Rev. L. A. Janike, pastor of German Baptist Church, Youngtown, Kan.), died November 14, 1887, aged sixty-one years ten months. Brother Janike was born June 5, 1826, in Zeckrick, Germany, was converted and baptized when eighteen years of age, and was licensed to preach when twenty years of age. He came to this country in 1852, and settled in Mayville, Wis., organized a church, was ordained, and became its pastor.

In 1870 he was called to Kansas by the First German Baptist Church in Dickinson County. Was sent by the German Baptist Association in 1870 to labor as missionary in Marion County, where he organized two churches, of one of which he was pastor till his death.

He had translated a number of hymns into his native language, and wrote a fine hymn on his death-bed a short time before he died. He had also composed many hymns.

He labored as missionary of the American Baptist Home Missionary Society for ten or twelve years.

BENEVOLENCE.

The late William Hilton, of Boston, leaves by his will $50,000 each to Harvard, Amherst, Williams, Phillips Academy, Andover, the American Board, and the American Home Mission Society, and $25,000 to the American Missionary Association.

A $100,000 Mark Hopkins Memorial Building is proposed at Williams College. One graduate, Mr. Fred. T. Thompson, offers to give $25,000 if the whole is made up.

Under the will of Mrs. Sarah P. Ogelby, a contingent bequest is made to the Orphanage of one-third of a sum of $22,000, the other two-thirds going to the Home for Incurables, and the Home for Aged and Infirm Colored Persons.

Native converts to Christianity in Japan contributed last year over $25,000 to mission work. Yet the average wages of many of these converts will not exceed twenty cents a day.

Builders are now preparing bids for the contracts for erecting the memorial library building, to erect which Hon. S. B. Chittenden, of New York, has given Yale University $125,000. The structure will stand between the present library and the art school, fronting on the campus. The main building is to be one hundred feet, and three stories high. In a wing or extension, forty-six feet square, and of one story, is to be the reading room.

The will of the late Stephen M. Buckingham, of Poughkeepsie, N. Y., among other bequests provides the following: Trinity College, Hartford, Conn., $50,000; Vassar College, $8,000, to found the Catharine Morgan Buckingham scholarship, daughters of Episcopal ministers to be preferred in sharing its benefits; Episcopal Domestic and Foreign Missionary Society, $20,000.

Mr. W. W. Corcoran, of Washington, has

The trustees of Brown University, at the request of several local gatherings of the alumni, have voted to devote the Lyman bequest of $50,000 to the erection of a gymnasium, provided the alumni will raise $20,000 for the equipment. About $17,000 has been subscribed, with a good prospect of making up the remainder.

The estate of the late ex-Gov. Washburn, of Greenfield, amounted to $386,000, of which $329,000 was personal property. His bequests to his family and Smith College amount to $228,000. There remains $159,000 to

be

$7,000,000. He celebrated, December 27th, his eighty-ninth birthday. A good deal of this large sum has gone into schools of learning. It can never be estimated how much a man invests who gives money to a Christian school.

The late William Reed, of Sewickley, Pa., has left about $150,000 to be invested, and the interest each year to be divided into three equal parts, one of which is to be given to aid young men studying for the ministry of the United Presbyterian Church, another to be loaned to aid poor congregations to erect churches, and the third part to aid young men of the United Presbyterian Church who are studying for the ministry in foreign lands.

L. J. Curtis, the millionaire manufacturer of Meriden, Conn., has left $750,000 by his will to the Curtis Hóme for Old Women and Orphans, which he built and maintained at his own expense. His estate is worth $1,000,000. Episcopal charities get $20,000.

Rev. Eli Fay, formerly a pastor in New England, now in California, has offered to give to the Unitarians $750,000 to establish a female college in Massachusetts, provided enough is raised to make it a million, or land and buildings provided in some one of our towns or cities. An offer has been made in Worcester by the trustees of the Clark University, and an effort will be made in Cambridge, it is understood, to attract the endowment thither.

THE MISSION OF A CARD.

BY CARO CARVER.

The last afternoon mail had arrived in the bustling little city of Crompton, and Max Kre

Once more he read the three cards his letter contained. The first was a plain business card, on which was printed the name and residence of the pastor of the First Baptist Church, the hours of Sunday and week day service, together with the announcement that the seats were free, and all were welcome. Max simply gave this a glance.

The second he seemed to study with a critical air, remarking at last to himself:

Wouldn't

"Nice piece of penmanship, that. object if I could do as neat a thing myself. Nice throughout, too. First quality, gilt-edged, bevelled card. Don't believe every one gets one of these. Sounds decidedly personal, too," and he read his card aloud. This is what he read:

"MR. MAX KREWOLF-You are cordially invited to attend the Young People's Tuesday Evening Prayer Meetings in the First Baptist Church on Winthrop Street. Meetings at 7.30 P.M."

"I wonder who ever sent it," he continued. "Couldn't have known me very well. I've half a mind to go some night, just for the fun of tell

and I'm curious to see what a prayer meeting is like. I declare I will go some night."

"Thought I'd got a letter from home," he said regretfully. "This is only a drop lettercan't be a dun, fortunately. Got cards in itsome advertising dodge, I suppose." And he thrust it carelessly into his pocket, and started for the office.

There he found Mr. Newman impatiently waiting for him to translate a customers wants from broken German into plain English. So the letter passed entirely from his thoughts, until he found himself in his room, wondering how he should pass the evening to get the most fun out of it. Suddenly recollecting it, he took it out of his pocket, and carelessly tore it open.

His big, blue eyes opened wide as he read; then he gave a half laugh and said:

"Well, if this isn't rich! Wish I knew who sent it.

Can't even tell whether it was a lady or a gentleman. Gentleman, of course, though. But I don't particularly know any fellow there except Walt Holland, and this isn't his scribble, either. What's more, he wouldn't send it."

He slowly laid down the card he had been holding, and took up the third--a double Scripture card-and read: "God so loved the world that He gave His only-begotten Son; that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life."

"There is one God, and one mediator between God and men-the man, Christ Jesus.' I suppose that's from the Protestant Bible," he remarked, as he placed the three cards in the envelope, and slipped it into his pocket. "Can't send regrets, seeing I don't know who sent my invitation; so think I'll call some night."

A few minutes later he took up his hat and went out, saying, "I'll go get my beer now and see Jack. He will have some fun on hand."

Over on Chestnut Street, the Wednesday before Max got his invitation, sat four young' ladies, dear friends and earnest Christians. They were speaking of the meeting the evening before, and wishing that those who never went, might be brought in and led to the Master.

Suddenly one of them, who had been playing with an invitation that lay on the table, exclaimed:

"Why not send out a few invitations? I

don't mean just common ones, but something special."

Over this suggestion they talked and planned, until at last Ruth Holland agreed to use her talent for ornamental penmanship, and furnish a dozen invitations in her very best style. Each of them were to take three, which, with the regular church card and earnest prayer, they were to send to those who did not attend their meetings.

While Max sat reading his cards and wondering who sent them, Ruth Holland sat talking with her husband, Walter, Max's fellow clerk. "Walter, I've sent my first invitation to-day," she was saying, "and when I tell you to whom I have sent it, you will be as much surprised as I should have been this morning, if I'd been told that I should send my first invitation to Mr. Max Krewolf."

"You don't mean that you have sent it to Max!" exclaimed Walter in great surprise." "Precisely! Why?"

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Because, Ruth, I can't even imagine such a thing as his accepting it. He is a real goodhearted fellow, but all his family are strong Catholics. He isn't over-much given to churchgoing, but he goes to the Catholic church when he goes anywhere, and calls himself a Catholic. But how came you to send it to him?"

"It all came of my call at the office this P.M. While we were talking, I happened to look at him as he sat at his desk. Instead of the gay smile with which he greeted me as I came in, there was such a sad, grieved look in his face that I felt just as though I must say, 'Jesus cares; tell him,' but I didn't feel enough acquainted for that. But I thought of the invitation and came right home and sent him one. And, Walter, I added one of those double Scripture cards that you got me, which was ly. ing in my desk," and, continued Ruth, after telling him the verses, "I started to untie them and put something else in the place of the last one, but found if I did, it would miss the afternoon mail, so I sent it as it was, and I'm not sorry."

Max Krewolf walked briskly along to see his friend Jack; but somehow-he couldn't have told why--he found himself choosing the route that led by the Baptist church, although it was not his usual way.

Just as he passed, the young people were singing their opening hymn. Max loved music, and so walked by very slowly. The song was

wholly new to him, and struck his fancy. So he turned and walked by again. Then it occurred to him that, as it was Tuesday evening, it was the young people's prayer meeting, and that he had received an invitation to meet with them, and that some night he intended to accept. Should it be to-night? He took a few irresolute steps towards the door, and halted just as Walter and Ruth Holland arrived from the opposite direction.

Max bowed and said: "That's a sweet piece they are singing."

"Yes," replied Walter, "but come in, Max, and hear some others."

And Max actually accepted the invitation. Walter was not more surprised than Max himself, when he thought of it after he found himself seated beside Walter and Ruth in the cozy little prayer room, with the other young people.

How Max listened! The young people who formed that praying band were thoroughly in earnest, and Ruth said, going home, it seemed as though every one of them felt that the Master was with them, and calling them to tell what great things He had done for them.

The moment the meeting closed, Max hurried out; but not to go to Jack. He wanted to be alone and think. Out under the stars he could be himself, and not hear the new, strange voices that were calling so loudly to him.

But he was mistaken. The stars, the trees, and the soft night air only made the voices more distinct, and, when he hurried to his room and threw himself into a chair, with his back to the window, he found they had followed him to his home. Had they come to stay, he asked himself. Were the young people he had heard tonight mistaken, or was he?

He was strangely perplexed. Even into the land of dreams those new voices followed him, and invisible hands traced in golden letters the text on his Scripture card.

The two days that followed were crowded full of work; but work could not silence those persistent voices; for, above all the hurry and bustle, Max distantly heard them.

Thursday evening, as he passed a book store, in going home from the office, he went in with a determined air and put the half-wish of the last two days into the deed. Max Krewolf, the Catholic, walked home with a Protestant Bible in his pocket.

Hours pass as he devours the pages of his new

possession. Consternation, conviction, grief, and determination all stamp themselves upon his face as he reads. It is long past midnight when he closes the book and reverently kneels with the prayer of the publican upon his lips. Light comes to him, and he knows that the One Mediator has undertaken his. case, and that henceforth he (Max Krewolf), is not his own, but is his Master's. Even now, before he can fairly realize how all is changed for him, there comes into his heart a longing to tell his countrymen the good news; to cry to those who are lying bound, but unconscious of their fetters, that they are in bondage, and that there is One who will set them free. Oh, the love, the joy, and the longing that fill his soul !

With what a glad, solemn, humble heart Ruth Holland listened to the story Max told in the vestry of the church that evening! Still more glad, more humble, more thoroughly solemn is Ruth, when a few months later Max nakes known his determination to make the winning of souls to Christ his life work.

The mission of the card is just begun. Who can tell.what grand results will be revealed, when the books recording the deeds done here are opened!

The first General Assembly of Evangelical Missions in Mexico was held in the capital of the Republic, commencing Tuesday evening, January 31st, and closing Friday evening, February 3d. Through the kind hospitality of the teachers of the girls' school of the Presbyterian Mission, a social gathering of all the missionaries who had arrived was held on Monday evening. A goodly number of ladies and gentlemen were present from the various missions, besides distinguished visitors from the States. It does good in a foreign land to eat salt to

When the Assembly met on Tuesday evening there were seventy-three ministers on the platform, besides others scattered through the audience, which fairly filled the house. Augustin Palacios, an old man, a converted priest, presided.

"O Church of Christ, Arise !" was sung by three hundred voices, and the opening sermon was preached by Dr. J. M. Greene from these words: "So I prophesied, as He commanded me, and the breath came into them, and they lived and stood up upon their feet, an exceeding great army." God never abandons His people. In His own time He looks upon their distress. He converts dry bones into an army of living men. For this the power of man is helpless, but the Spirit of God is all-sufficient.

Wednesday morning, after hymns and prayers, the first business session opened, with Rev. W. H. Sloan presiding. Secretaries were elected, and ninety delegates took their seats. Most of the ladies present being the wives of missionaries, were not counted as delegates.

An essay was read by Rev. S. P. Craver, of the Methodist Episcopal Church (North), on the question, "What attitude should we hold with respect to the Roman Catholic Church?" The justification of our presence here is found in the fact of what that church has done and has failed to do, and in what Protestant Missions have done and propose to do.

In dealing with Romanism we should reject its Pagan baptism (?) as the act of an apostate church. We should reject their ordination as not intended to initiate men into the office of preachers of the Gospel, but into the power of transubstantiating the elements, of forgiving sins, and of transmitting grace by their acts. Should we expect to reform the Church of Rome, or to destroy it? If reformation has failed in the United States, where Protestantism is so strong, our only hope must be that the strong organization of Romanism will gradually disintegrate.

Rev. H. B. Pratt, of Virginia, and Mr. H. P. Hamilton, both representing the American Bible Society, presented the matter of revising the Spanish Bible. A committee composed of one representative from each denomination in the Assembly considered the subject, and sub