THE LIFE CLOCK. There is a little mystic clock, REACE. And when the soul is wrapped in sleep, It ticks and ticks the livelong night, O wondrous is that work of art Which knells the parting hour! But art ne'er formed, nor mind conceived, The life clock's magic power. Nor set in gold, nor decked with gems, Each bears it in his breast. BOSTON, APRIL, 1873. When life's deep stream, 'mid beds of flowers, When threatening darkness gathers o'er, When passion nerves the warrior's arm For deeds of hate and wrong, Though heeded not the fearful sound, The knell is deep and strong. Such is the clock that measures life, Of flesh and spirit blended; And thus 'twill run within the breast Till that strange life is ended. -Episcopal Methodist. No. 4. A LETTER FROM ENGLAND TO THE CHILDREN OF AMERICA.-No. 7. DEAR YOUNG FRIENDS:-In my letter of this month I should like to write to you about courage. It is a great thing to be courageous, and I expect there is not a lad amongst you who would not blush to be called a coward. Now, I think those who belong to the Peace Society should be especially courageous people; first, because they require courage, manfully to bear the scoffs and jeers of those who say they are "afraid of war," "dare not fight a battle." and such like spiteful things; and secondly, because they ought in themselves to give no cause for such remarks. Courage, too, is wanted for other things beside fighting; it is needed to save lives as well as to destroy thein. I will tell you the true story of a little Scotch boy who was a real hero. In Scotland there is a small town called Wick; the great business of the place is herring-fishing, the men earning their living at it and the boys being brought up to follow the trade of their fathers. Now it happened that rather more than a year ago a lad thirteen years of age, named Sutherland, went out fishing in company with six other boys and they were in their little boat not far from the shore, when something in the water catching their attention they crowded to one side to look over, the boat capsized and they were all thrown into the sea. In this case many would think only of themselves and eagerly secure their own safety; but our little hero was not so selfish. He directly caught hold of his nearest companion and holding him fast, swam with him to the shore. They and another boy were now safe, but to their horror, the four others, unable to swim were struggling in the water. Sutherland stayed not a moment, but dashing into the sea went back to the boys and seizing another swam again to the shore. And now the brave boy started again and saved another; but there were still two more and Sutherland was tired, so tired he could hardly spread out his arms and legs to swim, but yet he went and the sixth boy was saved. Now one more remained but Sutherland's strength was spent and it seemed like facing death to start again. He, a brave child of thirteen, had saved the lives of four others and now must he try for the fifth? Yes, the courageous boy would rather die than neglect his friend. Again he began to swim, but the effort was too great, his strength was all gone, he could no longer stretch out his arms; and his lifeless body sank in the water, and lay on its sandy bed. Now I will tell you another story about courage of a different kind. (IN SHORT WORDS FOR LITTLE CHILDREN.) BY ELIHU BURRITT. Hadley Vicars was a gay young officer in the army, sur- DEWDROPS OF THE LAW OF KINDNESS. NO. 11. rounded by all the light and thoughtless; he was a bright, merry fellow, much beloved by his comrades, but he was not a Christian. He and his friends made fun of religion and religious people, and for a man to speak a word for Jesus, would be to bring down ridicule upon himself. Hadley Vicars however had not long been in the army when God taught him about THE RAILROAD-BRIDGE MAN WITH THE TWO Himself, about His great love for sinners, and for him, yes, even for him, who had cared nothing for God. Hadley Vicars was now a Christian and he must confess Christ, for whosoever is ashamed to confess Christ before men of him will He be ashamed before His Father in Heaven. It is a hard thing to subject oneself to the scoffings of all one's companions, but Vicars was no coward. He placed his Bible one morning upon the table and laid the colors of his regiment on the open page. He thought his friends would be calling and so they did; at first they laughed and would not believe that their comrade had become a Christian, but he confessed the truth, and bearing all the jeers of the worldly, Hadley Vicars from that day to the day of his death acknowledged Jesus Christ to be his Lord and Master. I can tell you this, dear boys and girls, it took more courage to lay that open Bible on the table than to go out to the fiercest battle. poor men. CRIES IN HIS EARS. You the railroad, and how she paid for free rides on the cars. When they came to the bridge this man was to move it round as you would a gate, and let them go through on their way. Well, one day one of them had just gone through when the railroad train came on to the stream at full speed. The scream of the steam-horse was loud and sharp in his ears. He such a cry as steam could not make. It was the cry of his boy had moved the bridge half way back to its place when he heard And now, children, I want you to seek for true courage, for of four years whom he had let play on the bank of the stream. such courage as should cause you to try to save the life of an-He had gone too near. His feet slipped, and he fell out of sight other at the risk of your own; but still more for that moral in it. Could a man have two cries in his ears at once to pierce courage that shall enable you never to be ashamed of Jesus his soul like these? His boy was at death's door, and he could Christ. To God alone you must look for this, to Him "who shut that door if he would leave his post. It may be this was giveth power to the faint, and to them that have no might in- all the child he had, and a few more breaths in the deep creaseth strength." "Be of good courage and He shall stream and it would die. Think of that! He thought of it; strengthen thine heart." I am your English friend, O, how he thought of it in one breath of time! He thought of it with all a man's heart could hold of love for his child, but he had to think of lives as dear as his boy's was to him. There were scores of such lives close to the door of death, and in that quick death they would plunge if he left his post to save his own child. GOOD LIFE. He liveth long who liveth well- He liveth longest who can tell Of best things truly done each day. Then fill each hour with what will last Sow love, and taste its fruitage pure : And find a harvest-home of light. PHILIPPA. SWEET SPEAKERS.-During the late war a man out West, [and one up North, and one out East, and one down South,] in a small gathering of friends, was urging upon their minds the importance of enlisting. "Go, my brave friends," said he; "fight for your country-die for it, if it be necessary, for it is sweet to die for your native land. " "But," said one, "if it is sweet to die for one's country, why don't you go? was a poser, and for a moment disconcerted him; but rallying, he declared that he, as an individual, “was not fond of sweet things. This Another war would doubtless bring its quota of these sweet speakers to the front-of the stand. 66 "War," says Luther, "is one of the greatest plagues that can afflict humanity; it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge is preferable to it. Famine and pestilence become as nothing in comparison with it." Again, cannon and fire-arms are cruel and damnable machines." When he heard that Zuingle was appealing to arms in defence of the reformed doctrine, he was deeply grieved, and said, "Christians fight not with sword and arquebus, but with sufferings and the cross." There is testimony in one of Sir Thomas More's works to the fact that, in the general estimation of their opponents, the doctrines of the Reformers and, as it were, must be, the doctrines of peace. were, The brave, true man stood true to his post with the two cries in his ears, and deep down in his heart. He brought back the bridge to its place. The train crossed it safe like a bird on its wing. Not one on board knew what his life had cost the poor There were scores in those swift cars who had dear young boys at home, and home they went to take them in their arms, and dance them on their knees. Bright-eyed ones they were in such nice clothes as the poor man's dead boy in the stream could not wear. man. He The brave and true bridge man went down to it with all the joy and life gone out of his heart. He saw that face so dear to him lie pale and dead in the slime, and those bright curls that once touched his own gray hair with the tint of gold as he held him to his breast now blent with the coarse marsh weeds. raised him out of the bed of the stream, and pressed the cold his own life to see him live once more, but he could not do it. form to his breast. He would have been glad to give to him The spark had been put out in the stream while the brave, true man stood to his post to save scores of lives as dear to their homes as the one he had lost was to his own. They did not and could not know how near they were to death, or what their lives had cost him. They flew past at such speed that they could not have seen the dead child in the stream did not and could not thank the poor man for what he had done. though they had known that it lay there to save them. They how the light of his was put out for their sakes. In their bright, glad homes they did not and could not know So the poor man bore back to his small house his dead boy. It was as hard for him to lay that form in the grave as if he had owned half the railroad which he had watched at such cost. But He who could not, or would not save his own life, though He had power to save a world, He knew what the poor man did, and why he did it, and what it cost him to save scores of lives which, all in one sum, might be worth more to the world than the one he gave up to snatch them from death. These are acts which are good for boys and girls, for young and old, rich and poor, to read, to think of, and to love. No tales of war can show such acts as these; none so brave, true and good; none so void of self, so free from the love of praise and fame; none that God holds as pearls of such worth in the lives of men. AFRICANER, THE PEACE-MAKER. Africaner was the chief of a tribe of Hottentots, and the terror of the country in which he lived. He attacked the villages, burned the farm-houses, and carried away the cattle. He was a skilful soldier and very strong. He attacked a missionary station, and burned the chapel. He was called "the wild lion of the desert." But he heard the gospel preached. The Holy Spirit changed his heart. He laid aside his weapons of war, and became a pious, useful, and peaceful man. After this he met Berend, an old chief. They had not seen one another for twenty-four years, and then they had met as enemies. Then they fought for five days with great loss of life. Now they met as believers in Christ; the gospel had turned their enmity into love. They asked forgiveness from each other for former injuries, knelt together in prayer, and then united in praise to God. Africaner was now known as "the peace-maker." He heard of two parties of Hottentots who were ready for battle. He hastened to the spot, and implored them to put away their spears, and to live in peace. "What," said he, " have I now for all the battles I have fought, and all the cattle I have taken, but shame and remorse." COMPENSATION. BY J. A. FROUDE. One day an Antelope was lying with her fawn at the foot of the flowering Mimosa. The weather was intensely sultry, and a Dove, who had sought shelter froin the heat among the leaves, was cooing above her head. "Happy bird!" said the Antelope. "Happy bird! to whom the air is given for an inheritance, and whose flight is swifter than the wind. At your will you alight upon the ground; at your will you sweep into the sky, and run races with the driving clouds; while I, poor I, am bound prisoner on this miserable earth, and wear out my miserable life crawling to and fro upon its surface. " ing; the ground flies under its feet, in the evening it is a hundred miles away. The Mimosa is feeding its old age on the same soil which quickened its seed-cell into activity. The seasons roll by me, and leave me in the old place. The winds sway among my branches as if they longed to bear me away with them, but they pass on and leave me behind. The wild birds come and go. The flocks move by me in the evening on their way to the pleasant waters. I can never move. My cradle must be my grave." Then from below, at the root of the tree, came a voice which neither bird nor antelope nor tree had ever heard, as a Rock Crystal from its prison in the limestone followed on the words of the Mimosa. "Are ye all unhappy?" it said. "If ye are, then what am I Ye all have life. You! O Mimosa, you! whose fair flowers year by year come again to you, ever young, and fresh, and beautiful-you who can drink the rain with those leaves, who can wanton with the summer breeze, and open your breast to give a home to the wild birds, look at me and be ashamed. I only am truly wretched. "Alas!" said the Mimosa, "we have life, it is true, which you have not. We have also what you have not, its shadowdeath. My beautiful children which year by year I bring into being, expand in their loveliness only to die. Where they are gone, I too shall soon follow, while you will flash in the light. of the last sun which rises upon the earth.' THE FIRE THAT OLD NICK BUILT. Standing armies-This is the fuel that feeds the fire that Old Military schools-This is the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. Love of Glory-This is the stone that grinds the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. Public opinion-This is the sledge with its face of steel that batters the stone that grinds the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. Peace Convention-This is one of the blows we quietly deal to fashion the sledge with its face of steel that batters the stone that grinds the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. Peace Society-This is the smith that works with a will to give force to the blows that we quietly deal to fashion the sledge with its face of steel that batters the stone that grinds the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. Eternal Truth-This is the spirit so gentle and still that nerves the smith to work with a will to give force to the blows that we quietly deal to fashion the sledge with its face of steel that batters the stone that grinds the ax that cuts the wood that feeds the fire that Old Nick built. THE HEROIC MOTHER.-We see a household brought up well. A mother who took alone the burden of life when her husband laid it down, without much property, out of her penury, by her planning and industry, night and day, by her wilfulness of love, by her fidelity, brings up her children; and life has six men, al of whom are like pillars in the temple of God. And oh! do not read to me of the campaigns of Cæsar; tell me nothing about Napoleon's wonderful exploits; I tell you that, as God and the angels look down upon the silent history of that woman's administration, and upon those men-building-processes which went on in her heart and mind through a score of years, nothing exterior, no outward development of kingdoms, no empirebuilding, can compare with what she has done. Nothing can compare in beauty, and wonder, and admirableness, and divinity itself, to the silent work in obscure dwellings of faithful women The breeze sighed among the boughs of the Mimosa, and bringing up their children to honor and virtue and piety. I tell voice came trembling out of the rustling leaves: "If the An- you, the inside is larger than the outside. The loom is more telope mourns her destiny, what should the Mimosa do? The than the fabric. The thinker is more than the thought. The Antelope is the swiftest among animals. It rises in the morn-builder is more than the building.-H. W. Beecher. Then the Dove answered, "It is sweet to sail along the sky, to fly from land to land, and coo among the valleys; but, Antelope, when I have sat above amidst the branches and watched your little one close its tiny lips upon your breast, and feed its life upon yours, I have felt that I could strip off my wings, lay down my plumage, and remain all my life upon the ground only once to know the blessedness of such enjoyment. a "WHERE IS MY BOY?" BY MARY D. BALFOUR. Thus ask'd the mother, o'er her buried child,— Tell me, Oh God,—I ask,—in accents mild,Where is the one, I fondly call'd my child,Where is my boy? Free from all suffering,-hear the Father say,- A seraph,-mid the bright angelic band,- Do not distrust me; calm your ev'ry fear.- Walk then in faith: my grace is thine each day,- But through the ages,-as they roll along,- END OF FOUR GREAT CONQUERORS. The four conquerors most conspicuous in the world's history, are Alexander, Hannibal, Cæsar, and Napoleon Bonaparte. What was their end? Alexander, after climbing the dizzy heights of his ambition, his temples bound with chaplets dipped in the blood of millions, looked down upon a conquered world, and wept that there were no other worlds for him to conquer, set a city on fire, and died in a drunken revelry and debauch. Hannibal, after having, to the astonishment and consternation of Rome, passed the Alps, and put all her armies to flight, stripped "three bushels of gold rings from the fingers of her slaughtered knights," and made her very foundations quake, fled from his own country, hated by those who once exultingly united his name with that of their God, calling him Hani-Aal, and died at last by poison administered by his own hand, unwept and unhonored. TO THE "OLD AND YOUNG." With this number of the good Angel of Peace we issue twelve thousand copies and will not conccal our joy at its success and the favor with which it is universally received. The Angel goes to all parts of our country, to Europe, to the Sandwich Islands and to Africa, and we trust erc long will visit every continent and island of the sea. Some one has proposed "an Angel of Peace in every household on the globe "—a beautful idea! One friend of our blessed cause has paid for one thousand copies per month for 1873-4-twenty-four thousand for free distribution. Blessed are the peacemakers. Now we design to make the Angel a pure gem, and to send it out at cost, and can with confidence invite the aid of all who love "the things that make for peace" in extending the flight of the Angel singing “On earth peace and good will to men "Nations shall learn war no more. This can be done, first by getting up clubs in every neighborhood, secondly by sending for copies for gratuitous distribution, and thirdly by sending us the means of scattering our paper in fields uncultivated, sowing the gentle seeds of truth and peace, trusting the Lord of the harvest for the increase. Friends of peace help! D. HARD AND BITTER WORDS. We all speak and write too many hard and bitter words. We try to break, not to mend the bruised reed. While we strive to be strong in faith, let us not despise the faith of the weakest; for there will come a day to all of us when, in the giving way of the powers of nature something which may hold up and carry us over. and the pouring in of the great water-floods, we may grasp at And then, not how much we have searched out and know, not how much have lived on Christ and imbibed his spirit.-Dean Alford. we have disputed and prevailed, will help us, but how much we A KICK FOR A HIT. "When I was a little girl," says a lady, "I was looking out of a window into my father's farmyard, where stood many oxen, cows and horses waiting for a drink. The morning was very cold; the animals stood meek aud quiet, till one of the cows wanted to move and tried to turn round. In trying to do this she hit the one next to her. In five minutes the late peaceful congregation of animals was in great turmoil, furiously kicking and butting each other. My mother laughed, and said, See what comes of kicking when you are hit; just so have I seen one cross word set a whole family by the ears.'" Cæsar, after conquering eight hundred cities, dyeing his garments in the blood of millions of his foes, and pursuing to death the only rival he ever had on earth, was miserably assassinated by those whom he considered his nearest friends, and in the very PUBLICATIONS OF THE AM. PEACE SOCIETY place which it had been his greatest ambition to reach. Napoleon Bonaparte, whose mandates kings and popes obeyed, after spreading every where the terror of his name-after deluging Europe with blood, and clothing its nations in sackcloth, closed his days in banishment, on a lonely island, literally exiled from the world. What comments on the evanescence of human greatness, especially the greatness won by the sword! These men all stood for a time on the very pinnacle of what the world calls greatness, and each in turn made the earth tremble by their tread or their bare word; yet they severally died a miserable death-one by intoxication, or by poison mingled with his wine; another, by his own hand, a suicide; a third, murdered by his friends; and the last, a lonely exile! How wretched the end of such greatness! The Episcopalian, commenting on the folly of a war establishment, remarks: "How many millions of waste of material and money, now consumed in the manufacture of war material and in the support of standing armies would be saved! What a multitude of idle officers and soldiers would be liberated to increase the wealth of the country!" ANGEL OF PEACE, four pages monthly. Single copies, per annum, 5 to 50 66 50 or more" to one address, 66 $5.00 2.00 REASON VERSUS THE SWORD!" To the Editor of The Advocate of Peace : DEAR SIR :-One of the greatest wants that I have felt in my peace labors for the past five years is a good supply of peace literature to put into the hands of reading and thinking men, that will have sufficient moral and literary weight, to command the attention of the most profound. The tracts and pamphlets we have had have been good-have indeed, many of them been jewels worth their weight in gold. But hitherto nearly all our documents have been small. But our 200 subject is of sufficient magnitude to occupy many octavo volumes to give but a moderate discussion of its merits. And one of the most encouraging signs is the announcement of the new volumes on peace that we have recently heard of both in 4 00 this country and in Europe. I am glad to add one more to the 2 00 G. C. Hoag... Collection.. SALEM. George Peabody. Mrs. N. Saltonstall... MIDDLETON. Philip Smith. 3 00 WISCONSIN. MILWAUKEE. 2.00 list. G. P. Putnam's Sons, of New York, have just issued a volume of 470 pages, entitled " Reason and the Gospel against 100 the Sword." I have made arrangements to give away about two or three hundred copies to leading journalists and literary men of the country, for investigation and criticism. I shall be surprised if this volume does not make some stir in the literary world. 2 00 But rather than give my own opinion, I will beg to call attention to the following expressions from competent judges, viz: RICHMOND, IND., Nov. 14, 1871. Having heard, read and examined a large portion of the manuscript, entitled Reason versus the Sword,' I desire to express my deliberate conviction that it is an unanswerable argument in favor of Peace, presenting it from the stand-point of Divine truth and that it is written in an able, scholarly 2 00 and clegant manner. Now, at a time when the subject of Peace largely interests the minds of many, we think this production of Rev. J. M. Washburn would be extremely useful. 2 00 We commend it to the careful reader and seeker after truth. Very respectfully, INDIAN TERRITORY. NEWPORT. Eliza Hazard... 5 00 FORT HILL. A. D. Tomlinson.... J. J. THOMAS, Assoc. Ed. Country Gentleman, Union Springs, N. Y., 8th Mo. 1871. With considerable care I have examined parts first and second of Reason and the Sword,' by Rev. J. M. Washburn. It is a bold, scholarly and exceedingly able presentation of the 500 writer's views on the subject-a subject now, more than ever before, demanding and receiving the attention of the people. Without endorsing every sentiment contained, or every position 156 21 taken in the book, we desire to say that we regard the whole treatment of the subject as thorough, masterly and exhaustive. The book is the product of an earnest, penetrating, analytical, and at the same time reverent and devout inind. It is a great work, a living and important subject, and is eminently worthy of publication." REV. 1. M. HUGHES, A. M. Pastor 1st Presbyterian Church, Richmond, Ind. This work can be had of the Publishers, G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York City, or of the undersigned, for $2.00 per copy. Men who wish to be up with the times will do well to purchase and read every new work on this living theme. WM. G. HUBBARD, COLUMBUS, OHÍO. ALBION, Oct. 4th, 1872. This may certify not only my faith in the fundamental principles of the American Peace Society as practicable, expedient and imperative, but also in the thorough good sense and ability of its accredited agent, Miss Jane E. Weeden. At a union meeting of all the churches of this village, held at the Presbyterian church, a few weeks since, she was listened to by a large and deeply interested audience. Ignoring all mere sentimentalism, and dealing in facts alone, her address throughout was replete with instruction. Believing as I do that no community can afford to have her pass through unheard, I most earnestly bespeak for her the pulpits and rostrums of this State. W. H. PERRINE, Prof. Hist. and Belles-lettres, Albion College. SPECIAL NOTICE.--We regret to announce that m the great fire in our city the Lithograph stone from which our beautiful certificate of life membership is taken, was destroyed, consequently we shall not be able to furnish certificates until it can' be reproduced which of course must require time. |