exclaiming, "Buy some nuts of a poor man, sir; twenty for a penny!" He looked up, and recognized his old barber.

"What are you selling nuts?" said he. "Ah, sir, I have been unfortunate."

"But this is no business for a man like you."

"Oh, sir, if you could only tell me of something better to do," returned the barber with a sigh.

Burger was touched. He reflected a moment; then tearing a leaf from his memorandum book, he wrote for a few moments and handed it to the man saying, "Take this to a printing office and have a hundred copies struck off; here is the money to pay for it. Get a license from the Prefecture of Police, and sell them at two cents a copy, and you will have bread on the spot. The strangers who visit Paris cannot refuse this tribute to the name of God printed in so many different ways."

The barber did as he was bid, and was always seen in the entrance to the Exposition, selling the following hand-bill:

THE NAME OF GOD IN FORTY-EIGHT LANGUAGES.

A few days after Burger met the barber.

"Well," said he, "has the holy name of God brought you good luck?" "Yes, indeed, sir. I sell on an average a hundred copies a day, at two cents each, or two dollars; but the strangers are generous; some give me ten cents and others twenty. I have even received half a dollar for a copy, so that, all told, I am making five dollars a day.

"Five dollars a day?"

"Yes, sir, thanks to your kindness."

"Ah!" thought Burger, as he walked away. "If I were not a literary man I would turn peddler or publisher; there is nothing so profitable as selling the learning or wit of others!"

BEAUTY OF JEWISH WOMEN.

BY THE EDITOR.

As a rule, the women of the East are not attractive. Georgian slaves bought by wealthy Turks, have been invested with a sort of fabulous beauty. Some possess it in reality. But their charms are not intended for eyes outside of their own harem. On the street they are carefully veiled. Their twinkling eyes, with painted brows and lashes, seen through the holes of the veil, only taunt one-as much as to say: "You would like to see me, would you?" At home, if such their harem can be called, none but the eye of their lord and his eunuchs dare behold them. The mass of pagan women are repulsively homely. But the beauty of Jewish women has been a subject of remark and admiration among all civilized nations. The finest female faces which the old masters painted are taken from Jewish models. In the East and in the West, amid the ice fields of the North, and the burning sands of the South, the daughter of Sarah, in point of beauty, is the belle of the world. Crushed by persecution, excluded from the social circle of pagan and Christian refinement, an object of scorn to nine-tenths of her sex, her beauty derives lustre from the darkness of her national doom-as night lustre gives to stars. Meekly, yet with hereditary pride, she cleaves to her despised people, as clave the devoted Ruth to Naomi.

Not that there are no homely Jewesses. The hand of disease and age blight her fair features. And many a youthful form is cast in an unattractive mould. But the types of Jewish women are above those of the men. Through an ancestry of a hundred generations they have inherited this lovely legacy. Sarah was a fair woman to look upon." "The Egyp tians beheld the woman that she was fair." And "the princes of Pharaoh commended her."

Not a few Jewish beauties, from Queen Esther down, captivated the proud hearts of the mightiest rulers of the earth. The sweetest and meekest of Jewish virgins gave birth to the world's Redeemer. And to this day the sparkling eyes, raven locks, and angelic faces of the maidens of Nazareth, reflect the charming image of her who was the fairest, the most favored, and the most blessed among women.

In this respect there is a perceptible difference between the men and women of the Jews. It is said that on his return from his eastern travels, Chateaubriand was asked if he could assign a reason for this. He replied: "Jewesses have escaped the curse which alighted upon their husbands, fathers and sons. Not a Jewess was to be seen among the crowd

of priests and rabble who insulted the Son of God; scourged Him, crowned Him with thorns, and subjected Him to infamy and the agony of the cross. The women of Judea believed in the Saviour, and assisted and soothed Him under affliction. A woman of Bethany poured on His head precious ointment, which she kept in vases of alabaster. She that was a sinner anointed His feet with perfumed oil, and wiped them with her. hair."

Mary bore the heavenly child, nursed Him, snatched Him from the cruel grasp of Herod, stamped her sweet image on the growing boy, and humanly speaking, helped to give Him that gentle, half-feminine cast, which enabled Him to love with the untiring tenderness of a woman. She followed Him in all his arduous sorrowful tours of mercy, was present at the cross, the nails which pierced Him, pierced her heart, and at the grave, with a sorrowing group around her, she seeks with infinite grief, her hidden child. Is it a marvel that with such a mother, Jesus should show special tenderness and compassion to woman? He raised from the dead the son of the widow of Nain, and the brother of Martha and Mary. He cured Simon's mother in-law, and the woman who touched the hem of His garment. To the Samaritan woman He became a spring of living water, and a compassionate judge to the adulterous woman. The daughters of Jerusalem wept over Him; the holy women accompanied Him to Calvary, and brought balm and spices to His grave; weeping they sought Him at the sepulchre. With divine pity the risen Saviour says to His tender, sorrowing friend: "Woman, why weepest thou?" After His resurrection he first appeared to Mary Magdalene, and called to her, Mary! The sound of His sweet voice opened her eyes, and she answered, "Master." All these were women-Jewish women. While Jewish men shrieked for the blood of our Saviour, He never received an unkind word or act from a Jewess. To this day some say beauty seems to linger on the brow of the daughters of Jerusalem, falling from the radiant face of Jesus.

A WORD TO MOTHERS.

"Dear mother," said a delicate little girl, "I have broken my china vase." "Well, you are a naughty, careless, troublesome little thing, always in some mischief. Go up stairs and stay in the closet till I send for you!"

And this was a Christian mother's answer to the tearful little culprit who had struggled with and conquered the temptation to tell a falsehood to screen her fault. With a disappointed, disheartened look, the sweet child obeyed; and at that moment was crushed in her little heart the sweet flower of truth, perhaps, never again in after years to revive to life. Oh, what were the loss of a thousand vases in comparison! 'Tis true, an angel might shrink from the responsibilities of a mother. It needs an angel's powers. The watch must not for an instant be relaxed. The

scales of justice must always be nicely balanced. The hasty word that the overtasked spirit sends to the lip must die ere it is uttered. The timid and sensitive child must have a word of encouragement in season; the forward and presuming checked with gentle firmness; there must be no deception, no trickery for the keen eye of childhood to detect; and all when the exhausted frame sinks with ceaseless vigils, perhaps, and the thousand petty interruptions and unlooked for annoyances of every hour almost set at defiance any attempt at system. Still must that mother wear an unruffled brow, lest the smiling cherub on her knee catch the angry frown. Still must she rule her own spirit, lest the boy, so apparently engrossed with his toys, repeat the next moment the impatient word his ear has caught. For all these duties faithfully and conscientiously performed, a mother's reward is in secret and in silence. Even he on whose earthly breast she leans, is too often unmindful of the noiseless struggle, until, too late, alas, he learns to value the delicate hand that has kept in unceasing flow the thousand springs of his domestic happiness. But what if, in the task that devolves upon the mother, she utterly fail? What if she consider her duty performed when the child is fed, and warmed, and clothed? What if the priceless soul be left to the chance training of hirelings? What if she never teach those little lips "Our Father ?" What if she launch her child upon life's stormy sea without rudder, or compass, or chart? God forbid that there should be many such mothers.

The plague of frogs is upon the land of Egypt. Frogs are everywhere -in their houses, upon their beds, upon their persons, everywhere are the filthy, loathsome creatures. Pharaoh feels the finger of God, he is convinced of his sin, begs Moses to entreat the Lord to remove the plague, and promises to obey God's command. Moses says, "Name the time;" and Pharaoh says, "To morrow."

What a strange, strange answer. A man tormented with a loathsome plague, yet on being asked when it shall be removed, he answers, "Tomorrow." Why is this? Does he not want the frogs removed at once? Of course he does, but he has promised to cease sinning when the plague shall be removed; and hence, if the frogs are removed at once, at once he must cease to sin. It is not because he wants the plague to remain, but because he wants to sin a little longer, that he says, "To-morrow." So unwilling is he now to cease his sin and obey God, that he is willing to endure a little longer the presence of the filthy creatures.

"He said, To-morrow," and that one word sealed his doom. The morrow came; and though the plague was removed, his heart was hardened. He continued in his sins. He began his swift and sure course to uter ruin. The plague of flies was placed in his path, but it stopped him not; on he went, for his heart was hardened. The plague of locusts was thrown in his way, but it stopped him not; on he went, for his heart was hardened. The tenth, the terrible plague, which was the death of all the first-born, was before him, but it stopped him not; on, on he went, leap

ing over every obstacle and dashing aside every obstruction, until a horrible death closed his career.

Here we have Pharaoh's sinning, his being told, by the messengers of God to cease his sin, his refusing to obey, his being threatened, his still continuing to sin, his being afflicted, his seeing his sin and promising to do right, his saying, To-morrow, his heart being hardened, and his doom made certain, his pressing on, in spite of obstacles, to destruction. This is a true picture of the life of the vast majority of those who go from a Christian land to dwell amid eternal burnings.

Like Pharaoh, they sinned. Like Pharaoh, they were told by the messengers of God to cease their sin. Like Pharaoh, they refused to do So. Like Pharaoh, they heard the threatenings of God. Like Pharaoh, they persisted in their sin. Like Pharaoh, they were afflicted. Like Pharaoh, they promised to cease sinning. But when? Like Pharaoh, they said, "To-morrow." Like Pharaoh, the morrow found their hearts hardened and their doom sealed. Like Pharaoh, they pressed on in the road to death. Though obstacle after obstacle was placed in their path, on they pressed for their hearts were hardened. Though personal sickness, family affliction, and national calamity were thrown in their way, on they rushed, for their hearts were hardened. Though the prayers of the church and the tears of their parents and the blood of a Saviour blocked up their road, on, on they rushed, on prayers and tears and blood, until they plunged into the world of woe.

If the Spirit of God has not for ever left you-if, in proof of this, you still have some inclination to forsake your sins and turn unto God, say not, A little longer in sin. Say not, A little more of this world. Say not, Another day, and I will go. That is saying, "To-morrow." says, "Come now, come to-day; come just as you are."—Am. Messenger.

Jesus

REASONS FOR GOING TO COLLEGE.

About fifty thousand young men in these United States are students in colleges. About one fortieth of the entire male population, between the ages of fifteen and twenty-one years, are enrolled on the collegebooks. Not more than two-thirds of these complete the course of study upon which they have entered, so as to become the alumni of a college. In this estimate we do not include the students in academies, high schools and seminaries, which embrace perhaps as many more of the same age, but we confine our attention to colleges. Nor do we include in this estimate the great body of students of medicine, law and theology, but simply under graduates. We find here an army of at least fifty thousand strong.

Perhaps a hundred thousand young men are now deliberating whether or not to " go to college," and for the advantage of this great multitude of young men is this article written.

To answer this question, consider a few facts. These facts illustrate a principle.

In LANMAN'S Dictionary of the United States Congress, published in 1864, the names and short biographies of three thousand eight hundred