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that stood between them and the poorhouse. He even went to see them every few years when business permitted. In olden days it used to be "going home.” But as he had grown richer and fallen in with more fashionable people, it had cop e 1o be “going on a little hunting trip up in Muskoka." And he had decked himself out as a huntsman, and come back with a brace of ducks or two.

It might have been the sermon on Sunday night that set him thinking. The preacher had not so much as looked toward him, but the words lingered with him. Their piercing utterance half-startled him in his pew.

“ Young man, young woman,” the speaker had said. “If you have come up to this city and are filling a high position, and if you are ashamed to own your poor old father and mother and the humble home whence you came, there is not in you the material out of which God makes a great soul.”

Oscar Hamilton was no longer young His hair was showing the first lines of gray. But the words went home. Why was it his father and mother had never been within his doors ? Why did he never take his wife to see them, or his children ? Why did he never send a railway ticket, and have father and mother down for Christmas or New Year's or Thanksgiving, and show them his house, and introduce them to his friends ?

He was ashamed of them. There it was, the plain, naked truth. They spoke unco.th English ; their manners were quaint and old-fashioned ; they were not like the people he moved

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OSCAR HAMILTON'S NEW YEAR'S EVE.

among. He had asked them in a casual way now

and again. But they had excused themselves. They were not much used to travellin', and were gettin' old.” Dear, unselfish hearts ! They understood too well how it was. They would never embarrass him by coming unless they saw it was really his pleasure.

And to-night his head sank lower as he thought of it. He was ashamed of himself - ashamed — ashamed-oh, so ashamed ! Suppose he had been successful in the business worldwhat was he, after all, beside the old man shovelling snow ? What were many of his fashionable friends compared to these two unselfish, unworldly hearts who, in earlier days, had sacrificed so much for him ?

True, he provided their living. But that cost him no sacrifice. And what, after all, was the son they had raised more than this to them ? They knew he dwelt somewhere far away in a beautiful house. They could talk about him, but they had no part in his life. Was it fair ? There would be music and gaiety in his beautiful house to-night, but they knew nothing of it. The girl who had just glided away from the organ-stool-how like

his mother's was her face ! Was it fair that “grandmother " should see so little of her son's children ?

It was dark now. He rose uneasily and went over to the great, deep-set window. The stars were shining, the last stars of the old year, in the dark winter sky. Another year was coming. Tick! tick! tick! It came on through the starry night. An hour later the electric light was turned on in the music-room. A man folded a letter tenderly, sealed it and touched a bell.

You will please post this letter, James," he said to the man whu answered. And, my dear," he said. turning to his wife, who entered at the moment, “ do you think you could get the best room ready for father and mother this week ?”

“ Why, are they really coming. Oscar ? You have asked them often enough, and they never came."

"But I think I am sure my letter this time will bring them. I am sorry they are not with us to begin the new year.”

And his wife thought she had never noticed how truly manly her hrsband looked before.

A NEW YEAR VISION OF DOUBT AND FAITH.

DOUBT.

The world is waxing old—'tis surely dying,
Its Soul is spent, its Past entomber is lying:
The Fount has failed whence flowed all youth and beauty,
Or martial manhood, wed to truth and duty.

FAITH.

No! No! the World is young and strong and fecund,
With hidden resurrections, springing jocund
From seed and soil, from earth, and air, and waters,
From the new nests the babbling birds are building.
And from the sunlit souls of singing children.
Mother of myriad new-born sons and daughters,
She thrills with life that is, and life to come-
Say not the World is old - the World is young!

DOUBT.

Midnight is nearing; shadows, swiftly stealing,
Enshround the heart with chill and cheerless feeling.
The weary world sinks slowly to its sleeping
'Mid gathering gloom, too dark, too sad for weepiny.

FAITH.

No! No! not midnight cometh - but the morning,
Those shadows are not Day’s death, but its dawning.
'Twill soon be sunrise! Light-beams fiool the air.
Say not 'tis night--'tis daybreak everywhere !
The bells ring not for vespers but are pealing
A sunrise summions: “Hasten ye to labour
For Christ and Country-little ones and neighbour.”
No chant, no vesper hymus of rest and s'eeping,
But matin songs of sowing and of reaping.

- Rer B. C. Cory.

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VISCOUNT SHERBROOKE. The death of Mr. Arthur Patchett land, entered the House of Commons, Martin, says a writer in the Montreal the members of which he never saw. Witness, recalls to mind an Australian There, as we all know, he won a foremost who wrote the “Life of Robert Lowe, place as a debater, became Chancellor of Lord Sherbrooke,” after the author went the Exchequer, under such a master of to live in London. Robert Lowe was a finance as Gladstone, and died Lord Shernotable figure in Australia for eight years, brooke. and if it had not been for the glare of the Besides Latin and Greek, he knew sun, or the refusal of a police-magistrate. French and Italian, and, at Oxford, for ship, when his weak sight prevented him mere recreation, he mastered Sanscrit. from doing bar duty, he might have spent “When I think,” he wrote at sixty, "of the rest of his life there. This was chance, all the things I might have known if I perhaps, but there was no chance in the had not had this misfortune, I am assplendid fight he made against physical tonished how persons who have all their infirmities. It was a long struggle, cheer- winter evenings to themselves contrive fully carried on. and would have broken to know so little." the spirit of any ordinary man.

Born an Undoubtedly, Robert Lowe had great albino, the pupils of his eyes were minus mental gifts, but the majority of people the usual shaded fringe which protects with as many or more would have spent the optic nerves from supertluous light. their lives in being sorry for themselves, Only one eye was good for reading, and and in making all around them iniserable. that one so out of focus that to read at Lowe's life, like that of the blind Postall he had to hold the print close up to master-General of England, Fawcett, is it. From about his twenty-fifth year to inspiring, and well worth the while of the end of his life he was not allowed to being recalled to the memory from time read by artificial light, yet he earned his to time. It may, indeed, cause those of living at the Sydney bar, although he us to be ashamed who repine because of never obtained a clear view of witness, little or imaginary ills, and who become juror, or judge, and, returning to Eng- the slaves of circumstance.

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TRAVELLING STAIRWAYS.

small and delicate piece of mechanism The accompanying illustration shows that looks something like a whistle. The moving stairways which are now being

records are not taken on wax in the erected on the New York Elevated Rail

usual manner, but a sapphire needle is way.

made to cut the dots representing the It consists of an endless chain of rub- sound vibrations on a silver cylinder, and ber-covered steps attached to a series of

when the needle travels over the metal a transverse axles, upon the ends of which

second time, the vibrations cause the are small bearing wheels which serve to

whistle to produce a series of air waves. engage the lateral rails upon which the Experiments were made at the Devil's belt and its load of passengers are carried.

Dyke, Brighton, where the inventor, At the top and the bottom of the incline, Mr. Horace L. Sort, has his workshops.

At a distance of ten miles the sounds the axles engage large sprocket wheels, the whole system returning below the were plainly heard by a large number of sprockets and moving over them in the people, every word being perfectly disform of an endless chain or belt. Power tinct, and at a second trial, with a favto drive the device is furnished by an

ourable wind, it was found that an unelectric motor.

known message could be taken down in A hand-rail at the side travels at the

shorthand at a distance of twelve miles, same rate as the steps. To make the

and over the water the sounds would go ascent it is merely sufficient for the pas

still farther. It is proposed to place senger to stand upon any particular step

them on lighthouses and lightships, to and remain there, although the ascent

give a verbal warning, vastly more effec

tive than foghorns. may, of course, be made more quickly by walking from step to step as the elevator The other is a patent centrifugal quickascends. If this proves to be a practical firing machine gun, invented by James success, it is likely that the new device Judge, a well-known engineer of Newwill be substituted for the present fixed castle, England. This gun can rotate a stairways at all the elevated stations. It disc at the rate of 12,000 revolutions a should be mentioned that the particular minute, eject shots from the muzzle with moving stairway of which we present a an initial velocity of 2,000 feet a second, section was shown at the last Paris Ex- and maintain a continuous fire, for a shot position and was awarded the Grand may be discharged at every half revoluPrix.-Scientific American.

lution. Eighteen thousand rounds of

shot, at the rate of 3,000 a minute, TWENTIETH CENTURY INVENTIONS. have already been discharged from the Two remarkable inventions, says The

gun in the experiments. Special bearChristian Advocate, are now attracting

ings are used, similar to those in Parson's wide attention. One is a phonograph

turbines, which can revolve at the rate that, according to the London Daily

of 22,000 revolutions a minute, and Mail, shouts so loudly that every word

Levall's motor, which revolves at the can be heard at a distance of ten miles. rate of 30,000 a minute. A shorthand writer ten miles away can The phonograph is described editori

down the message as easily as if you ally, in the London Daily Mail, and the dictating to him in a small room. powderless michine gun, operated by urs like an ordinary phonograph, centrifugal force, by the London Times, arge trumpet measuring four feet neither of which papers is in the habit of

Inside the trumpet there is a perpetrating an elaborate joke.

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CANADA'S GROWING TIME.

Before the construction of the Canadian Pacific, Canada was described as a giant without bones. That great road gave it its spinal column, and many railway extensions since have created a strongly articulated skeleton. The growth of our North-West has shown the need for more railways, and the bold enterprise of the Grand Trunk Pacific calls the attention of the civilized world to the growth of Canada-now more rapid than that of any other in the world. Other signs of our remarkable development are multiplying. The enormous increase of our exports and imports, especially exports of the products of the field, the forest, and the mine; the discovery of new oil and gas wells, the harnessing the illimitable power of our waterfalls, in which Canada is richer than any other land; and its most recent aspect, the exchange of Cape Breton coal for Swedish iron, to be converted in this country into high-class steel, are all auguries of our great future, and of nur important place in the world-wide British Empire.

The above sketch map, prepared from the design of an official of the Grand Trunk Railway Company of Canada, shows in bare outline the projected route of the new Grand Trunk Pacific Railway. As will be seen, the railway will run far to the north of the line of the Canadian Pacific, and even of the Canadian Northern (now in course of construction).

Mr. Hayes, the General Manager, states that as a general thing it is the intention to follow the original route laid out by Sir Sanford Fleming for the Canadian Pacific in 1872, which

was afterwards aban

doned. The new line will, it is probable, run about 100 miles to the north of Winnipeg (with a branch to that city), and from there to the Rockies will average from 100 to 200 miles to the north. Of course, the route is to a large extent conjectural, but the above map shows the scheme as it is outlined in the plans of the Grand Trunk management. The absolute details will depend upon the result of the surveys.

The work will involve the building of 2,500 to 3,000 miles of railway, and the expenditure of about $96,000,000.

Port Simpson, its Pacific terminal, says the New York World, is said to be the finest harbour north of San Francisco. The distance from Quebec to Yokohama, Japan, by the new line will be 722 miles shorter than by way

of Vancouver, the Canadian Pacific's terminus. It will run through a country that now grows 52,000,000 bushels of wheat, and will have for traffic-feeders the provinces of Alberta, Athabasca, and Saskatchewan, which have immense stores of petroleum oil and coal of both kinds waiting to be mined.

It has besides a political and military significance. Englishmen are talking of it as a checkmate to Russia's Trans-Siberian Railway, and claiming that over its tracks troops from England could be sent into Manchuria four days sooner than Russian troops sent from Moscow could reach Vladivostock; also that British troops could be sent over it to either China or India in three weeks less time than by the Suez Canal.

A DEFAULTING DEBTOR. The so-called republic of Venezuela, which is rather an absolute dictatorship, presuming on the protection

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