to bring about the wonderful success which it has attained in the twenty-three years of its existence. He remained an honored member of the Cornell Faculty until his death, which occurred Mry 22, 1874, and the memory of his worth as a man, and his achievements as an educator, remains a precious legacy to the institution to which the best efforts of his life were given.

Prof. Evans was one of the first, and remained until his death one of the most prominent members of the American Philological Society, and contributed to the discussions before that body a number of valuable and instructive papers on the Welsh. He made a close study of the Welsh language and literature, and was recognized as pre-eminent authority in this branch of scholarship. Questions affecting the authenticity of Welsh history or the construction of the Welsh language were frequently referred to him, and his decision was accepted as final. The broad scope of his knowledge embraced an intimate acquaintance with science in many of its complex phases, and among his contributions to the literature of these subjects, his articles in Silliman's Journal of Science on "Meteors" and "The Action of Oil Wells" may be mentioned as full of reliable and important information, and illustrating his versatility and pains.taking care.

To sum up the educational and lit erary attainments of Prof. Evans, it may be said that he was a scholar in the widest sense, familiar with many

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cess with his young charges, and the strong hold which he had upon their affection and admiration. His clear and comprehensive brain, with his remarkable capacity for creating an impression of power combined with gentle forbearance, won the hearts of his pupils, and their willing feet followed him gladly along the paths of learning.

The death of Prof. Evans occurred

after a long illness, the intense pain and weakness attending which he bore with heroic fortitude. When finally the end came, he died calmly in the assured belief of a blessed immortality. He left behind him as part of

his unfinished life-work a History of Wales, on which he had made considerable progress, when his health failed, and he was compelled to relinquish his literary labor. Had he lived to complete the task, there is no doubt the story of Welsh life and character would have been greatly enhanced in interest by the light thus thrown on the subject. Honored by all who knew him, his pure character and scholarly fame are precious legacies to his family.

It is no small commendation to manage a little well. He is a good wagoner that can turn in a little room. To live well in abundance is the praise of the estate, not of the person. I will study more how to give a good account of my little, than how to make it more.-Bishop Hall.

BECAUSE half a dozen grasshoppers

under a fern make the field ring with their importunate chink, whilst thousands of great cattle, reposing beneath the shadow of the British oak, chew the cud and are silent, pray do pot imagine that those who make the noise are the only inhabitants of the

field.-Burke.

When hill and dale were full of bloom
That our dear sister sought the tomb.

A faithful Christian went to sleep,
Away from toil and sorrows deep,
Away from cares, away from wrongs,
To join the saints in endless songs.

The House of God was her delight,
And labored there with zeal and might;
To-day she reaps a harvest bright,
In the fields of everlasting light.

Where gloom and doubt can not remain,
Where joys are never mixed with pain,
Where storming clouds veil not the sky,
And not a shadow dims the eye.

Friend after friend is passing o'er,
And soon our steps will touch the shore;
Death is not sad when Jesus calls,
And takes the soul to brighter halls.
SALLIE A. LEWIS.

NO NIGHT.

BY REV. MORIEN MON HUGHES, ARCADE, N. Y. "There shall be no night there."-Rev. 21, 23-25.

No night! no night! O happy throng!
Safe in the land of rest and song;
Beautiful thoughts' no sorrow, strife.
O royal lands, O realm of life,
A land of peace beyond compare,
What joy awaits the Christian there.

No night! no night! all happy days.
No threatning clouds, no sunset rays
Sinking too soon. O land of light,
By waters still a glorious sight;
O hallowed place, the home above,
Full of His grace and matchless love.

No night! no night! no sorrows there,
The heavenly song fills everywhere;
With Saviour, brother and a friend
Endless eternity I'll spend

In loftiest songs of sweetest praise;
And I shall see his blessed face
Through countless ages, there I'd sing
A hymn of praise to Christ my king.

THE NEW YORK COLUMBIAN

CELEBRATION.

A shelter for the stranger,

A home for the oppressed. The dignified officials

Were prompt to take their part,
Professors and the preachers,
The priests and men of art;
Mechanics and the merchants
Were ready to express

Their views on all improvements
By emblems of success.
Italians, stately Spaniards,
And Indians with their tools,
The army and the navy,

And all the public schools;
Ten hundred thousand witnessed
The order of the day,
And singing in the evening
Brought multitudes to pray.
America united,

Triuumphant arches made, And ships of many nations, Were in the grand parade; The continent is covered

With everything we need, The fields are full of flowers,

And God is good indeed.

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*The reference to the singing in the evening is explained by the following: During a delay of some two hours in starting the night pageants, a man on the City Hall stand, who possessed a wonderful clear voice, started the first two lines of "Nearer, my God, to Thee;" instantly others joined in, and in the second verse the military bands took up the strain; others joined in till there were at least 100,000 persons singing the grand hymn. It was something that was not on the program, although it was the most impressive. When the singing died out the silence for a few moments was intensely suggestive.

LIVINGSTONE sat in the depths of a certain forest in Africa to wait until a flood subsided, and there read the Bible through six or seven times in course. He enters in his journal: "It seems to me that this whole matter of Christianity is like a vine; there is no telling whether it is alive unless

LLUNDAIN.)

The man is now remembered,
Who had a brilliant light,

His voyage solved the problem,
And science came to sight;
Geography extended,
Humanity impressed,

reaching down and bringing souls to life, there is no evidence of life in you To save the man who is hungering for salvation is to save your own life. -President Merrill E. Gates in a sermon at Chautauqua.

Jonson.

THE secret of making one's self tiresome is not to know when to stop. -Voltaire.

REFLECT upon your present blessings, of which every man has many; not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.-Dickens.

MANY a woman will pass for elegant in a ball room, or even at a court drawing room, whose want of true breeding would become evident in a chosen company.-Julia Ward Howe. COMMONPLACE though it may appear, this doing of one's duty embodies the highest ideal of life and character. There may be nothing heroic about it; but the common lot of men is not heroic.-Samuel Smiles.

ETERNITY has no gray hairs! The flowers fade, the heart withers, man grows old and dies, the world lies down in a sepulchre of ages, but time

writes no wrinkles on the brow of eternity. Bishop Heber.

IN Nature there is no dirt, everything is in the right condition; the swamp and the worm, as well as the grass and the bird-all is there for itself. Only because we think that all things have a relation to us, do they appear justifiable or otherwise.-Auberbach.

GOODNESS answers to the theological virtue charity, and admits no excess but error. The desire of power in excess caused the angels to fall; the desire of knowledge in excess caused man to fall; but in charity there is no excess; neither can angel or man come in danger by it.—Bacon.

THE most fascinating women are those that can most enrich the everyIn a parday moments of existence. ticular and attaching sense, they are those who can partake of our pleasures and our pains in the liveliest and most devoted manner. Beauty is little without this; with it she is triumphant.-Leigh Hunt.

THE EARTH'S BLANKET.

We are apt to think of the dust that the air contains in greater or less quantities as simply an annoyance, and perhaps a source of disease; but the researches of Mr. Aitken, the Scottish scientist, are beginning to reveal atmospheric dust to us in new lights. Mr. Aitken has recently made known. the results of his observations during 1890, which are supplementary to

those made in 1889.

It appears that when the air is very thick and hazy it may contain floating dust particles to the number of from ten thousand to twenty thousand in every cubic centimetre, while a cubic centimetre of very clear air may contain only from a dozen up to a few hundred particles.

Mr. Aitken's observations indicate that there is a relation between the quantity of dust and the temperature of the air. A great amount of dust, he thinks, increases the temperature in the daytime and checks the fall of temperature at night.

The reason apparently is that the presence of dust serves as an obstruction to the free radiation of heat through the air. The sunbeams pass through very pure, clear air without lending much heat to it, and at night the heat received by the ground during the day readily escapes through the same air; but if the atmosphere

is heavily laden with dust, the sun's rays are partially arrested by the particles which, becoming heated, in turn warm the air, and in like manner heat radiated from the earth at night is retained in the hazy layers of air in contact with its surface.

Without its atmosphere, which serves as a coverlet to protect it against the fearful cold of space, the surface of the earth would be frozen like that of the airless moon. But Mr. Aitken's researches seem to show that the beautiful atmospheric blanket wrapped round our planet varies in its power to retain heat in proportion to the amount of dust particles that it contains.

This is another instance of the unexpected importance that the most minute phenomena of Nature frequently assume when their true significance has been ascertained.

THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE.

George Elliott truthfully says: "Conscience is harder than our enemies, knows more, accuses with more nicety. We all know this-all know how incorrigible is the voice which, silenced in the hour of temptation, disregarded while yielding to wilful transgression, will yet persistently rise and assert its knowledge and condemnation of all our evil deeds. Too many seek to shield themselves by offsetting evil with good, as if allowing the idea to flourish that generous or charitable acts will atone for mean or unworthy ones. No use trying to reconcile conscience with any such flimsy doctrine. In the rush and excitement of the busy day, some things may be coaxed into assuming a justifiable seeming that will take on a very different aspect in the solemn hours of night.

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Have ye never chosen the evil when the good was yours to choose?

Have ye never stood and listened to the charm of the tempter's call? Have ye never yielded your freedom to be of sin the thrall?

Alas! who of us has not? And let it be remembered that just as hours of darkness follow those of daylight, so the night of life is coming on apace, and if only the voice of conscience is listened to and regarded, if its best dictates are followed untiringly, it will be very certain that at eventide there will be light.

THE HABIT OF ECONOMY. In the case of young men who are earning a little money, who are having weekly wages, how many are there who have enough self-control and foresight, enough sense and responsibility in the matter to say: "It is only a little money that I can put by each week, and by and by I shall face some problem of life where I shall need capital of my own to solve it; and I will see if I cannot secure that by the accumulation of littles?" If there were more who would do that there would be fewer poor people, fewer middle-aged men in financial trouble. It only needs that young men should learn the value of littles while they are young men. I have been told by business men, that when they started in the world the most difficult thing they had to do was to save the first thousand dollars. Most young men, it seems to me, do not quite appreciate how readily this may be done, if they are only true to themselves in little things in life. I believe there are a very few young men who might not save a thousand dollars by the time they are thirty, if they cared to try. They are untrue to themselves in these little things, just because they are little. They spend ten, fifteen, twenty-five, fifty cents in this way or that, be