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Written /or Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
BESIDE HEE GRAVE. 
Ye angry winds blow on, blow on, 
And midnight drear grow drearier yet; 
Poor heart of mine make moan, make moan; 
My bleeding heart that can't forget. 
High hopes were mine, but where are they? 
And love, and truth, and trust profound? 
Here, here are they, all buried here 
Beneath this consecrated mound. 
Lost Love, 1 think of happier hours 
Than this, when hand in hand we strayed 
Among these graves, m.d asked in awe 
Which one would soonest here be laid. 
Now thou art here, so low. so still,— 
I breathe thy name, no voice replies; 
O, speak oue word, 'twill rest my soul 
So weary with life's sacrifice 
My feet grow tired of their toil 
The while I thread life's mazy ways;— 
It wa3 not thus when thy fond love 
Its warmth diffused o’er all my days. 
The flowers no longer bloom for me,— 
Their beauty mocks me where I tread,— 
In rich parterre or tangled wood— 
For my fair flower is withered—dead. 
But hope speaks of a coming spring 
With skies serene, and living rills, 
Where my lost flower shall bloom again 
In beauty, on the heavenly hills. 
Then blow, yc winds, and midnight drear 
Grow drearier still, but moan no more 
My heart, for I shall meet again 
My lost one, on the other shore 
Avoca, N. Y., 1S64. f. h. g. 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
THE MEDICAL EDUCATION OF WOMEN. 
The new medical movement of educating 
young women for physicians is a subject of in¬ 
terest. Some of its advocates claim that female 
M. D.’i—doctresses— should take the position, 
and assume the duties and responsibilities, of 
general practitioners; others, that they should 
confine themselves to the diseases of women, 
especially midwifery. After a few social pos¬ 
tulates and casual observations on the different 
spheres the medical iady proposes to occupy—as 
a physician or accoucheuse—let us take a candid 
View of the important points of argument in 
connection with the subject. 
Premising, then, that men and women are 
designed for each other—that their (the pair’s) 
interests, as their happiness, should be mutual— 
we see that the idea of home is inconsistent 
with the assumption by woman of such avoca¬ 
tions as interfere with her domestic duties. 
For Bible doctrine on this, see St. Paul’s 
teachings, in I. Corinth, vii., Ephes. v., I. Tim. 
ii. and v.,—14. Exceptions to this, where 
married women carry on business, as millinery, 
and the employment of single women as teach¬ 
ers, clerks, &c, f do not infringe the rule. More 
women live unmarried now than formerly; 
hence the demand for more ways of employ¬ 
ment as means of support. But evidently all 
(save those positively unfitted) should be mar¬ 
ried, and married women now seem to have 
more time than their grandmothers or mothers— 
smaller families, less to do,—and hence depend¬ 
ence changes to a desire for independence, espe¬ 
cially with intellectual women not well mated. 
The ultra women’s-rights women, who seek to 
become doctors, preachers, lawyers, Ac., are 
not generally the happiest,—may be stared at, 
but not universally admired. Yet women 
should develop all their capabilities to the full¬ 
est extent, in ways that best conduce to the 
welfare of themselves and of society in gen¬ 
eral. 
It may he well to observe hero, that there are 
a few women whose superiority of mind—mental 
greatness—seems to extinguish or conceal the 
instincts peculiar to their sex, and whether 
they occupy the place of Solon or Hi frock a- 
tes, or excel iu science, literature or the fine 
arts, is no criterion. The light of great minds 
is not influenced by the sex that encumbers 
them. “One truth is sure; a lady can never 
elevate herself by becoming manlike, or making 
pretences to be so. She must keep her own 
place, cultivate her own garden of home." 
If the above views are correct, it is not well 
for women to become general practitioners. 
Laying aside for the present the considerations 
of delicacy and propriety, it is plain that they 
could not take care of home if much occupied 
professionally. And could a modest and deli¬ 
cate young iady launch into practice in the 
present state of society, when, besides having 
to meet, the positive vileness that exists, so 
much srjvcurnishness is cultivated? 
These remarks will apply to a great extent to 
the duties of an Obstetrix, though belonging 
more naturally and appropriately to females. 
But this principle is universally recognized by 
custom among all nations, notwithstanding the 
opposite may seem to obtain in this country and 
England. Among many savage nations the 
women are attended by their own sex exclu¬ 
sively, even though they die through ignorance, 
as travelers utlest. I n Anglo-Saxon countries, 
the relative number of cases where men are iu 
attendance is very small. Where the female 
attendant has the requisite knowledge and skill, 
and the power of sympathy does not overcome 
her presence of mind iu emergencies, it is all 
that is required; but no lady ol' true refinement 
will Insist that the employment of either male 
or female involves a point of propriety, or vio¬ 
lates ‘-decency or decorum,” where life and 
health are concerned or suffering can be ob¬ 
viated. As gentlemen presume all women to 
be ladies, without evidence to the contrary, so, 
vice versa, they should credit men, and espe¬ 
cially physicians, as gentlemen. With this 
guarantee, the question of propriety ought to 
be settled with all sensible persons. 
Ann Preston, M. D., in her Valedictory 
Address to the Graduating Class of the Penn¬ 
sylvania Medical College for Women, says;— 
: “ The difficulty of communicating freely in re¬ 
gard to symptoms, has often prevented suflering 
women from availing themselves successfully of 
the skill of medical men. In your case, this 
impediment will be greatly lessened * *—” 
“lessened ” only—if that is the point it ought 
to l>e altogether removed. For, in a natural— 
i. e., “high and pure”—state of society, (if 
consistent with civilization,) which this move¬ 
ment is proposed to advance, false delicacy can 
not exist. 
Now, to be plain, the main object of this 
“movement" would seem to be, to dispense 
w ith the service* of medical men in the treat¬ 
ment of diseases peculiar to women, especially 
those most trying and perilous. With what has 
before been stated, can this lie considered re¬ 
form? "Will it accomplish the more desirable 
object of alleviating and lessening the evils and 
sufferings Lo which women are liable during the 
greater part of adult life? Positive and univer¬ 
sal good should be the object of an important 
movement of this character. 
If women generally, properly understood 
their own physiology and hygiene, and that 
pertaining to their offspring, there would be 
vastly less of suffering among them and in their 
families, and fewer cases of “Female Weak¬ 
ness, &e.,” for which remedies are advertised in 
almost every paper. This would strike at the 
root of the evils sought to be remedied, by re¬ 
moving the ignorance of women on these sub¬ 
jects, which fosters prudery and false ideas of 
life and the relations of the sexes. Few girls 
at puberty receive the instruction that mothers 
ought to give them, and so the evil is perpet¬ 
uated. Virtue is compatible with the fullest 
knowledge and perfect freedom. To say that 
ignorance and restraint are safeguards to virtue, 
is an insult to woman. All women (as well as 
men) should have proper and thorough instruc¬ 
tion on srif points connected with their health 
and hapt iness. Knowledge of themselves, and 
all that i- attainable of the mysterious phenom¬ 
ena of l Je, is more essential to women, for it 
most deeply concerns them. This knowledge 
could be legitimately attained, if sought in earn¬ 
est Then what was necessary would be proper, 
and the difficulty of communicating freely in 
regard to symptoms, Ac., would he obviated. 
An instance illustrating this is related by Prof. 
SIMPSON, of Edinburgh. A married lady of 
high rank coming to him for an important sur¬ 
gical operation, he says, “ got up the whole 
subject—anatomy and all,’’— and a new opera¬ 
tion being proposed, “ she readily comprehended 
what was meant,” and insisted on being the 
first patient! 
Apropos, well-informed young ladies would 
seldom seek the position of an Obstetrix, with 
its most trying and unpleasant responsibilities. 
Seeing that the general education of women 
would greatly diminish the evils to which their 
sex is liable, it is plain that from the class of 
old maids and widows the requisite number of 
efficient midwives may be supplied. If neces¬ 
sary to this end, let us have Medical Colleges 
for Women multiplied; yet much will have to 
be accomplished at home. To say that men of 
good morals ouly should be licensed to practice 
medicine, and such only should he countenanced 
by society, and by ladies in particular, is to give 
tiie opposite condition of things as a reason for 
change. But if charges of immorality arc 
urged against leaving this speciality in the 
hands of men, might it not come to have equal 
force against a class of medical women ? (See 
Juvenal.) a. 
Tekonslia, Mich., 1864. 
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GOSSIPPY PARAGEAPHS. 
— Jean Paul, thus addresses young girls: 
“ The young men fall on their knees before you, 
but remember it is an infantry before cavalry— 
that they may conquer and kill; or as the hun¬ 
ter, who easily on bended knees takes aim at 
his victims.” 
— “Gail Hamilton” writes an indignant 
article to the Boston Congregationalisl because 
Mrs. Prince of Wales was not allowed to nurse 
her own baby. She says that the Princess did 
not cry long enough to get her own way in the 
matter, and she rises into passionate eloquence 
about. “God’s Own beautiful, beautitul, blissful 
ordinance ” of nursing babies. A nd she is right, 
too, we think. No woman is worthy to he a 
mother who does not nurse her own child —if 
she can. 
— Of all the ingenious ways of raisiug money 
for the Sanitary Commission, that devised by the 
people of the town of Catawissa, Pennsylvania, 
is probably the oddest. The male citizens 
agreed to decide by vote who was the prettiest 
girl in town, and it was declared in favor of Miss 
Hattie 8. Rkiksnybeh, by a majority of two 
hundred and eighty votes. Each vote was ac¬ 
companied by Hit sum of twenty-five cents, and 
the proceeds were given to the Sanitary Fair as 
the contribution of the favorite beauty. What 
makes the mutter more interesting is the fact 
that Miss Kkifsnydkk is nursing wounded sol¬ 
diers in the Army of the Potomac. 
— When a young tradesman in Holland or 
Germany goes a courting, the first question the 
young woman asks him is—“ Arc you able to 
pay the charges?” That is to say, in English, 
“ Are you able to keep a wife when you have 
got. her?” That is a sensible question to ask, 
and if American women were practical enough 
to a,k it. it might save them and others much 
unhappiness and inconvenience. Anil it would 
be quite as well for young xnou to ask young 
women, “ What can you do to contribute to our 
mutual success and happiness? Are you titled 
by education to become a worthy wife and 
mother?” There should lie a frank understand¬ 
ing between the contracting parties, we think. 
Written for the Rural New-Yorker. 
THE ORPHAN’S WAIL. 
BT M. T. WHEELER. 
Sad and dreary. 
Lone ami weary, 
I go to my eoneh, to night: 
But no one will miss me, 
No fond one caress me, 
There's no oue to bless me— 
No one, to night. 
Dark and lonely, 
Cheerless only 
The gloomy world seems to-night: 
And my pulse is throbbing, 
And my heart is sobbing; 
For sorrow is robbing 
My hopes, to night. 
Star-lights are shining 
With silver lining, 
In the blue heavens, to night; 
But the deep sorrows roll, 
Like a storm through my soul, 
And darken the whole 
Of my life, to-night 
Tears are falling, 
Bitter und galling. 
Bathing my pillow, to-night: 
And I’ll wail, all alone, 
In the low mournful tone 
Of the wild winds, that moan 
Sadly, to night 
Groaning, sighing, 
Fading, dying, 
I am going home, to-night; 
For there’s something that steals 
O’er my senses, that feels 
Like tlie cold icy seals 
Of death, to-night 
And I wonder, 
If from yonder 
Bright world, an angel, to night 
Will come down and meet me, 
Will carry and seat me 
Where mother will greet me, 
In glory, to night. 
Lima, N. Y., R3GL 
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Written for Moore's Rural New-Yorker. 
IS LIFE A FAILURE? 
BY ENOLA. 
“ Wk are disappointed daily. Our best efforts 
often result in the greatest harm. We are 
troubled, and the pleasant things of this world 
are so mingled with evil that they fail to make 
us happy. Is not life then a failure?” Thisques- 
tion was asked mo when all brightness seemed 
struck out of my lire forever; hut in my heart 
there rose a defiant “No.” If this life were all 
wo might call it a failure; hut now methinksto 
live one day likp this und spend it well, would 
be joy enough to make even that short life a 
success. The earth glows with life. At every 
beat of its great heart, the life-current flows into 
stem and twig, throwing up heavy masses of 
foliage and misty blossoms, while over all the 
light flows down in gorgeous floods till upward 
there floats a thousand bird-voices, and the quiet 
air palpitates with the music. Not a single, 
sound, not a sunbeam balancing itself on the 
quivering grass blade, not a breath that wafts 
the thistle-down, but tells of greater power and 
infinite thought. One glance into the unfath¬ 
omable blue of tiie upper deep and wo are lost 
in Infinity. Diru perceptions of the great mys¬ 
teries of the Universe dawn upon us, and with 
these a consciousness of capabilities within us to 
fathom these mysteries, and power to gather, 
though slowly, these infinite thoughts; while on 
before us we see the path the Holy One trod 
through the world now open for us, leading even 
through the Valley of the Shadow, beyond 
which we may catch a glimpse of the first foun¬ 
dations of that holy city, “Jasper as clear as 
crystal.” 
But the uight will come, storms lay waste the 
beautiful earth, and he who has been deemed 
worthy to be the interpreter, for a brief season, 
between God and man, is thrust from the tem¬ 
ple, his treasures taken from him, and the light 
of reason gone; while along the Saviour’s path 
we see darkness, persecutions and revilings. 
Sick, maimed, repulsive, loathsome forms cry 
out for aid, and the shadows grow deep and ob¬ 
scure the crystal wall beyond. In our own lives 
W’e meet failure and disappointment, One by 
one our hopes fade and our treasures arc taken. 
Our noblest, most unselfish plans are overthrown 
and we are baffled at every step. Wc entertain 
evil disguised in the shining garb of Truth, and 
turn from our door angels in disguise. Wc some¬ 
times find the brilliant web of life we were 
weaving for ourselves tom by some ruthless 
hand, our onward path hedged up, and we 
crushed and maimed for life. The world thwarts 
us cruelly, and our keen insight into whatever is 
beautiful and helpful, makes Us see more dear¬ 
ly the blank we have drawn in life. 
And yet life need not be u failure. The Help¬ 
er yet waits amongst us, and we may use the 
broken fragments of our dreams ami hopes to 
reach to loftier heights. The end of our en¬ 
deavors may he the beginning of success. There 
may come to us a moment in our lives when we 
find that which we need, that which would 
lighten our work, make life complete, one grand, 
sweet song; yet at that same moment know that 
it can never be ours, that we must live and la¬ 
bor without it, that our hearts must ever go 
groping on through the darkness until the To¬ 
morrow when we shall feel no want. Should 
even this weary us of life? May we not rise 
from this stronger and purer, and carry the 
memory of it iu our heart, softening and per¬ 
fuming it, making us less selfish, more tender 
towards others; while we know that this is but 
an answer to our daily prayer, that time holds 
for us beauty, work, content, yet umnaatered? 
That so many have failed is because they have 
left their purposes illy defined, their plans half- 
formed, their dreams unexecuted. Too few 
there are who dare be true to themselves, who 
dare embody their own perceptions of the right 
and true. These high conceptions of life are of 
Him who ordained life, its processes and vicis¬ 
situdes, and with these he gave the power of 
executing and realizing. “Every conception, 
brain-born, has its execution hand-wrought,” 
and God never meant this life to be a failure and 
disappointment. And we, to whom Death is 
not an eternal sleep, may hope in the Hereafter 
to take up the broken links of our lives and 
weave them into a beautiful chain-may see 
how our crushed hopes and heart-anguish had 
procured for us the realization of joys eternal 
aud divine—may see how even- prayer has been 
answered and how He came “ to gather up these 
broken fragments of lives and save them with 
his own. So let us wander toward that Holy 
Land, that Earnest Land where souls “forget 
to hunger or to hope, and learn to be,” praying 
earnestly, 
“ Lot my mortal Urea ids come tme 
With the work I fain would do, 
Clothe with life the weak intent, 
Let me be the thing l meant.” 
TO YOUNG MEN ABOUT LATE HOURS. 
A Lady who signs herself “ A Martyr to Late 
Hours,” talks thus sensibly to young men in one 
of our exchanges. But the fact is, all young 
ladies will not agree with her, nor will young 
men heed her suggestions; 
Dear gentlemen between the ages of “ 18 and 
45,” listen to a few words of gratuitous remark. 
When you make a social call for an evening, go 
away at a reasonable* hour. Say you come at 
eight o’clock, au hour and a half is certainly as 
long as the most fascinating of you in conversa¬ 
tion can, or rather ought to, desire to use his 
charms. Two hours, indeed, can be very pleas¬ 
antly spent, with music, chess, or other games, 
to lend variety, but, kind sirs, by no means stay 
longer. Make shorter calls, and come oftener. 
A girl that is a sensible, true-hearted girl, will 
enjoy it better, and really value your acquaint¬ 
ance more. 
Just conceive the agony of a girl who, well 
knowing the feelings of father ami mother upon 
the subject, hears the clock strike ten, aud yet 
must set on the edge of her chair, in mortal ter¬ 
ror lest papa should put his oft-repeated threat 
into execution—that of comiug down and invit¬ 
ing the gentlemen to breakfast. And we gilds 
understand it all by experience, and know what 
it is to dread the prognostic of displeasure. Iu 
such cases a sigh of relief generally accompanies 
the closing of the door behind the gallant, and 
one don’t get over the feeling of trouble till safe 
in the arms of Morpheus. Even then, some¬ 
times, the dreams are troubled with some phan¬ 
tom of an angry father, and distressed (for all 
partic- mother, and all because a young man 
will make a longer call than he ought to. 
Now, young gentlemen friends, I'll tell you 
what the girls will do. For an hour and a half 
they will be most irresistibly ('harming and fas¬ 
cinating; then, beware, monosyllabic responses 
will be all you need expect, and when the limits 
shall have been passed, if a startling query shall 
be heard coming down stairs: “ isn’t it time to 
close up?” you must consider it a righteous 
punishment, and, taking your liat, meekly de. 
part, a sadder, and it is to be hoped, a wiser 
man. Do not get angry, but the next time you 
come be careful to keep within just bounds. 
We want to rise early these pleasant mornings, 
and improve the “shining hours;” but when 
forced to be up at such unreasonable hours at 
night, exhausted nature will speak, and, as a 
natural consequence, with the utmost speed in 
dressing, we can barely get down to breakfast in 
time to escape a reprimand from papa, who don’t 
believe in beaux—as though he never was young 
—and a mild, reproving glance from one who 
understands a little better her poor daughter's 
feelings, but must still disapprove outwardly to 
keep up appearances. And now, young men, 
think about thesu things, and don't, for pity’s 
sake, don’t throw down your paper with a 
“ pshaw ”—but remember the safe side of ten. 
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A HAPPY WORLD. 
This is a happy world—who says to the con¬ 
trary is a fool or something else. There is 
everything to make us happy. The land, sea 
and sky contribute to our enjoyment. Theman 
who has a good heart sees pleasure where a bad 
person beholds nothing but gloom. The secret 
then of being happy and enjoying this glorious 
world is to possess a virtuous heart. W ho is the 
most contented and cheerful man iu your neigh¬ 
borhood? The man who has the most honor 
and possesses the greatest riches ? No. It is he 
who has nothing but a kind heart. For nothing 
ruffles his temper or disturbs his repose. The 
morning sky—the evening cloud—the rolling 
waters—the blooming landscape the teeming 
forest and the fields of snow, give him a pleasure 
that others never dream of. It is ho whose 
mind is led from Nature up to Nature’s God— 
and every day that he lives he is contented and 
happy as it is possible for a man to be. Depend 
upon it, the world is a beautiful one, and con¬ 
tains a thousand sources of enjoyment, which 
they only can see and feel, whose hearts are 
pure and whose lives correspond with the word 
of eternal truth, 
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What COMES from Heaven is pure; but 
the tendency is to soil it, aud that which keeps 
nearest heaven most escapes the pollution of 
earth. At the foot of the Alps you find the roa> 
ing muddy stream, the clay stained snow. But 
on the summit of mouut Blanca Is a pure robo of 
celestial white, never stained, only sometimes 
covered with a roseate gauze to salute the setting 
CHRISTIAN MUSINGS. 
In the still silence of the voiceless night, 
When, chased by airy dreams, the slumbers flee 
Whom, in the darkness, doth my spirit seek, 
O Qod, but Thee? 
And if there bo a weight upon my heart, 
Some vague Impression of the day foregone, 
Scarce knowing what it is, I fly to Thoo, 
And lay it down. 
Or if it be the heaviness that comes 
In token of anticipated til, 
My bosom takes no heed of what it is, 
Since ’tis Thy will 
For oh, in spile of past and present care, 
Or nnything beside, how joyfully 
Passes that almost solitary hour, 
My God, with Thee! 
More tranquil than the stillness of the night, 
More peaceful than the silence of that hour, 
More blest than any thing, my spirit lies 
Beneath Thy power. 
For what is there on earth that I desire, 
Of all that it can give or take from me, 
Of whom in heaven doth my spirit seek, 
O God, but Thee! 
Written for Moore’s Rural New-Yorker. 
THE BOW ABOUT THE THRONE. 
Human speech is inadequate for tiie expres¬ 
sion of truths connected with the future world. 
It. must he so. for the truths are above the capa¬ 
bilities of the finite mind. We can have no 
knowledge of that world, except through figures 
of speech founded on that which is connected 
with the present state; butin this way wo reach 
views which are sufficiently clear, definite and 
cheering, to satisfy the heart longing for some 
information concerning its future. 
A short time since I saw “ the bow iu the 
cloud,” aud my thoughts went from that beau¬ 
tiful scene to “ the bow about the throne.” It 
is supposed that every one understands the sig. 
nificaucy of the first. “ I do set my bow in the 
cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenaut 
betweon me and the earth. * * * And the 
waters shall uo more become a flood to destroy 
all flesh.” But this description from the sacred 
narrative can not apply to “ the bow about the 
throne,” What, then, does it mean ? Perhaps 
we may hi' able to give a satisfactory answer to 
this question from the consideration of “ the 
bow in the cloud,” by seeking out the cause ly¬ 
ing back of that which is signified, and its type. 
There i- something more than mere surface 
truth connected with this subject, which reflec¬ 
tion can bring to light. “The bow in the 
cloud ” has a deeper agnitlcaucy than that which 
isgiven to it simply as a “ type of tiie covenant." 
To me it means pity leading to mercy. I think 
there are Indications of this in the Bible ac¬ 
count. God’s compassion moved him to the 
covenant of which the bow is the type,—it was 
not that mankind would never again deserve, 
by the guilt of their sinfulness and crimes, the 
dreadful visitation of judgment which the earth 
had just witnessed. Those who are saved, are 
saved because God pities and has mercy; und so 
the bow is placed about the throne, evermore 
a type to the righteous of the mercy which 
brought them there, in this view, the passage 
which speaks of “ the bow about the throne ” 
has a meaning which makes it one of the most 
beautiful of the many descriptive passages 
which have a reference to Heaven. God’s 
power is encompassed by mercy. 
Now there is sunshiue outside—golden sun¬ 
shine. 1 cannot look out without seeing sights 
of beauty and hearing sounds of joy. The fields 
are clothed with a green so beautiful that it 
gladdens. The flowers arc out. The balmy 
breeze that fans my brow comes to me laden 
with fragrance. The tiny warblers that through 
the changing seasons instinctively follow the 
sun, arc giving, in their beautiful but artless 
melodies, unconscious expression to the univer¬ 
sal joy. Universal? It is only when 1 think 
of human lives that 1 sadden. And yet GOD 
piti s. Ho is merciful. The wisdom of Bi» 
purposes and the kindness of their design con¬ 
stitute the real power and majesty of every age. 
There arc two languages— the language of 
Heaven and the language of Earth. “Dark 
in the human is “ Light ” in the divine. Those 
who arc living the life of sublimity have power 
to see in the future the blossom of Joy which 
shall crown the. plant of thorns. Every true 
life must have its Gethscmane. Christ had 
The crown of piercing thorns touches the brow 
before the coronal of light. Tt is hut a little 
way from life’s Calvary to life’s glory. Header, 
if you arc one whom God recognizes as His 
child, It can be written of truths as your heart 
reads. What is Life? A scene of God's Mer¬ 
cy. What is Death? It is Joy. What is the 
Grave? It is Victory. What Is the Beyond' 
An eternity of bliss, where the saved through 
mercy will dwell forever in the presence of God, 
and in full view of the glorious bow which the 
hand of Compassion has placed about the 
Throne. a- t. k. C. 
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God All-Sufficient.— In the church ” ex¬ 
tremity, when her conspiring enemies are great 
in number and power, faith raises the drooping 
spirits. “ If God be for us, who shall he against 
us ? ” When Antigonus was ready to engage in 
a sea-fight with I’tolenxy’a armada, and the P'''' 
cried out, “How many are they more tlnm 
wo?” the courageous king replied, “ 'Tis true, i 
you count their numbers, they surpass us-but, 
for how many do you value me?” Gur God s 
all-sufficient against the combined forces ol 
earth and hell. W e are, therefore, command' < 
to cast all our care upon Him; for Ho cftIL 1 
for us. 
