youth, with a deeply thoughtful face, and a soul thrilled with apostolic fire. Mrs. Spalding was as delicate as a sea shell. She could draw, paint, spin, weave and knit. Narcissa Whitman was beautiful. Her golden hair shone like the sun, and her voice in song was enrapturing. How did they cross the wide prairies and plains, these delicate women the very first of their sex who had attempted it? How did they cross the big rivers and snow-capped mountains? Why were they not captured or killed by the Indians? Who can describe the hardships, the weary days and nights of thatough journey of 3,500 miles? Poor Mr. Spalding seemed to be the victim of circumstances. He was kicked by a mule, shaken by the ague, stripped of clothing, blankets and tent, by a tornado, crowded into the water by an awkward cow, but, catching hold of her tail, was pulled out by the same animal. At one time he was sorely tempted to return to New York, but his wife, who was far from well, brought him to himself by the remark: "I have started for the Rocky Mountains, and I expect to go there!" Narcissa Whitman was equally heroic. At last, after sundry experiences with streams and mountain sides, and canyons and Indians, and hunger and thirst, and unspeakable fatigue, these bride heroines these blessed missionary women, descended the Blue Mountains and looked into the valley of the Columbia River. Mt. Hood in the distance gave them welcome. The bridal tour was ended The capture of the Northwest for Christ was begun. The story of the work of Marcus and Narcissa Whitman among those Indians and of all that Dr. Whitman achieved for the United States is too familiar to be repeated here. It seems a mystrious Providence that after eleven years of sacrificial service, their own beloved Indians, for whom they had prayed, and to whom their unwearied hands had ministered in sickness and distress, should have been left to such an act of human butchery. The massacre took place on the 29th of November, 1847. Fourteen persons at the Mission were murdered. D-. Whitman sat at his desk reading. Sev eral Indians were in the house, as usual One of these sat down by his side, and, to attract his attention, asked for medicine. Another came behind him with a tomahawk concealed under his blanket. (I have seen that tomahawk.) With two heavy blows on the back of the doctor's head, he brought him to the floor. Another sprang forward and cut his throat. Yet he lingered until night. While Narcissa bent over her wounded! husband, mingling her tears with hisblood, she was shot, and fell to the floor, but arose and continued to minister to the dying one. She prayed for her husband, she prayed for her adopted Indian children, she prayed for her murderers! But why distress you with further particulars? Let us take comfort that the seed thus sown in sacrifice and blood has yielded a rich harvest for our Lord. For Whitman College is one result, Whitman College, which 's sending out consecrated young men and women to carry on the work so heroically begun by Marcus and Narcissa Whitman. Not long ago, Mr. Broad and I stood upon the spot where these martyr missionaries gave their lives daily for those deluded Indians. We stood upon the spot from whence they went home to receive the martyr's crown. We stood by that lonely grave at Waiilatpu, six miles from Walla Walla, Wash. And the words of Christ came to us with new significance: "He that saveth his life-shall lose it." "He that loseth his life-for my sake, and the Gospel's, the same shall save it." -Courtesy of The Home Missionary, October number. THE HOME MISSIONARY. In the December number of the Home Missionary are found two masterly addresses "made at Des Moines, one by Dr. S. P. Cadman, and the other by Dr. N. D. Hillis, both of Brooklyn, N. Y. The two addresses supplement each other. Dr. Cadman takes us to the heights where we can see all the outstanding features and glorious possibilities of home missionary work. Dr. Hillis, in a masterly manner, illustrates, from the annals of the society and from his own personal experience as a home missionary, the nature of the workman and his work, and of its splendid results. Together these addresses constitute an appeal for the continued support of home evangelization, which has never been surpassed in power." By ROBERT E. SPEER. Every man is tempted. Jesus was. In enduring temptation he simply submitted himself to the inevitable lot of man. Every man can overcome temptation. Jesus did. In overcoming temptation he proved that it can be done, and he did this on purpose to encourage men to have heart in their struggle, and to provide them with his example as a stimulus. and his life as a help in their battle. flee, we are in no position to fight them until we have located them and measured their strength. II. Go at them. Smite them. Acquire the joy of battle "which warriors feel in foemen worthy of their steel." Most of our foemen will not be worthy. Their blood is tainted, but they need to be slaughtered, and the fight is a worthy fight. Look upon the effort to overcome temptation as a military enterprise in which strategy is to be matched against strategy, and patience against patience, and give no quarter. This is a war in which the principles of civilized warfare are not recognized. Our foes are traitors, murderers, devoid of honor. They will willingly make treaties only to make them a cover of dastardly attack. Temptation should be fought without There are two methods of conflict with temptation. One is to take temp tations one by one and deal with them. The other is to deal with the principle of all temptation, and by establishing the contrary principle in the life to break the back of all temptations. The two methods must be combined in all successful warfare against temptation. The following suggestions may help compromise. some men in their effort: I. Define your temptations. What are they? Many men have been defeated because they have never uncovered their foe. They are blind to what it is that is assailing them. The first essential in warfare is to locate the enemy. Sit down alone and examine your own life. See what it is that is weakening you or destroying you. Make this examination mercilessly. Do it in the presence of Christ, where the truth stands out clearly, and where evil and shame are unmistakably revealed. Write down on paper, "My temptations are so and so-physical, intellectual, moral." This will often be half the battle. There are some enemies which will only attack us under cover or in the dark, where they know their real weakness will be -concealed. Once expose them and they flee And even if they are not going to III. Don't be afraid to escape from them. If experience has shown that in open battle we are no match for them, let us decline open battle and wait. This is not cowardly. For a hundred Boers to decline to fight in the open veldt with a British regiment was not cowardice. They were ready enough to fight and to give odds of three or four to one, but ten to one was a little heavy. If books or pitcures are too much for men, the only courageous thing to do is to shut one's eyes to them. That is the only right thing to do at any time. In fighting a foe with a catagious disease, it is as allowable to run him through with a sword as to seize him in one's arms and wrestle with him. Keep as far from the touch of temptation as possible, in this war, and if certain circumstances always produce certain temptations, stay 2way from those circumstances. IV. Don't seek temptations. In the ordinary course of life each man will get all the temptations he can handle. If he goes out of his way to get more, he will get what he cannot handle. What comes to us we may safely meet. God had assured us that no man shall have more than he can master. But if we go hunting for it, we shall certainly get more than we are strong enough to handle. And we shall bear the scars and blemish of them. This is one reason why we have no business trying to learn about evil. We will learn all right, and the accursed knowledge will abide as a putrefaction in our souls. What right have we to pray "Lead us not into temptation" and then deliberately walk in? V. Crowd them out. If our temptations come to us through reading, read only good things, which will so flood the mind with pure thoughts as to expel evil. If they come to us from sedentary habits, take exercise, breathe fresh air, run, find wholesome activity, that these innocent energies may submerge all evil tendencies. Often if we lock arms with temptation in direct conflict, it will only hang to us with a death-like grip. The best way to get rid of such temptation is to lift life into a new atmosphere, where it cannot survive. This is one of the benefits of Jesus's companionship. Evil things die there from suffocation. VI. Don't be afraid to break with lepers. If we have been associating with a crowd, and find that that crowd is a school of sin and a breeding-place of temptation; and if we have tried to change the character of the crowd and have failed, then the only thing to be done that is consistent with honor and high-mindedness is to come out from among the lepers. Isolate them. I know that young men resent this counsel. They say it is too close to Pharisaism. There is something closer still. It is to be afraid to call a liar a liar, to be so sudsy and confused in one's moral standards and bearings as not to dare to stand out sharply distinct from men who represent wrong things, and who will not break with them. "Come out," says Paul, "Be ye separate." VII. Never say die. Accepting the help of Christ, be sure of victory and fight. The spirit in which men should. war with evil is the spirit in which Krapf lived and fought for Africa. When he had buried his wife and babe in Mombasa, he wrote that his soul and body wept for many days, but he added, "Tell our friends at home that there is now on the East African coast a lonely missionary grave. This is a sign that you have commenced the struggle with this part of the world; and as the victories of the Church are gained by stepping over the graves of her members, you may be the more convinced that the hour is at hand when you are summoned to the conversion of Africa from its Eastern shore." Later, when there had been martyrdoms at Uganda, he wrote in one of his last letters: "Real missionaries and their friends must never be discouraged at whatever appearance things may assume from without. They must act like a wise general. When he is beaten back on one point he attacks the enemy on another point, according to the plan he has previously laid out. And in all cases true missionaries and their friends must be mindful of the memorable words which were spoken by the French Guard at the Battle of Waterloo: 'La garde ne se rend pas, elle meurt The Guard does not surrender, it dies.'" And so in a man's battle with temptation, though he fall, let him rise again. We are only "baffled to fight better." In the very hour of our enemies' victory, let us rise and strike them in the face. What is he that he should prevail over us? We are the men who should overcome even as Christ. ST. LOUIS, Mo., Dec. 5, 1904. The last week of the World's Fair found the Burns cottage as much in evidence as at any other time of the Exposition, for there is no gainsaying the fact that no other institution at the Exposition was altogether as popular. And the very last night was one of the most delightful of the whole period, although the meeting of old friends was tinged with melancholy at the near approach of separation, and, in the words of the poet, "There stands a tear in either eye, -was the sentiment of each one present. It was good to be there, but it was sad that the end was so soon after the many pleasant times that friends had met together under the hospitable roof of the little cot. Across the way stood the imposing British pavilion, its beauties unseen in the darkness of the night, and not a tithe as much had it done for the British at the World's Fair as the tiny cot across the way, around which clustered so many pleasant associations, all of which came to mind on that last night. Hundreds stood awaiting an opportunity to get into the cottage for a last look at the mementoes of the well-beloved poet, but it was found impossible to permit all who desired to enter, and only those who had recived cards were allowed within the turnstile. These included the members of the Burns Cottage Association and their friends. And besides, there were the neighbors of the Burns Cottage, all those who had spent the last seven months in the pleasant proximity of the delightful neighborhood, daily contact having bound them more closely in the bonds of friendship than one would think possible, considering the great geographical differences that existed. There was, for instance, a representative of the Chinese Government, in his flowing robes, with braided queue, who dropped in to pay his respects to the representatives of the association and to say a long farewell to the cottage. The Commissioners-General of the Holland, Austrian and Swedish Buildings were present. A representative of the German Empire came with congratulations and earnest good wishes, and with him was a representative of the Belgian Government, who expressed the pleasure it had been to meet the congenial people who were always to be found at the Burns Cottage. Then there were members of the press, every paper in the city being represented by those who will always have a kindly remembrance of the 'courteous treatment of the sons of Old Scotland, whom they met upon so many occasions at the cottage. The time flew on wings as the guests gathered around the President of the Burns Cottage Association, Mr. J. W. Dick, and congratulated him on his own splendid personal work and the work of the Burns Cottage Association in giving to the world such an opportunity to see the many beautiful relics of the Scotch poet and in keeping the latchstring out "for Scotland's fame," thousands having found a welcome in the hospitable place. Of course there must be songs, and no one ever sang the songs of Burns in sweeter voice than Mr. William Portous, the famous St. Louis singer. Mr. John Gordon, of Edinburgh, added his beautiful tenor in many Scotch songs. Henry Campbell and Mrs. Grace Patterson also gave a number of delightful solos. There were refreshments, too, not omitting the famous, "Scotch" punch, for which the cottage has been noted. At 10 o'clock it was announced that the time of parting had come, as the lights were to go out at 12 and many wished to be present at the ceremony on Art Hill, at which President Francis was to turn out the lights and declare the Exposition at an end. At 10 o'clock every one in the Burns Cottage went outside, and, joining hands around the cottage, sang that sweetest of Scotch songs, which all the world loves as well, "Auld Lang Syne." The last notes were pathetic, with the tremor in the voice of those who hated this saying farewell to the pleasant times of the Summer. After the last handshake the guests separated and each turned for a last look as he left the avenue that led to the cottage. But the Burns Cottage was not forgotten in the later exercises of the evening. President Francis had touched the lever that turned out the lights for the last time and left the beautiful scene in darkness, the whole incident being fraught with most dramatic features. Afterwards a little party of gentlemen gathered at the Alps for supper after the trying day's work. President Francis sat at the head of the table, around which were gathered his friends, among them President J. W. Dick of the Burns Cottage. Then the leader of the band, one of the finest the world has ever seen, Mr. Karl Komzak, announced that as a tribute to the Burns Cottage he would end the musical programme of the evening with "Auld Lang Syne." Then tired. men arose to the occasion, and as the inspiring strains rang out they joined hands and sang a jolly chorus, led by Mr. George Wright of the Burns Cottage Association. It was really the very last event of a day never to be forgotten by those who took part in its exercises. As the last note of the familiar refrain died away the gentlemen arose, touched one another's hands in the last good-by, passed out of the gateway, and so ended the greatest Exposition that the world. has even seen, with not a little of which Old Scotland and those who love and are jealous of her fame have much to remember and be proud of. The next day the members of the Burns Cottage Association presented to Karl Komzak, in token of their esteem for his courtesies of the night before, a handsome framed picture of the poet Burns. During the Exposition period there visited the Burns Cottage 124,000 persons and there are not many buildings that have a better record. It is with the greatest pleasure that one may record the fact that the day of the Burns Cottage is not over, and that, in fact, the Exposition incident is likely to prove only the beginning of a great movement by the Scotchmen of St. Louis. On the night of November 25 a dinner was given at the Burns Cottage in honor of President Francis. At this dinner a Burns Club was talked of in a tentative manner, but nothing formal was done in regard to its organization. Since the close of the Fair the subject has begun to take form and a Burns Club is now an assured fact. It is suggested that the Burns Cottage be allowed to remain upon its present site and be made the rendezvous of the club. Great enthusiasm is manifested in the plans, and if it be possible to secure the location, which is part of the grounds of Washington University, the plans will be carried out. The Burns Club will certainly be formed and in a few days organization will take place. It will be sure to |