roads around Galilee-all this would furnish endless talk in Nazareth, both among men and boys. Here, then, He grew up and suffered temptation, who was tempted in all points like as we are, yet without sin. The perfect example of His purity and patience was achieved-not easily as behind a wide fence which shut the world out -but amid rumor and scandal and every provocation to unlawful curiosity and premature ambition. A vision of all the kingdoms of the world was as possible from Nazareth as from the Mount of Temptation. The pressure and problems of the world outside God's people must have been felt by the youth of Nazareth as by few others; yet the scenes of prophetic missions to it-Elijah's and Elisha'swere also within sight. But the chief lesson which Nazareth has for us is the possibility of a pure home and a spotless youth in the very face of the evil world.

FORSAKEN FOR ME.

Ps. 22:1. Matt. 27:46.

BY REV. LUTHER REES, PARIS, TEXAS. My God! my God! the Saviour cried, Upon the cursed tree,

Why hast Thou Father, left my side, And thus forsaken me?

From Herod's hands-all blood defiled
With cruel butchery,

Who sought to kill me when a child,
Thou didst deliver me.

Thou, in the Garden's darkest hour,
When human help had gone,
Did'st rescue from the tempter's power
Thy well beloved Son.

Beneath the bigot's hate and frown,
The taunting, scourging vile.
"Neath purple robe and thorny crown,
I always caught Thy smile.

But here beneath this weight of woe-
All their iniquity-

A load of sin none else can know,
Thou art so far from me.

Must I the wine-press tread alone
In this the darkest hour?
Wilt Thou desert Thine only Son?
Wilt Thou withhold Thy power?

The utmost farthing I will pay,

And all Thy wrath receive, And every sin I'll bear away,

For those who but believe.

'Tis done! 'tis done! the debt is paid, The guilty are set free,

Full satisfaction has been made.
And now Thy face I see.

I LOVE TO SING OF HEAVEN.
"I love to sing of heaven,"
The glorious home above,
"My Father's house" in glory,
A mansion full of love;
Jerusalem a city

All jubilant with song,
The song of the victorious,
O blessed, happy throng.

"I love to sing of heaven,"

A place without a woe,
No sickness and bereavements,
Where tears never flow,
No anxious care or sorrow,
No deep despair at last,
Where joys supreme are given,
Fears and dangers past.

"I love to sing of heaven,"
Name ever sweet to me,
O fair and golden city,

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What bliss to enter thee, Where we can see forever The Lord and sing his praise, In robes white resplendent We'll worship face to face. MORIEN MON HUGHES.

TRUE NOBILITY.

(An Eisteddfod Poem.)

BY GEORGE GORONWY, (SHENKYN SHADRACH.
So goes the world from Adam down,
The victors smile, the vanquished frown;
How few alas of Adam's race
Can face defeat with manly grace.

Defeat makes cowards shy and grave;
Defeat makes bolder still the brave;
Who kneels to truth is great and wise,
A knight of Honor he shall rise.

The noble mind like gems are rare,
The common weeds grow everywhere;
The roses grow but here and there-
The curve adorns the lilly fair.

My soul be thou a nimble youth,
And learn to bend with grace to truth;
Give thou to her thyself thy all,
Be thou a hero-rise or fall.
Wilkesbarre, Pa.

YOUNG'S "NIGHT THOUGHTS."

A competence is vital to content.
Friendship's the wine of life.
Virtue alone outbuilds the pyrmids.
Joy flies monopolists; it calls for two.
All littleness is an approach to woe.
Peace begins just where ambition ends.
One Cæsar lives; a thousand are forgot.
Nature's first wish is endless happiness.
"Tis impious in a good man to be sad.
Man wants but little, nor that little long.
And all may do what has by man been done.
I've been so long remembered, I'm forgot.
Where boasting ends, there dignity begins.
It naught avails thee where, but what thou

OCEAN.

The depths of the sea have always fascinated the human imagination. Three-quarters of the earth's surface are covered with water, and it is only natural that man, who has found the dry land so rich in wonder belonging to all the kingdoms of nature, should desire to know what is hidden under the broad bosom of the ocean. The temptation presented by the pearl fisheries, and by the wish to recover sunken treasures, has resulted in our acquiring considerable knowledge of the sea bottom in certain localities near shore.

Some interesting facts have been. brought to the attention of men of science by M. H. Fol, of the biological laboratory at Nice. Mr. Fol has for several years been exploring the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea along the shore near Nice, in the search for marine animals.

During his explorations in diving dress he has carefully studied the effect of sunlight under water, and has found that the illumination of the sea is probably much less than has generally been supposed.

The world under the ocean is not only a world of mystery, but one of twilight and of night. Mr. Fol found

that at a depth of about one hundred feet it was difficult to discover the small animals he was in search of. When the sun had begun to decline in the afternoon, darkness would suddenly envelop him when he was in thirty-five or forty feet of water, and, rising to the surface under the impression that night had actually begun, he would be astonished to find himself emerging into brilliant sunshine.

At considerable depths he found that it was ordinarily impossible to see a rock at a distance greater than about twenty-five feet. Under the best of circumstances, with very clear water and an unclouded sun overhead, a rock might be perceived eighty or ninety feet away.

He observed that the animals living on and near the bottom would, when alarmed, flee with great consternation for a distance of a few yards and then stop, believing that they had got beyond the sight of pursuers.

One of the practical conclusions drawn from Mr. Fol's experience is that it will not be possible for submarine vessels to move rapidly at any considerable depth, owing to the iminennt danger of collision with obstacles that are not visible beyond a very

"Every drop of these waters," he was often heard to declare, "came from the Rocky mountains." His theory was that they were brought here subterraneously, but he never, to our knowledge, marked out the course of the subterraneous stream.

He announced this as his decision long before-indeed, he died beforethe sinking of artesian wells in Chicago, and the consequent discovery of the now undoubted fact.

William B. Ogden held the same view, and used at times to make himself very interesting expatiating upon it. With him as well as with Colonel Foster, it was no more than a theory, but he adhered to it firmly.

Mr. Creiger, who is scientific before. he is a politician, is wont to talk approvingly of the theory in a manner to convince any man.

The phenomenon is the running out of this lake through the others of the easterly chain and over Niagara Falls of an incalculable quantity of water, and this continually every minute in the hour, every hour in the day, every day in the year, and every year in progressive time!

The lake has no visible inlets; where, then, does it get its replenishment? From the Rocky mountains.

Through rents and crevices, down into caverns at the roots of these mountains, pour ever the waters from melting snow. Four thousand feet they sink to strike a gravity incline that levels with their floor under Chicago.

Under this city (says the Chicago Herald), and elsewhere on the west side of Lake Michigan-this is the proved theory, theory as good as proved--the snow-covered Rocky mountains are constantly sending their waters to supply flowage, and evaporation that is going on in the watery expanse.

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UNDER THE MICROSCOPE. Let me tell you some of the wonderful things I have seen. Once I put a little hay in a tumbler, covered it with water, and set the glass in a warm place for a day or two. Then, with a medicine dropper, I put a drop of the water on a glass slip, covered it with a very thin glass wafer the size of a cent, placed it under my microscope, adjusted the focus, and what a sight met my eyes! Dozens and dozens of what looked like animated drops of jelly were darting here and there, bumping against one another, or dodging one another like schoolboys at recess.

Perhaps among the crowd of smaller ones would dash a much bigger fellow. I fancied it might be a big brother, older than the others by some hours, and so entitled to the deference he seemed to exact. Then in another part of the drop of water the little ones formed almost a circle, and presently in the centre of this came a big fellow-he must have been 1-100 of an inch long-who began revolving slowly. "P. T. Barnum," I thought to myself. "That is exactly the way I have seen him address an audience surrounding the circus ring."

But I can never know what he told the smaller ones, for not even the "little ghost of an inaudible squeak" reached my ears. Besides these little creatures, I could see what looked like dark specks darting above. Determined to find out what these were, I used a stronger magnifying glass, and looking through it, the specks proved to be other little swimmers, such as I had just been examining; and the latter, of course, seemed larg

er.

But now there were still other specks darting about, so a still stronger glass was used, with the same result.

Magnify as I might, I could not reach a point where there were not

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some moving atoms needing further magnifying. I have since learned that no glass has ever been made powerful enough to reveal the tiniest of these "infusoria," as they are called.

Here is a curious bit of something closely studded with tiny anchors. As anchors are mainly used in water, of what value can these miniature ones be? We are looking at a bit of the skin of the sea cucumber (Synapta girardii). In shape this animal is more like a worm than anything else, and it moves from place to place by

means of suckers.

When it wishes to remain quiet, the anchors, which have been closed over perforated, chalky plates, are extended outward from the body and fasten the little creature securely to the sand or mud.

The sea cucumbers found on our coasts are small, seldom over four inches in length, though larger kinds abound in the Bay of Fundy and upon the mud-flats of Florida. The Chinese call larger species "Trepang," and when dried and preserved in a peculiar way, is considered a great deli

cacy.

When I look at this slide I wonder if man first got his idea of an anchor from this little creature. Yet anchors were in use long before microscopes, and the little anchors are much too small to be seen by the unaided eye, -St. Nicholas.

RHETORICAL PREACHING.

Rhetorical preaching may fill the pews and produce applause. With an eloquent pulpit the church falls an easy prey to pride and vanity, losing sight of her humble but dignified mission, permitting the minister to use the temple of God for self-glory. Rhetorical sermons scarcely ever cause the sinuer to cry out for mercy. It is said that when Massillon preached at Versailles, Louis XIV. paid the