point you to those stronger tenfold over than you who began as you have, and who lost in the power of resistance before they knew they were in the power of the tempter. This demon, like death, seems to love a shining mark. He only is fortified who has determined not to yield to the first temptation. There is but one class whence he has never drawn a victim. That class has defied him, and will to the end. It is we who stand, God helping us, with our feet on this rock of safety, against which the waves may dash, but they shall dash in vain. I implore you to come and stand with us. I plead with you to come, for I believe that all mankind are my brethren. I believe in the fatherhood of God and in the brotherhood of man. And when I see an inebriate reeling along the streets I feel that, though debased and fallen, he is my brother still, created in the image of God, destined to an eternal hereafter, and it should be your duty and mine to take him by the hand and seek to place his feet on the same rock on which we stand. That is what gave such a wonderful triumph to the Washingtonians, this recognizing the duty of individual How many of you have gone to your responsibility. fellow-man when you have seen him on the shore of destruction and tried to save him? Not one! Not one! How dare you on your knees ask God to bless you and yours, when you have not thus proved that you love your neighbor as yourself! This duty should be impressed on your souls by your ministers in the pulpit, by your writers in the public press. More than all things else in the land we need a temperance revival. Whom would it harm? No one. But come down to the individual home of the man who has become a slave to this demon. Do you find happiness there? Do you find contentment, prosperity? Ah, no. Do you find the wife's check lighting up with joy as her husband comes home when the shadows lengthen? Ah, no: her cheek pales at the step of him who pledged her a life of devotion for the love she gave to him. All things are warning you to beware of yielding to this evil. The Scriptures; the men reeling in their cups; your poor houses, your prisons, the forsaken wives; all cry "beware." In the language of an eminent champion of temperance, "When drink can easily be given up by you, give it up for the sake of your example on others; if it be difficult to give it up, give it up for your own sake." Choose you this day whether you will stand with us on this rock, defying the snares, and evil, and misery, and woe, and desolation of the tempter, or whether, pursuing your present habit, you will go down the easy descent, till at last, dishonored and disgraced, having lost the respect of others and your own self-respect, you end a miserable and gloomy.life by a home in the tomb, from which there is, if inspiration be true, no resurrection that shall take you to a better land. KNOCKED ABOUT.-DANIEL CONNOLLY. WHY don't I work? Well, sir, will you Fellows like me ain't wanted much; On a man to have folks hintin' belief Got a look o' the sca? Well, I 'xpect that's so; And run off; I shipped in a whaler fust, And got cast away; but that warn't the wust; And then me and Tom-my mate-and some more 126 But thar warn't no shore to see round thar, For a week, and then all but Tom and me Gold! We did't get much. But we struck By'n-by, sir, the war come on, and then It ain't much to thank for that I'm alive, That's suthin' han'some, now, that is. I'm blest Appleton's Journal. AT THE WINDOW.-AN EXTRACT. ALFRED TENNYSON. BUT Enoch yearned to see her face again; Was growing duller twilight, to the hill. For Philip's dwelling fronted on the street, A yewtree, and all round it ran a walk Of shingle, and a walk divided it : But Enoch shunned the middle walk and stole For cups and silver on the burnished board Fair-haired and tall, and from her lifted hand To tempt the babe, who reared his creasy arms, Now when the dead man come to life beheld To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry, He therefore turning softly like a thief, Lest the harsh shingle should grate underfoot, Lest he should swoon and tumble and be found, And there he would have knelt, but that his knees Were feeble, so that falling prone he dug His fingers into the wet earth, and prayed. THOUGHTS OF "ENOCH ARDEN." I'VE been reading "Enoch Arden," He would see if time's rough fingers For the greatest earthly gladness, Youthful charms completely veil, |