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THE WRECK OF THE "SCHILLER."
to pieces for this purpose, as a watch-maker does a watch, and afterwards restoring it.
7. For Lord (in small capitals) understand that " Jehovah" occurs in the original writing.
8. Read in order-finishing one book before beginning another no fixed number of verses, but one or more paragraphs at a sitting.
9. Make what use you can of the marginal references. These are often merely verbal similarities, and throw no light on the passage; but sometimes they are good. With a concordance you may construct your own references-a slow and laborious work, but one well worth doing.
10. Weigh what you read, drawing a distinction in the historical portions between the inspiration of the speaker and that of the writer, if they be two persons. This is especially necessary in the book of Job.
THE WRECK OF THE "SCHILLER.”
[Some months since, more than three hundred souls were lost by the wreck of the "Schiller" in the English Channel. Judge Nathan Crosby, of Lowell, who lost a daughter and grand-daughter by this disaster, in a letter to the Globe writes thus:-"The judgment of the Court is, 'that the entire neglect of the precautions laid down for navigators when approaching Scilly, was the sole cause of this terrible calamity.' The disgraceful truth is, there had been a social spree upon that ill-fated ship that afternoon and evening, which is sufficient to account for all the neglect, confusion, the suffering and loss of life of that dreadful hour. Mr. Stern, of New York, a saved passenger, said to the Herald correspondent:- Many of the crew and passengers were intoxicated, one of the officers having celebrated his birthday that evening. One of the 'Schiller' officers informed the correspondent of the London Standard that many persons on board of the steamer were drunk when she struck, and that several firemen and many steerage passengers lay helpless until they were swept away by the waves. A gentleman lately in Paris says, 'The birthday celebration is spoken of there freely as accounting for the accident.””—Boston Cong., August 19th, 1875.]
ACROSS where the wide Atlantic rolls,
Safely the ship has passed,
With her precious freight of three hundred souls
Joyful the weary landsmen say,—
"The voyage is almost o'er,
And, ere the close of another day,
We shall reach Old England's shore."
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Vainly the signal guns resound,
And the rockets rise o'er the wave,-
The boldest swimmer, who danger mocks,
Where the billows over the sunken rocks
Now, well for those who have hope in heaven,
Each frantic hold on life must be riven-
One mighty wave, that sweeps the deck-
And the rushing waters close o'er the wreck,
Now who has done this deed of death?
Was it thou, O pitiless sea?
And the sea replies, with measured sighs,
"It was not wrought by me.
By many a wreck, in many a storm,
I have won a dread renown;
But the waves on my breast were sinking to rest
Was it thou, thou rugged, sea-washed Rock,
"Not mine the blame, I am still the same,
And all the night the beacon light
Was it thou, O Wind, in thy stormy play,
With a sudden gust did'st thou bear away
Was it you, ye sea-Mists, hanging low,
Till all too late, when the stroke of fate
"Thick was our curtain over the tide,
Veiling the beacon light;
But the sounding line should have been their guide Through the darkness of that night."
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Not by the rock, or the winds, or the sea,
O, Fiery Spirit! it was by thee,
Who bringest man's skill to nought!
It was thou, with thy cup of malignant power,
Changing God's image, in one short hour,
Thou did'st it,-enslaver of man's free will!
Thou-foe of his better life!
Many the wrecks thou hast made on the sea-
The wrecks of age and of youth are there,
The wreck of woman, once pure and fair,
The wreck of home-comfort, the wreck of wealth,
The wreck of reason, the wreck of health,
Wrecks on the surface, drifting by,
As over life's sea we go;
But who shall number the wrecks that lie
Who can count those wrecks of the souls,
Year by year, in that realm of fear
How long, O man, wilt thou mourn the ill,
And give to thy brother's murderer still
Alas! for the heart that will not know-
That the power that worketh another's woe
Can be no true friend to thee!
-A. L. WESTCOMBE.
VALUE OF LABOUR.-God is constantly teaching us that nothing valuable is ever obtained without labour; and that no labour can be honestly expended without our getting its value in return. He is not careful to make every thing easy to man. The Bible itself is no light book; human duty no holiday engagement. The grammar of deep personal religion, and the grammar of real practical virtue, are not to be learned by any "Reading made easy."
ANECDOTES AND SELECTIONS.
Anecdotes and Selections.
AN AFRICAN KING'S RECEPTION.-Col. C. C. Long, of the Egyptian army, gives the following account of his reception at the court of King M'tesa, to which he had penetrated with two attendants only :—“ My reception by this strange and mysterious King was unique. Covering the hill-tops that characterize the mountainous districts of the lake regions were thousands of the people of Uganda assembled to welcome 'the Great White Prince,' as they called me. King M’tesa, surrounded by his courtiers and harem, as I arrived, sent a messenger to ask me to appear before him and show him the strange animal upon which I was mounted. I was riding the first horse that had ever been seen in Uganda. At a quickened pace advancing toward the King and courtiers they fled precipitately before me, while I, turning my horse, regained the hill from which I had descended, and, throwing my foot from the stirrup, in the act of dismounting, I was surprised to see the people scatter in every direction in dismay. I learned fron the interpreter that they had supposed, up to that moment, that I and the horse were one animal,-that I was a kind of centaur. I was presented the next day to the King,—a tall, graceful man, dressed in a flowing Arabic robe, bound at the waist by a girdle to which a scimetar was suspended, and with sandaled feet, who eyed my horse with affrighted glance and retreated toward his throne. Prostrate bodies covered the entrance and floor of the hut. It was here that the King held audience with his different Sheiks and chiefs, and the head of the different branches of his Government. The ceremony ended in a slight inclination of the head of the King to his messengers, who unrolling from their heads neatly-bound cords, threw them around the necks of the assembled throng at the door, and dragged them, holloaing and struggling. away to an executioner, who, as the fancy struck him, had them poinarded or choked to death, or had their brains dashed out. This is a sacrifice which is made to all African Kings."
TRUST IN GOD.-Several German princes were once extolling the glory of their realms. One boasted of his excellent vineyards; another of his hunting grounds; another of his mines. At last Abelard, Duke of Wurtemburg, took up the subject and said: "I own that I am a poor prince, and can vie with none of these things; nevertheless I, too, possess a noble jewel in my dominion; for were I to be without attendants, either in the open country or the wild forests, I could ask the first of my subjects whom I met to stretch himself upon the ground, and confidently place myself upon His bosom, and fall asleep without the slightest apprehension of injury." Was not this a precious jewel for a prince? I, however, have something better, for I can rest my head and my heart in the lap of God's providence, and upon the bosom of Jesus Christ with a perfect assurance that neither man nor devil can touch me there.-Gotthold