The Birth of a Famous Hymn.

In the November issue of The Ladies' Home Journal Cleveland Moffett tells how the greatest of all singing evangelists, Ira D. Sankey, came to give the world a hymn that will live long after his voice is stilled. It was during Moody and Sankey's first visit to Great Britain. As they were entering a train at Glasgow, Mr. Sankey bought a copy of a penny religious paper called "The Christian Age.' Looking over it, his eyes fell on some verses, the first two lines of which read thus:

"There were ninety and nine that safely lay In the shelter of the fold."

"Mr. Moody," exclaimed Mr. Sankey, "I have found the hymn that I have been looking for for years.'

"What is it?" asked Mr. Moody.

"Its about a lost sheep."

Two days later, in Edinburgh, they held a great meeting in the Free Assembly Hall. As Dr. Bonar finished, Mr. Moody leaned over the pulpit and asked the singer if he had not a solo for the occasion. The thought of the verses he had read in the penny paper came to Mr. Sankey's mind, and opening his scrapbook, in which he had pasted the clipping, he placed it before him on the organ, and after a moment of silent supplication, struck a full chord and began to sing. And note by note came the now famous song. He composed it as he went along. What he sang was the joy that swelled in his own soul, hope that was born, the love for those who needed help. Thus he finished the first

stanza.

Then, as he paused and played a few chords waiting to begin again, the thought came to him: "Can I sing the second stanza as I did the first? Can I remember the notes?" And concentrating his mind once more for the effort, he began to sing. So he went on through the five stanzas and after the services he put the melody to music.

What to Eat.

We need four times as much of carbonaceous food as of nitrogenous and 50 times as much as of phosphatic, but most people take from 2 to 50 times these proportions of the carbonaceous. Butter, fats, oils, sugar, molasses, fine flour, rice, arrowroot, tapioca, sago, and sea mosses are almost wholly carbon, yet they are found, singly or in combination, on every table, no matter what is the

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Breathing and Sleeping.

Dr. W. R. C. Latson says that after the adoption of a proper diet two of the principal factors on which the conservation and increase of human vitality depend are breathing and sleeping. It is a fortunate thing that breathing is, of all the functions, the one most easily controlled and developed. The lungs may be small, shrunken and feeble, the chest may be collapsed and the vitality may be low, yet a few weeks of resolute training will often cause an incredible difference in the development and activity of the lungs, in the contour of the chest and in the general health and nervous vitality. Breathing is a potent element in improving nutrition. It accelerates the peristaltic movements of the stomach and intestines, so important in digestion; it oxidizes the food; it removes from the body through the lungs certain poisonous waste matters, the retention of which weakens and depletes the organism. Moreover, the erect atttitude, needful for proper breathing. is of itself an enormous economy of vital force.

The number of people who know how to sleep properly is comparatively small. As Dr. Latson says, there is a technique of sleep which few understand. Buffalo Bill says he gets in four hours all the sleep he needs in the 24, and Edison can work for a whole week with two hours of sleep daily, securing in that allowance as much rest as many people are able to derive from four times the amount of sleep.

What is needed by most people is not more sleep, but better sleep. The man who rises in the morning unrefreshed after eight hours sleep does not know how to sleep. In the first place, he probably eats too much, and his faithful organs, true to their trust, have been struggling all night to save his life. He has allowed his muscles to become and to remain contracted, and all night he has been holding them rigid. Let him reform his diet, studying to eat those foods which will give him the most energy at the least expenditure of vitality, and let him learn to relax the muscular system at will, and he will know again the sleep of childhood-the sleep which is restful because the body is unburdened and relaxed.

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They had just met, and conversation was somewhat fitful. Finally he decided to guide it into literary channels, where he was more at home, and, turning to his companion, asked:

"Are you fond of literature?"

"Passionately," she replied. "I love books

dearly."

"Then you must admire Sir Walter Scott," he exclaimed, with sudden animation. "Is not his 'Lady of the Lake' exquisite in its flowing grace and poetic imagery? Is it not'

"It is perfectly lovely," she assented, clasping her hands in ecstacy. "I suppose I have read it a dozen times."

"And Scott's 'Marmion,'" he continued, "with its rugged simplicity and marvelous description-one can almost smell the heather on the heath while perusing its splendid pages."

"It is perfectly grand," she murmured.

"And Scott's 'Peveril of the Peak' and his noble 'Bride of Lammermoor'-where in the English language will you find anything more heroic than his grand auld Scottish characters and his graphic, forceful pictures of feudal times and customs? You like them, I am sure."

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Waste in Cooking.

Professor Marshall, the noted English economist, estimates that $500,000,000 is spent annually by the British working classes for things that do nothing to make their lives nobler or truly happier. At the last meeting of the British association the president in an address to the economic section expressed his belief that the simple item of food waste alone would justify the above mentioned estimate. One potent cause of waste today is that very many of the women, having been practically brought up in factories, do not know how to buy economically, and are neither passable cooks nor good housekeepers. It has been estimated that in the United States the waste from bad cooking alone is over $1,000,000,000 a year!-Success.

One day a beggar man asked a passer-by for a quarter, with which to buy food for his starving family. The passer-by threw him a coin, and was hastening upon his way, when he heard a voice calling him to pause. It was the beggar man. "Sir," cried he, "the coin you gave me was not a quarter. It was a five-dollar gold piece. Here is four dollars and seventy-five cents in change." Was he not an honest beggar man?-[Exchange.

Faster Than the Express Train. Fournier bent low from his seat; one hand grasped the controller the other the steeringgear. Now a small boy-the one human institution which is the same the world oversqueezes through the wall and sprawls upon the highway. To Fournier he is a mere speck in the distance-a speck of dirt, or matter out of place. But the small speck raises a large problem. When that urchin rises to his feet will he attempt to cross the road? Will he return to the side whence he came? Or will he lose his head amidst the cries and the excitement and stand there right in the course? One glance, in which the figure of the sprawling lad is silhouetted upon the sensitive film of the brain; one glance, in which the master of the automobile measures every line and gesture and from them deduces a probability of action, and Fournier's decision is reached. He does not check his speed. He is going to chance it. From behind his great goggles Fournier's eyes measure the distance and the corresponding time. If the boy steps backward all will be well. If he steps forward to the center of the narrow path-some one else will win the international automobile race from Paris to Berlin while Fournier stops to satisfy the law's demands by attending the inquest. Now Fournier can hear the people shouting at the youthful intruder-two hundred feet and two seconds remain. The boy starts backward, but he is too slow. He has very poor calculation of distance and time. He may gauge the approach of swift locomotives, but the swifter automobiles are beyond his ken. Ah! a soldier thrusts out his hand, grabs the youngster's jacket, and, with a quick jerk of his forearm, pulls him in. The big white racing machine rushes over the spot, amid guttural cries of relief from the excited multitude. Fournier's flash of divination had flashed true.-Walter Wellman in "Faster than the Express Train; the Automobile Race from Paris to Berlin," profusely illustrated, in the November McClure's.

A Steerable Balloon.

M. Santos-Dumont, the famous amateur balloonist, refuses to write of his own achievements, but has consented to the pub lication in the November Century, of an article on his invention, by Sterling Heilig, in which his views are clearly stated.

"Suppose you buy a new bicycle or automobile," he says. "You will have a perfect machine to your hand; but it does not necessarily mean that you will go spinning with it over the highways. You may be so unpractised that you fall off the bicycle or blow up the automobile. The machine is all right, but you must learn to run it. That is what I am doing with my air-ship."

This is what the crowds of Parisians who have been following M. Santos-Dumont's aerial evolutions take but imperfectly into account; and the readers of the daily papers in far-off lands, who hear of his trials and narrow escapes only by way of garbled and hurriedly written cable dispatches, are still less likely to appreciate it. Everything about the navigation of the air is new; newest of all is the art-practised only by this daring youthof diving and mounting obliquely in the air by means of his propeller force. In the complicated and novel task of putting an air-ship through its best paces, much must necessarily be at the mercy of chance details. Thus a trial trip whose start and finish were witnessed by scarcely twenty-five persons was much more satisfactory than the succeeding day's official trial before the Technical Committee of the Deutsch Prize Foundation and a brilliant tout-Paris assemblage.

On this occasion (the morning of July 13, 1901) M. Santos-Dumont sped straight through the air above western Paris to the Eiffel Tower, turned round it, and returned to his starting point, a distance of eleven kilometers (nearly seven miles), in thirty-nine minutes, and this in spite of a new petroleum motor that was discovered to be working imperfectly, shortly after starting. The day be.. fore, while going over the same course, he found that his right-hand rudder-guide had become loose. This happened near the Eiffel Tower. Without sacrificing a cubic inch of gas, he descended to the ground by means of his shifting weights; that is to say, he pointed the nose of his cigar-shaped balloon obliquely downward and navigated to the surface of the earth by means of his propeller. There he procured a ladder and repaired his rudder-guide. Then he mounted into the air and resumed his course without sacrificing a yound of ballast; that is to say, he pointed the balloon's nose obliquely upward by means of the shifting-weights, and so navigated on high again by the force of his propeller.

To those who know anything about dirigible balloons, these evolutions, simple as they appear, constitute M. Santos-Dumont's greatest triumph. They have never been accomplished by any other aeronaut.

Pat. July 25, 1899.