Chapter M: E. Hume-Griffith, in her “Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish (3)

It was arranged by his friends that Doctor Morrison should
be presented to George IV that he might bestow a copy of the
Chinese Bible upon His Majesty. Who would not have liked to
witness the interview! On the throne sat “the handsomest
prince in Christendom, the finest gentleman of Europe” (so
his courtiers told him), but whom Thackeray dubs “a monstrous
image of pride, vanity and weakness,” who had lived sixty-two
years and done nothing but invent a shoe-buckle; who had
spent hundreds of thousands, nay, millions, on mere sensual
gratification. Fifty thousand dollars a year, we are told, it
took to clothe that royal back. Before His Gracious Majesty
stood the son of a farmhand, Robert Morrison, twenty years his
junior, who had lived simply and given largely; who had found
out a useful thing to do, and had worked at it so faithfully
that he had raised himself to be the equal of the greatest man
in the realm.

Robert bent the knee and presented the Chinese Bible to his
sovereign, which gift His Imperial Highness was pleased to
accept. But it is to be feared that His Imperial Highness’
morals were no more benefited by the Chinese than by the English
version.

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=Royalty, Spirit of=--See CHRISTIAN SPIRIT, THE.

=Royalty Unrecognized=--See BARGAIN-MAKING.

=Royalty’s Kindness=--See APPRECIATION.

=Rubbish=--See VALUE IN RUBBISH.

=Rudeness, Reaction of=--See RETALIATION.

=Ruin, Spiritual=--See NEGLECTED LIVES.

RUINS UTILIZED

A news item from Gainesville, Fla., says:

English and Eastern capitalists have bought a site here and it
is said will invest $2,000,000 in mills for the manufacture of
paper from the fiber obtained from pine stumps, thousands of
which may be had in the immediate neighborhood.

The old pine stumps are useless. They are only the remains of past possibility and power. Their hope for future usefulness seems gone. Yet there is a new and better future for them, a greater possibility than ever known before. So in the realm of human lives a character that seems to be ruined is often reclaimed to useful living.

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S

SABBATH-BREAKING REBUKED

I remember on one occasion, when an immense quantity of freight
was to be brought from New York to Boston, they undertook to
run on the Sabbath day. They came up with a large load of
cotton, and on coming near to M---- a bale got afire, and there
were not hands enough to roll it off. They then drove to M----
and rang the bells, and the people came down to the number of
three hundred. “Help us,” said the railway people, “to put
out the fire.” “No; you have no business to run that train on
the Sabbath.” They then sent up to one of the directors and
said: “If you speak a word, these men will bring us water;
there is property being destroyed.” “I voted in the board of
directors,” he replied, “against this running on the Sabbath,
and if you burn the whole freight, I will not raise a finger.”
And the two carloads of cotton were destroyed. The company had
to pay for them--but they ran no more trains on the Sabbath.
(Text.)--JOHN B. GOUGH.

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=Sabbath Desecration=--See PUNCTILIOUSNESS.

SABBATH DESECRATION GRADUAL

The desecration of the temple in Jerusalem did not spring up
full-statured in a day. The court of the Gentiles was a spacious
place, having an area of fourteen acres. Round its four sides
there ran a colonnade with four rows of marble pillars and a
roof of costly cedar. Many things were needed in the sacrifices
of the temple, and what place more convenient for the buying
of them than this great, spacious court? One day, I imagine, a
man stept inside with a cage of pigeons. A bird so small and
sweet-voiced as a dove could not hurt the sacred place! By and
by a man with a sheep to sell led it in. A sheep is the most
innocent of all animals. No harm could come to God or man from
the presence of a sheep. Still later the man with a steer to
sell brought him in. “I have as much right here as you have,” he
said to the man with the sheep and the man with the pigeons, and
soon there were a dozen steers. That is the way it all happened.
The abuse grew up so gradually that nobody observed it, and
before men knew it the sacredness of the place was gone. Just
so does the desecration of the day of rest take place in great
cities. One man steps into the temple of rest, saying: “Let me
sing you a little song.” His voice is sweet and the song is
pretty, and what is so beautiful and innocent as a song? And a
man outside hearing this song inside the temple says: “I think
I’ll come in and sing, too.” His voice is harsh and his song is
a different kind of a song, but in he comes, and who is wise
enough to draw the line and say this song is proper, that song
will never do? And while these two men are singing, another
man who can not sing at all, and who can only use his feet,
decides that he, too, has a right to exercise his gifts inside
the temple, and in he comes, and after him a dozen others, and
after them a hundred others, some bringing doves, some sheep,
some steers, until the whole day is trampled into sordidness and
one of the most precious of all the privileges of man has been
wrested from him.--CHARLES E. JEFFERSON.

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SABBATH, OBSERVING THE

In northern Canada Mr. Evans, the apostle to the Indians there,
induced a large number to become Christians, and said to them,
“Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.” At this time all
the furs were carried by brigades of Indians, and the exchange
cargo taken away by them. The Indians had been in the habit
of traveling seven days a week, but when the mission was
established, the observance of the Sabbath began. At once there
was opposition from the Hudson Bay Company. They argued “Our
summer is short, and to lose one day in seven is a terrible loss
to us. We will run you missionaries out of the country if you
interfere with our business.” There was downright persecution
for years, but there is none now, for it was found that the
Indians who traveled only six days and rested quietly on the
Sabbath made a journey of a thousand or fifteen hundred miles
without a single exception in less time, and came back in better
health than those who did not observe the Sabbath rest. (Text.)

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* * * * *

The last sermon that was preached by Rev. J. Hudson Taylor,
the founder of the China Inland Mission, was one which the
_North China Mail_ characterized as “a mile long.” He was
under appointment to preach that same day at a station one
mile distant from his home. He was too feeble to walk that
distance without rest, and he was unwilling to be carried in a
sedan-chair because he feared the evil influence of what would
have been--to him--perfectly innocent. So he made the journey
on foot, helped by his son, who carried a stool. Every few rods
the stool was placed and Mr. Taylor sat on it and rested. The
attention of the Chinese, Christians and Confucianists alike,
was attracted. Every little while some one would ask: “Why
does not the old man ride?” “Because he will not make any one
else work on the Sabbath day.” “Why not?” “Because God said,
‘Remember the Sabbath day and keep it holy,’” was the reply
(Text.)

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See PRINCIPLE; SUNDAY RECORDED.

* * * * *

The true philosophy of religion invariably teaches that we act wisely when we conform to the requirements of Sabbatic rest from toil. Such conformity is simply the recognition of a beneficent natural law.

In 1909 Mr. Selfridge, of Chicago, established a great American
store in London. It immediately became a great popular success.
Speaking to an interviewer, Mr. Selfridge said: “I am a business
man, and not a preacher, but still I feel strongly that fair
dealing is not only right, but wise--to put it on the lowest
ground. If you treat people fairly, you will be fairly treated
by them in return, and somehow or another the religious method
of carrying on business has not failed in the case of Marshall
Field. I will give you one curious instance of this. Our house
never advertises in the Sunday papers, with the extraordinary
result that we prospered in direct consequence. Many warned us
that we were holding to a suicidal policy, for in America Sunday
papers are the chief means of publicity. Our method turned out
most effective, because it forced itself upon the notice of
every woman in the United States that Marshall Field & Co. did
not advertise on Sunday, and that fact was a great advertisement
in itself. But who--out of a religious tract--would ever have
dreamed of such a topsyturvy result?” (Text.)

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SABBATH, PROFITABLE

Egerton Young gives this testimony about Sabbath-keeping by the Indians of British Columbia:

When our mission was established, all the missionaries went
in for the observance of the Sabbath day. At once there was
opposition from the Hudson Bay Company. They argued, “Our summer
is short, the people have to work in a hurry, and to lose one
day in seven will be a terrible loss to us, and you missionaries
must get out of the country if you are going to interfere with
our business.” There was downright persecution for years,
but there is none now, for it was found that the brigades of
Indians who traveled only six days, and quietly rested on the
Sabbath, made the journey of perhaps fifteen hundred miles,
without a single exception, in less time, and came back in
better health, than those who traveled without observing the
Sabbath.--PIERSON, “The Miracles of Missions.”

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SABBATH, REGARD FOR

Rev. Egerton R. Young, a missionary among the Canadian Indians, tells the following:

The governor of our colony sent out one of his commissioners to
meet the Indians and give them their supplies in accordance with
the treaty. The commissioner sent word to one of our Christian
Indians to bring his people as far as a certain place and he
would be there to distribute their allowances. The Indians
were on hand at the time appointed. They came empty handed,
expecting to receive an abundance immediately, but the big
white commissioner did not arrive. One day passed, then another,
and the Indians were hungry. The food was there in tantalizing
abundance, but the commissioner did not come to distribute it.
The young Indians came to their chief and said, “Pakan, our
wives and children are crying for food; will you not open the
boxes and give us enough to satisfy them?” “No, my children,”
said the chief, “I have never broken a word of treaty and I do
not want to do it now.” Another day passed and the commissioner
did not come. The young Indians’ eyes began to flash forth
something that boded trouble, but the old chief answered, “Have
patience a little longer, my people,” and he called on an Indian
who had a splendid horse to accompany him to find and hurry up
the dilatory commissioner. About noon they met the commissioner
with a large retinue and a company of his friends coming
leisurely along, stopping for sport where the country abounded
in game.

They were just halting for such an afternoon’s sport when Pakan
rode up. “You have broken your promise to my people,” he said
solemnly. “You were to have met with them three days ago. Don’t
stop here, my people are hungry. Come with me and give them
food.”

The commissioner replied with an easy smile, “Oh, Pakan, I’m
glad to see you. Come and dine with us. Meet my friends; have an
afternoon of hunting and then to-morrow I will go with you.”

“No,” said Pakan, “to-morrow is the Sabbath. I and my people
have been taught to keep the Sabbath, and hungry as we are,
unless you come to-day, I and my people will wait until Monday
for the supplies.”

The commissioner quailed before him, and sent a sub-officer back
with him to open the supplies. The next day the commissioner
rode into camp. He expected the Indians to meet him with firing
of guns and waving of flags, but no one came to receive him,
and no guns were fired. The only wigwam where a flag was flying
was the place where the people were meeting to worship God. The
commissioner called a council, but not an Indian responded. The
commissioner wanted Pakan to dine with him with other guests
that day. It is a great honor to dine with a royal commissioner;
but Pakan said, “I dine with my family quietly on the Sabbath
day, for God has said, ‘Remember the Sabbath day to keep it
holy.’”

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SABBATH, THE, FOR MAN

Among those who opposed and criticized Father Mathew were the
Sabbatarians, who opposed the holding of temperance meetings
on Sunday. Father Mathew replied: “They must well know that if
we did not assemble on the Lord’s day, we could not hold our
meetings at all, for the great majority of those who compose our
society are from that useful and virtuous body, the operatives,
who on every other day labor from the rising to the setting sun.
The temperance cause is the work of the Most High God, and it is
admirable in our eyes.”

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=Sackcloth=--See BIBLE CUSTOMS TO-DAY.

SACRED THINGS

A Scotch preacher tells this story. He said that he was going
through the highlands of Scotland when a storm came on. He stept
out of his carriage, and went up to a little Scotch hut. He was
invited to enter by the woman whose home it was. In one corner
of the room there stood an old rocking-chair, and he was just
going to sit in this, when the Scotch woman made one spring,
and stopt him. She said: “No, no. Do not sit there.” And the
preacher said: “Why?” “Well,” she said, “look.” And round about
it was wrapt a scarlet cord. She said: “It was a year ago this
week, sir, when our good lady, her Majesty Queen Victoria was
driving along this road and a storm came on. She came in, and we
gave her this chair. And when the Queen went away, we said, ‘We
will put a scarlet cord around it, and nobody else shall ever
sit in it. It is the Queen’s chair.’”

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SACRIFICE

John B. Kissinger submitted to the bite of a yellow fever
mosquito in the interest of science while in the army in Cuba
and was for years almost helpless.

Kissinger was bitten by mosquitoes carrying yellow fever germs
and was then treated by the best medical experts in the army. It
was supposed he had recovered his health and that as a result
of the experiment yellow fever could be guarded against, but he
later suffered a breakdown and became a physical wreck, unable
to use his feet and legs.

Is not the willingness to suffer for man the very spirit of Christ? (Text.)

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Rev. E. J. Marsh, missionary at Hay River, Alaska, told his
Indian boarding-school children about the needs of the leper
children in China. They were moved to help, and asked Mr. Marsh
how they could do so. Their clothing and food were all supplied
them by the mission, and they had nothing to give. After a
little they proposed that they should give up their pudding
on Sunday. Their fare consisted of fish three times a day,
sometimes potatoes, but on Sunday as a special treat they had
rice pudding without sugar. They were so insistent, that they
were allowed to go without it every second Sunday and at the end
of the year a gift of two pounds was sent to the leper children
in China.

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* * * * *

One of the New York dailies printed in one of its issues as a
sort of sensational advertisement, coupons, which served, when
filled out, as life insurance policies for the remainder of
the day on which they were issued. One of the newsboys read it
over and over, then called some of his companions and wanted to
know if they supposed that “was on the level”; if the newspaper
“would make good.” He decided at last that the proposition was
one to be trusted and he cut out the coupon, tucked it away
in the pocket of his ragged coat. A half-hour later he threw
himself beneath the wheels of one of the surface electric cars
and was instantly crusht to almost a shapeless mass. In his
pocket was the coupon, together with a letter, stating that his
mother was sick and in need of such assistance as he had not
been able to obtain for her, and so had sacrificed his life for
the insurance money that was to be paid to her.

As we read the story one does not think of the grimy hands and the unwashed face and the ragged coat. He does not hear the roar of the elevated trains above or the tumult and voices of the street below, but his eyes catch the glory of a second calvary and the soul is hushed before the divine and the eternal that beat in that little heart behind that stained and tattered coat. (Text.)

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See OFFERINGS, EXTRAVAGANT; SCIENCE, DEVOTION TO.

SACRIFICE, FILIAL

The Japanese have a legend of an Emperor who commanded a
bell-founder to cast a bell that would be more beautiful than
any ever made and to be heard a hundred miles away. It must be
made of gold, silver and brass. But the metals would not mingle,
and the founder failed. The Emperor was angry, and bade him
try again. His beautiful daughter was troubled for her father
in his perplexity. So she consulted an oracle. “How can I save
him?” she asked. “Metals will mingle if the blood of a virgin
be mixt with them,” said the oracle suggestively. At the proper
moment the devoted daughter threw herself into her father’s
melting-pot. The bell was perfect, and was hung in the palace
tower.

This kind of sacrifice is not to be commended as a literal process, but it remains true that no great music of the soul is born that does not have in it some sacrificial element. Heaven’s melodies would never sound if lives were not cast into the furnace. (Text.)

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SACRIFICE FOR CHRIST

Rev. Robert P. Wilder, of India, tells of a Brahman who decided to become a Christian.

The day he published the fact that he was a Christian an
official seal was placed on his house, signifying that he had
lost his position under the native government. A friend with
whom he had placed his money, sent word that he knew nothing
of the money, and his wife said that she could no longer live
with him, and she left his home, taking with her their child.
For four years he suffered the loss of position, money, wife,
son and friends; altho at any moment he could have regained all
by denying Christ and going back to Brahmanism. Mr. Wilder then
received this glad letter from him: “You will be delighted to
hear that we are still fast friends--Jesus and myself. He says
to me, ‘I chose you and appointed you that you should go and
bear fruit, and that your fruit should abide.’ I say to Him,
‘Then never leave me even for a minute. Let me abide in Thee
and Thou in me.’ You will be glad to hear, too, that I have
been permitted to spend a fortnight with my wife and child, and
I believe that they will soon now come to Jesus and to me. God
has been keeping them away from me for my good in this--that I
should feel undivided love for my Savior.”

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=Sacrifice for Missions=--See OPPOSITION TO MISSIONARY WORK.

SACRIFICE FOR RELIGION

Mrs. W. F. Armstrong tells this incident of the native Karens, of Burmah:

An old Karen pastor came one day with a large contribution for
the foreign mission work. I said to him, “How can your people
give so much? I know they are very poor, the overflow of the
river has swept away your crops, your cattle are dying of
disease, it is the famine time with you.” “Oh,” he said, with
such a contented smile, “it only means rice without curry.” They
could live on rice and salt, but they could not live without
giving the bread of life to their brethren.--PIERSON,
“The Miracles of Missions.”

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=Sacrifice for the Gospel=--See SLAVE FOR THE GOSPEL’S SAKE.

SACRIFICE, LAW OF

The great law of sacrifice, so dimly understood by Western
people, is the commonest talk of Korea. For thousands of years
sheep and oxen have died for the sins of the people. Birds and
beasts have been offered in a vain effort to lift this burden
from the human soul. I read in a history of Korea that in the
year when our Savior was born in Bethlehem, the King of Kokuryu
went out into the open plain to offer sacrifice to God. Two
“swine beasts” were to be offered, but in the preparation of the
sacrifice they took to their heels and ran away. The King sent
two officers in pursuit, Messrs. Takni and Sappi. They chased
the pigs to Long Jade Lake, caught them and ham-strung them, so
that they could not run again; then they dragged them before
the King. “How dare you,” said he, “offer to God a mutilated
sacrifice?” He had these two gentlemen buried alive for their
sin, but behold he himself shortly after fell seriously ill. A
spirit medium called and told him his sickness was due to the
sin of having killed Takni and Sappi. He confest, and prayed,
and was cured of his complaint.--JAMES S. GALE, “Korea
in Transition.”

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SACRIFICE OF OUR BEST

Sir Charles Halle, the famous musician, dearly loved his flute.
His son, a boy of eight years, lay ill, and his father tenderly
watched beside the sufferer’s bed. One night the father fell
asleep and the fire burned low. He awoke in alarm to find his
son cold. The father threw his precious flute on to the coal to
increase the heat.

Love gave its best and silenced the music of the flute for the sake of love for his son. So did divine love, for a sinsick world, give its best, and silence its music in the sorrow of the Man of Sorrows. (Text.)

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SACRIFICE, PAGAN

On the 4th of March, 1899, a Hindu laborer lodged a complaint
at the police office at Hingoli. He said that as he was passing
a cotton-ginning mill some of his countrymen came out and asked
him to enter the compound. When he did so they seized him and
bore him off to the furnace-room and attempted to put him into
the fire. He showed the magistrate some terrible burns he had
suffered, and his story, upon investigation, was found to be
true. The _Indian Antiquary_, telling of the incident,
remarked that the unanimous opinion among all the natives
was that it was the workmen’s idea to offer the poor man as
a sacrifice to the steam-engine, which had not been running
satisfactorily.

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SACRIFICE TOO COSTLY

Mrs. Pickett, the widow of General George E. Pickett, of the Confederate Army, narrating the story of the charge at Gettysburg so gallantly led by her husband, says:

They were not strong enough to hold the position they had so
dearly won; and broken-hearted, even at the very moment of his
immortal triumph, my Soldier led his remaining men down the
slope again. He dismounted and walked beside the stretcher upon
which General Kemper, one of his officers, was being carried,
fanning him and speaking cheerfully to comfort him in his
suffering. When he reached Seminary Ridge again and reported to
General Lee, his face was wet with tears as he pointed to the
crimson valley and said:

“My noble division lies there!”

“General Pickett,” said the commander, “you and your men have
covered yourselves with glory.”

My Soldier replied:

“Not all the glory in the world, General Lee, could atone for
the widows and orphans this day has made.”

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SACRIFICE, VICARIOUS

Among the Tsimshean Indians of Alaska is the following curious
superstition: Some boys had “shamed” a salmon; that is, offended
its dignity. They caught it, cut a slit close to its fin and
put gravel and stones in the wound so that it could not use its
fin, and then let it go. The poor salmon wriggled and suffered
trying to swim, but in vain. This made the god of the mountain
angry, and he spewed out fire which ran down the mountain-side
into the river, making it sputter all around. But a god of
another mountain, near by, thought it was too bad, so he rolled
down a big rock, and stopt the fire stream. The people, coming
together, consulted as to the best way to propitiate the irate
mountain-god, and the salmon as well who was “shamed,” and came
to the conclusion that the naughty children had to be killed.
The mothers, hearing of this, would not allow the sacrifice. The
people compromised the matter by agreeing, instead, to kill the
dogs of the village, which were thereupon all sacrificed and
burned as a peace-offering to the “shamed” salmon.

Man has “shamed” his Maker but He has become our propitiation by a nobler sacrifice. (Text.)

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SACRIFICIAL MEDIATION

H. M. Stanley, in Africa, had much trouble with his men on
account of their inherent propensity to steal, the results of
which brought upon the expedition much actual disaster. At
last Stanley doomed to death the next man caught stealing. His
grief and distress were unbounded when the next thief, detected
in a case of peculiar flagrancy, was found to be Uledi, the
bravest, truest, noblest of his dusky followers. Uledi had saved
a hundred lives, his own among the number. He had performed
acts of the most brilliant daring, always successful, always
faithful, always kind. Must Uledi die? He called all his men
around him in a council. He explained to them the gravity of
Uledi’s crime. He reminded them of his stern decree, but said
he was not hard enough to enforce it against Uledi. His arm
was not strong enough to lift the gun that would kill Uledi,
and he would not bid one of them to do what he could not do
himself. But some punishment, and a hard one, must be meted
out. What should it be? The council must decide. They took a
vote. Uledi must be flogged. When the decision was reached,
Stanley standing, Uledi crouching at his feet and the solemn
circle drawn closely around them, one man whose life Uledi had
saved under circumstances of frightful peril, stood forth and
said, “Give me half the blows, master.” Then another said in
the faintest accents, while tears fell from his eyes, “Will the
master give his slave leave to speak?” “Yes,” said Stanley. The
Arab came forward and knelt by Uledi’s side. His words came
slowly, and now and then a sob broke them. “The master is wise,”
he said; “he knows all that has been, for he writes them in
a book. I am black, and know not. Nor can I remember what is
past. What we saw yesterday is to-day forgotten. But the master
forgets nothing. He puts it all in that book. Each day something
is written. Let your slave fetch the book, master, and turn
its leaves. Maybe you will find some words there about Uledi.
Maybe there is something that tells how he saved Zaidi from the
white waters of the cataract; how he saved many men--how many,
I forget; Bin Ali, Mabruki, Kooi Kusi--others, too; how he is
worthier than any three of us; how he always listens when the
master speaks, and flies forth at his word. Look, master, at
the book. Then, if the blows must be struck, Shumari will take
half and I the other half. The master will do what is right.
Saywa has spoken.” And Saywa’s speech deserves to live forever.
Stanley threw away his whip. “Uledi is free,” he said. “Shumari
and Saywa are pardoned.”--_Christian At Work._

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SAFEGUARD FOR DRUNKARDS

Fond du Lac, Wisconsin, has an ordinance requiring the
photographs of known habitual drunkards to be placed in all the
saloons in the city, with a notice forbidding saloon-keepers to
sell liquor to them, on penalty of losing their licenses.

This new sort of rogues’ gallery is growing rapidly, but one
addition to it was made voluntarily. It is the photograph of a
poor fellow who begged to have it placed with the others, as his
only chance of freedom from the tyranny of strong drink.

Set off against this pathetic story, how inhuman seem all the
arguments for the licensing of saloons! The pitiable victims of
the saloon-keeper would gladly escape his snare, but usually
they can not. The insidious liquid has robbed them of their
willpower. It has planted in their blood a horrible desire which
nothing but more alcohol can satisfy.

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SAFETY FROM WATER-BROOKS

T. DeWitt Talmage notes some interesting facts about deer and water-brooks.

But there are two facts to which I want to call your attention.
The first is that water-brooks not only saved the hunted deer by
throwing the dogs off the trail, but also by making it possible
for the deer to run in a straight line away from the dogs. I was
very much surprized to find out that these water-brooks are to
the deer what the compass is to a hunter in the woods--it keeps
the deer from traveling in a circle.

The pursued deer, unless drawn by the scent of water, always
runs in a circle. No sooner has a deer been shot at and the dogs
been turned loose, than at once the deer, unless he has the
guiding scent of water, seems to lose his reasoning faculties.
He will run like the wind. He will run on and on--five, ten,
fifteen or even twenty miles; but unless he can scent the
water-brooks from afar, he will always travel in a circle and
come back to the very place where the hunter first shot at
him--back to the place where he will be shot at again. This
circling flight of the deer is universally recognized. Some of
the different State Legislatures have enacted game laws, which
make it a felony for any man to hunt the deer by the means of
hounds. Why? If they did not make such a law, the deer of those
States would soon be exterminated. The circling flight of the
deer makes it a very simple matter for a few hunters to stand in
one place and shoot at the running game again and again, until
the deer have been entirely slaughtered. (Text.)

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SAFETY IN HIGH LEVEL

You are familiar with the sight of the water-towers on the hills
over many of our towns. Some one might say, “What is the use
of the water-tower? Why should I be taxed to keep the level of
the water above my own house? I have my private well and my
excellent cistern. These are good enough for me.” But no citizen
to-day would dream of saying this word. Every one knows that as
the level is high in the water-tower, the safety, comfort, and
health of the whole city are secured. The height of the level
in the tower means that all alike can have the pure water. The
height of the level means, when a conflagration arises, that
the engines can put out the fire. So with the true thought of
the Church. The true church is the water-tower of the city. Its
life is for all. As the level is high, so the public safety,
the public morals, the political life of the city is raised.
When the level is high no real danger can come to the city. All
alike, rich and poor, are fed and sustained, when the level
of genuine religion rises high in the tower.--CHARLES F.
DALE.

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=Safety More Than Economy=--See AFFLUENCE, THE PRINCIPLES OF.

=Safety, So-called=--See DEATH, CHRISTIAN ATTITUDE TOWARD.

SAFETY VALVES

It is difficult to realize that only the other day an effort
was made in Paris to replace the old magneto signaling system,
with its little crank at the right of the telephone which has
not been seen in large cities in this country for many years,
by the much more convenient automatic signaling system. But
the Paris correspondent of the New York _Times_ says that
such was the case. And, more curious still, the effort to
introduce this improvement met with disfavor! The correspondent
explains: “Hitherto excitable Frenchmen whiled away the time
while awaiting ‘Central’ to answer, by grinding furiously at
the crank bell-call. The new system denied them this form of
relief. The result was that their pent-up feelings found outlet
in imprecations and wild gesticulations. In many cases the
telephones were damaged by poundings and shakings and had to be
removed. It is said that the French Minister of Telephones was
forced to admit that the imported system was a complete failure.
‘The new system may be good enough for the highly-trained
Americans,’ he is quoted as saying, ‘but I am convinced that my
excitable countrymen need the safety-valve of the old-fashioned
bell.’”--_The Western Electrician._

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=Sagacity=--See RETREAT DISCOURAGED.

=Sagacity in Evil=--See IMPUDENCE, BRAZEN.

SAGACITY SUPPLEMENTING SCIENCE

An English writer tells this story:

Once a French chemist came to Yorkshire, his object being to
make his fortune. He believed that he might do this by picking
up something which Yorkshiremen threw away. That something was
soap-suds. The cloth-workers of Yorkshire use tons and tons of
soap for scouring their materials, and throw away millions of
gallons of soap-suds. Besides this, there are manufactories of
sulfuric acid near at hand, and a large demand for machinery
grease just thereabouts. He accordingly bought iron tanks,
and erected works in the midst of the busiest center of the
woolen manufacture. But he failed to pay expenses, for in his
calculations he had omitted to allow for the fact that the soap
liquor is much diluted, and therefore he must carry much water
in order to obtain a little fat. This cost of carriage ruined
his enterprise, and his works were offered for sale.

When he was about to demolish the works, the Frenchman took the
purchaser, a shrewd Yorkshireman, into confidence, and told the
story of his failure. The Yorkshireman, having finally assured
himself that the carriage was the only difficulty, made an offer
of partnership on the basis that the Frenchman should do the
chemistry of the work, and that he should do the rest.

Accordingly, he went to the works around, and offered to
contract for the purchase of all their soap-suds, if they would
allow him to put up a tank or two on their premises. This he
did; the acid was added, the fat rose to the surface, was
skimmed off, and carried, without the water, to the central
works. The Frenchman’s science and skill, united with the
Yorkshireman’s practical sagacity, built up a flourishing
business, and the grease thus made is still in great demand and
high repute for lubricating the rolling-mills of iron-works, and
for many other kinds of machinery.

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SAINTS

James Bryce, the British ambassador, in a speech before the St. George’s Society, is thus reported:

With regard to the patron saint of England, St. George, Mr.
Bryce asked the diners if they had ever noticed that the saints
never belonged to the countries which had adopted them. St.
Denis was not a Frenchman, St. Andrew was not a Scotsman, and
St. Patrick was not an Irishman. All that was known of St.
George was that he slew the dragon, but no historian was certain
where he came from. He was, anyhow, not an Englishman. The
nearest approach the United States has to having a patron saint
was George Washington, said Mr. Bryce, and he was born a British
subject.--The New York _Times_.

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=Saloon as a Hindrance to Aspiration=--See CHANCE FOR THE BOY.

SALOON EFFECTS

Irving Grinell, of the Church Temperance Society, tells a story
of a woman who entered a barroom and advanced quietly to her
husband, who sat drinking with three other men. She placed a
covered dish on the table and said, “Thinkin’ ye’d be too busy
to come home to supper, Jack, I’ve fetched it to ye here.” She
departed, and the man laughed awkwardly. He invited his friends
to share the meal with him. Then he removed the cover from the
dish. The dish was empty except for the slip of paper that read:
“Here’s hopin’ ye’ll enjoy yer supper. It’s the same as yer wife
and bairns have at home.”

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SALOON, FIGHTING THE

The people have suffered too much from the saloon to make
concessions and adopt the gentle way of trying to smooth
down the tiger’s back. They will insist on using Roosevelt’s
way with fierce African lions. Wise was that man who, being
remonstrated with for prodding the attacking bulldog with the
tines of a pitchfork, and asked why he didn’t use the other end,
indignantly inquired, “Why didn’t he come at me, then, with the
other end?”

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SALOONS, BADNESS OF

It is a hopeful sign when the daily press begins to moralize on saloons after the manner of the Sioux Falls _Press_ in the following extract:

A saloon is a saloon, in whatever light you view it, and if
it all were scuttled and launched upon some limitless and
bottomless lake, not a tear would trickle down our cheeks. A
better saloon? You might as well talk of a better rotten egg,
a better highway robber, a better thief, a better yeggman,
a better bum, a better gambler, a better case of measles,
typhoid-fever, smallpox, erysipelas, a better Five Points, a
better place for the committing of murder, robbery, or any other
shameless crime.

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See DRINK; DRUNKENNESS; INTEMPERANCE; TEMPERANCE.

SALVABILITY

Every man, even the worst, has some vital point at which he can be touched and helped, as was the paralytic mentioned below:

Dr. Swithinbank describes a real case of bodily paralysis in
a medical record in Paris: A man was attacked by a creeping
paralysis; sight was first to fail; soon after, hearing went;
then by degrees, taste, smell, touch, and the power of motion.
He could breathe, he could swallow, he could think, and strange
to say, he could speak; that was all. Not the very slightest
message from without could reach his mind; nothing to tell him
what was near, who was still alive; the world was utterly lost
to him, and he all but lost to the world. At last, one day, an
accident showed that one small place on one cheek had feeling
left. It seemed a revelation from heaven. By tracing letters on
that place, his wife and children could speak to him, his dark
dungeon-wall was pierced, his tongue had never lost its power,
and once more he was a man among men.

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=Salvation a Gift=--See GRACE NOT GROWTH.

SALVATION BY EVANGELIZATION

During the forty years between 1778 and 1818, the population
had decreased from 400,000 to 150,000--nearly two-thirds; so
that the Christian enterprise which evangelized the Hawaiians
saved a nation from extinction, for in twenty years more, at the
same rate of decrease, the Hawaiian Islands would have been an
uninhabited waste.--PIERSON, “The Miracles of Missions.”

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SALVATION FROM SIN

In speaking once of his religious life, Captain Mahan, of the United States Navy, had this to say:

I happened one week-day in Lent into a church in Boston. The
preacher--I have never known his name--interested me throughout;
but one phrase only has remained: “Thou shalt call his name
Jesus, for He shall save His people”--here he lifted up his
hands--“not from hell, but from their sins.” Almost the first
words of the gospel! I had seen them for years, but at last I
perceived them. Scales seemed to fall from my eyes, and I began
to see Jesus and life as I had never seen them before.

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=Salvation, Half Way=--See SIGHT, IMPERFECT.

SAMPLING

This story used to be told by Mr. Spurgeon:

An American gentleman said to a friend, “I wish you would come
down to my garden, and taste my apples.” He asked him about
a dozen times, but the friend did not come; and at last the
fruit-grower said, “I suppose you think my apples are good for
nothing, so you won’t come and try them.” “Well, to tell the
truth,” said his friend, “I have tasted them. As I went along
the road I picked one up that fell over the wall, and I never
tasted anything so sour in all my life; I do not particularly
wish to have any more of your fruit.” “Oh,” said the owner of
the garden, “I thought it must be so. Those apples around the
outside are for the special benefit of the boys. I went fifty
miles to select the sourest sorts to plant all around the
orchard, so the boys might give them up as not worth stealing;
but if you will come inside, you will find that we grow a very
different quality there, sweet as honey.”

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=Sandals=--See BIBLE CUSTOMS TO-DAY.

=Sanity is Social=--See CONCERT, LACK OF.

=Satan, Defeating=--See MASTERY BY INTELLIGENCE.

=Satanic Possession=--See DIABOLICAL POSSESSION.

SATIRE

Satire--that is, a literary work which searches out the faults
of men or institutions in order to hold them up to ridicule--is
at best a destructive kind of criticism. A satirist is like a
laborer who clears away the ruins and rubbish of an old house
before the architect and builders begin on a new and beautiful
structure. The work may sometimes be necessary, but it rarely
arouses our enthusiasm. While the satires of Pope, Swift, and
Addison are doubtless the best in our language, we hardly place
them with our great literature, which is always constructive
in spirit; and we have the feeling that all these men were
capable of better things than they ever wrote.--WILLIAM J.
LONG, “English Literature.”

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SAVAGES AT OUR DOORS

Less than three thousand miles from the city of New York,
and about a third of that distance from San Francisco, there
is situated, in the upper reaches of the Gulf of California,
a small island, worthless even for so mean a purpose as the
raising of goats, but nevertheless a center of attraction for
the ethnologists and archeologists of the Old and New Worlds for
many generations. This rock peak, rising from the quiet waters
of the gulf, is known as Tiburon Island. Tiburon is a Spanish
word which, translated into English means “shark.” The waters
around the islet are literally swarming with these tigers of the
sea, and the inhabitants of the island are said to be no less
ferocious than the sharks. Tiburon is peopled with a handful of
Indians, the only aborigines of their kind in the world, known
as Seris. They are reputed to be cannibals, to be so fierce that
none of the mainland tribes of Mexican redskins ever dare invade
their shores, and to possess the secret of manufacture of a
peculiarly deadly poison, with which they prepare their arrows
before battle.--_Wide World Magazine._

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SAVED AS BY FIRE

Rev. C. H. Spurgeon used to tell this story:

A woman in Scotland, who was determined not to have anything to
do with religion, threw her Bible and all the tracts she could
find into the fire. One tract fell out of the flames, so she
thrust it in again. A second time it slipt down, and once more
she put it back. Again her evil intention was frustrated, but a
third effort was more successful, tho even then only half of it
was consumed. Taking up this half, she exclaimed, “Surely the
devil is in that tract, for it won’t burn.”

Her curiosity being excited, she began to read it, and it was
the means of her conversion. It was one of the sermons published
in “The Metropolitan Tabernacle Pulpit.” (Text.)

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SAVED IN SERVICE

The value of discipline to develop the soul is pointed out in this verse by Charles C. Earle:

Forbid for me an easy place,
O God, in some sequestered nook
Apart to lie,
To doze and dream and weaker grow,
Until I die.

Give me, O Lord, a task so hard,
That all my powers shall taxéd be
To do my best,
That I may stronger grow in toil,
For harder service fitted be,
Until I rest.

This my reward--development
From what I am to what Thou art.
For this I plead;
Wrought out, by being wrought upon,
By deeds reflexive, done in love,
For those in need.

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=Saving=--See DISCOVERY, BENEFITS FROM.

=Saving by Good Habits=--See RESOLUTIONS, GOOD.

SAVING DISAPPROVED

Down with the little toy savings-bank! I believe it teaches
children to be selfish. I hate to see a child, a sweet, innocent
child, with dimpled hands and a laughing face, clutch the penny
or the nickel you give it close in its little fingers, and run
first to drop it into the greedy, miserly “savings-bank,” and
then come back to thank you. We teach the child to be selfish
when we give it a penny to drop in the missionary-box and fifty
cents to buy a toy for itself; to dole out a penny a week for
charity and keep the savings-bank rattling full. But haven’t I a
savings-bank in my home? Indeed I have; and I’d like to see you
or any other man, except one of my dear friends the Vanderbilts,
pour money into the top of that savings bank as fast as the
prince can draw it out of the bottom. That’s the way to run
a bank. Make her useful; milk her. “Mr. Speaker,” said the
California legislator, “may I ask how much money there is in the
State treasury?” The speaker estimated about $40,000. “Then,”
said the member, “I move to rake her. What good does the money
do locked up? If you don’t spend it, some alderman will get hold
of it.”--ROBERT BURDETTE.

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=Saving Life=--See LIFE-SAVING BY WIRELESS.

=Savings of Aliens=--See PROSPERITY AS AN ADVERTISEMENT.

=Saviors=--See PERSONALITY AS A REDEMPTIVE FORCE.

SCARS OF WAR HEALED

To-day the shells and fragments used in the war between Russia
and Japan are to be found only in the junk-shops of Port Arthur,
and crops of vegetables and millet mantle with living green some
of the fort-hills where desolation and death reigned during the
five months of the siege.

The bloodstains and the gruesome dis-coloring of the soil
around the edges of some of the shallow, overcrowded graves
have disappeared. There was no trace left of the largest blood
blotch, a dreadful black smut twenty feet by four or five feet
on the side of 203-Meter Hill, which was in evidence for many
months after the last fighting. God’s healing rains have washed
the hill clean and are filling in and covering with the green
of His love the trenches and other scars left by man’s lust and
hate. (Text.)

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=Scavengers=--See IMMUNITY FROM DISEASE.

=School versus Saloon=--See CHANCE FOR THE BOY.

=Science a Benefactor=--See EXTERMINATION.

=Science and Health=--See HEALTH AND SCIENCE.

=Science and Religion=--See SELF-SACRIFICE IN NATURE.

=Science and Saving=--See DISCOVERY, BENEFITS FROM.

SCIENCE, DEVOTION TO

When Augustine Thierry, having withdrawn himself from the world
and retired to his library, to investigate the origin, the
causes and the effects, of the early and successive Germanic
invasions, and, having passed six years “in poring with the
pertinacity of a Benedictine monk over worm-eaten manuscripts,
and deciphering and comparing black-letter texts,” had at
last completed his magnificent “History of the Conquest,” the
publication of which introduced a new era in French historical
composition, he had lost his sight. The most precious of the
senses had been sacrificed to his zeal in literary research.
The beauties of nature, and the records of scholarship were
thenceforth shut from him, and other eyes, to assist his future
efforts. Prodigious sacrifice! And yet not such he thought it;
for he said long afterward, in a letter to a friend: “Were I
to begin my life over again, I would choose the road that has
conducted me to where I now am. Blind and afflicted, without
hope and without leisure, I can safely offer this testimony, the
sincerity of which, coming from a man in my condition, can not
be called in question. There is something in this world worth
more than pleasure, more than fortune, more than health itself;
I mean devotion to science!” (Text.)--RICHARD S. STORRS.

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=Science Exposes Fraud=--See LIAR EXPOSED.

SCIENCE, IMPROVEMENTS BY

“The inferiority of the human sense organ to the instruments of
science is pointed out by Dr. Carl Snyder,” says _The American
Inventor_. “He says that whereas the human eye can see but
little more than 3,000 stars in the heaven on the clearest of
nights, the photographic plate and the telescope can discover
countless millions. It is difficult for the eye to distinguish
divisions of the inch if smaller than 1-200 of that unit of
measure, yet a powerful microscope will make an object 1-1,000
of an inch in diameter look comparatively large. It would be
a delicate ear which could hear the tramp of a fly, yet the
microphone magnifies this sound until it sounds like the tramp
of cavalry. The most sensitive skin can not detect a change in
temperature less than 1-5 of a degree, but the bolometer will
register on a scale an increase or decrease of temperature of
1-1,000,000 of a degree and can easily note the difference in
temperature caused in a room when a match is lighted one mile
away.”

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SCIENCE PREVENTING CRIME

Manufacturers of safes will be impelled to fight the scientific
burglar with his own weapons. In somewhat the same fashion
by which time-locks prevent the opening of the lock of a
safe during certain hours, it will be comparatively easy to
introduce into safe-construction chemico-mechanical devices
which, during a limited time, would render it either fatal or
physically impossible to remain in the vicinity of a safe or
vault, were the walls or doors tampered with to such an extent
as to allow access to the interior. By use of a very simple form
of apparatus containing potassium cyanid and sulfuric acid, a
robber would expose himself to the deadly fumes of prussic acid.

Less dangerous, through possibilities of accident to
those regularly using a safe, would be the employment of
substances crippling a safe-blower or forcing him to an
instantaneous retreat. The volatilization of a few drops of
ethyl-dichlor-acetate would cause such profuse and persistent
weeping that one in the neighborhood would be temporarily
blinded if he persisted in remaining. The breaking of a tube
of liquid ammonia would render immediate withdrawal imperative
under peril of suffocation.--THOMAS H. NORTON,
_Machinery_.

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SCIENCE SHATTERING SUPERSTITIONS

There are large numbers of people perpetually bemoaning our
degeneracy, and sighing over the departure of the “good old
times” of our early American life. The reason of the present
distressing state of affairs I heard explained not long ago. One
man thought it was because all the “good old doctrines” were
nowadays not preached at all, and the other was equally sure
that it was because they were preached all the time. Never was a
grander fallacy than this whole idea. Never was more ignorance
of the past displayed than by those who talk of the falling
away of modern times. Never was the Church so bright and fair
as now, and never did the sky of the future redden with a more
glorious promise of the coming day. In those “good old times”
men lived under the horrid shadows of frightful superstitions.
Now it is to modern science only that we owe our emancipation
from the yoke of this awful tyranny. Scientific explorers have
been over the earth; and finding no mouth of hell, that is gone.
Science has explained earthquakes and volcanoes, and now devils
fight no longer in the bowels of the earth. Etna and Vesuvius
are no longer vent-holes of the pit. Astronomy has shattered
the follies of astrology; and people have found out that the
stars are minding their own business instead of meddling with
theirs, and eclipses are no longer moon-swallowing monsters--are
only very natural and well behaved shadows. Since psychology
is studied we know that witchcraft is folly, and insanity only
a disease to be treated and cured. Thus science--like a mother
going up-stairs to bed with her frightened boy--has been with
her candle into all the old dark corners that used to make
us creep, and cringe, and shiver with terror.--MINOT J.
SAVAGE, _The Arena_.

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SCIENCE TRAINS TO SEE