r
ways."

He turned toward her with a smile, and said: "It was Dr. Selmser who
preached to-day. He has been gone twenty years, and he is preaching
yet."

"And I heard a voice saying unto me, Write Blessed are the dead who
die in the Lord: Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their
labors; and their works do follow them."

Does it seem to you a pity that he could not have known--could not
have had one glimpse of the fruit of his work? How do you know what
view of waving harvests being garnered in the Lord calls him to look
down upon from the heights of Pisgah? "When I awake with thy likeness
I shall be satisfied." Be sure the Lord has satisfied him.

Meantime that modern church is still very modern indeed, and at this
present time its pulpit is vacant--they are candidating!

NEW NERVES.

"Margaret, do stop that horrid screeching! You make my head fairly
snap." The music suddenly ceased. The sharp voice came from the
pantry, and belonged to Margaret's mother, Mrs. Murray. She stood
before her moulding board weighing out chopped raisins, currants,
flour, butter, and all the other ingredients that go to make a
fruit-cake. The deep-cut frown between her eyes, the worried
expression, and the tightly-shut lips told their own story.

The singer stood at the kitchen-table washing the breakfast
dishes--a pretty picture, with her sixteen years just blossoming
into pink cheeks and bright eyes--a trim and dainty figure even in
her simple dark print and white apron. She looked so happy and
caroled forth her song so gaily, while she wiped the delicate china
cups on the soft towel. If her mother could but have seen her, would
she so rudely have jarred the bright spirit? And this was Margaret.
She, too, could frown; now the straight black brows drew themselves
together in an ugly way on the white forehead, the cheeks took a
deeper pink, and the bright eyes had a snap in them. She flung the
cups on the table in place of the almost loving touches she had
bestowed upon them. The clatter went on, and at last a luckless cup
reeled, and rolled to the very edge of the table, and--off it went!
shivering into many fragments. This brought Mrs. Murray to the pantry
door.

"Well, I never saw anything like you for carelessness," she said in a
high-keyed voice.

"There goes another of that set! You were vexed, or that wouldn't
have happened. I heard how you slammed about after I spoke to you.
Now pick up the pieces and