The Lord of Nazareth, joined, and, quickly known,
Closed what his great precursor had begun.

Then sudden through the serene air there shone
A lamp, and lo! "This is My Son beloved!"
From the bright cloud a voice was heard to own.
River divine! which then electric moved
From out thy inmost bowers to kiss those feet,
Blessing thy waters with that sight approved:
Tell me, where did thy waves divided meet,
Enamored and, ah! where upon thy shore
Were marked the footsteps of my Jesus sweet?
Tell me, where now the rose and lilies hoar,
Which, wheresoe'er the immortal footsteps trod,
Sprang fragrant from thy dewy emerald floor?
Alas! thou moanest loud, thy willows nod,
Thy gulfs in hollow murmurs seem to say
That all thy joy to grief is changed by God.

Such wert thou not, O Jordan, when the sway
Of David's line, along thy listening flood,
Portentous signs from heaven confirmed each day.
Then didst thou see how fierce the savage brood

Of haughty Midian and proud Moab's line,
Conquered and captive, on thy bridges stood.

Then Zion's warriors, 'listed round her shrine, Gazed from their towers of strength, and viewed afar The scattered hosts of the lost Philistines;

Whilst, terror of each giant conqueror,
Roared Judah's lion, leaping in his pride,
'Midst the wild pomp of their barbaric war.
But Salem's glory faded, as the tide
Of waves that ebb and flow, and naught remains
Save a scorned world for scoffers to deride.

-The Bassvilliana; translation of HENRY BOYD.

OODY, DWIGHT LYMAN, an American evan

gelist; born at Northfield, Mass., February 5, 1837; died at East Northfield, Mass., December 22, 1899. He worked as clerk in Boston; and in 1856 he went to Chicago, where he engaged in missionary work among the poor. During the War he went to the front as an evangelist, and was afterward prominent in the the work of the Young Men's Christian Association in Chicago. Here a church was built for him; which, with his house, was destroyed in the fire of 1871. With Ira D. Sankey, the singer, he preached to large congregations in Great Britain in 1873-74, and in the United States in 1875; continuing his evangelistic work thereafter in both countries. He was the founder of two academies and a woman's training school at Northfield, and of a school for Bible study at Chicago. His published works include Arrows and Anecdotes (1877); Heaven (1880); Secret Power (1881); The Way to God (1884); Bible Characters (1888); Sovereign Grace (1891); Sermons (1894).

LOVE.

Since I became a father I have made this discovery — it took more love for God to give that Son to die than it did for that Son to die. Mothers, wouldn't you rather die than to see your own child die? I used to tell my mother, when I was a little boy, that I loved her most. And my little boy when he was about five years old would climb up on my knees and put his arms around my neck and say, Papa, I love you the most." And the little fellow thought he did. But I tell you, since I have become a father I have found out that my love for my mother wasn't anything compared with my love for

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my children. Supposing your little boy should see you in your coffin. He would feel grieved at the time, but his grief would soon wear away and be forgotten. But supposing you see your little boy in the coffin. Would you ever forget it? Do you think this mother right down here would ever forget that little thing sitting in her lap? Never; as long as memory lasted, she would remember that child. I cannot tell you anything about the love of God, but "God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth on him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Now, my friends, let the love of God into your heart; don't lock your heart against it.

I see some children have come in. Let me tell them a story. When the gold fever broke out in 1846, there was a man in New England who had a wife and a little boy, and he wanted very much to go to California. The mother didn't want to have him go, but he promised that as soon as he got money he would send for her and the little boy. People then thought they were going to find gold and become suddenly very rich, but there were a great many that didn't get anything. This man wasn't so prosperous as he thought he was going to be, and when his letters came there was no check to take them to California. But one beautiful day the long-looked-for letter came, and they were to go to New York and take a beautiful Pacific steamer, and the man was to go down to meet them. After they had been out to sea a few days, all at once they heard on board that awful cry that is horrible to anyone on water, "Fire! Fire! They set the pumps to work and did everything they could, but the fire gained upon them, and at last the captain gave the ship up. He ordered the lifeboats lowered, but there were not enough to take them on board. Among others were this mother and her little boy. The last lifeboat was pushing away, and she knew it was her last chance, and she asked them to take her and her little boy. But they said, "No, if we take them in we will all lose our lives. We can only take one of them." So they shouted back they could only take one. What did the mother do? Did she leave her little boy