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PAGE LIVERPOOL, SUNDAY IX. Illustrated by A. R.
Quinton. Greater Liverpool—The DocksSeamen of the World- Art Galleries and Libraries – Liverpool Life-Eminent Citizens - Social Problems-Races and ReligionsSunday Morning-Churches and Preachers - Darker Liverpool—The Lower Levels “Little Ireland " -The Children the Greatest Problem - Among the Sailors — With the Moslems, etc.
.168, 246, 307, 376, 441 Log-Line, The. Rev. N.
MALMESBURY : AN OLD ENGLISH Town.
Henry Walker. Illustrated by A. R. Quinton 773 Maoris, A Pioneer Amongst the. Rev. A. R. Buckland, M.A..
381 Mashonaland. 1. C. Collings
521 Memorable Room, A. Where early meetings
of L. M. S., R. T. S., and B. & F. B. S., were held. Henry Morris .
291 Middle Wall of Partition, The. Rev. H. Macmillan, D.D., LL.D. .
765 Moosonee, Diocese of. illustrated :
Napier Tablet at Belfast. S. C. Lowry
739 Sinai Postman
132 Story of an Oasis
806 Nicene Fathers, One of the. Rev. *. Hastings 717
PAGE African Dorp, Afternoon Tea in a South . 325 Continental Sundays for England
385 Corfu, A Recollection of. (See Nicene A pocrypha, The Old Testament: 'The Recent
Fathers.) Revision. S. G. Green, D.D. 297 Criticism, The Place of. Lily Watson
461 Appreciation of the Evangel, The.' Rev. John Watsun“ Jan Maclaren."
571 ATHENS, Ax EASTER AT.
Daily Work, On. Lily Watson
358 At Home to Our Poor Relations. N. Gregory. 189
England One Hundred and Sixty Years Ago. BABYLON, A NEW RECORD FROM. Theophilus
J. P. Hobson, M.A.
427 G. Pinches
373 Epistles in their Social Relations. w. sievens. 211 Bede, Death of. Leslie Keith:
531 BIOGRAPHY :
FIJI AND ITS PEOPLE. Bede, The Death of. Leslie Keith
Rev. J. Telford, M.A. 531
A Cannibal Feast — First Landing – First Blackwood, Sir Arthur. Rev. J. P. Hobson 551
Fruits-A Story of the Sea-Transformation Carlyle as a Religious Teacher. Rev. S. G.
-Native Customs-Sacred Groves-A Chief Green, D.D.
242 Charles, Elizabeth Rundle, Author of "The
as Missionary–Native Church-Pastimes
Local Government-Coolie Labourers .
113 traits and Facsimiles:
GLASGOW : • THE BELOVED GREEN SPOT."
661 Illustrated. St. Mungo's—Charitable Insti-
391 tutions - Mr. Quarrier's Work — Common Butler, Bishop
317 Lodging-Houses-A School of Economy-
465 Industrial Reforms—Glasgow University-
791 “Goddess of Mercy,” The Life of the. Års. T.
161 Goodwin Sands, off the.' Rev. T. s. Treanor : 222
724 Matthews, Rev. Joseph, Pioneer among
Handwriting of Famous Divines. (See Bio
HOMEspuÝ HOMILIES. Mrs. Scott Moncrieff:-
532 Napler Tablet, The
390 Spurgeon, Charles Haddon
215 Blind at Peking, School for the : Blind Peter.“
723 On Being Good
50 C. P. Gordon Cumming
34 Boers, Life among the
778 Books, On the Choice of. Lily Watson 313 Hydah Indians, A Story of the
742 Burmans, Among the. Illustrated from Photographs
INVALID'S CORNER :CANTERBURY, A Long Day is. I. P. Mayo.
Dignity of Suffering
52 Sir Thos. More and Erasmus-A Repentant Monarch - A High Civic Hospitality
Japan, Police of. Catherine Gurney
156, 237 Genius's Scapegrace-In the Cathedral - A
JAPAN, SUNRISE IN. Katharine Tristram. Legend of the Crypt-Mysteries and Horrors
Illustrated from Photographs :-Monuments—Great Ecclesiastics—Present
After the War
438 Day Canterbury.
515 Carlyle as a Religious Teacher. “Rev.'s. G.
652 Child Makers of Musie. ' Leslie Keith
Jewish Legends, Worms and its. Rev. I. Christianity, A Plea for, by a Disciple of Con
85 CHRISTIANITY, WHAT IT
Johannesburg : The City of Gold. 'D. Burford
Knives, Concerning. Ida Lemon .
Boundaries. Rev. Hugh Macmillan, D.D.,
491 Permanence of the Home Dependent on
Leaves from My Journal (Catherine Gurney): Christianity 151 Police of Japan. Ilustrations
Pardon Day in Brittany.
623, 651 Patrick, St. .
An Old Fashioned Girl." Norah Mc-
220 At Evening Time it shall be Light : 595 Beginning Again. Mrs. Mayo.
229 Burden, The
32 Dragon-Slayer. Christian Burke
372 “Dwelling of Light, The."
.” Lily Watson 384 Easter, The First. Beatrice Radford
357 Fellowship of His Sufferings
666 Freedom. Edward Medland White. 586 He will guide you into all Truth. Beatrice Radford
178 “ Herein is Love." Ida lemon
295 Joy of Saving. E. M. Dawson
637 Master Builder, The. Mrs. Mayo
150 “ Mine Eyes were Holden." M. Hedderwick Browne
188 Motber's Treasures. Emily Seaver:
Stones of Fair Colours. Mary Roucles
“Thy Will be Done"
Prophet of a Falling Kingdom : 'Scenes ani
450, 525, 596, 658
Scotland One Hundred and Sixty Years Ago.
See also Homespun Homilies - New
Light on Ancient Ways-Invalid's
Appreciation of the Evangel, The. Rev.
millan, D.D., LL.D.
Jeremiah : The Prophet of a Falling
525, 596, 658
Pauses in Life. j.
Religions Use of the Imagination. Rev.
SCRIPTURE STUDIES, SERMONS, AND Devo- Stories from the Mission Field: Found after
Many Days. A Story of the Hydah Indians.
Sarah Geraldina Stock
Too Late. ieslie Reithi
53 Competitions .
65, 133, 200, 270, 336,
406, 474, 542, 610, 676, 745
352 Sunday in Liverpool. (See Liverpool.)
365 SYMPOSIUM PAPERS. Lily Watson -
Exercises for the Young 64, 133, 201, 270. I On the Choice of Books
D. Alcock. Illustrated by Frank I'add. 1, On Travel
TARSUS OF TO-DAY. John Foster Fraser 417
THINGS NEW AND OLD:
At Any Cost. · M. B. Manwell.
Deeds, Not Words
" Good-Bye!" -- and How D'Ye Do!"
Not the Half, but the whole
E. M. Green
Little Professor. E. M. Green.
Peacemaker, The. Leslie Keith
Town PROBLEMS, SOME, by the Author of
"Sunday in East London." Social Isolation
Voice of Melody. Mary E. Palgrave 477
Travel, On. Lily Watson
Aaron the Woodman. Harry Davies 668
203 New York Reform
476 Fresh Air for City Children
747 Passover in New York
748 Homicide in U.S.A.
612 Prayer, A Standard Book of
134 Hovas, Christianity of the
203 Pundita Ramabai .
611 Japan, Christian Literature in
811 Railway Mission Cors
476 Religion of Charm and Nostrum
544 Khama's Visit to England
204 Stowe, The Late Mrs. H. B.
747 Li Hung Chang and the Bible
811 Stundists, The
272 L. M. S.'s Convention
66 Sunday Closing in New York.
134 Lynching in America
338 Sunshine and Calm
746, 811 Maclaren's, Dr., Jubilee
544 Sweden, Sunday-school Work in
135 Tammany Hali
66 Madagascar and France :
203, 679, 812 Tarsus in Asia Minor
679 Madagascar, French in
66 Temperance Farm Colony
407 Madagascar, Local Veto in
475 Tolstoy, Count
271 Madagascar under French Rule
747 Manning, “Spiritual Mother" of Cardinal 338 Turkey, American Missions for
68 Mantze People, The “ Wild West " of China 812 | Turkey, American Missionaries in
339 Matabeleland, After the War
811 Uganda, Progress in
340 Missionary Advance
543, 812 Vishnuvite Singing Christian Hymns
544, 812 White, Late Mr. John.
many lights still burning in the casements of the high, narrow, irregular houses. The breath of coming events, like the cold breeze that foreruns the dawn, had stolen over the minds of men and made them restless. Party strife ran high, strong passions were awakened, new and old opinions strove together for the mastery. But over all there brooded still the dread shadow of a baneful tyranny Philip of Spain, from his distant gloomy lair, ruled over men's bodies : while in horrible unison, the two tyrannies being in truth but one,
the Inquisition-or what was the Inquisition in all but the name-claimed to rule over their souls.
But in the Sixteenth century, as in every other, people for the most part lived out their own lives, with little thought enough of the larger life surging around them, unless such thought was forced upon
them by some personal wrong or oppression. So it must be with the many, if the world is to go on at all. No matter how we are ruled, or by whom,
“We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest.”
-else are we like to go foodless and shelterless.
Still, it is very rare for an educated, thoughtful man, with a keen intellectual life, to feel no sympathetic throb of the pulse in harmony with the life around him. A man of this type would walk alone amongst his fellows, as far away from them as if he were a spirit from the distant past, or a thing of the stuff of which prophetic dreams of the future are made.
Such a man sat in Antwerp, in his private room, on this night of the year of grace 1565. The room was high up, in a high house overlooking the Place aux Gants, and so
the great cathedral that the “ melodious clangour” of its many bells, so sweet yet so loud, might well have proved distracting to a solitary student. But no sense is dulled so easily by habit as that of hearing; and it would have taken more than the bells of Antwerp to disturb Adrian Perrenot when once he was seated at his books.
Nature had dealt kindly with him. His face was refined and thoughtful, noble rather than handsome, with a great forehead, large grey eyes, and sensitive mouth half hidden by a beard, brown like the rumpled hair which ‘his careless hand tossed aside. His tall spare figure, when erect, was not ungraceful, though he did not show it to advantage, leaning on his elbows and stooping over the table, his shoulders covered with a frayed and faded cloak.
A lamp burned before him, illumining the pages of a great open book. This tho immortal work of Vesalius, the father of modern anatomy. Adrian Perrenot, Doctor of Medicine, had sat at the feet of this great teacher at the University of Padua, where he took his degree and his licence. He could, and did, practice the healing art, but his heart was not in it. The devouring, all-consuming passion that urged him on,-making him forego not only the lighter amusements but the deeper joys of life - was not the desire to do, but the longing to know. Had he prayed (but he did not pray) all his prayer would have been, “Let me know something more.''
His passion was utterly impersonal. There was not a trace in it of vanity, scarcely a trace of ambition. He wanted to know, he did not want men to know that he knew. He longed for the discovery of new truths, he did not care particularly to be their discoverer. He yearned for the crown of knowledge, not for the crown of fame.
He pushed the book of Vesalius aside, and bent low over an unfinished drawing. It represented a human hand, with bones and sinews, veins and muscles, displayed with the utmost attainable accuracy. He dared to think that, in this work of his own, he was adding something of importance to the delineations of Vesalius ; that this handhis hand—showed points of anatomy never before observed or depicted. That he had found them was of no particular importance, that every one henceforward should be able to find them was of infinite importance. He began eagerly to compare his own drawing with that in the book; and was far too intently, and too happily, engrossed with his work to notice the passing of many footsteps outside his door to the attic chambers above. These footsteps indeed were stealthy, and carefully hushed, still in stairs and passages boards will sometimes creak.
But presently he paused for a moment, as a sound from the room overhead fell upon his ear. Not the sound of voices, but the sound of one voice, rising and falling in solemn cadence, as though a man were speaking to God for men, or to men for God. Beguiled for a moment into a passing thought of the trivial affairs of his fellow-creatures, Adrian said to himself, “So that heretic is preaching again to-night-he will be caught some day, and there will be a pile in the Grande Place !” and then, with something between a shrug and a shudder, “ What fools men are, to be sure !-Holy Saints! The lamp !”
For the wick of the lamp sank suddenly in its socket, and the room was in darkness. “Henry!” the physician called aloud, “Henry !”
No answer. Again and again he repeated the call. Always without result.
Muttering a malediction on his pupil, he rose to go in search of him. The next room opened into his; and he assumed from the light under the door, that it was not untenantel.
Nor was it. The pupil, a mere boy, seemed to be already as keen a student as his master. He stood before a shelf at the far end of the room, absorbed in the pages of a ponderous book, beside which he had, rather insecurely, placed his lamp.
Adrian came behind him, and looked. When he saw the book he was devouring, his broad brow contracted, and his face flushed with anger, the sudden anger of a gentle-tempered scholar.
How is this ?” he said, seizing the boy by the collar of his doublet. - Have I not told thee never even to touch that book-never to look within it?”
Henry started, flushed, thrust something hastily into his sleeve, then turned quickly and faced his master. His was a fair face, smooth and boyish, English in its expression, lighted with deep blue eyes and crowned with golden hair. master,” he said in tones trembling between wrath and fear, “but I found it unlocked-so I thought you did not care.
Adrian stood self-convicted. With his usual thoughtlessness he had forgotten to lock the heavy iron clasp of the forbidden book. This did not make him more placable. “ What matters that, sirrah?" he answered sharply. "I forbade
“ Pardon me,