The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-02-26

Then again like note of triumph. the bell
 rang, louder, clear.
 And out of the gathering darkness multi- u, tude strange drew near.
 Throngs-women and little children with
 dusky faces and hair,
 The babe. the mother, the widow, the aged
 with marks of care.
 From far Burmah's valleys and mountains,
 from Afrca's forests they came, brom the burning suns of India. They had
 known sorrow and shame,
 But l saw with joy in their faces the sun
 light of Christ's dear love,
 The seal God sets In the foreheads of His
 children here and above.
 They were singing of joy in sorrow, of peace
 and forgiven sin,
 Of Gods great holy city where Ills children
 enter In.
 And rass as they passed before me- as the music
 heard of iha n tssI the sk sweet joyful the sound looked and listened in wonder, all my souls being Quickened, alive;
 counted the silver strokes falling, till I
 knew there were twenty and five. Then said as the vision vanished, II have
 gllmpsed the reward, I know.
 Of the the little band of women who prayed so When I looked up again into heaven, the stars shone holy and clear
 Dear faces they seem, l knew them, sweet presences, far yet near. could scarcely think of sorrow; now 1t seemed strange far thing, Yet our hearts were pierced when they left us. We tried to work and to sing, But we missed our leaders, our comrades, who holly labored and prayed, Whom gently the Father had taken to the land where the flowers never fade. "oh," siaa said "not one ent,they see 1t, 'The precious reward of their labors and ours, God has given me tonight.
 Forever and ever their eyes see the King in His beauty, l know, tlGV lQrVeSt
 sowing and toillng below" Then out in the rapturous starlight, the bell Your works and your prayers are remem- bored! Rejoice oh ye faithful. rejoice! "Oh never in vain are your labors, your .., prayers, your gifts and your tears, Souls ransOmed, redeemed are your har-
 vest of the sowing of twenty-five years . Then with joy and with soul uplifted, l seemed me sitting where throng sang glad thanksgiving in the wellknown aisles of prayer. And through the prayer, the praises, l
 heard the bells sweet chime For the little one grown a thousand in God s And still hear its echoes through the great worlds wary hum,
 Ringing golden promise for the years that W 'V MARY MARY R. POTTER ANGELL. Jamaica Plain. Mass, February 21, 1898. The REV. DR. JOHN H. KNOWLES. The Rev. Dr. John H. Knowles, who died suddenly last Sunday morning of heart failure at the home of his friend H. w. Quinn, 70 West Sixty yeighth street, New York, where he was mak- | ing short visit, was born in New Jer- sey sixty-eight years ago, and had been | a clergyman of the Methodist Episco- | pal church for forty eight years, hold | ing pastorates in Buffalo, Batavia, and ] several places in New Jersey. He was ing pastorates in New Jersey. He was member of the New York Conference and for years Secretary of the National Sabbath Association. He had been in poor health for some time, and for the past year had been in a sanitarium at l Clifton Springs, N. Y.
 He had contributed largely to the re- l ligious press, and at the time of his death was preparing a book on a relig- ious subject. Besides his widow, a son and a daughter, the wife of Rev. MT. Ferry of Winsted, Conn, survive him. His body was taken to Newark, 1 where the funeral services were held l Tuesday in St. Paul's Methodist Epis- l copal church.