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Hungary his advice was sought in respect to the organization of the Churches. Among the Protestants of France his influence was almost unlimited, and even in Spain and Italy he secretly had many devoted adherents. Even in Germany his influence was extensive, but here his system was never fully received even by those who accepted his doctrine of the sacraments. It was said that "Calvin never slept," and it is true that "many a night he did not sleep, and many a day he had no time to look up to the light of the blessed sun. Utterly worn out he died in his fifty-fifth year, on the 27th of May 1564. His whole estate amounted to about 250 dollars, and at his own request no monument was erected over his grave.

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It is difficult to form a just estimate of such a person as John Calvin. is generally represented as a hard stern. man, who disliked poetry and art, and had no room in his head for those tender affections which are the solace of life. * Yet Beza, who was a distinguished poet with a keen appreciation of everything that is beautiful and sweet, loved that stern, cold theologian with more than filial affection. Melancthon said of him "that he wished he could lay his weary head upon that faithful heart and die there. Farel, Viretus, Bullinger, and Bucer confessed that they were devotedly attached to him. Calvin was no doubt a fierce controversialist, but a person who enjoyed the affection of such men as these can hardly be regarded as cold and unimpressive.

Calvin was probably the most eminent man in the history of the Reformed Church, but he is in no sense to be regarded as its founder. He was at best the most prominent director of one of the chief currents which entered into its life. Its third great source will form the subject of our next article.

*As was to be expected, Calvin could not escape the tongue of slander; and his enemies repeated many calumnies concerning his private life, some of which are still occasionally brought forth from their hiding places. These stories are mostly derived from Bolsec, a personal enemy of Calvin who was banished from Geneva, and who after returning to the Roman Catholic Church, took a mean revenge by writing a book full of the most outrageous calumnies. These have often been refuted; and even Catholic historians-such as Masson,

Dr. May, and Michelet-express their horror at the falsehoods of Bolsec.

MORNING HYMN OF ST. HILARIUS. (From the Latin.)

BY REV. D. Y. HEISLER, A. M.

Oh! grand Dispenser of the light,
By whose unwonted ray serene,
Once past the weary hours of night,
Renewed, the day is rising seen.

Thou art the world's sweet Light divine—
Not he, that with the feeble ray
Of puny star doth faintly shine,
The harbinger of coming day.

But brilliant more than sun is He,
Himself the Light and perfect Day,
Our inmost souls, tho' dark they be,
He gladdens with His genial ray!
Be near us, Maker of all things-
The Brightness of paternal Light,
Whose grace constraining power brings,
Our persons yielding to its might.
Thus, with the blessed Spirit filled,
Within them bearing God, as shield,
In deeds of rapine quite unskilled,

To shameless frauds they cannot yield.
That, midst the world's accustomed ways
Which USE to wasting fate doth give,
We, free from crime of every phase,
To Thine own laws intent may live!

The pureness of the mind doth cure

The fleshly lusts, supremely vile, And chaste, as of a body pure,

Its shrine the Spirit keeps, the while.

This, of a praying soul the hope,

These are its wished-for gifts, so rare, That unto us the dawn may be

A light unto night's coming care!

OLD SCOTCH SERVANTS.

BY THE EDITOR.

In Dean Ramsay's "Reminiscences of Scottish Life and Character" there are a number of curious incidents illustrative of the relations of masters and servants half a century ago. Even in the house of the nobility old and trusted servants in times gained so much influence that their masters never attempted to control them. In many instances the servant entered early into service, and spent many years with the same family rather in the character of a humble friend than in that of a subordinate. He had known the master of the house when he was a child, and could never

took a similar charge of everything that went on in the family, having observed that his master thought he had drank wine with every lady at table but had overlooked one, jogged her memory wih the question "What ails ye at her wi' the green gown?"

An old domestic of this class gave a capital reason to his young master for being allowed to do as he liked: "Yeneedna find fault wi'me, Maister Jeems; I have been longer about the place than yersel."

The late Mr. Leslie, in describing an old servant who had been with him for thirty years, said, "The first ten years she was an excellent servant, the second ten she was a good mistress, and the last ten she was a perfect tyrant.

forget the same when he was the adviser of the youthful laird, helping him in his difficulties about his fishing, his rabbits, or his pony. The servant of forty, fifty, or more years, if he was jealous, cross, or interfering, might become a great trouble, but he was a privileged man. An old Mr. Erskine, of Dun, had one of these retainers under whose assumption and arrogance he had long groaned. On one occasion when they had a trifling difference the servant cooly gave his master the lie. Mr. Erskine was now quite angry and plainly told the old domestic that they must part. But the tried domestic of forty years, not dreaming of the possibility of his dismissal innocently asked, “Ay, sir; but whare ye gaun? I'm sure A number of amusing stories are reye're aye best at hame," supposing that lated concerning mistakes caused by if there were any disruption it must be the too literal obedience of orders. Mr. the master who would change his place. Campbell, on leaving a country house A similar story is related of an old where he had been visiting, told the sercoachman long in the service of a noble vant to bring down everything out of lady, and who gave all the trouble and his bedroom, and was surprised to find annoyance which he conceived were the soon afterwards that all the furniture— privileges of his position in the family. fender, fire-irons, etc., had been carried, At last the lady fairly gave him notice down and piled at the front door. to quit and told him he must go. The When the family moved to Edinburgh only satisfaction she got was the quiet the same servant was told by his mistress answer: "Na, na, my lady; I druv ye to to be very careful in showing visitors your marriage, and I shall stay to drive to the drawing-rcom, and no doubt said, ye to your burial." Indeed, we have a according to the dialect of the place, still stronger assertion of official position" Carry the ladies that call up staires' in the answer of the servant who met an order to quit his master's service with the cool reply, "Na, na; I'm no gangin'. If ye dinna ken when ye've a gude servant, I ken when I've a gude place.

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On the arrival of the first visitors Donald was eager to show his strict attention to his mistress's orders. Two ladies came together, and Donald, seizing one in his arms, said to the other," Wait there till I come for ye, " and in spite These old domestics were accustomed of her struggles and remonstrances usbto regard all the inmates of the family ered the terified visitor into the drawas committed to their care, and on pub-ing-room in this unusual fashion. lic occasions were apt to assume a position of ludicrous importance. At a great dinner party at Airth Mrs. Murray of Abercarnie was among the guests, and the lady of the house noticed that she was looking for the proper spoon to help herself with salt. The old servant, Thomas, was appealed to, that the want might be supplied. He did not notice the appeal. It was repeated in a more peremptory manner, Thomas, Mrs. Murray has not a salt spoon!" to which he replied most emphatically, "Last time Mrs. Murray dined here we lost a spoon." An old servant, who

Another case of literal obedience to orders produced a somewhat startling form of message. A servant of an old maiden lady, a patient of Dr. Poole, of Edinburgh, was under orders to go to the doctor every morning, to report the state of her health, how she had slept, etc., with strict injunctions always to add," with her compliments. At length, one morning the girl brought this extraordinary message." Miss S-'s compliments, and she died last night at eight o'clock."

A servant of Pitfour long known as "the father of the House of Commons,'

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used to assume the direction of his mas-
ter's movements in a manner that was
very amusing.
Knowing this, the cele-
brated Duchess of Gordon once wrote a
note to the servant and said, "John,
put Pitfour into the carriage on Tues-
day, and bring him up to Gordon Castle
to dinner. After sufficiently scratch-
ing his head, and considering what he
should do, he showed the letter to Pit-
four, who smiled, and said drily, "Well,
John, I suppose we must go.

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Who shall decide when doctors disagree?
A little learning is a dangerous thing.
Fools rush in where angels fear to tread.
To err is human, to forgive divine.
Damn with faint praise.
Willing to wound and yet afraid to strike.
Breaking a butterfly upon a wheel.
The feast of reason and the flow of soul.
Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
And deal damnation round the land.
Do good by stealth and blush to find it fame.
That mercy I to others show,
That mercy show to me.
The mockery of woe.

With all their snappishness these old Party is the madness of many for the gain of

servants were warmly attached to the
families in which they had lived so long.
Dr. Alexander tells a touching story
about a servant who lived in the family
of some of his relatives from childhood
until she died at seventy-five years of
age.
When on her death-bed her aged
master, who was just getting over a se-
vere attack of gout, hobbled to her
room with difficulty, to bid her farewell.
Her last request was,
'My lord, will
you tell them to bury me where I'll
lie across at your feet?"

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The old servants have passed away, in Scotland as well as everywhere else. They were so faithful that their ployers could well put up with their peculiarities. In these days, when the question of "help" makes so much trouble, there are no doubt thousands of families in Scotland that long for servants like those of the olden time.

POPULAR SAYINGS FROM POPE.

Shooting folly as it flies.

Man never is, but always to be, blest.
Lo, the poor Indian !

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

All are but part of one stupendous whole.
Whatever is, is right.

The proper study of mankind is man.
Grows with his growth and strengthens with
his strength.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, etc.
Pleas'd with a rattle, tickled with a straw.
He can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
Order is Heaven's first law.

Honor and shame from no condition rise;
Act well your part-there all the honor lies.
Worth makes the man,-the want of it the

fellow.

An honest man's the noblest work of God.
Look through nature up to nature's God.
From grave to gay, from lively to severe.
Guide, philosopher, and friend.

Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Mistress of herself, though china fall.

a few.

-Christian Intelligencer.

DON'T LEAVE THE FARM.

Come, boys, I have something to tell you,
Come near, I would whisper it low-

You

are thinking of leaving the homestead,
Don't be in a hurry to go.
The great stirring world has inducements,
There is many a gay, busy mart,
But wealth is not made in a day, boys,
Don't be in a hurry to start!

The farm is the safest and surest,

The orchards are budding to-day;
You're free as the air of the mountains,
And monarch of all you survey;
Better stay on the farm awhile longer,
Remember you've nothing to risk, boys,
Though profits should come rather slow;
Don't be in a hurry to go!

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OUR CABINET.

THE PRAISES OF BUTTER.

We are sure our readers will greatly enjoy the following charming letter from one of our most honored contribu

tors:

Mr. Editor, Some of your young readers seem to be fond of rhyme, and I send an article which may amuse them, written by Miss Blanche Nevin whom many of our old students will remember as the merry little girl who used to frolic with them on the college campus, now in Florence, Italy, working on a statue of General Muhlenberg, designed for the National Capitol at Washington.

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On one occasion she, and a young lady who was quite a belle were making a visit to Miss Lane at Wheatland, the residence of Ex-President Buchanan. With his usual gallan ry Mr. B. complimented them highly on their powers of attraction, but afterwards qualified it by saying" while they could fascinate gentlemen he didn't believe they could cook a dinner or make a pound of butter. Miss Blanche delared she could do both, and to convince him that it was as easy to make a churning of butter as to get into a gentleman's heart she would make one and send him. Accordingly when she came home she took the milk bucket and went into the cow yard, and after experimenting awhile to get the milk into the bucket (quite an art by the way, as under the operation of a tyro the milk is very apt to go every way but in the bucket) she accomplished it, milked the cow, strained the milk and set it to cream, skimmed it, scalded the churn, put in the cream, churned and worked the butter all with her own hand, and sent it to Mr. Buchanan with the following little jeu d'esprit :

My muse had better clip her wings,
It is a dairy-maid who sings,

A humble song of humble things;

Not of an interesting story,
Not of an ancient border foray,

Nor yet of man's or woman's glory.
I leave unto a mightier pen,
Such vaunting of their fellow-men,
But start not, haughty critic, when
My lips all unabashed shall utter,
Words which would put you in a flutter.
The theme I'm singing of is-butter.
There rises first before my sight,
The milk so foamy, frothy, white,
Fresh from the cow in bucket bright,
Which soon to yellow cream doth turn,
And then with dainty kind concern
We skim, and put it in the churn.
Cruchingly, munchingly,
Round it goes,

Throwing and tossing the cream in a flutter,
Splashing and dashing,
Each drop it throws,

And suddenly turning it all into butter.
O butter, butter! good and pure,
When nicely dipped and salted, you're
A special blessing I am sure,
For butter hath a luscious taste,
And at what table it is placed,
Improves the bread it hath embraced.
What wretch was he, with taste unstable
Who first suggested we were able
To drop it from the dinner table. *
To form some fashion that is new,
Good gracious me! What won't men do,
What won't men-what won't women too,
By people wise, I've heard it said,
en that "the staff of life is bread, "
Then butter is the golden head.
In humble gratitude I sing,
The pleasure it doth ever bring,
To almost every well cooked thing.
And whensoe'er you take your seat,
This butter which I send to eat,
I hope you'll find both good and sweet.

E

Dear Mr. Buchanan. M. J. N.

*Mr. Buchanan disapproved of butter at the dinner table.

A WHIG WEDDING.

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MORE RHYMELESS WORDS.

Thick calf, fat foot, and slim knee,
Mounted on roof and chimney.'
Of course the rhyme is far-fetched, but
still it is a rhyme.

Dr. W. H. Egle is contributing to the Harrisburg" Telegraph" an interesting series of "Notes and Queries," full of curious information concerning "the olden time." A recent number abundant. contains the following patriotic notice of the marriage of William Clingan, Jr., to Jane, daughter of the Rev. John Roan, taken from Dunlap's Pennsylva- A friend reminds us that there is no nia Packet for June 17, 1778, then pub-rhyme in the English language to the lished in Lancaster during the occupa- word chimney. A correspondent of tion of Philadelphia by the British: "Notes and Queries," in which the "Was married last Thursday (June list of rhymeless words originally ap11, 1778,) Mr. William Clingan, jr., of peared, had, however, already made Donegal, to Miss Jenny Roan, of Lon- the same suggestions; but in the April donderry, both of this county of Lancas- number some one reminds him of the ter-a sober, sensible, agreeable young following rhyme in Smith's "Rejected couple, and very sincere whigs. This Addresses: " marriage promises as much happiness as the state of things in this, our sinful world will admit. This was truly a Whig wedding, as there were present many young gentlemen and ladies, and not one of the gentlemen but had been out when called on in the service of his country, and it was well known that the groom in particular had proved his heroism as well as Whigism, in several battles and skirmishes. After the marriage was ended, a motion was made and heartily agreed to by all present, that the young unmarried ladies should form themselves into an association by the name of the Whig Association of the Unmarried Young Ladies of America, The following hymn was composed in which they should pledge their honor by Bishop John De Watteville and sung that they would never give their hand at the first "Moravian Home Mission in marriage to any gentleman until he Love Feast," held in Philadelphia, had first proved himself a patriot, in August 12th, 1749. It is worthy of prereadily turning out when called to de-servation as it contains a list of all the fend his country from slavery, by a Moravian churches at that time in exspirited and brave conduct, as they would istence in America; but it occurs to us not wish to be the mothers of a race of that it must have been rather hard to slaves and cowards. sing.

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THE COMMON PLANTAIN. According to Du Chaillu in his "Land of the Midnight," the most widely distributed plant in the world is the Common Plantain (plantago major), which our Pennsylvania German people call "Säu Ohre Blaetter." Du Chaillu found it flourishing equally well in Central Africa, almost directly under the equator, and at the northern extremity

Charles II, it is said once offered a prize to any one who could find a rhyme to "porringer. "Some one claimed the reward on producing these lines:

"The Duke of York a daughter had,
He gave the Prince of Orange her;
So now your Majesty will see
I've found a rhyme to porringer.'

A CURIOUS HYMN.

Lämmlein! segne Du, auf unser Bitten,
Bethlehem, Naz' reth, Gnadenthal,
Christiansbrunn, Maguntsche, Gnaden-
hutten, Philadelphia, Tonigal;
Heidelberg, Swatara, Tulpehocken,
York, Catores, Creuz-Creek, Oley,
Saucon,

Skippach, Friedrichstown, Warwick,
Friedrichs-Bergel, Muddy Creek.

Earlington, Cocalico, Lancaster,
Germantown, Quittopehill,

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