The Universalist. [volume] (Chicago [Ill.]) 1884-1897, 1895-10-12

Be still and strong
Oh man, my brother, hold thy sobbng breath.
AMI keep thy souls large window pure from
wrong!
That so, as lifes appointment issueth.
Thy vision may be clear to watch along
The sunset contamination lights of DEATH
e. B. BROWNING.
When Mr.. Chamberlain was told
that Lord Rosebery had been given the
Thistle by Her Majesty, the laconic
comment of the new colonial secretary
is said to have been: "a truly delicate
method of conveying a sharp reproof."
God is perfectly powerful because
he is perfectly and infinitely of use,
therefore. we can become like God only
in proportion as we become of use. All
life. all devotion. all piety are only worth
any thing-only divine and God like and
God beloved-as they are means to that
one end-to be of use.-Chdrles Kings
leg.
Experience proves that you cannot
do much in the pulpit, in the way of at
tack or destruction, without interesting
the hearers much more in the negative
than in the positive aspect OF the case.
Besides. the pulpit is there for another
purpose. 1t is to utter and press Christ.
1t is not to preach like Christ, but to
preach Christ.-Dr Forsyth.
Mr.. G. j. Cornish, author of Life at
the Zoo" Gays that owing to the block of
the animal trade in the Soudan and the
natural decrease of wild animals every
where, something must be done if the
ZOOS and menageries of Europe are to
be kept up to their usual standard. He
advocates the formation OF wild beast
farms in certain parts of London where
the soil is favorable.
The following story of bucolic ig-
norance is told in Mr. Perry Fitzgerald's
newly published biography of Sir Henry
Irving (Chatto and Windus). Once
when visiting Stratford- on Avon with
Toole, Mr.. Irving saw rustic sitting on
fence, whom they submitted to an in
terrogatory. That's Shakespeare's house
isn't it?' it was asked innocently.
"Ees" ever been there?" "Noa."
How long has he been deadG" dun
no." "What did he dor" Dunno"
"Did he writer" ooh yes, he did sum-
mat" "What was it?" "Well, think
he writ Boibe.'
Sir Frederick Pollock, chief baron
of the English Court of the Exchequer
like once renowned justice of the
United States Supreme Court, took
nap pretty regularly about midday. His
waking was comical for when his forty
winks" ended, he would start to seize a
pen, and, with imperturbable gravity,
say to the arguing counsel: "Wbat Iage
was your last ciiation?" The harmless
deceit was humored by the bar, and
only once did it provoke tartness. This
came when an old sergeant retorted:
did your lordship refer to the last cita-
ton made before your lordship gave
Somnus a new trial, or the citation
made when your lordship produced a
gap ia my argument?" Nothing nettled
Baron Pollock imperturbably answered:
THE one Immediately preceding the
gap" Upon another occasion young
barrister from provincial circuit, about
to make suggestion regarding an in
FAINT heir, remarked addressing Sir Fred
erick: II assume that your lordship is
a married man, and"-but before he
concluded the sentence the chief baron,
with a merry twinkle in his eye at the
assembled bar, responded: ut would
not be q violent assumption, for l have
five great grandchildren and the total
number OF my descendants is eighty
five.'-Green Bag.