by the establishment of a home school for girls and children at Mrs. Louise H. Putnam's, Hancock Avenue. Mrs. Putnam commands the confidence of the community, and it is to be hoped will soon have a large school.

Lone Rock, Wis.-A Grove Meeting was held in Loomis's Grove on Sunday, August 2, with preaching morning and afternoon by ministers in attendance upon the Tower Hill Sunday-school Institute.

Los Angeles, Cal.-Rev. J. S. Thomson, pastor of the Church of the Unity, has been spending his two months' vacation (August and September) in the East, chiefly at Toronto, Can. The Young People's Guild has held its regular Sunday evening meetings during vacation at the home of one of its members. Since the burning of the church edifice in May, the church services I have been held in the theatre. A new lot, larger than the old one, has been purchased, and a new building will be erected on it at

once.

-Rev. Mr. Phillips, who resigned from the Congregational church several months ago because of his liberal views, has organized an independent liberal church, called the Church of the People. He describes it as "the creedless church."

-The Pacific Unitarian Conference is to be held with the Unitarian church here October 20-23.

Marietta, Ohio.-After a pastorate of fourteen years, Rev. James T. Lusk was forced by ill health to resign his charge here last winter. In March Rev. G. Heber Rice of Idaho Springs, Col., came on trial, and was given the charge for a year. Mr. Rice had just left the Episcopal church and been received into fellowship among us. On Sunday, July 26, memorial services were held for Mrs. James T. Lusk, wife of our former minister. The church was filled with flowers, and the service very touching.

Meadville, Pa.-Rev. Thomas J. Volentine, recently of Duluth, Minn., has accepted a call to the pastorate of the Meadville Independent Congregational (Unitarian) Church.

Minneapolis, Minn.-A little more than a month ago a series of delightful and most enthusiastic meetings were held here in the First Universalist Church to commemorate the twenty-fifth aniversary of Dr. James H. Tuttle's settlement in this city. There was a large attendance of eminent Universalists from a distance, with sermons and addresses by Dr. Atwood of Canton, N. Y., Dr. Hanson of Chicago, Dr. Deere of California, Dr. Tuttle, Dr. Shutter, the junior pastor of the church, and others. Says the Universalist:

"The close of Dr. Tuttle's quarter-centennial witnesses a degree of progress in Minneapolis that has nowhere else been

equalled in the annals of our church. The little one has become a thousand, literally. A handful has increased to a multitude, and one small congregation has become five assemblies of believers, with three church edifices and four clergymen; and the respect and confidence of the entire community has been secured."

Oakland, Cal.-The new Unitarian church is nearing completion, and it is hoped that the dedication will occur on September 6, Rev. Minot J. Savage of Boston giving the opening sermon.

Olympia, Wash.-Plans have been drawn and acccepted for the new Unitarian church edifice, which, it is hoped, will be completed by Christmas, 1891.

Pacific Coast.-The Pacific Unitarian Conference will meet in Los Angeles October 20 to 23. The general subject at this conference will be the position and responsibility of the Unitarian church in the religious movements of to-day.

-Rev. M. J. Savage of Boston will visit he Pacific Coast in September.

Pittsfield, Mass.-Mr. Car! G. Horst of the Meadville class of 1890 succeeds Mr. Fenn as pastor of the Unitarian church here.

Plainfield, N.J.-The Unitarians here are struggling hard to raise the money necessary to build a church home. A prominent member of the society, recently deceased, has left them a lot, to be theirs when a church shall have been built upon it and paid for; but there is danger of the lot being lost, unless the conditions are complied with promptly. They have raised over $6,000, which seems to be the limit of their ability; but $6,000 more is needed. They feel themselves obliged, therefore, to appeal for aid to friends abroad. Secretary Reynolds of the A. U. A., and Rev. D. W. Morehouse, Suprintendent for the Middle States, indorse their appeal.

Richmond, Ind.-Rev. A. G. Jennings spent a Sunday here recently, preaching morning and evening and awakening much

interest in Unitarian views.

Salem, Ore.-On July 21 the cornerstone of the First Unitarian Church was laid. Rev. H. H. Brown, the minister, began his address on the occasion with these words: "In love of truth and in the spirit of Jesus Christ, we unite for the worship of God and the service of man. This is the bond of our union, and the house to rise on this corner-stone now laid with sacred ritual shall stand for this. God and man, truth and love, include all there is."

San Bernardino, Cal.-Since the resignation of Rev. E. R. Watson, last February, the Church of the Unity has had the services of Rev. Eli Fay, D.D. Dr. Fay is so well

known in the State that Davis Hall was immediately filled to overflowing, and the congregation was compelled to remove to the Opera House. The Unitarian society is now thought to be the most influential in the

town.

San Francisco, Cal.-The valuable Postoffice Mission work of the First Church goes on all the year round, taking no summer vacation.

-Hon. Horace Davis has returned from his trip abroad, and resumed his Bible class. He is beginning "A Study of the Sects," using Rev. W. H. Lyon's manual. -The Sunday-school of the new Unity Mission is getting well established. Rev. Mr. Van Ness preaches at the mission every Sunday evening.

-The Unitarian Sunday-schools around the Bay have arranged to do uniform work, and a series of lessons based on Rev. H. N. Brown's "Life of Jesus" has been prepared. -The Unitarian Club of California is just entering upon its second year. It has upon its roll of membership 135 names.

Seattle, Wash.-Mr. William G. Eliot of the Harvard Divinity School has accepted the invitation of the Unitarian church to serve as pastor for the coming year.

Toledo, Ohio.-Rev. A. G. Jennings has spent a part of his summer vacation in making a missionary tour through Northern Indiana.

Warren, Vt.-Mr. H. L. Buzzell of the Meadville Theological School has spent two summer vacations preaching here and at Whitefield, right in the heart of the Green Mountains. The places are six miles apart. At each there is a little company of liberals. At Warren the ladies are very active, and have raised money enough to pay for the summer's preaching. At Whitefield there is a fairly good brick church, a legacy from the Universalists. At Warren services are held in the town hall. There is a strong liberal sentiment in this whole region, and it is believed that the right man could get a reasonably good support here.

Weirs, N.H.-The Grove Meeting ending August 3 was one of the most interesting and well conducted ever held here. The subjects treated were all of living interest, and the speakers in every case men of ability. Rev. Dr. Rexford opened the meetings with an impressive sermon on "The Witness of the Spirit"; and this high key-note, so worthily set, was maintained clearly and with power to the end of the session.

Whatcom, Wash.-Rev. S. F. McCleary, a student at the Harvard Divinity School, has been spending three months preaching in Whatcom.

"No power can die that ever wrought for truth."

JOTTINGS.

Religion consists in the constant and joyful recognition of our union with God. We are united to him, whether we recognize it or not, by the very fact of our existence. But, when we realize in our own consciousness the actuality of the Infinite Life out of which we have come, we realize at the same time the littleness of finite things, and we give ourselves up to be possessed and suffused by the infinite life of God.-Prof. A. W. Momerie.

Before your boys are old enough to brave the horrors of the first "smoke," promise them some reward if they will not touch tobacco before they are twenty-five. If they have the right sort of stuff in them, they will be proud to own to the dignity of a VOW. A boy who can give up a present indulgence for a future good is a boy of promise.

EACH LITTLE DAY.

Each little day flies from the bow
Of Archer Time, or high or low

It falls somewhere to work its fate,
Perchance of love, perchance of hate,
Impartial quite to friend or foe.

So small a space to find and know
The mysteries that come and go;

Yet on it marches, soon nor late,
Each little day.

Come back, quick light, to us below!
Shine out again more sweet and slow!

For answer, through the world's great gate
It speedier flies; and we must wait
For what may come, for what may go,
Each little day.

-Marion A. T. Farley. "Call ye life lonely? Oh, the myriad sounds Which haunt it, proving how its outer

bounds

Join with eternity, where God abounds!"

A perfectly healthy nature speaks out frankly, clearly, and fully whatever is deepest in it: any form of concealment becomes repugnant to it.

A Connecticut pastor on a recent Sunday, after telling God in his long prayer the grim story of the theological defections that signalize our time, finally found what

seemed to him a place of rest in the feeling that took exactly this form of expression, "But, O Lord, we thank thee that thou art orthodox."-Congregationalist.

Civility is a growth, not an outside garment. Teach your child to respect the individuality of every human being,-yes, and of every animal. The Golden Rule works well, and is safe to follow.

A manufacturer of ancient Egyptian mummies has been severely sentenced by the courts of Alexandria. He made his articles

with carefully prepared asses' skins, and had a good trade. Everything went well so long as he made kings only; but, when he tried the production of high priests, he committed archæological errors that led to his detection.

Do not wait for extraordinary opportunities for good actions, but make good use of common situations.-Goethe.

Do right, and God's recompense to you will be the power of doing more right. Give, and God's reward to you will be the spirit of giving more, -a blessed spirit; for it is the spirit of God himself, whose life is the blessedness of giving. Love, and God will pay you with the capacity of more love; for love is heaven, love is God within you.-F. W. Robertson.

Not by God's grudging are our natures chidden:

His hidden things for daring search are hidden.

The cloudy darkness that around him lowers

Burns only with his glory, and the dowers Of hero-hearts who have gone up and ridden The storm, like eagles! If the lightning singe

The intrepid wing, 'tis but the burning kiss Of victory in espousal,-the keen bliss Whose rapturous thrill might make the coward cringe!

He who aloft on rood-nails hung our crown Smiles when with bleeding hands we climb and pluck it down!

-George S. Burleigh.

A FUNNY STORY OF PHILLIPS BROOKS.

It happened in the spring of 1883. The four of us had gone to Europe together, — Dr. McVickar of Philadelphia, Phillips Brooks, and Mr. Robinson, the builder of Boston's Trinity Church. Robinson stands six feet two inches in his stockings, Dr. McVickar measures six feet and four inches, and Brooks exceeds six feet in height. Robinson is sensitive about his length, and suggested that, in order to avoid comment, the three tall men avoid being seen together.

Arriving in England, they went direct to Leeds, where they learned that a lecturer would address the working classes on "America and Americans." Anxious to hear what Englishmen thought of the great republic, they went to the hall. They entered separately, and took seats apart. The lecturer, after some uninteresting remarks, said that Americans were, as a rule, short, and seldom, if ever, rose to the height of five feet ten inches. He did not know to what cause he could attribute this fact, but he wished he could present examples to the audience.

Phillips Brooks rose to his feet, and said, "I am an American, and, as you see, about six feet in height, and sincerely hope that, if there be any other representative of my country present, he will rise."

After a moment's interval Mr. Robinson rose, and said: "I am from America, in which country my height-six feet two-is the subject of no remark. If there be any other American here, I hope that he will rise."

The house was in a jolly humor. Waiting until the excitement could abate in some degree, and the lecturer regain control of his shattered nerves, Dr. McVickar slowly drew his majestic form to its full height, and exclaimed, "I am an"- But he got no further. The audience roared, and the lecturer said no more on that subject.

The greatest hour in a man's life is not that in which the world recognizes what he has done, but the hour in which, in his tremendous struggle with obstacles and circumstances, his power prevails against all that stands in his way.

The Unitarian Theological School (Manchester New College) at Oxford, Eng., has finished its first year successfully. At the recent Commencement Rev. Stopford A. Brooke of London made an eloquent address, which is printed in full in the English papers.

The last time he preached in Oxford prior to this he occupied the famous pulpit of St. Mary's Church, where Newman used to preach. It is interesting to learn that the house at Littlemore, near Oxford, occupied by Newman at the time of his conversion to Rome, is now occupied by one of our Unitarian professors.

Says the Chicago Graphic: "Mrs. Mary Clement Leavitt has just returned to this country from an eight years' tour around the world as a Woman's Christian Temperance Union missionary. The National Woman's Christian Temperance Union gave her $1,000 to start with; but she returned it, and made the trip entirely on faith, receiving enough from collections and other donations to meet all her expenses."

"After a great truth is once set a-going, it is in the charge of mankind, through whom it first came from God."

No. 10.

HEART-ACHE AND HEART'S-EASE.

A SERMON PREACHED BY REV. CHARLES G. AMES, IN THE CHURCH OF THE DISCIPLES, BOSTON, MASS.

"Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance."-PSALM xlii. 5.

Our deepest experiences have been described as a silent dialogue between the soul and God. The soul speaks through its sense of need, imperfection, fear: God answers in our hopes, our trust, our clearer vision. Our emotions are like divine lessons, or like drawings toward some higher destiny,lessons we may fail to learn, drawings we may easily resist. We are creatures of passion, weakness, fault, aspiration: we oscillate and vacillate between content and restlessness, joy and pain. If I speak of Heartache and Heart's ease, you will all know what I mean: text and sermon are already written in your personal history.

The shady side or the seamy side of life must have a meaning and a purpose. Vinet says, "Nothing teaches the soul so many things as sorrow; and the wise Teacher pronounces a blessing on them that mourn." Something like suffering seems to be set down in the programme,—provided for as a part of our earthly lot. The infant smiles; but also the infant weeps. All the little ones have their griefs; and those who are too old or too proud for tears do not escape.

Literature is full of confessions: human breath escapes in sighs as well as in laughter; and often through the music of joy runs an undertone, a minor key, of sadness. But the loud sounds of the world are not the sounds of woe. Mirth is noisy. Sorrow lowers its voice. Often it is silent, muffled, and suppressed within the heart; and, when a smile is on the lips, there may

Multitudes, both of men and women, live under the shadow of some nameless, unspoken grief,—some disappointment in their life-plans, their business, ambitions, affections, their hopes blighted, the brightness of their morning turned to a dull, gray day. What a world of heart-aches comes from the maladjustment of personal relations, from chronic misunderstandings, and from the apparent impossibility of good understanding, between those who must nevertheless share the same home and the saine lot, if not for better, then for worse! Sometimes there are brothers and sisters, who have been dandled on the same knees and have slept in the same chamber, but who, as they grow up, find that they cannot speak to each other without exciting some antagonism or antipathy, never any sweet agreement, but always some petty difference, some jangle or jar of temperament. Between husband and wife, who could not and would not separate, there may be all degrees of inharmony, and so on both sides all degrees of heart-ache. How many people carry the marks of some inward bruise, inflicted all unawares!

"These heavy feet still in the mire

Go trampling blossoms without end; These hard, well-meaning hands we thrust Amid the heart-strings of a friend." Many are heavy-hearted because overweighted with sensitiveness. They feel every tone, look, or breath of criticism or disapproval, or they crave sympathy and appreciation, and wither in loneliness and neg

lect. The world moves on, and they seem left behind, overlooked, unconsidered, forgotten, as if they were counted only for nobodies.

Others are wretched because they are full of ungratified desires. Like caged birds, they beat their wings against the bars of hard, unyielding circumstance.

Or per

haps, with strong, active impulses, they do not know how to place themselves anywhere in the busy world.

How many seem to themselves the victims of a pitiless, blind fate, which consigns them to failure and defeat, or shuts them up in conditions that affect them like a prison yard, where they are loaded with ball and chain, and condemned to toil that brings no

of illness may soon be over and done with, leaving one in better health than before. One can bear the suffering that promises to be short-lived; but there are chronic miseries that grow stale, that rouse no fortitude, but leave one to settle into life-long weariness and irresolution.

Some-God only knows how many!-are born under a shadow,-born with very little capacity for joy or hope. What can be more pathetic and pitiful than the look of age on the faces of little children that never smile,-children that may grow to manhood and womanhood, and yet never discover that the sunshine is God's smile, and that life is his good gift. These are the victims of hereditary wrong, of unloving marriage: they come into an evil inheritance. Ah, if only science or religion could, somehow, teach the human race to stop this onflowing stream of misery, so that no "black drop" of it might flow into the veins of any helpless babe!

What another world of heart-ache is summed up in the word "loss,"-bereavement!

"Who lives unhaunted by his loved ones dead? Who with vain longing seeketh not to borrow From stranger eyes the home lights that have fled?"

Who has not longed through the nightwatches

"For the touch of a vanished hand,

And the sound of a voice that is still"?

Yet keener is the pain when self-reproach mingles with our thought of the departed. "It takes each failing on our part, And burns it in upon the heart With caustic power and cruel art."

Our own faults are indeed the heavier part of the burden we carry about in memory. To finer natures, the wofullest heart-ache is the knowledge that we have caused another's heart to ache. But, when any experience of wrong done or of wrong endured has once made us sad, it is easier to be sad again; and one may form a habit of brooding which darkens all the day and doubly darkens all the night.

Does not this give us a hint about the cure of heart-ache? "Why art thou cast down? Hope thou in God." Turn the