ing her. I have heard but one opinion from the lips of all and that is the one which I have here set down as simply and directly as I know how. It comes from a heart that has always loved and cherished this noble representative white ribbon woman, and which deeply sympathizes with her loving friends and co-workers in the sudden separation that has removed her forever from our earthly sight.

But the world invisible grows dear and rich when souls have entered there freighted with so much that was beautiful and blessed in the world that now is.

"We follow that way." We shall soon be with them once again.

Haseltonuses

Boston, Jan. 1, 1895.

These two noble women met. The one was one of the finest products of the aristocratic institutions of old England; the other was an equally choice specimen of the products of republican institutions in New England. As they stood in each other's presence, rank and title were forgotten. They saw in each other only the "pure womanly," and that higher nobility of mind and spirit which each possessed. They had much in common to call out mutual admiration. Each was an orator of wide fame. Each had literary ability and editorial gifts of acknowledged power. Each was by instinct and choice and training a moral reformer; and, best of all, each was by profession and practice, a devout, humble, and truly consecrated follower of the meek and lowly Jesus. For two such queens in the kingdom of God to meet was instantly to love and be loved, and to form a friendship that will never end. Death has only translated and crowned one ; the other "follows that way "to join the loved in the blessed world, where separations are unknown and unions are never broken.

One of the greatest dukes of the realm entertained Mrs. Woodbridge, and with great courtesy showed her the treasures of art and historic interest in his ancestral halls. Before retiring the nobleman called all his many servants together, and like an ancient patriarch, the priest of his household, he led them in worship. Perhaps nothing she participated in abroad touched her heart more than that.

After Mrs. Woodbridge returned home, the wife of a very famous American millionaire said to her, "The next time you go abroad I want to go with you." "Why?" asked Mrs. Woodbridge. "Because," said the wealthy lady, "you can get an entrance into circles in England where mere money can never take any of us Americans."

Thank God that it is so; that there is society in this world where intellect and character and Christian usefulness count for more than money!

CHAPTER XVIII.

MRS. WOODBRIDGE AS A PREACHER.

Who is my neighbor?-Luke 10: 29.

First of all he is literally our neighbor who is next to us in our own family and household. Then it is he who is close to us in our own neighborhood, in our own town, in our own parish, in our own street. With these all true charity begins. To love and to be kind to these is the very beginning of all true religion. But beside these, as our Lord teaches, it is every one who is thrown across our path by the changes and chances of life; he or she, whosoever it be, whom we have any means of helping-the unfortunate stranger whom we may meet in traveling, the deserted friend whom no one else cares to look after.-Dean Stanley.

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I would not have this perfect love of ours
Grow from a single root, a single stem,
Bearing no goodly fruit, but only flowers
That idly hide life's iron diadem:

It should grow always like that Eastern tree
Whose limbs take root and spread forth constantly;
That love for one, from which there doth not spring
Wide love for all, is but a worthless thing.

-James Russell Lowell.

HIS biography would not be complete without some mention of Mrs. Woodbridge's work as a preacher of righteousness-a real ambassador of Christ. Her first speech, as we have already observed, was in a church, and so was her last. She probably spoke first and last in more than two thousand pulpits, and hundreds of times she took a text and preached from it as any other preacher might do. Many a time ministers have listened to her words, and when she closed her plea for her Master with the audience

strangely moved, they have involuntarily exclaimed, "She ought to be ordained at once to preach the gospel."

And she was ordained by the best possible ordinationthat of the Holy Ghost. It was the same kind that Dwight L. Moody had, years before any minister thought of giving him recognition. When they finally did recognize him, it honored them far more than it helped him. Many ministers have been honored with "the laying on of holy hands," and have been helped very little by it. But when the Holy Spirit lays His hand on a soul and "separates" it for great service, touches the lips with "a live coal," and enables them to speak with a divine unction and heavenly persuasiveness, it then matters little whether men ordain them or not. They are ordained by a higher than human power. It matters not whether churches call such persons preachers or not; they preach, and they get a hearing. He who called them into the ministry calls the people to hear them, and He sets His own seal on their ministry of converting power.

Such was "our beloved Mary's" ordination; and from the beginning she made "full proof of her ministry." Few ministers could gather such an audience as she could. She did not preach to "fill an appointment," "kill time," "delight the audience," or "make a name" for herself. With her it was serious, very solemn work. She had, she felt, a commission from God to proclaim an important message to dying souls. Her whole heart was in it.

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An old Scotch lady once went to hear that earnest young minister, Rev. Robert McCheynne, who died so early, and yet who lived long enough to fill the realm with the sweet odor of his influence. She was asked how she liked him. She paused as if to measure her words, and then said: "He seems to me to preach as if he was just dying to have somebody converted." So was it with the preaching of Mrs. Woodbridge; and it made her a soul-winner.

It is difficult to know just how she ever preached. Newspapers do not often print sermons, and we find none of Mrs. Woodbridge's in any papers. We can find little glowing accounts of the marvelous power and blessed results of her sermons. There are also multitudes of living witnesses who tell how she moved them, and won them and others to Jesus; but it is impossible to give to the public any of her discourses as she delivered them. We know that she was sought for far and wide to go to great gatherings and camp-meetings and preach annually; and that for months together she would fill some pulpit every Sabbath morning, preaching a sermon, and in the evening speaking on moral reform.

If she had been more willing to write about herself we should have known more of her successes and triumphs. Even if she ever did break over her reserve and self-hiding and talk freely it was always with an apology. Here is a specimen from a letter to the author and his wife:

DEPOT OLEAN, March 10, 1885.

MY DEAR FRIENDS :-The train being much delayed I am almost alone in the depot and after having written my precious husband cannot resist the opportunity to write you hastily and again record the mercies and blessings of God, which have attended my pathway. Do you clearly understand that I write no one but my husband of these things in any degree as I do you? If you do not my letter will seem very egotistical, while in reality I am so astonished (lack of faith, perhaps) and so grateful, that I was never more humble.

She then tells of her work on the previous Sabbath,— speaking three times-once in the largest church in the city of W, whose pastor was always before averse to the W. C. T. U. and all their speakers. At the close of her address the pastor arose and said: Never until today have I known the work of the W. C. T. U., but I desire now to be furnished with all your books and leaflets