 218
        Page 219
        Page 220
        Page 221
        Page 222
    The story of those good old days
        Page 223
        Page 224
        Page 225
        Page 226
        Page 227
        Page 228
        Page 229
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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Five Volumes. 12mo. Cloth.

ROUND ONE. PLAY. Knights of the White Shield, Si 25
ROUND Two. ScIooL. School in the Lighthouse, i 25
ROUND THREE. WVORK. Yard-stick and Scissors, 25
ROUND FOUR. VACATION. Camp at Surf Bluff,. 25
ROUND FIVE. MANHOOD. Out of the Breakers, I 25

Sailor-Boy Bob. I2mo. Cloth, . ... 25
When the War Broke Out; or, Sailor-Boy Bob's
Sister. i2mo. Cloth, . ... I 25
Under the Lantern at Black Rocks. 12mo. Cloth, ..
Deeds Worth Telling. Quarto. Cloth,.....


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AR back in English history, the Yule-tide fire
was kindled, and commemorated the kindly
feeling which Christmas always brings. The
Burning of the Yule-log is said to have been
"the most joyous of all the ceremonies on
Christinas Eve in the feudal times. The ven-
erable log was drawn in triumph from the
woods, and brought in and placed on the
hearth of the wide chimney in the old
baronial hall." It is said the old-time bards welcomed the Yule-
log in such words as these:
'.' Welcome be thou, heavenly King, -
Welcome, born on this morning,
Welcome for whom we shall sing,
Welcome Yule!
Welcome be ye that are here,
Welcome all, and make good cheer,
Welcome all, another year-
Welcome Yule!"
It is also on record that half the burned log was laid away when
it had accomplished its mission, and it was "carefully preserved
till the next Christmas, when the new log was lighted with the


charred remains of its predecessor." How many interesting
associations gathered about the Yule-tide fire! He who saw
the flash of its flame knew it meant peace and good will. The
wayfarer in the night might see its ruddy light in the window,
and thereby would be cheered and guided in his dark, lonely
journey. May the deeds herein recorded, the facts accumulated,
be as fuel for the lighting, guiding, cheering, and comforting of
all that read, and who, as pilgrims in the night, need such help: a
light to beckon on, a kindly heat to warm and encourage them
in the good way they have chosen and do follow. We who read
would not be limited to one Yule-log, to one noteworthy fact, but
would heap our fire with many such proofs of the magnificent,
progress our humanity is making. Neither are these logs here
laid down upon the household hearth for one brief Christmas
festivity, but all the year round may we get the needed help and
guidance from the great, shining facts of the past, and so move on
cheerfully, bravely, hopefully to meet the duties of one better,
grander day.


THE STORY OF THE STAR IN THE EAST ............................ 9


TIE STORY OF A CERTAIN CHRISTMAS PARTY ........................ 27


THE STORY OF THE W IGWAMS ................................... 42

THE STORY OF AN OLD-TIME SAINT .................................. 52

THE STORY OF THE QUAKERS SETTLING DOWN ........................ 66

/ THE STORY OF A RIDE IN THE ARCTIC LAND ......................... 72

THE STORY OF HEROES AT THE STAKE ............................... 81

THE STORY OF NEVER Too LATE .................................... 87


THE STORY OF A SWEET SINGER IN ISRAEL ........................... 105


TIE STORY A ES ER OF A N S TIE REVOLUTION ................... 118

THE STORY OF A GIRL WHO LOVED HER COUNTRY .................... 124

THE STORY OF A HOME IN TIE WILDERNESS ........................... 132


THE STORY OF GUY FAWKES'S DAY. ................................ 150

THE STORY OF A RUBBER MAN ................................... 155

THE STORY OF A SAILOR WIIIT WENT WEST ........................ 162

THE STORY OF THE Two IRON-CLADS .................................... 170

THE STORY OF A PREACHER WHIO DARED ............................. 180

TIE STORY OF TIE PROVIDENCE THAT LEADS .......................... 191

/ THE STORY OF A 13I( ICE-RAFT. .................... ............... 199

THE STORY OF THE RELIEF OF LUCKNOW.. ............................. 211

THE STORY OF A POTTER ........................................... 218

THE STORY OF THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS.............................. 223

A STORY OF BRAVE DEEDSS........Frontispiece.
The Christmas Child.................... 3
Holly Berries........................... 4
The Star in the East ................... 9
SHalting at Night by a Fire."........... 11
"With Other Travelers by Night."'....... 12
A Solitary Eastern Traveler ............ 13
The Shepherds Adoring Jesus........... 14
Bethlehem.......................... 15
Queen Elizabeth............ ........ 17
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Princess Elizabeth in the Tower......... 20
Chair in which Elizabeth was Crowned... 21
Sir John Franklin ..................... 23
The Last of the Armada................ 26
The Original Stars and Stripes........... 27
Washington........................... 28
Washington Crossing the Delaware....... 30
Battles of Trenton and Priuceton......... 31
General Sullivan....................... 32
American Flag Before the Stars and
Stripes.......................... .. 34
President Washington Inaugurated ....... 35
Professor Samuel F. B. Morse ............. 39
"Hel-lol Whatdo You Say?"......... 41
Page From the Dakota Calendar......... 42
Sioux Indians in Battle with Emigrants... 43
A North American Indian.............. 45
Winthrop Interviewed by a Sachem...... 46
Death of King Philip................... 47
Eliot Catochising the Indian Children..... 49
Indian Picture Language................ 50
Squaw and Pappoose of Sacs and Foxes... 51
"The Land that Witnessed the Triumph of
Joseph"............................ 53
The Land of the Pyramids............... 55
Richard the Lion-Hearted and his Queen.. 56
"That Old City "-Tyre ................ 57

On the Banks of the Nile................ 60
Jerusalem from the Mount of Olives...... 61
Louis Resisting the Turks in Egypt....... 63
Crusading Knights..................... 64
Seal of Crusading Knights............... 65
William Penn ........................ 67
Charles the Second.................... G6
Penn Colonists on the Delaware .......... 69
Arms of Pennsylvania.................. 11
A Canine Span........................ 12
"The Maddened Monster ".............. 13
Among the Icebergs.................... 75
I '. I :. --,1.ni .......................... 76
A Northland Home ..................... 18
Winchester Cathedral................... 79
Henry the Eighth ..................... 81
Queen Mary's Entry into London......... 82
English Prayers for the First Time........ S3
John Rogers in the Burning Fagots..... 84
"In Church Services.".................. 85
Martyrdom of John Huss............... 86
The Drink Serpent ..................... 87
Gough at the Beginning of his Career..... SS
John B. Gough........................ 89
The Workman's Glass ................. 91
Napoleon Bonaparte................... 92
Laocodn and his Sons...................... 93
The Pharos of Alexandria .............. 95
A Light Tower......... ............... 96
Captain John Smith.................... 98
Early Settlements in Virginia............ 99
Powhatan's Delegates and the Cannon.... 100
Captain Smith and his Jack-knife ........ 101
The Day-Spring........................ 101
Charles and John Wesley............... 105
John Wesley and his Friends at Oxford... 103
John Wesley ........................ 107
" Like a Much-Visited Fountain"........ 110

Illstratio s,


Susannah Wesley.

"Those Watchers at Bethlehem."......... 114
Charles W esley........................ 115
The Epworth Rectory................. 117
Setting Type....... ........ ..... ..... 118
Scene of the Battle of Bunker Hill ....... 119
Bunker Hill Monument................ 120
Siege of Boston, ....................... 120
General Richard Montgomery............ 121
Montgomery's Brave Little Army......... 122
King George the Third ................. 123
Joan's Crook.......................... 124
Joan Listening to the Voices ............ 125
" Picturesque and Peaceful" ............ 127
Joan of Arc on her Way to Die........... 129
Joan at Home......................... 131
Looking Seaward..................... 132
The "Mayflower" at Sea............... 133
Burial Hill, Plymouth ................... 135
First-Sabbath on Clark's Island.......... 137
Plymouth Meeting House on Fort Hill.... 138
The First Thanksgiving Dinner......... 139
Leyden Street, Plymouth ........... ... 141
The 'Mayflower" ..................... 142
Young Lincoln at his Mother's Grave..... 144
Mr. Lincoln's First Public Address ....... 146
Dragging the Wagon................... 147
Viewing Carpenter at Work on his Picture. 148
Abraham Lincoln....................... 149
Conspirators Frightened ............... 151
Guy Fawkes in the King's Bed-Chambier. 152
Playing Guy Fawkes................... 154
Charles Goodyear .................... 1537
SCliaffee Machine ............... 159
Goodyear's Crystal Palace Exhibit....... 160
French Medal Awarded to Goodyear...... 161
A Sailor's Perils...................... 162
Columbus Explaining his Views ......... 164
Christopher Columbus................. 166
Land Ahead ........................... 167
W estward hIo! ........................ 169
The Monitor "..................... 70
The Old-Time War Vessel............... 171

................... Ill At Fort H enry ......................... 177

Iron-Clads on the Mississippi ........... 178
Peace.................................. 179
Martin Luther.... .................... 180
Luther Discovers a Latin Bible........... 181
Luther Before the Enperor Charles...... 182
Luther Nailing up his Theses............ 183
Luther and a Princely Friend............ 185
" What Safer Than an old Castle ? "...... 186
Luther and Melanchthon................ 187
Holy Bible .......................... .. 188
Roger Williams and the Pequods......... 189
Indians ............................. 191
Roger Williams's Reception............. 193
Landing of Roger Williams ............. 194
Roger Williams's Statue ............... 195
Roger Williams's House ............... 197
Roger Williams's Church ............... 198
On the Pole......... ... ....... .. ..... 199
Esquimaux on a Frolic ................ 200
Captain C. F. Hall...................... 201
Ice Rafts............................. 203
Perilous Situation of the Polaris"...... 204
Captain Buddington.................. 205
A Vessel Nipped in the lee............. 207
Pandora's Box......................... 208
" The Residency," Lucknow, India ...... 209
The Relief of Lucknow................. 213
General Havelock and his Lascars......... 215
The Shrine at Cawnpur.............. 216
lie Fired his Furnaces in Vain ..... ... 218
Palissy Telling his Discovery to his Wife.. 219
A Palissy Dish ........ ..... ....... 220
Among his Customers were the High-Born. 220
Palissy Reading the Bible.............. 221
Palissy at a Huguenot Meeting .......... 222
" Halt ".......... .................... 224
Tie Serpent Hiding in the Bottle......... 225
The Saloon Door is Still Open.......... 226
The Horn-Book........................ 227
An Early Printing-Press.............. 228
Alphabet Rhymes and Pictures .......... 229
A Modern Printing-Press .............. 231

Log Orle

TARS are magnets. They attract
our attention. They win our affec-
tion. They enchain our hearts.
They are so beautiful. They have such
lovely faces. What friends are fairer ?
And have we any friends more stead-
fast? There they are, shining out of the
blue heavens just the same as in our
earliest years. My home being on a hill-
slope, the moment I begin to ascend it
the heavens broaden. The old horizon
dips. The sky comes up and grows. I
continue my walk. I pass up the street,
and before me is that glorious constella-
tion of Ursa Major, or the Great Bear.
Sometimes we have that familiar, kitch-
en-like, domestic title for it, the Great
Dipper. There it is, its long golden han-
dle turning down, turning up, through
the night slowly turning over, swinging
round like a hand on an immense dial.
We may have been away for years


from the old home. We come back once more to climb the hill-
slope. Our feet are weary. Our hearts are heavy. The world has
disappointed us. Friends have failed us. Lights that once shone
from the windows of home have gone out. But, look up! In
the heavens are theold friends. The North Star looks down
cheerfully from its high perch. The big golden constellation is
there, Ursa Major, or our familiar kitchen friend, the Great Dip-
per, just the same as ever; without rest, turning down, turning up,
turning over, patiently sweeping the circle of the same celestial dial.
Another friend I like to watch is the constellation of the
mighty hunter, Orion. On a winter evening, he comes up so
splendidly and cheerily over the south-eastern hills. Not far
away are his golden dog Sirius and his fellow canines all in yellow.
You almost expect to hear a blast from a hunter's bugle. You
would not be surprised to catch the long bay of a pack of hounds
coming across the upland sweep, growing as it goes by you, and
dying far beyond you. Does Orion change, winter after winter ?
No matter how frosty the night and loud the wind, is there any
fading of his magnificence in the heavens ? He is out every
night with his hardy setters, no matter how high the drifts or
stinging the cold. O, how we admire and love the stars!
If we are interested in watching the stars, the thought will
come to us, and overwhelm us, that ages of mankind before us
have also watched and loved the stars. How many who lived
thousands of years ago looked up to the same heavens, beheld
Arcturus, Orion, and the Pleiades! Said one of old so impressively:
Canst thou bind the sweet influences of Pleiades,
Or loose the bands of Orion ?
Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season,
Or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons ? "
How many in after generations have also watched the stars !
We are not surprised, then, to find in the Gospels the story


of the three wise men who away over in their eastern home saw
a glittering star and determined to follow it. They did not go
like travelers in a northern clime, shaggy with furs, halting at
night in the light
and warmth of a
huge roaring fire of
logs cut from the
forest. They went in
the fashion of an
eastern traveler, clad
in his light robes,
mounted high on hina
camel, to whom the
cool night may bring
not so much a cov-
eted opportunity for
rest as for travel.
The day may be
hot and oppressive.
Travel is irksome.
Rest in the shadow
of a great rock in a
weary land, how de-
lightful! When the
sun drops behind
when the stars come
up, their faces fresh and cool with the night dew, then let the
traveler speed away !
We think of the three wise men going from their homes.
They linked the shining of the beautiful star with a fascinating
rumor-like a wind from the western sea-that a great king was


to be born, and they must go to worship himii. Their journey has
become famous. In art and in song has the story been enshrined.
The poet, the preacher, the worshiper, listening from year to year,
all hear the distinct footfall of the three camels who with their
riders are crossing the far eastern lands.
In a little group by themselves they toil on, or, with other
travelers by night, in a huge, jostling caravan, they journey toward.
the beautiful star. There is one story that the wise men came
to Jerusalem with a retinue of a thousand men, and that they
left behind, on the
further bank of the
S- f Euphrates, an army
of seven thousand.
S Tradition has em-
balmed their names
as Melchior, Gaspar,
and Baltassar. M~el-
chior was an old
man, hoary with
years, his beard and
hair long. It was
he that made an
offering of gold to
"nWIT OTHER TRAVELERS 3Y NI'rT. m Jesus. Gaspar was

a youth, his face ruddy and beardless. He gave the frankincense.
Baltassar's face was black and bearded. He gave the myrrh.
It was at Bethlehem that the weary camel's finally halted, and
there the wise men made their gifts.
Did we ever reflect upon those who gave Jesus kingly honors ?
There were honored men from abroad, and there were also poor,
unknown shepherds from the fields. Royalty at home did not
recognize Jesus. Jerusalem would have murdered him, even as it


did crucify him in later years. Those who loyally, lovingly
followed the beautiful star, and the shepherds who must have
watched the same star from the lonely fields, sought, found, and
honored the Saviour.
May we love the stars. May we study them and learn about
them. Begin when young to appreciate their beauty. Become
familiar with their names. How they dwarf us and teach

humility! How they exalt their Maker and teach reverence!
It is said that Napoleon one night of a voyage overheard his officers
talking on the vessel's deck in a flippant and infidel way. They
were dusting, and airing their skeptical views when he suddenly
interrupted them. He pointed out the heavens, brilliant with the
light of many stars. When he appealed to them and asked them
who made those stars, what could they say?



The skeptics were dumb.
Yes; who did make the stars ?
O, how they who look up aright are led down into the dust
of a place lowly and worshipful before God, the Maker of the
The wise men gave. themselves to the beautiful star. May
we give ourselves to the things higher, purer, better, heavenly.
May we leave the life that is lower, seek and follow the Saviour
in his divine and heavenly.. walk. The Star in the East never
failed the wise men. Jesus will never fail us. Around our
Christmas-tree let us think upon these things.




LoA Two.

T was the sixteenth century. What
quick, proud tunes the Spanish hammers
had rung out on Spanish anvils, and
how fiercely the forge-fires had flamed, all
to get the fleet of the great Armada ready
to attack and, as Spain thought, of course,
QUEN ZABETH. whip England! The master of this
Spanish fleet was King Philip the Second. He doubtless felt that
as he once had been husband of an English queen, he had a right
to say something about English interests. He was also fighting to
possess the Low Countries, where an English army was operating
against him, and one way to get to the Low Countries was to go
through England. Let there be a big fleet to attack England,"
Philip reasoned, "and my forces on the borders of the North Sea
shall co-operate." He not only aimed a blow at-England's life, but
at that of Protestantism. Other countries than England were
striving in the far-extending Protestant fight. If England were
conquered, Protestantism there would also go down under the
pitiless feet of Philip's trampling hordes. Protestantism elsewhere
would be sorely bruised.
Yes, Spain had been very busy making ready the great Ar-
mada. The Duke of Medina Sidonia commanded. Nobody seems
to praise him as a special flower of Spanish chivalry, but among
his officers was the finest of its bloom.
There were one hundred and forty-five vessels in his fleet;


There were twenty pinnaces, fifty-six armed merchantmen, four
immense galleys called galliasses, each bristling with fifty guns,
and sixty-five galleons. This big war-dog of a fleet barked out
of twenty-five hundred mouths, the number of the cannon of the


great Armada. It had eight thousand seamen, and transported
twenty thousand soldiers.
The pattern of- a war-ship shifts with the generations. A
specimen of an old-time war-ship may seem primitive enough.


Doubtless the big Spanish fleet was after the latest models, and
was as thoroughly modern as the year 1588, but no more. Besides
this war monster were the Duke of Parma's forces in the Nether-
lands, and these were directed to co-operate with the big naval
expedition whenever the word might be given. Here were two
huge mill-stones, the fleet from Spain and the army from the Low
Countries. Between them what a thorough squeezing, grinding,
and pulverizing old England would get! Philip the Second must
have chuckled and rubbed his hands and smiled complacently to
think what a bruising between the mill-stones old England would
have. He did not once think that the grist might be too great
for the mill.
It was one day in the spring of 1588 that the Armada
crawled out of port, but quickly a storm pounced upon it, shook-
it up, and frightened it into port again. It set sail once more, and
finally from beacon-light to beacon-light flashed the news along
the English coast that the great and dreadful Armada was
coming! It had entered the English Channel!
There was a hurrying to and fro. The drums beat. The
trumpets blew. The brave English rallied. The Spanish Duke
of Parma in the Netherlands readily imagined how it would be
when he might have crossed the deep, rough sea, and drawn
up his soldiers on the white sands of England. "When I
shall have landed," he told Philip, "I must fight battle
after battle. I shall lose men by wounds and disease. I must
leave detachments behind to keep open my communications,
and in a short time the body of my army will become so weak
that not only I may be unable to advance in the face of the
enemy, and time may be given to the heretics and your majesty's
other enemies to interfere, but there may fall out some notable
inconveniences, with the loss of every thing, and I be unable to
remedy it." The Duke of Parma would have met an object worse


than ten thousand men of England, and that would have been
a woman, and a very spunky one at that. The head of all
England was set between the shoulders of a woman, brave Queen
Bess. She was a plucky, spirited, resolute, shrewd sovereign. She
knew, too, what it was to suffer because her name was Elizabeth.
Under the woman who
afterward married
Philip, Elizabeth, then
princess, had been sent to
London's gloomy tower.
Stt As Elizabeth, queen, she
had reason, indeed, to be
shy of the man from
Spain, slowly, gloomily
creeping over the waters.
Queen Elizabeth
put- England into as
good fighting condition
as possible. English
hamlets and English cit-
ies were thoroughly
aroused. The militia
gathered. The regular
troops were all ready to
grip and punish any tres-
4; passer from the Conti-
nent. Philip had counted
on a papal rising. Something else, beginning with P, had been
aroused: Patriotism. The Roman Catholic cavaliers at the head
of their forces marched to Elizabeth's appointed rendezvous.
Roman Catholic gentry in their own gallant craft sailed up to the
English fleet and added their loyal forces. That English fleet

(The stone under the seat was brought to England from Scone, in Scotland, by
Edward I. Tradition said that it was the identical stony pillow on which the Patri-
arch Jacob had rested when he dreamed of the ladder.)


had the spirit of a young lion in its courage, and that of a bull-dog
in its stubbornness. In numbers it was far inferior to the
Spanish. Only eighty vessels did it rally. In size it was much
surpassed by the Armada. There were only four English vessels
which in tonnage could equal the smallest of the Spanish galleons.
Fifty of the English craft could not make a much better show
than the yachts which this generation has seen.. But when you
come to weigh brains, measure pluck, and tell the number of
cubic feet in the cause espoused, England weighed 'more, meas-
ured more, and had a far greater cause than Spain.
The head of the fleet was the brave, energetic Howard.
Under him was Drake, who in previous acts of daring had been
"singeing the Spanish king's beard," as he phrased it. There
was Frobisher, who had faced the icy winds of arctic seas, and
had courageously felt his way into the shadowy "north-west pas-
sage." There, too, was Hawkins, who amid the Indies had thrown
out the British flag and
dared all the world to
touch it. Under all the
brave officers were nine
thousand iron-handed,
lion-hearted seamen.
England is a sailor-
nursery. The surf of
the ocean raises its
white fence all about
the winding shores, and
it tempts every boy to
leap over it, and leap
over it many do. It
is told of the famous
arctic navigator, Sir SIR JOHN FRANKLIN.


John Franklin, that when a boy he walked twelve miles with a
friend to catch a glimpse of the sea, which hitherto had been an
unknown wonder to him. Having seen it he resolved to follow
it, so fascinating was it. While the young are attracted by it
the old love to tell of adventures on the great deep, in which
they may have gone creeping round the stormy Cape Horn, and
off Cape Town, down in South Africa, seen the white clouds roll-
ing along the slant of Table Mountain. In this way this subject
of the sea is charged anew with magnetic power. It tempts the
young to follow in the footsteps of the old.
And with what a wonderful story for the entertainment
and wonder of the young did the great Armada furnish the old
sailors! As the fleet sailed up the English Channel the beacon-
fires on one hill told the news to those on the next. Yes; there
it was, sweeping past Plymouth in the form of an imposing
crescent. From one horn of the crescent to the other it measured
seven miles; seven miles of ships and cannon and seamen and
soldiers-one frowning, far-reaching, curving battery of death, that
might flash and thunder and smash away any moment. It was a
seven-mile menace to England, to Elizabeth, and to Protestantism.
The English were shrewd. Their vessels could be easily
handled. They darted out of port, and, saucily pitching their
iron compliments over to the big, bulky fleet, hung upon its rear,
teased and worried like a dog this big clumsy prey. Two of
those awkward, unhandy galleons were crippled and captured.
As the Armada moved up the channel, the English ships
continued to pester it. At first they were careful how they came
to close quarters with their big adversaries, yet provoking and
nettling them continually. After awhile this English David fell
directly upon the big, unwieldy Goliath from Spain. To confuse
the giant Howard made torches of eight vessels, and at midnight
drifted them down with the tide upon the Spaniards. The latter


had a night-mare wide-awake, and, cutting their cables, stood out
to sea. The doughty Drake saw his opportunity, and the English
grappled their antagonists. When Queen Bess's men counted up
results they had taken or destroyed about a dozen Spanish ships.
Four thousand Spaniards were silent in death. The day went
out in the gloom of sore discouragement on the decks of the Ar-
mada.. If all had been like one officer, Oquenda, the sun of hope
might still have shone. Admiral Medina was disheartened. He
cried, "We are lost, Sefor Oquenda! What are we to do ?" "Let
others talk of being lost! Your Excellency has only to order up
fresh cartridges," was the spirited reply.
History does not record that any fresh ammunition was
ordered up, for Oquenda's spirit was not contagious. It was
retreat, not more powder, that a council of war favored. Help
had not come. The Duke of Parma had not cared to exchange
his sure footing on the Continent for the wet and slippery decks
of the Armada. It was determined by the discouraged war
council to go to a place appreciated now more than ever-home.
Spain did look fascinating, far more than England and the rest
of the world besides. It was thought best to go home by the
long way, that around the Orkneys, the winds being contrary. So
were the English, and that may have influenced the Spaniards.
"With the grace of God," Drake cried, in ecstasy, "if we like,
I doubt not, ere it be long, so to handle the matter with the Duke
of Sidonia as he shall wish himself at St. Mary Port among his
Between the Spaniards and the fair white orange-blossoms
was a savage gauntlet to be run, and more to be dreaded than
Drake and all his war-ships. When the once proud Armada had
reached the Orkneys, the Spaniards met this fearful gauntlet of
storm-winds driving across the dreary, cold Atlantic, and rolling
up the huge, merciless billows. Before their blows the Armada


was helpless as an infant. On the shores of the Western Isles
and the coast of Ireland seventeen ships, carrying five thousand
men, were flung as if mere weeds of the sea.
It is said that on a strand near Sligo an English captain
counted eleven hundred faces that came up white and cold from
the devouring and then rejecting sea. And the number that saw
again the land of white orange-blossoms, those who heard the
voices of father and mother, wife and children, how many
were they? Into the port of Corunna, with bruised hulls,
crawled fifty ships, bringing ten thousand men sore with disease
and pale with the death-shadow. For them you have only pity.
I can see a frown on the haughty face of the Spanish king as he
counts up the awful cost of the ill-fated expedition. To him you
measure only rebuke. Not alone in Spain were the traces of his
defeat discernible. On northern shores were left many shattered
wrecks about which roared the Atlantic waves, telling the tireless
story of a proud, cruel ambition hopelessly broken, never to be so
formidable again.

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Log Tree.

NE cold Christmas afternoon-of the
winter of 1776 and 1777-a body of
over two thousand men started off on
a Christmas excursion. It should be
stated that this was to be a surprise
party. The guests were not expected,
but they had planned to go all the
same. They went in orderly columns.
They marched to the Delaware.
At their head was General Wash-
ington, the great leader of the Ameri-
can army. It was the same hero
who, twenty-one years earlier, was in another memorable surprise
party; one he did not plan, and from which it is a wonder that he
came out alive. It was that famous struggle of the English-under
Braddock, when they fell into an ambuscade of the wily French
and Indians in the Pennsylvania woods. It was Washington who,
after Braddock's sorrowful defeat amid the forest shadows, cov-
ered with a brave little band of Virginians the retreat of the
stricken army and saved it from more serious disaster. He was
now at the head of the little army of that young nation of
America that on the previous Fourth of July stood boldly up,
small but plucky, and proclaimed itself a sovereign people.
When the December sun rose, looking coldly upon nature,
it saw in America's cause but scant room for hope. So England


thought. It had crowded hard the little Yankee army. It saw
the revolutionary effort in its last struggle. Rebellion was in its
death agony. The war, England said, was virtually ended. The
British troops on the eastern banks of the Delaware shared in this
confidence. Although it had been whispered that the rebel
Washington might cross the Delaware and attack them the Brit-
ish commander in New Jersey had no faith in it, "because the

running ice would make the return desperate or impracticable."
Besides, he gave this as his written opinion no later than the
21st of December: "Washington's men have neither shoes nor
stockings nor blankets, are almost naked, and dying of hunger
and want of food. On the Trenton side of the Delaware they
have not altogether three hundred men, and these stroll in small
parties under a subaltern, or a captain, to lie in wait for dragoons."


Rahl, who commanded at Trenton nearly two thousand Hes-
sians, sneered at the Quixotic idea of Washington's attack.
"Let them come he cried. "What need of intrenchments ?
We will at them with the bayonet."
Ha, ha! how loudly that Hessian Rahl must have laughed at
the rumor of a Yankee invasion! I fancy I can hear him at this
distance. Every night he was rioting late at the festal board,
and any interruption of his bacchanals would have been very un-
welcome. He would surely not play the part of the gracious
host to any surprise party that might come Christmas night.
This did not deter Washington. He well understood the condition
in which such an enemy as the Hessians would be on Christmas
night, and he resolved to carry out his purpose. It would seem
as if he had as many difficulties to struggle against as there were
floating blocks of ice in the Delaware. His army was not thor-
oughly equipped. In ten days it was anticipating its dissolution
as an organization. The last fact was one.reason why Washington
should lose no time. He gave out as the watch-word for the ex-
pedition, "Victory or death !" What other Christmas party ever
had such a motto !
He began his march at three o'clock, the afternoon of Decem-
ber 25. What a way for those poor Continentals to spend Christ-
mas afternoon-insufficiently clad, some of them in shoes that were
any thing but whole It is said of one who joined Washington's
army at the Delaware that he had easily tracked the route of the
Americans "by the blood on the snow from the feet of the men
who wore broken shoes."
What grim Christmas cheer!
Each man had three days' provisions-no turkey, be assured
-and forty rounds of ammunition. Eighteen field-pieces went
with the expedition. Above all, with them went the unconquer-
able spirit of their leader. He had expected the co-operation of


certain troops. Some had failed him; others might fail. With
the will of one not easily to be subdued he wrote this note to an
officer: "I am determined, as the night is favorable, to cross the
river and make the attack on Trenton in the morning."
The short winter day was coming to a close as the little army
huddled on the bleak banks of the Delaware. Its strong current
was rapidly rushing by, sweeping along the drifting fragments of
ice that would surely hinder the passage of the Yankee boats.


"Who will lead us on ?" asked Washington, facing the float-
ing, threatening ice.
Tars from old Marblehead, in Massachusetts, promptly
stepped out as volunteers.
The boats were launched. The moon was at the full, and in
its pallid light boat load after boat load was rowed across the
wintry waters, the muscular arms of the oarsmen sweeping aside
the drifting, blocking ice in the stream. By three, on the morn-
ing of the 26th, the artillery as well as the soldiers had all been


ferried across, and were massed on the Jersey side. How cold it
was!-the wind driving furiously from the north-east. It brought
in its train a heavy storm of hail and sleet, and there was Trenton
nine miles away! It was an awful night; but patriots were out,
though their feet might be out also and bleeding. "Victory or
death" was their watch-word, and they stubbornly pressed on.
Trenton nine miles away! What a Christmas party!
For one and a half miles the road toiled up a high hill, swept by
the batteries of the storm. The stubborn patriots, though, gripped
their old muskets, firmly set their teeth, and marched on. If they
reached Trenton, they could boast of a Christmas tramp of fifteen
miles. If! Behind the loyal columns, though, was the iron
will of the great commander ever pressing forward, and on they
went. At Birmingham Washington's force was divided. Wash-
ington kept along the Pennington Road seen
in the map. Sullivan, one of Washington's .0
general officers, pushed along near the river
which is sketched. This draft also gives
McConkey's ferry, where the army crossed
the Delaware, and beyond the ferry came
the division of the troops. The plan was to
enter the town from opposite quarters. Sul.
livan sent word to Washington that the arms
of his soldiers were wet. "Then tell your OF TEN ND
general," responded Washington to Sullivan's PRINOETON, 1776-71.
aid, "to use the bayonet, and penetrate into the town, for the
town must be taken, and I am resolved to take it."
"I am resolved!"
A good flag to throw out and march by in all noble efforts;
"I am resolved!"
At last they came to the posts of the Hessians; the day had
come also. No Christmas surprise party, though, was looked for.


No suspicion of the approach of an enemy had been aroused
among the Hessians. That wild Christmas storm was good
enough protection for the Hessian camp. Rahl had been merry
at his Christmas carousals until a late hour. He was enjoying the
comfortable warmth of his easy bed, while the patriots on the
march buttoned close under the chin their ragged old coats and

kept their feet warm by tramping at a lively rate over the wintry
road. Rahl was not looking for any surprise party from beyond
the Delaware.
Suddenly Washington, at his end of the plan of assault,
struck the enemy's picket-line, on the Pennington Road. -Brave
Stark, of New Hampshire, headed Sullivan's columns in the as-
sault by the river. Stark's men gave three ringing cheers in the


frosty winter air, leveled their old bayonets, and drove before
them the bewildered enemy like a flock of frightened sheep.
Washington was soon charging through the streets of the
town. The sleepy rioter, Rabl, was. finally aroused, and, climbing
into the saddle, attempted to form some of his men into line. So
rapid, resolute, persistent was the advance of the Americans, that
the Hessians could make no effectual resistance. Some of them
escaped, but about a thousand were captured. Twelve hundred
small arms went with them, also six brass field-pieces.
Washington's Christmas surprise party was a success. Rahl
himself could but allow it. The moral effect of Washington's
Christmassing was marvelous. The Americans deeply, jubilantly
felt it. But the Lord of hosts heard the cries of the distressed,
and sent an angel for their deliverance," declared the Praeses of
the Pennsylvania German Lutherans. On the other hand, En-
gland was any thing but happy. The face of the British lion
was very long and very somber. "All. our hopes were blasted by
the unhappy affair at Trenton," affirmed Lord George Germain,
and he was right.
There was a sequel to Washington's Christmas episode, and
the little battle-map already used will show it. January 2, the
British commander, Cornwallis, advanced from Princeton to pun-
ish Washington for his insolent, untimely antics. Washington,
brave and plucky, was at Trenton. He knew he was inferior to
the British, and he resorted to strategy. He kept his camp-fires
burning at night, stole quietly away, and pounced down upon
those of the British lingering at Princeton. The low thunder of
the American cannon thirteen miles away told Cornwallis what
was going on. He rushed off, but it was too late. Washington
had gained a victory and had gone. He showed great courage.
As he rallied his wavering men in the battle hour, he rode within
ninety feet of the British line, and there halted stubbornly. He


was between the fire of his men and that of the enemy. God
shielded him even as in Braddock's defeat, when peril was so
sharp and threatening.
God spared the man who said, "I am resolved." The light
of his glowing deeds at Trenton and Princeton will go shining far
down into history.



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Log Folr.
N the slopes of a famous old hill in
Charlestown, Mass., was born one April
day in 1791 the baby who was destined
to grow big enough and smart enough
to string the telegraph wires across the
country and make them talk. This
baby was Samuel Finley Breese Morse.
Growing up to youth he entered Yale
College at the age of fourteen. When he faced the world, and
the world asked him what he could and would do, it was not as
an electrician that he proposed to serve the world, but as a painter.
He became the pupil of Washington Allston, a famous Amer-
ican artist. Morse won a good degree of success as a student and
then as a master in his profession. He established the National
Academy of Design and was its first president. When in college
he had manifested some interest in electrical researches, and in
1821 that interest was re-awakened. Still he was a painter, and
went to Europe to sit at the feet of the old masters and learn of
them wonderful lessons in color, form, and subjects. Returning
from these studies in 1832, he made an eventful remark in a
chance conversation. He was talking with other passengers of
the packet-ship &SlyI aboutrr the electro-magnet. He made this
remark: If the presence of electricity can be made visible in any
part of the circuit, I see no reason why intelligence may not be
transmitted by electricity."


That doubtless was not regarded at the time as a wonderful
idea. Nobody thought a diamond during the conversation had
been taken out by Mr. Morse and held up to sparkle and to be
admired. The diamond, though, was there. Its possessor was not
conscious of its worth. He did not realize that something had
been said which would grow and grow, stretching at last into the
long wires belting the country. Morse knew that if a current of
electricity along a wire should be interrupted, a spark would
appear. If the spark should "represent a part of speech, either a
letter or a number; the absence of the spark, another part; and
the duration of its absence, or of the sjark itself, a third," it.
seemed to him that an alphabet could be secured and words
represented. In this reasoning were coiled up the humming
wires by the railroad track. If they could only be uncoiled
actually, fancies become facts, and invisible thought harden into
wires! In a few days Morse made a rough draft of the apparatus
he deemed to be needful, and showed it to his fellow-passengers.
All this was interesting, and proved that the painter returning
from Europe had ideas broader than, his profession. Would any
thing else be the result ?
All this discussion of what was possible if a spark virtually
could be made to speak was not forgotten. For twelve years
Morse was at work on this seed-thought-cultivating it, bringing it
into shape, aiming at some riper development of it, and striving
to get it before the public. When the government refused to
give him a chance to paint in the rotunda of the Capitol at Wash-
ington one of the historical pictures planned for it, that seemed to
ruin his interest as an artist. He said good-bye to his paint-pots.
Doubtless he thought government at the time was any thing but
paternal, and its refusal came like a storm blast; but Providence
stands at the hard, windy corners of life and guides us into a
better path if we only are willing to take it. Government might


have stationed him before a rotunda panel and,told him to fill it.
In that case Morse might have packed away in an old garret his
wires and the world waited long for its telegraph. As it was, the
paint-pots received the good-bye, and Morse bent over his beloved
but bewildering problems in electricity. When- an inventor start-
ing out in life sticks to his inventive purpose, he may take Poverty
for his bride, his very Perseverance marrying them. To invent
may always mean to be poor. Morse is said to have been much


:straitened in his circumstances. It was not until 1836 that he
brought any thing to such completion that he could say "the
thing would go." At last-O,how long may be the inventor's
Sat last!"-on the 2d of September, 1837, Morse showed his
invention to a few friends at a room in the University building,
New York. He used a circuit of seventeen hundred feet of
copper wire. What. curious eyes must have watched him!


What curious ears listened! But-look, listen! The spark
speaks Yes, the talking wire was a fact; and the world went
round a big corner in its history. This successful experiment
secured friends for Morse. The end was not yet. There must be
money secured for the complete success of the invention. Trying
it in a room was not like trying it out-doors, over a long stretch
of country. Like a poor beggar taking off his hat and extending
it for assistance, he went about, and so came to Boston. One who
saw him in the latter city said that Morse was "poor, very poor,
and presented a rather seedy appearance upon the street."
People to whom he held out the hat often regarded him as
a species of monomaniac. The insane man, however, had a chance
to try his invention. Wires were strung between two buildings,
and a message was sent from one to the other. The experiment
was a success. There could have been no possibility of any
deceit, inasmuch as a disinterested committee watched every
thing. One paper, though, had a biting article, in which the
writer pronounced the whole thing a trick, saying it was a sus-
picious fact that "the operators were members of Mr. Morse's
family!" This paper then was Boston's most flourishing daily,
the Atlas. However, the seedy fanatic persevered. .Friends
recognized his merit. Congress finally appropriated -money f6r an
experimental telegraph line from Baltimore to Washington, and
it was used for the first time the 24th of May, 1844. It talked
satisfactorily. Ultimately the wire was stretched to Boston, and
within two or three years of the time that some Boston journalists
had been virtually crying humbug they were reading congressional
news forwarded by Morse's telegraph. That poor, seedy lunatic
could have been met one day, his breast literally covered with
medals and crosses given to him by princes, potentates, and asso-
ciations" recognizing his great merit.
Since Morse's day what progress has been made Out of


his invention has grown the telephone, which is literally a talking
by wire. And who can say what the next step may be ? However,
if we have a good idea, Morse's life teaches us to stick to it.
Remember, though, final success is not an accident. It waits
upon hard work. Its wages for a long while may be ridicule,
opposition, and even persecution. Wait, though !



". Y'.1 L% Five
ST Newton, Mass., I once saw
the remnants of an old oak
.; 1. 1 \lying prostrate on the ground.
The lightning had made a tar-
Sget of its trunk. The ax fin-
ished what the lightning had
spared. Tradition ran that
A PAGE FROM TE DAKOTA CALEA. under that tree John Eliot
had preached the Gospel of our Lord Jesus Christ to the Indians.
Eliot was pastor of the Church of Christ in Roxbury, Mass.
He thought of the Indians with interest. They have always been
regarded with interest. The kind of interest has made all the
difference in the world in the treatment they have received.
Some have looked upon them with simple curiosity, and hence
with entire indifference to their welfare or their woe. They have
next been regarded with suspicion and aversion. Their lands
have been stolen. They have been cheated in trade. They have
been poisoned with fire-water. What wonder if there have been
Indian incendiaries, Indian robbers, Indian assailants of emigrants'
teams and settlers' homes ?
But there have been those who, meeting the Indians, have
looked at them from an entirely different stand-point, that of
alliance with them-as creatures of the same human kind, beings
of one blood with other men, children of the same father.
These have bought, not stolen, the red man's land. They have



taken just balances into all transactions of trade. They have
appealed to the noblest sentiments in Indian character. They have
gone farther, even as missionaries of the cross, and, recognizing a
common human-need, common human aspirations, have presented
Jesus Christ as a common, present, all-sufficient Saviour.
Of this latter class was John Eliot. His heart went out to
the Indians. He resolved to carry the cross among them and exalt
the Saviour who hung upon it. He was not young when he
formed this resolution, being about forty-two years old; he had,
though, the enthusiasm of youth, if not its years. He did not need
to go far from home to find ample mission-grounds. New England
had an abundance of Indians. The white man and the red man
were often meeting. Governor Winthrop's interview with the
Indian Sagamore, told
S, in history, was a rep-
resentative act. The
paths of the two races
often crossed. There
were bad Indians like
King Philip. There
were Indians who were
like brothers, while
alas, there were Indians
the sight even of whose
tomahawks would scare
a white man's village
into a panic. John Eliot
was an apostle of peace,
and went to all, whether
A' friendly or unfriendly.
V -But where should he
A NORTH AMERICAN INDIAN. begin his.great mission?


It was an autumn day in 1646 when he left his home, traversed
the open fields, threaded the lonely forests, and sought the valley
,of the Charles River. This was a famous Indian camping-ground.
The river was a high-
way for their light,
S: I "1 swift canoes, while in'
/// its clear shining stream
Swarmed an abundance
of fish, the Indian's
a coveted food. On the
south side of the river,
that nearer his home,
b not far from the "Wa-
t tertown mill," he met
his first congregation of
Indians, and told the
simple- story of the
cross.. He met with
wonderful success. The
-red man listened to him.
He was very happy in
2his efforts with chil-
_. _F__ Edren. I find this record
SHIPOAR. old-time 'book, Gook-
in's Historical Collections of the Indians in New _England:. "His
manner was, after he had begun the meeting with prayer, then
first to catechise the children, and they would readily answer well
for the generality. Then would he encourage them with some
small gift, as an apple or a small biscuit, which he caused to be
bought for that purpose. And by this .prudence and winning
practice, the children were induced with delight to get into their



memories the principles of the Christian religion.'" John Eliot
plainly understood how to reach child-nature, and the nature
behind the red-skin of the seventeenth century was very much
like that behind the white-skin of the nineteenth. In his Indian
labors he traveled extensively, and it was not always comfortable
traveling. He said in one place, I have not been dry night or
day from the third day of the week unto the sixth, but so traveled,
and at night I pull off my boots and wring my stockings, and on with
them again and so con-
tinue; but God steps
in and helps." Eliot -".
organized churches i i
among his dusky fol- i
lowers, who were called IF
"praying Indians."?'
Twenty-four he sent
out as heralds of the
He did not find all
Indians susceptible to
his ministrations. Some
of the chiefs scowled,
and there were "medi-
cine men" who had
ugly words to mutter.
But Eliot was fearless;
"I am about the work
he is with me, so that CHILDREN.
I neither fear you nor all the sachems in the country. I will go
on. Do you touch me if you dare!"
Eliot could do nothing with that stern savage, King Philip.


Eliot wanted to address an Indian congregation in the chieftain's
Seizing a button on Eliot's coat, Philip exclaimed, I care
no more for the Gospel than for that button."
This tireless Indian apostle, John Eliot, went to work to
organize an Indian literature in connection with his mission.
Of all efforts in this direction Eliot's greatest was his
famous Indian Bible. This was printed at Cambridge, the first
Bible published in America and the first ever published for the
heathen anywhere. Scattered copies to-day are cherished as a


rare literary curiosity. It has one word containing over thirty
letters. To pronounce it is like traveling among the mountains.
by a very much up and down road.
We must remember that Eliot, the missionary in the woods.
of New England, was at home the pastor of a Roxbury church.
He must have been a very busy man. He was certainly a very
lovable man. He showed large generosity; he could not keep.
money long for this reason. Knowing this fact, it is said his
parish treasurer when paying him a yearly salary tied it up in a
handkerchief, putting in as many knots as possible. Eliot found a
sick woman on his way home. He fumbled over his knotty heap.


of money. The treasurer's knots bothered him, but not long. Here,
take it!" he cried; "I believe the Lord designs it all for you."
Eliot to the last kept up his interest in his great Indian
flock. The day of his death came. He was eighty-six years old.
It is said he was found teaching the alphabet to an Indian child at
his bedside. Eliot's character shines with a heavenly luster. In
him earth was a bright anticipation of heaven. His achieve-
ments light up a perplexing problem-how to treat the Indian.
Are they not still in the land? His enthusiasm also may well
kindle our hearts into a glow, inflaming us with a missionary spirit
toward the spiritually darkened around our own doors.



Log Six,


AIL with me across an ocean of years
and an ocean of water. We are
going to visit one of the oldest
,'. countries of the world-a country
S that, through the Hebrews, the
.Y '' i Romans, the Greeks, has reached
S us and influenced us in many
ways, I mean Egypt.
,_ It would seem as if
from the Nile a stream
S had been patiently pour-
ing all these centuries
S- through Judea, Greece,
SRome, flowing down to
us, and thus affecting our
ideas in religion, litera-
Sture, science, and govern-
Rl R J ~ ment. I have said it was
an old land. It witnessed
S the slavery, enfranchisement,
triumph, and grandeur of
SJoseph. Moses saw its
shadowy temples, with their
imposing gate-ways and long avenues,
but turned from them to find and wor-




ship the one true God. After many centuries, when Christ had
come, the worship of the one God obtained great power in the
land of the pyramids. In the valley of the Nile were many that
cherished a faith in Jesus. In the Christian world the influence of
Egypt was very marked. In Alexandria, as well as Jerusalem,
long burned a light fed by the faith and activity of many noble
lives looking to Christ as their Lord.

The long, long years went by. There were many changes
in the East. Out of Arabia there came a great and growing
wave of interest in the teaching of Mohammed, a cruel wave, with
crest of blood surging through western Asia and northern Africa,
and it quenched in many places the light of Christian truth
hitherto surviving. Mohammedanism ruled. In many places was
now heard the muezzin's cry. At last came the crusades.
Europe was on fire with the purpose to rescue the Holy Land
from the bloody clutch of the Moslems. Vast armies went tramp-
ing toward the East.


Richard the First of England, surnamed Cceur de Lion, or Lion-
hearted, was a famous crusader of the twelfth century. In the
thirteenth there went from France an old-time saint on a crusade.
He was a king. Kings generally have not been saints. It is
dangerous to invest one with the old powers of kingship, to bend



the wills of millions to what may be the caprice and cruelty, as
well as the wisdom, of a single man. There have, though, been
kings who have bowed their own wills to righteous law. Such
subjection is true royalty. The good governor is he who is him-
self well governed. Self-control is a sign of kingship. We all




may give proof of royal blood, though our pedigree, when traced
back, may take us to a humble coal-heaver.
He who gave proof of true kingship, whom men called saint,
was Louis the Ninth df France, born in the year 1215. It is said
of him that as a boy he was remarkable for his fine features, his
fair and delicate complexion, and his abundant blonde hair." As
he grew up he developed many noble traits, was very reverent
and devout, and to advance the higher interests of his people was
his constant aim. Louis had long been desirous to engage in a
crusade to the Holy Land. He was attacked by- a sickness
threatening to be fatal and to nip forever such wishes in the bud.
Like the summer heat that expands the bud into a flower, it was
this very sickness which ultimately gave the needed stimulus and
brought to blossoming his budding hopes. When still very ill
he demanded that he should receive the cross and take the vow
of a crusader. Those about his bed doubtless thought it would
do no harm, and his consecration was made. When he recovered,
though, he was told that his mind was weak at the time of his
consecration. Duty to his country would release him from'the
vow. The very bishop who gave him the cross told him he was
not bound by his obligation. How they all labored with this
stubborn and mistaken convalescent! At last he yielded.
"You say," cried Louis, "that the weak state of my mind
was the reason of my cross. Well, then, in that case I do as you
wish, and give it back willingly into your hands."
Intense was the applause of those who heard him. Every
body was delighted.
In the midst of this rejoicing a sober voice was heard. It
was the voice of the king again: My friends, of a verity I am
now deprived of neither my sense nor my reason. I am no longer
sick. I am perfectly self-possessed. And I demand now to have
my cross back again; for He above, who knows all things, is


witness that nothing which can be eaten shall pass my lips until
I have the cross again on my shoulder."
"It is the finger of God!" said those present. The cross
descended toward his shoulder and nobody tried to keep it


All things at last were ready, and the king went to Egypt
with an army. That might seem strange, but Egypt was really
the front-door to Jerusalem. Of this city and all its sacred associa-
tions the Sultan of Egypt was now master. To recover Jerusalem
Louis felt that it was wisdom to attack Egypt. The king was
now in that country watered by the gently flowing Nile, the old
home of Joseph and Moses, of Christian martyr and confessor.



Louis gained a victory, but it was a bloody, costly triumph. It
could not be afforded a second time any more than a defeat.
Finally the deadly breath of pestilence was felt in the French
camp. Men sickened and died before it. The king was untiring
in his efforts for his soldiers. It is recorded that his cheerful-

- p. -


ness and suavity were so great that sick men about to expire
asked as a last hope and resource to be able to see the countenance.
of the king." After pestilence stalked the evil angel Famine.
The French, when they started from Damietta, in Egypt, counted


thirty thousand. The army shrank away to six thousand. A
retreat was necessary. Louis refused to flee and was taken
prisoner. The sultan's officers could not understand the king's
self-control and composure. "You are our prisoner and our
slave, and yet you behave exactly as if you had us in irons," they
told him.
He was finally set at liberty, but he would not leave the
East until he had effected the release of many of his fellow-
captives. He went home to give his country the blessings of his
wise administration of power, only, though, to go finally on
another crusade.
Fifteen years of prosperity for France stretched between the
two crusades. This lapse of time was like an expanse of sunny,
peaceful atmosphere between
__, two tracts of storm. The
= i .' former sultan in Egypt who
ll had opposed Louis had been
/ assassinated, and his assassina-
tor became monarch of the
1', East. He was the most
'''' vicious foe the Christians yet
Shad met. He was like a mad
dog, continually and cruelly
biting. He conquered Cesarea,
Jaffa, Antioch, and, among
other manifestations of his
rabies, laid waste the sur-
roundings of that old city,
Tyre. The loss of Antioch, conquered by the first crusaders, was
especially grievous.
Saint Louis and all Europe were profoundly stirred. The
king was not a coward by any means. Years before, when the


fear of the Tartars made France and other lands shiver, the queen-
mother said to Louis, What shall we do ? The march of the
Tartars announces our ruin and that of the Church." "My
mother," said Louis, "if they come here, either we will send them
back to Tartarus or they will send us to heaven."
This same king was afraid of neither Tartar nor Moham-
medan. Louis, bound for Palestine, thought it best to go to Tunis
first. The Sultan of Tunis perfidiously professed a willingness to
embrace the Christian religion did not the fear of Egypt prevent.
Louis did not believe in the sword alone. He wanted to convert
every body to the religion of Jesus,
and this seemed a magnificent oppor-
tunity. Louis and his soldiers went to
Tunis, and Louis went also to his
death-bed. He was soon smitten down
by fever and died, saying in substance
these words, whose utterance has been
a gate-way by which -.many s6uls have
gone into paradise: "Father, into thy
hands I commend my spirit." "An
old-time saint," says some one of my
readers, "and the SEAL OF CRSADING KNIGHTS. hero also of a mis-
take. A big army is not the way to subdue the unbelieving East
and so regain Jerusalem. There is a wiser way."
Yes, a wiser way. To conquer hate there must ever be a
mission of love. The sword of the Spirit must win Jerusalem
and the Holy Land for us. That is true, and yet each generation
must be judged by its own light. The hero of a mistake was
only a dweller in his century. He showed rare self-denial,
gentleness, and courage in his day. The stimulus of these will be
felt. By the light of the old saint's motive men will be guided ;
they will overlook his mistake of method.


Log SeVeIt


g NE who looks upon the fair features,
lustrous eyes, long, waving locks
of the youthful Penn, would not
imagine that he was contemplating
the resolute will that laid on distant
shores the foundations of a princely
commonwealth. He came into this
life October 14, 1644. He was
not born a Quaker, but became one
in student days, learning then to
favor "thee" and "thou." As a disciple of peace, in those younger
days, he showed that he could be pugnacious for his principles.
He, with other young Quakers, attacked several fellow-students
who wore the customary student-surplice, and regarding it as
papistical the youthful zealots ripped this garment of Rome from
the backs of the wearers.
However, as the years went on, Penn's enthusiasm lost its
violence. It did not part with its firmness. His father was an
English admiral, and the parent's fervid temperament explained
the source of the son's. The two quarreled because the son as a
Quaker would not take off his hat to the admiral, much less to
the Duke of York, and as for the king, William's "conscience"
declared he would keep his hat on before His Majesty himself.
Penn was at last nearing middle life, and the year was
1681. He had now developed a very important plan. England


had unwisely persecuted Quakerism, just as every thing else at
variance with the dominant religious thought was pushed to the
wall. The sun of religious toleration had not risen yet upon
-England, though there were dawn-streaks in the sky. William
Penn sought such liberty on the other side of the Atlantic.


I will found a free colony for all mankind," was his noble
purpose. He obtained a grant of American soil from royalty.
His new possessions were green and picturesque with forests. On
that account he wanted to call it Sylvania, If it had been left to
him, the new State would have had no other name. Charles II.,
in a spirit of much:good nature, would have the Quaker prefix his
name. I can see that he did not want the name to go bare-
headed, but, Quaker-like, be covered. He insisted that the cover


should be the Quaker's name, Penn. He carried his point. The-
new colony was titled Pennsylvania.
When Penn framed his government, if he felt a certain
temptation -he did not yield to it. In championing the cause of
the Quakers he had nigh spent all his patrimony. He might, as'
governor, have kept for himself special
privileges and emoluments. He was nobly
consistent. He promptly brushed aside.
all such temptations. He submitted to,
his colony a very liberal constitution. It:
was not a Hobson's choice." He allowed
them to vote on it, accepting or refusing.
If he showed wisdom in devising, they
CHARLES Ir. showed wisdom in accepting.
He began his work in America as the founder of a free,
tolerant, peace-loving, generous republic. In the same spirit he
met the Indians, both personally and through his representatives..
One winter interview especially has.been made memorable.
The old elm under which Penn stood had been stripped of its-
foliage by the autumn winds. He and his fellow-Quakers were-
as destitute of weapons as the trees of leaves. Around him sat
the chieftains of various Indian tribes. Not a savage had
brought tomahawk or bow. It was a council of peace convened
in the interests of peace. "A cardinal principle with Penn had
been the purchase, not the theft, of land from the Indians. This-
meeting, though, was not for trade. It was only to assure the
Indians of the sincerity of his interest in their welfare.
We have his own words. No setting of gold blazoned with
diamonds would be a fitting frame-work for them:
"My friends, we have met on the broad platform of good
faith. We are all one flesh and blood. Being brethren, no-
advantage shall be taken on either side.. When disputes arise,



we will settle them in council. Between us there should be
nothing but openness and love."
The answer of the Indian chiefs was as poetic as it was brief
and emphatic: While the rivers run and the sun shines, we will
live in peace with the children of William Penn."
No one had brought pen or paper. The Indian did not
make even his mark. The treaty stood because it was conceived
in honesty and administered in faithfulness. For over seventy
years, while the Quakers ruled Pennsylvania, there could have
been found on the banks of the Delaware a section of the millen-
nium in this particular, that Indian and Quaker lived as brethren.
Penn's town was located on a beautiful spot, shaded by chest-
nut and other forest trees, embraced between the Schuylkill and
the Delaware. In naming it he left the Latin and went to the
Greek. He called it Philadelphia, "Brotherly love."
Penn remained with his new colony two years, wisely, gener-
ously ruling. The colony threw wide open its doors, receiving all
of every faith, giving broad house-room to all who came.
Penn returned to England, remaining there, excepting one
brief visit to his colony, until his call came to the new and heav-
enly country in 1718.
Penn's influence has gone on like the beautiful Delaware.
The river widens into the bay, and that into the ocean. So his
humane principles will be diffused, widening like river and bay,
till there shall be a brotherhood broad as humanity.



Lo BEight.

u e,'ll / i i {IHAT wide, dreary waste
SO f of water which we know
e /dl as the Arctic Ocean has
Soften been visited, though no
one has penetrated so far as
"- to sail directly under the
S north star. The most fre-
Squent Arctic visitors have
been the whalemen. Whale-
oil was once extensively used for illuminating purposes. I can
remember the days of my boyhood when whale-oil was consid-
ered the proper thing by which to work at night. A candle was
old-fashioned by the side of such an oil-lamp. "Gas had not
then come to town, but was on its way. The electric light "-
well, there had been such a thing known, but only the most
daring inventors dreamed it could be used for every-night illumi-
nating purposes. An oil-lamp, with its greasy, sometimes smoky,
wick, was the popular lighting method.
The whale fisheries of America have very much dwindled
in importance.
The Arctic seas are yet the hunting-grounds of whalemen,
but they go not in the old crowds. Methods may vary. The
harpoon may be shot from a gun and not driven by hand, but
there are the same general features of the fisheries. When a
whale may have been discovered, there is the old exciting cry



from the mast-head, "There she blows!" There is the same
swift, impassioned chase. There is the same perilous attack upon
the huge creature that, infuriated by the smart of the barbed
iron hurled into its sensitive blubber, plunges down into the cold,
dark depths of the sea. And then may come the old disaster-a
sudden rush upward of the maddened monster, hurling the boat
-out of water, and hurling its crew into a sudden bath of the
.coldest kind.

The northern seas have been repeatedly, visited for other and
higher reasons. They have been searched by vessels that hoped to
find somewhere that mysterious gate-way of a north-west passage by
which navigators could easily and triumphantly slip round to Asia.
The Arctic world has been questioned also for scientific infor-
mation. It has been invaded by would-be explorers. How many
have aimed to plant their country's flag on the summit of the
north pole and claim that frosty tip of the world's axle for father-
land That frozen tip financially may not be worth a penny, but
the honor! No one, though, has .reached that goal, and at the
present time the prospect of such achievement is slender as that
of a balloon voyage to the moon.
Then there have been other visitors to Arctic waters in the
sole interest of humanity: either to hunt for those who have been
lost in that dreary world, or to find some trace of their wanderings
-some record in a lonely cairn, or some relic among the natives. If
only a whisper of the fate of those missing souls can be brought
back to anxious friends it gives a little relief to the heart's unrest.
Sir John Franklin, of England, was such a lost explorer. Upon
him, his men, his ships, fell a curtain of dark mystery, and it
refused to rise. Various relief expeditions tried to lift that cur-
tain. It was McClintock, who went from England in 1857, that
found articles belonging to Franklin's ship, and in a cairn dis-
covered a record of the expedition of Franklin.up to April 25, 1848,
detailing Franklin's death -and the loss of his ships. After this
information there was a sharpened desire to know more. In 1878
an expedition went off for this purpose from the United States.
It consisted of Lieutenant Schwatka, of the United States Navy,
Colonel W. H. Gilder, and others. The ground to be searched
was the west coast of King William Island. The time proposed
was summer, when snow is off the ground. The expedition left
New York June 19, 1878, in the Eothen.


Breasting the northern seas the first iceberg was saluted
July 11. It had its many successors. One is described as "like a'
huge circus-tent, with an adjoining side-show booth," a second as "a
cottage by the sea," a third as "a perfect counterpart of Newstead
Abbey," the ivy apparently creeping over its sides. Before mid-
night nearly seventy had been seen at different hours. These
bergs were only skirmishers -of the great northern army of Frost
and Cold, holding up in the sunlight shields of silver and spears


of crystal, ready to charge upon and drive off any intruders.
These invaders, however, kept on, finally reaching Whale Point at.
the entrance of Rowe's Welcome, an arm of Hudson's Bay, and
in the north-western corner of that cold sheet of water.
In this neighborhood the winter was spent. When the
spring light sharpened, the party started off on their long over-
land journey. The day was April 1, 1879. It was to be a long


:sledge journey, covering three thousand two hundred and fifty
miles, and stretching across a period of eleven months. The party
may have started off cracking their April-fool jokes. They would
have been less merry could they have realized the hardships that
would be crowded between the start and the end of the journey.


In addition to the foreign portion of the expedition, its brains,
-there were thirteen natives, more body than brain, but not to be
despised. The drawing-power was that of dogs, forty-two in
number, and on the sleds were borne loads of about five thousand


pounds. The walrus meat, to be fed out to the men and dogs,
would daily diminish these loads. The supply would last hardly
beyond a month. It was supposed that the game to be hunted
would keep the larder full.
Now, dog-sledging may be made quite attractive. The snow
may be falling, but that may only drape with an artistic white
veil each bough of emerald pine-if the country grow any. The
wind may whistle, but it cannot penetrate the thick, warm furs
of the travelers. Away, canines! Off, drivers! Through the
sharp, whistling wind and falling snow speed away, and safely
bring home the merry, laughing party!
That is one picture. We do not by any means conceive it to
have been the picture that Schwatka, Gilder, and their compan-
ions figured in. The sledges could not be used after a few
months, the ice had so broken up and the snow melted. The loads
went from the tops of the sledges to the backs of the men or the
dogs. The time did come when sledding could be resumed, but
what an atmosphere of cold they struck The homeward travel
in December, January, and February was through an awful refrig-
erator. One day the thermometer registered a hundred and one
degrees below the freezing-point! The natives called the winter
unusually severe. It is a wonder there was any native left in
that nightmare land to tell his experience. Snow-storms often
stopped the party. One of these Arctic blockades lasted thir-
teen days.
At last, one March midnight, there appeared to the watch
on board a whaler a party of tired travelers. The vessel's
name was a pudding of genders, George fMary, but it did not
trouble the returned explorers. It was the longest sledge journey
ever made, and the only one that ever stretched through the entire
length of an Arctic winter. The desired knowledge of Sir John
Franklin's expedition was not obtained, though some graves were


visited and the bones of a member of that expedition were sent
home, accompanied by a valued medal that was found. This long
sledge-trip stands out in brilliant light for its admirable motive,
and is conspicuous, too, for its daring and endurance.
When we hesitate before difficult duties and wonder on what
resources we can draw, let us not forget those who have faced,
endured, and conquered northern cold, and have bravely, cheer-
fully, triumphantly traveled the terrible northern wastes of ice and
snow. Add to our resources those that are divine, and what in
the sphere of duty may we not attempt !

- AN- -HOME.



Log Nit ,


HEN Mary, the daughter of Henry.
the Eighth of England, boldly as-
serted her disputed right to be sover-
eign and in queenly state rode into London,.
her plucky act. was roundly applauded.
There were knights in armor to keep her
Company. There were flags to wave their
= EIGHTH,. silent salutation. There were crowds of
people to witness it all. Hats were waved. Huzzahs were
shouted. The children had their share in the merry hour.
Doubtless the dogs barked and the horses stepped more proudly,
though no one of them knew what the barking and prancing
might be for. It looked like an innocent, joyous occasion.
But--into London-town a woman with an iron hand rode on
horseback that day. It was a hand quickly to be stained with
blood. Mary favored.the Church of Rome, and she purposed
to get England's neck under the foot of the pope if it were
a possible thing. But Protestantism was every-where. It was
among the people and among the nobles;-among the farmers-
plowing their loamy fields and the fishermen in their lonely
boats; among the sailors bringing the tea to London port and
among the traders selling it in London shops. It came like a.
warm, sunny wind of spring after days of cold and seclusion, let-
ting the people out of doors into the beauty of earth and sky.
They enjoyed this new liberty. They saw the Bible going from


Ji EE man to man. They
heard services at
church in the English
tongue, and listened
with enthusiasm and
All delight. The simple
n way of penitence and
faith was emphasized,
Sand it sounded more
generous and benign,
and seemed more like
God's way than the
old one of penances
and penalties. Yes, the
new way was more
popular, and more
people walked in it.
Mary said, virtually, I
will shut up this way
and stop the traveling."
It was something be-
QUEEN MARY'S ENTRY INTO LONDON. sides a way i whic
sides a way in which
people walked. It was a spring wind blowing. Could she shut
up that freely-blowing wind ?
At the head of Mary's council was Bishop Gardiner, of Win-
chester, and he and his fellows hurried up stake and fagot with
which to burn out Prdtestantism.
One of the early. bundles of fuel for those awful fires was
Rowland Taylor, the vicar of Hadleigh. He was arrested in
London. He was condemned to die in his own parish at Had-
leigh. It is told of him how cheerful he was, and that when within
two miles of Hadleigh he asked that he might get down from his


horse, and showed such merriment that the sheriff asked, Why,
Master Doctor, how do you now ? "Well, God be praised,
Master Sheriff, never better; for now I know I am almost
.at home. I lack not past two stiles to go over, and I am even
.at my Father's house !" Almost home What a home-going it
would be !
He saw the great crowd gathered. He saw the many faces.
What eyes, all turned toward him, Hadleigh's vicar! He asked,
"What place is this, and what meaneth it that so much people are
.gathered together?" "It is Oldham Common," they told him,
"the place where you
must suffer, and the
people are come to look ,11
upon you." Then he h$
replied, "Thanked be '
God! I am even at ,
-home." The people's
tears were running
down their cheeks
when they saw the -
-old pastor with his I
wrinkled face and
venerable beard. They
-cried, "God save thee, 1 a
good Dr. Taylor God
strengthen thee and
help thee The Holy
Ghost comfort thee !"
Their prayer was
heard. He went man-
fully to his stake and


he stood upright, his hands folded, his eyes set on the heavens,
and waited for his chariot of fire, which soon came.
Among others Bishops Hooper, Ridley, and Latimer were-
burned. Bishop Hooper was a man of earnest, self-denying spirit,
the people flocking to hear him. At one time he gave a free-
dinner in his hall to the poor every day, sitting down to eat it.
with them. That is more than some donors will do. The fact
that Mary was on the throne threatened that Hooper would'
come to the stake. It was even so, Hooper dying heroically.
The wood was green. The fire was slow. The torture was great,.
but the martyr did not flinch. Bishop Ridley went to glory with
Latimer, who was famous for his brave, pithy, impassioned
speech. Side by side they stood up to be burned. "Play the
man, Master Ridley," cried Latimer. "We shall this day light.
such a candle, by God's grace, in
aEngland as I trust shall never be-
put out." There were two who-
played the man that fiery day.
One old-fashioned picture
roughly represents the burning
of Rev. John Rogers, whose wife
and ten children were gathered in
a pitiful cluster before the.fire.
But the martyr most notable
JOHN ROGERS IN THE BURNING FAGOTS.-PROM on account of his official place
I AN OLD PRINT. was Archbishop Cranmer. He
had had a front position in the work of the Reformation. In
church services the archbishop's seat was highest. In church
councils his influence had been most potent. In a moment of
cowardice he had recanted; in another moment of noble triumph
he went again to the glorious position he had taken for the-


Among other things he said to the listening congregation in
the church of St. Mary, where they had taken him, fancying that
he might repeat his recantation, "And forasmuch as my hand
offended, in writing
contrary to my heart,
my hand, therefore,
shall be the first pun-
ished, for if I come to I
the fire it shall be the
first burned."
He came to the
fire. He did not waver.
"This was the
hand that wrote it," he
exclaimed. Therefore
it shall suffer first pun-
Would he keep
his word ?
It is said of him
that, "holding it stead-
ily in the flame, 'he
never stirred nor cried'
till life was gone."
I remember in the CHURCH SERVICES."
I remember in the
time of the civil war, when the army of the Union was retreating
toward Washington and when Lee's army was pursuing, I looked
off from the road at one point and saw a line. of cavalry ranged
across a field. They were on guard, ready to protect any interests
that might be imperiled by the enemy. I can see now that silent,
waiting, vigilant line on guard.
I look back into history. I see the onsets made against the


truth. I see the'vast interests that were in peril. But I see
something else also: those on guard; the brave old defenders, the
grand old sentinels God himself had posted. Among them were
those old English church-martyrs we have watched in this
chapter. There, too, were John Huss and all the brave host on
the Continent. Did they seem to any to be uselessly dying?
They stood as the shining row of sentinels set there for the
truth. We to-day are safer for their vigilance. We shall be truer
to God by reason of the example of their steadfastness.







I1sT Log Tei,

T was a cold October night shutting dowi
on the homes of Worcester, Mass. The
wind whirled the dead leaves of au-
Stumn around the street corners and piled
them up in the gutters-their life, their
mission gone. That night one walked the
streets who felt that he was as a letaf
whirled aimlessly along by gusts of pas-
sion. What wonder if, like a cast-off leaf,
he should finally lie in, the gutters of the
streets? He was a drunkard. He kuew
to his sorrow what it is that at the last
S biteth like a serpent and stingeth like an
adder. He was apparently a hopeless
Sdrunkard. Wandering on, he -was sud-
'1 denly touched on the shoulder.

K r speaking kindly, courteously-speaking up
to the level of the manhood of the person
he accosted.
"That is my name.",

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"You have been drinking to-day "
This was a plain thrust.
Our human nature does not care, generally, to submit to such
plainness, but the stranger's manner was kindly, although the
matter of his remark was unpleasant. The sword pricked, but a
gentle hand carried the sword.
Yes, sir, I have," was John B. Gough's reply.
"Why do you not sign the pledge ?" asked the stranger.
He received a reply, but it was frank and reckless, showing
that Gough had no hope of reformation or concern about it.
Many would have been discouraged by an answer that
repelled well-meant efforts, but Gough had met one of the per-
sistent kind of men. He asked Gough whether he would not
like to go back to a different life, one
that was honored and church-going,
l and of value to the community.
A drunkard's life; a drunkard's sur-
roundings! Compare the drinker
and the abstainer! Shiftlessness,
laziness, penury, slavery on one side;
on the other, freedom, thrift, honor.
/ Who would not care to rise
above the low level of the drunkard
and reach a life ennobled in its aims
and priceless in its results?
GOUGH AT THE BEGnING OF HIS CAREER. Gough could but reply that
such a change would be agreeable, but intimated that he did not
anticipate it.
"Only sign our pledge," said this new friend, "and I
will warrant that it shall be so. Sign it, and I will introduce
you myself to good friends who will feel an interest in your



In that strain he continued, emphasizing the counsel, Only
Gough's voice must have been a surprise to him, when he
said, Well, I will sign it."
The signing of the pledge, though, would not be that night;
but it should be done on the morrow.
Gough kept his word, and signed at a temperance meeting
those credentials of a bondman's
emancipation -the total absti-
nence pledge.
What a step!
The once bondman had a
mother in heaven. I can but
think that some good angel
winged its way from earth and
carried home the tidings that her
John had signed the pledge!
What a night followed this

There was peace in heaven for
the mother, but not for her son
upon the earth. His will had con-
sented to that pledge-signature,
but not his appetite. Such a burn-
ing thirst as he took with him
from his bed in the morning!
He was determined, though, to be
true to his promise. He strug-
gled hard, and was victorious.
He was destined later to know
temptation and a fall also, but he
promptly rose from the fall.

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What a change!
He had known all about "the workman's glass" into which
Tecklessly are poured out the most valued interests, wages, health,
self-respect, home, family.
He was to know something else after signing the pledge.
What a change his action was sure to make!
We cannot effect every thing. I think it was said by
Napoleon Bonaparte that he could make circumstances. Recall
the end of his life at St. Helena, where he "was'caged until he
fretted his life away." That lonely, surf-washed island, that hum-
ble, uninviting home behind the tall, sharp palings that suggested
.a prison-wall to keep back a convict, made indeed a cage for the
fallen emperor. What a pitiless comment, one
might say, it was on Napoleon's boast that he made
Circumstances! And yet how much truth there
was in it! He did not mean such circumstances
when he made his remark. He aimed at making
APOL BOXA the opposite, but by his course he brought upon
himself that end. Whoever could have anticipated that he would
go to St. Helena to prove his assertion ?
We do make our circumstances to a greater extent than we
:suppose. Our courageous facing of difficulties, our industry, our
-energy, our persistence, will make for us some worthy place in life.
Let us not forget it, but hold on to it and prove it. But it is in
-the spiritual life, so open to the divine blessing, having such large
:and accessible resources above it, that this thought has widest,
sublimest sweep-of application. Since Christ reigns, what are we
not encouraged to attempt and what may we not expect to
.achieve !
John B. Gough had now changed his course in life. He was
making fdr himself new circumstances. Into new surroundings he
-was throwing himself. What would he do with his opportunity ?


Soon he came into his life-work. The tones of his voice were
musical, and sympathetic: He had a ready utterance. He had
unusual dramatic powers. He left his old vocation as a book-
binder, and went among the drink-bound, knocking off their chains.
It is told in classic story how Laocoon, a priest of Troy,
vwas busy with preparations for a sacrifice to Neptune, not


far from the blue water, when two huge serpents were seen
swimming toward the land. Others fled in terror. Laoco6n with
his two sons remained at the altar. They were seized by the
gliding, writhing monsters. They made frantic resistance, strug-
gling in agony, but they strove in vain and were destroyed.

Gough saw the old story repeated in the ravages of intem-
perance; saw the noblest, the bravest, struggling with the old ser-
pent Drink. To cut away the tightening coils of the monster evil
-still better, to warn away from the threatening vice, to prevent;
slavery while liberating' from it, became Gough's noble mission,
He had rare success in America. Crossing the water, the same
oratory that successfully had met the ordeal of great audiences in
America proved triumphant in England. Now he would bear his
audience away in some magnificent apostrophe to temperance.
Then he would lead them in tears down to some pitiful scene of
drunkenness he was depicting. Again, they would be laughing
at some droll mimicry, or be aroused by him into a flaming in-
dignation at rum's despotism.
Gough was excellent at repartee.
He had his wits always by him, and the emergency would
have been great that found him unprepared. His critics found a.
gun in position, loaded and shotted, when they attacked him.
He has related his experience with a man who said to him,
"' I have a conscientious objection to teetotalism, and it is this:
our Saviour made wine at the marriage of Cana in Galilee.'
"' I know he did.'
"'He made it because they wanted it!' said the man.
'So the Bible tells us.'
"' He made it of water!'
S' Yes.'
"' Well, he performed a miracle to make that wine!'
"'Then he honored and sanctified wine by performing a mira-
cle to make it.. Therefore,' said he, 'I feel that if I should give
up the use of wine I should be guilty of ingratitude, and should
be reproaching my Master.'
"'"Sir,' said I, 'I can understand how you should feel so, but.


is there nothing else that you put by which our Saviour has
honored ?'
"'No, I do not know that there is.'
'Do you eat barley bread '
No,' and then he began to laugh.
'And why ?
"' Because I don't like it.'
"'Very well, sir,' I said. 'Our Saviour sanctified barley
bread just as much as
he ever did wine. le
fed five thousand peo-
ple with barley loaves
manufactured by a mir-
.acle. You put away
barley bread from the
low motive of not lik-
ing it. I ask you to =
put away wine from -
the higher motive of
bearing the infirmity of
your weaker brother,
and so fulfilling the
law of Christ.' I wish
to say that that man
signed a pledge three
days afterward."
Gough's last days
:still found him in the
harvest-field. He did
not own a rusty sickle.
'The end came at Phila-
delphia in the sixty- WATcH-TOWER OP ALXAWDRIA, EGYPT, THE "PHAROS."

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