who constantly looked on the dark side of things, and
was always cast down although she was a professed Christian. She thought
it would do this lady good to see the bed-ridden saint, so she took her
down to the house. She lived up in the garret, five stories up, and when
they had got to the first story the lady drew up her dress and said,
"How dark and filthy it is!" "It's better higher up," said her friend.
They got to the next story, and it was no better; the lady complained
again, but her friend replied, "It's better higher up," At the third
floor it seemed still worse, and the lady kept complaining, but her
friend kept saying, "It's better higher up." At last they got to the
fifth story, and when they went into the sick-room, there was a nice
carpet on the floor, there were flowering plants in the window, and
little birds singing. And there they found this bedridden saint--one of
those saints whom God is polishing for his own temple--just beaming with
joy. The lady said to her, "It must be very hard for you to lie here."
She smiled, and said, "It's better higher up." Yes! And if things go
against us, my friends, let us remember that "it's better higher up."

Calling the Roll of Heaven.

A soldier, wounded during our last war, lay dying in his cot. Suddenly
the deathlike stillness of the room was broken by the cry, "Here! Here!"
which burst from the lips of the dying man. Friends rushed to the spot
and asked what he wanted. "Hark," he said, "they are calling the roll of
heaven, and I am answering to my name." In a few moments once more he
whispered, "Here!" and passed into the presence or the King.

GOLD.

-- The way to heaven is straight as an arrow.

-- Heaven is just as much a place as Chicago. It is a destination.

[Illustration: Joseph Makes Himself Known to His Brethern. GUSTAVE
DORE. Genesis, xiv.]

INFIDELITY

The Young French Nobleman and the Doctor.

In London, when I was there in 1867, I was told a story which made a
very deep impression upon me. A young French nobleman came there to see
a doctor, bringing letters from the French Emperor. The Emperor Napoleon
III. had a great regard for this young man, and the doctor wanted to
save him. He examined the young man, and saw there was something on his
mind. "Have you lost any property? What is troubling you? You have
something weighing upon your mind," said the doctor. "Oh, there is
nothing particular." "I know better; have you lost a