Even now the forest arches With the tramp of men are rife; Join your brothers on their marches, Join them in the surging strife. Whether drummer-boy or colonel Matters not, be duty done; Battling for a truth eternal, All are equal ranks are one. But bring deeds, not mouthings merely, Yours the feet should lead the way. HOW TO PLACE THE BED. - Baron Reichenbach, who has devoted many years of deep study to the art of bedmaking, maintains that you must not always lie on your bed as it is made, under penalty of abridging your life by a great number of years. If, says the Baron, a mere magnet exercises an influence on sensitive persons, the earth's magnetism must certainly make itself felt on the nervous life of man. Hence he dwells on the salutary effects of the inhabitants of the northern hemisphere lying with their heads to the north, and those of the southern with their heads to the south. For travellers with short memories we may put the rule in general terms; in whatever hemisphere you may be, always sleep with your feet to the equator, and let your body lie "true as a needle to the pole." In giving this rule the baron has simply told us how to live a hundred years; for the polar direction of the body is, it appears, of the utmost importance for the proper circulation of the blood, and we have Baron Reichenbach's authority for stating that many disturbances in the human organism have been cured by simply placing the bolster at a different point of the compass from that it had occupied before. Let such as have hitherto been in the habit of sleeping with their heads where their feet ought to be, take to heart the example of the late Dr. Fischweiter, of Magdeburg, who died recently, at the age of one hundred and nine years, and always attributed his long life to his faithful observance of the pole to pole position of sleeping. The most unhealthy position, we are told, is when the body lies due east and west. Some observers assure us that to sleep in such a posture is tantamount to committing slow suicide, and that diseases are often aggravated by deviations from the polar posture. REV. DR. CHAPIN had a daughter who was petite and a brunette, and he told her she was like a Boston publishing house, — Little & Brown. A NEW ANECDOTE OF A CLEVELAND correspondent of the "Chicago Tribune" sends that paper the following extract from a letter by the late Francis Lieber: he was frank enough to say so, the storyteller did not relate. OLD BOSTON STREETS. [Boston Letter to the Worcester Spy.] ONE of the things to see here is the house of Mr. Frank Hill Smith, the artist. He has transformed an old wooden building at the corner of Mt. Vernon and River Streets into the most attractive and picturesque place in the city. It is not finished yet, and I don't know what is to be done to the rough outside plastering of the lower story; but the upper story and roof are tiled, the windows are abundant and pretty; on the front of the large gable in the roof is a huge sunflower in high relief; below it, on the upper story, is a An incident of more than usual interest occurred to-day, just after the class in constitutional law was dismissed at the university. I had been lecturing upon the advantages of the bi-cameral system, had dismissed the class, and was about to leave the room, when a young man, who I knew had taken instructions under Laboulaye, in Paris, approached me and said that what I had urged in regard to the bi-cameral system reminded him of a | story which he had heard Laboulaye relate. I was interested, of course, and, as the class gathered around, he proceeded with the fol-winged lion in relief; over the front door is lowing: Laboulaye said, in one of his lectures, that Jefferson, who had become so completely imbued with French ideas as even to admire the uni-cameral system of legislation, one day visited Washington at Mt. Vernon, and, in the course of the conversation that ensued, the comparative excellence of the two systems came up for consideration. After considerable had been said on both sides, finally, at the tea-table, Washington, turning sharply to Jefferson, said: "You, sir, have just demonstrated the superior excellence of the bi-cameral system by your own hand.” a course of grotesque, open carving; the whole is painted yellow, and is so attractive that people who love light and sunshine hover about it like moths round a candle. There is nothing in New England in the least like it; and Mr. Fields did it no more than justice when he brought it into his lecture on Cheerfulness, a day or two ago, with a hearty compliment to its originality, and its cheering influence. Boston is rich in corners that might be made even more charming. On the narrow old streets that cross Beacon Hill, between Mt. Vernon and Cambridge Streets, there are many "sightly" places with wide outlooks over river and country. It seems "I! How is that?" said Jefferson, not a strange that all that part of the hill should little surprised. "You have poured your tea from your cup out into the saucer to cool. We want the bi-cameral system to cool things. A measure originates in one house, and in heat is passed. The other house will serve as a wonderful cooler; and, by the time it is debated and modified by various amendments there, it is much more likely to become an equitable law. No, we can't get along without the saucer in our system." Jefferson, of course, saw that a point had been made against his argument; but whether have been left to a poor population and ordinary houses, but if Mr. Smith, who is a housedecorator as well as an artist, could inspire people to buy and beautify these waiting corners, Beacon Hill would be the most charming place, and the high lands might well win back the population that has wandered away to the flats. Of course, nobody would want another house just like Mr. Smith's; it would lose much of its charm if it were duplicated, but dozens of others might be built as cosy, as original, as cheerful, as fanciful, and how they would brighten our dull old streets! THREE HUNDRED THOUSAND MORE. [From the New York Evening Post.] And in the face of foreign foes its fragments to parade. Six hundred thousand loyal men and true have gone before — WE are coming, Father Abraham, three hun- We are coming, Father Abraham dred thousand more, From Mississippi's winding stream and from New England's shore; We leave our ploughs and workshops, our wives and children dear, With hearts too full for utterance, with but a silent tear; We dare not look behind us, but steadfastly before We are coming, Father Abraham three hundred thousand more! hundred thousand more! - three SHEPARD MEMORIAL CHURCH GRAPHIC ACCOUNT OF THE WAY IT WAS THE following graphic account of the way the Shepard Memorial Church was freed If you look across the hill tops that meet the from debt, on Sunday last, appeared in the northern sky, "Boston Herald" the following morning. It Long moving lines of rising dust your vision contains all of the various facts of the won If you look all up our valleys, where the growing harvests shine, forming into line; And children from their mothers' knees are pulling at the weeds, And learning how to reap and sow, against their country's needs; And a farewell group stands weeping at every cottage door derful event, and being written by a son of one of the most prominent members, who is a journalist of known reputation, we believe it deserves republication entire : Eight months ago, Mr. Edward Kimball, the travelling agent for a Chicago firm, became thoroughly interested in the subject of church debts, and determined to make an effort for the relief of one or two poor churches in San Francisco, where he then was. A thorough business man, he attacked the problem in a business manner, and formed cess. You may see our sturdy farmer boys fast a plan at once so novel and practical, that his efforts were crowned with complete sucBefore leaving the Pacific coast, he had emancipated thirteen churches from debt. He has continued this work in every city that he has since visited, including New York city, where, one week ago, Sunday, he completed the task of raising a debt of $110,three 000 from the Presbyterian Memorial Church, on Madison Avenue and Fifty-third Street. Yesterday he made his first effort of the kind in New England; and, after working in the Shepard Memorial (Congregational) Church in Old Cambridge, for nearly eight hours, left it virtually free from the debt of $85,000, by Or from foul treason's savage grasp to wrench which it had been brought to the verge of We are coming, Father Abraham hundred thousand more! You have called us and we're coming, by To lay us down for freedom's sake, our the murderous blade, ruin, thereby completing his twenty-sixth task of the kind. It was the hardest strug- instead of the usual sermon, made a short adgle and the most signal triumph that he has dress to his people. He told them that ceryet encountered, and by it the prophecy of tain men were always raised up for special certain New Yorkers, that he would only work, as the occasion demanded. He told meet with failure among the hard-fisted New the story of Mr. Moody's conversion, through Englanders, has been completely refuted. the instrumentality of his Sunday-school Mr. Kimball had, however, perfect faith that teacher, and that that same Sunday-school he would succeed, for he was a Boston boy teacher was now with them, having a plan to himself, and knew upon whom he could rely. | propose to them, so wonderful that he felt More than twenty years ago he was a Sunday- compelled to allow him to make it known school teacher in Dr. Kirk's church, and in himself, and would therefore introduce, and his class, and through his instrumentality resign the conduct of the morning's service Dwight L. Moody, the Evangelist, became a to Mr. Edward Kimball, of Chicago. Christian. The Shepard Church, in which he worked last Sunday, is one of the oldest in the country, being now in its two hundred and fortythird year of existence. Six years ago its members left the old-fashioned, square towered, wooden building on Holyoke Street, in which they had worshipped for so many years, and moved into the beautiful stone edifice on Garden Street, close by the Washington Elm. To erect this building they incurred a heavy debt, which has been their curse ever since. The panic was severely felt by them. Many of their moneyed men became bankrupt, and, instead of being reduced, the debt steadily increased. Last week Mr. Kimball's business brought him to Boston. He heard of the distressed condition of the Shepard Church, and at once determined upon an effort for its relief. On Friday he visited the pastor, the Rev. Alexander McKenzie, and, only making his intentions known to him and to two or three of the officers of the church, decided, with their consent, to make an effort the following Sunday morning. Mr. Kimball stepped to the little readingdesk beside the pulpit, read a chapter from the book of Exodus descriptive of the giving of the children of Israel of their worldly goods to the Tabernacle, and proceeded to unfold his plan. He told them the amount of their debt, $85,000; that it was sapping the life of their church and their pastor. He reminded them that they had already paid more than $40,000 interest on it, and asked them if they were not willing to make one strenuous effort to remove the incubus. He then asked Mr. Gilman to act as secretary of the meeting, and Messrs. Munroe, Flint, Hall, and Saunders, to act as canvassers among the people, called for ten subscriptions of $3,000 each, to be made upon conditions that the whole amount of the debt be pledged within a week, and paid within a year, and offered to make the first subscription himself, provided the other nine were pledged that morning. The people looked at one another in amazement, until Mr. Whitman offered to take the second $3,000, and they saw that an earnest effort was in reality Sunday was bright and clear, and, at half- to be made. Then they began to pledge past ten o'clock, Shepard Church was well themselves for the required amount, and filled. Mr. McKenzie occupied the pulpit, within an hour $30,000 was promised, Mr. and Mr. Kimball sat in a front pew. Not Kimball taking the last as well as the first more than half a dozen persons in the whole $3,000 upon himself. Ten pledges for $2,congregation knew that anything out of the 000 each were then called for, and began to ordinary course was to occur. As the pascome in slowly. Another hour saw eight tor made the opening prayer, he was very of these taken, but the next hour passed pale, and his voice trembled. He prayed for without any progress being made. Again success in what they were about to under- Mr. Kimball offered to take one of the retake, gave out the usual notices, and then,maining $2,000, if any one would take the other. This offer being accepted, he began on smaller sums, $1000, $500, $250, and then called upon all who were willing to pay ten, twenty-five, fifty cents, or one dollar per week for the ensuing year, to hand their names to the canvassers. Sixteen hundred dollars were raised in this way, and people became enthusiastic as they saw that the money for the payment of the entire debt was really being pledged, and that the plan by which it was being done was so simple, and yet so comprehensive, that the humblest might contribute to its success. In their excitement, they instinctively clapped and applauded each large gift, and many of the smaller ones, when they came, as many did, from those known to be of limited means, or from outsiders. Charles Theodore Russell made a stirring address, reminding them that for the honor of New England they must carry this thing through, and illustrated his theory by a generous contribution. Men and women left their seats, and canvassed the matter with their neighbors. Some left the church, but most of them returned ready for increased efforts. The choir sang inspiring hymns, and sent down its contributions of money. The pastor doffed his robes, and left the pulpit to work among his parishioners. The Harvard students in the church talked among themselves, and sent in a generous sum. Teachers pledged for their Sunday-school classes, former subscriptions were doubled, and the work went bravely on. But they had undertaken a heavy task, and hours passed before its completion. Sundayschool time came, and, as the teachers could not be spared, the scholars were added to the congregation, where they first stared in wonderment at the scene transpiring around them, and then began to contribute their mites. Daylight faded, and the gas was lighted. Members of the congregation, who lived near the church, threw open their houses, and spread their tables at which the workers would take hasty lunches, and return to the church. Members of other churches, on their way home from afternoon service, finding the morning congregation of the Shepard Church not yet dismissed, stopped to see what was going on, and gathered in curious throngs about the entrances. At half-past five o'clock $70,000 had been pledged, and Mr. Kimball asked if he should stop, and let them finish the work some other time. He was answered by cries of "No! no! go on. We can stay, if you can." At six o'clock $76,000 had been raised. The pastor said he hoped the balance would be taken. Several gentlemen were reported out of town who could and would give the rest when they knew what was being done, and so the work was declared finished. Mr. Kimball said that he wanted one more pledge from them before they left. He wanted all those to rise, who would solemnly pledge that, from this time forth, they would discountenance and use every effort in their power to prevent this or any other church, with which they might hereafter become connected, from incurring any debt, however trivial. He was answered by the uprising of the entire congregation. The first notes of the Doxology were sounded from the organ, and, with a power never before equalled in Shepard Church, the great words of thanksgiving, — Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, rolled out in a mighty volume on the still night air. After the benediction there was a general congratulation, and, as they left. the church, each one said to his neighbor, "Is n't it incredible? Our church is out of debt." The meeting lasted nearly eight hours, and the majority of the people present did not leave the edifice during that time. It was the longest meeting of the kind that Mr. Kimball had ever held; but he says that no people ever stayed and worked so untiringly, and with such perfect faith in the ultimate result, as they did; and he never felt more gratified than by what they accomplished. He left this city for New York, Monday. |