"duty,"―never by "glory." Persistent ;-irrepressible; never relinquishing his hold of a country, when once that hold was established ;—calm ;—ever on the side of moderation, and mercy,-as a Conqueror;-he exhibited every type of a true Englishman.

The Duke was of Irish extraction. Although unhappily estranged from us by miserable politics how many gallant Irishmen have fought by our side,-for old England,—and mingled their blood with ours upon many an heroic, and Historic Field! Pity that our Sister Isle,-which has given us such splendid Soldiers,-should not feel proud of the Nation whose greatness they have so greatly assisted in establishing, and hand and hand with the English-speaking Race in America, Australia, and the Colonies-join them in their Grand Mission in carrying Freedom, true Religion, and Justice, to countries and nations still groaning under Despotism, Superstition, and evil Government!

Waterloo was fought on Sunday, the 18th June, 1815. Napoleon only survived it six years,-dying at St. Helena, 5th May, 1821. He could not,-in any case,have lived, for his suspicion that he was suffering from the disease, which had killed his father, proved only too The interior of the stomach, after death, was found to be almost entirely filled with a cancerous ulcer.

true.

The Duke of Wellington lived many a long year after Waterloo, namely till 14th September, 1852;-37 years after the great Battle, which gave the continent fifty years repose from War.

It is estimated that the mad ambition, of the French, and their frightful System of Warfare, in 17 years, caused the lives of Five-and-a-half Millions of Human Beings; all for absolutely, no results; (for the Napoleon family have now disappeared), except it be the fatal, and hateful, results of an enmity between Nations, which,-not ending with Sedan,-unfortunately remains to this day.

CONCLUSION.

The Christian Believer,-to whom Christ's commands, and example are final;-firmly maintains that all War is absolutely opposed to every precept,-and to the entire spirit,-of the Gospel. The only solution of the problem, how the present vast Armies of Europe can avoide inevitable collision, and future terrible War, seems to be their mutual consent to a partial, general disarmament,—each Country alone retaining an army,-proportionate to its

size,-sufficient to supress internal disorders,—but not, happily,-powerful enough to attack any other Country. Believing that all War,-especially a War of Conquest,and spoliation.-is a monstrous iniquity, still, regarding Arthur Wellesley,-apart from the War System,-as a man, his noble example, in desiring always to lessen the Horrors of War, his unflinching duty to his Country,-his abhorrence of cruelty and pillage, and his ever being on the side of moderation to the vanquished,-we may be allowed to lose sight of the System,-for a moment,-in the noble, calm, and gallant, man, and may, without inconsistency.-close with the lines written at the death of the great Duke :Mourn for the mighty dead,

Mourn for the Spirit fled,

Mourn for the lofty head
Low in the Grave!

Tears such as Nations weep,
Hallow the Hero's sleep,
Calm be thy rest, and deep,
ARTHUR the Brave!

THE FRENCH EXCELLENT NATIONAL TRAITS.

Our, now, (1891) good Friends, and Neighbours, the French, possess excellent traits, as a Nation. Would that we would follow their example on these points! For instance, our National, and degrading, Sin of Drunkenness, is almost unknown to them!

The French,-as a Nation,-can enjoy themselves thoroughly without incessant Drinking. Again, the Oaths, disgusting language, and vile words, too common amongst our Working Classes, are practically unknown, across the Channel! A worthy English Clergyman, living, for years, near one of the great Paris Railway Stations, accustomed to the sight of many thousands leaving every Sunday in Summer, and returning after a day's "outing," in the evening, could hardly recall an instance of Drunkenness, or having heard an oath!

Again the French are a thrifty, saving Nation, not given to squandering their hard-earned wages as the English Workmen do. This enables them to retain self-respect, and independence of character, and saves them from the terrible pauperism, and abject Poverty, too often seen in England.

Their National Sin is a restless Ambition, and extraordinary love of War, which has never yet given them any

return.

With a splendid climate, and a Country immensely rich in its Vineyards, all would be well could they rest contented.

Surely the past 90 years must have stripped aggressive Warfare of its false colours, and shown the Nations the folly of a delusive, false, "Glory," which consists in the attempted Conquest of, and pillage of neighbouring Countries, and the Murder of their Inhabitants!

In vain did Napoleon attempt to reproduce the terrible Past;-The "Glory" of the old Heathen Times!

Before the advent of our Lord,-before Christianity dawned upon the World,-Military "Glory" took the place of Religion! The Ancients,- being Heathens,-and the vast majority of them practically Atheists, (despising, as well they might, the Deities they pretended to Worship)-knew no other Hero but the successful Warrior! Their highest ideal of the heroic, consisted in Conquest, Bloodshed and Plunder! Napoleon came into the World too late! Those Heathen Times are passed for ever! In vain did he "pose" as a second Alexander the Great, and liken his horde of maraudering Soldiers to the Legions of Heathen Rome! What could be done in a Heathen World, is now simply impossible after the advent of Jesus Christ! Society, Civilization, Christianity, were dead against him!

The old false tinsel, and the delusion of the old cuckoo cry Glory," is worn out! Mankind do not go back! They have a higher Standard now! The Spirit of the Times has changed! The Nations now recognize that Wealth, and Power, have their Duties, as well as their Privileges, and insist upon those Duties being performed! Otherwise they will decline such Rulers, and Rule themselves, by enlightened Republics.

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Thanks to CHRISTIANITY, the Future demands of all Nations, Justice to others,-Peace,-Freedom,—and universal Brotherhood! It takes time,-for the Passion for false "Glory," (so called) is still strong, but its Doom is certain!

Through the dark Future,-through long Generations,
The sounds of War grow fainter,—and then cease,

And, like a Bell with solemn, sweet vibrations,—
I hear the voice of CHRIST once more say

"PEACE!"

EDUCATION.

CHRIST'S COMMANDS.

Were half the Power which holds the World in terror,-
Were half the Wealth,-bestowed on Camps and Courts,
Given,-to redeem the Human Mind from error,
There were no need of Arsenals, or Forts!

LEAVE REVENGE TO WILD ANIMALS.

A sagacious Elephant, in the pursuit of knowledge,-introducing his inquiring trunk into the Window of a Tailor's-the latter injudiciously pricked the end of it with a needle. The Animal quietly retired,-filled his trunk with dirty water from a puddle outside,-returned to the window,-and calmly discharged the whole over the cruel Tailor, and his valuable cloth. We may hope that this "water cure," taught the Tailor the important lesson," To do unto others as you would others should do unto you.'

CHAPTER XLIII.

DRINK. THE CURSE OF ENGLAND. "DEACON OF CHRIST'S CHURCH, WHO WAS IT SOLD THEM THE DRINK?"

N one occasion the Inhabitants of a thriving Borough in Pennsylvania were met to decide whether they should petition the County Courts to issue the usual number of Licences to sell Intoxicating drinks during the coming year. A respectable magistrate of the Borough presided; and, upon the platform, were seated, amongst others, the Minister of the Village,—one of his Deacons,(who was a spirit merchant)-and the Physician. A most respectable Citizen rose to propose that the Meeting should petition for the usual number of Licenses for the ensuing year. His idea was that it was far better to license a certain number of respectable men, and let them sell, than that people of whom they knew nothing, should open Dram Shops.

This proposition seemed to meet with general favour, and the Chairman was about to put the question to the meeting, when a woman rose in a distant part of the Hall, and all eyes were turned in that direction.

She was an elderly-looking woman, poorly clad, and grey with sorrow, and yet there was something in her manner which showed she had not always been as she now was. Many present seemed to know her, and they whispered to each other, while she addressed the President, and asked his permission to say a few words to the Meeting. "You know, many of you,-who I am," she said. "You once knew me the mistress of one of the best Farms in the District. I once had a husband and two sons, and woman never had better husband or boys till the Dram Shop opened ten years ago near our home. DoctorDeacon I see you both on the Platform, and I ask you where are they now? In the Burying Ground, close by, are three graves-my husband and sons all lie there,—and they are all three drunkards' graves! Doctor! You would come and take a glass with them, and you often said that moderate drinking did no one any harm! And you, sir," she said, addressing the Minister, "when you called, would take a